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Teasing Fluttershy's Tits

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Infernal Dalek

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“Oh, sir…"

Fluttershy blushed and stepped back, the human-pony quivering before her teacher. He was tall and intimidating, lean and gangly…though he was a teacher still. And a teacher could not mean any harm to her, even as she was backed up down at the very end of the corridor at her all-girls school, right?

Well, college at her age, of course, though they still wore their uniforms at eighteen and nineteen, attending a course there to better set them up for their futures. Yet the mare turned her face away as he stroked her muzzle, fingers delicate and gentle, even though there was no question as to whether he would touch.

“Fluttershy," he said, his voice silken and sweet, like honey given in heady doses. “Do you know how beautiful you are?"

She shivered.

“Sir… Sir, I really don't think… Oh… Oh, this… This isn't appropriate…"

Yet she didn't feel that she had any say in the matter, not when he was in a position of authority over her. She was supposed to listen to her teachers, right? Her pink mane spilt down her face and neck as she was towed, lightly but firmly, away from the stone wall, the hallways of the private school bearing the test of time, though they still held an old-fashioned air to them.

“This will be fine, Fluttershy, don't you worry."

She worried. How could she not? She didn't know what her teacher wanted her help with and he had touched her so familiarly, her blouse stretched too tight over her chest. She was going through another, admittedly late, growth spurt, though there were other ponies at the school too that had hyper breasts too, larger than should have naturally grown. It might have been something in what they ate, but it was not something that at all that bothered them. Fluttershy just needed a new bra and clothes, her breasts spilling out of her blouse, which was a shirt for ladies but, in her case, a shade too tight, showing her glowing, yellow skin between the buttons.

The woman squeaked as she was taken into a classroom of others her age, all eyes on her, all other ponies in colourful shades. She tried not to meet their eyes as her teacher put her on the desk, a large chalkboard practically running the whole length of the wall at the front of the room.

“Now that I have a willing volunteer for the demonstration," he said, a grin on his lips, “we may begin! Fluttershy, unbutton your blouse."

She jumped and blushed, but her fingers rose, either way, to the buttons. She hesitated and his eyes locked onto hers, steeling her, giving her no choice.

Was it for class? That would make it okay, wouldn't it? Fluttershy had to justify it in some way in her mind to go through with it, breath hitching in her throat. She wore a skirt that was too short too, plaid and revealing far too much thigh, though it hadn't seemed to be a problem at all before she was put on show.

Her breasts spilt out, her bra barely containing them, showing a light flicker of nipple above the cup of the bra. Her teacher tutted, clicking his tongue disapprovingly against the roof of his mouth.

“This, ladies, is why you must always buy a fitting bra. But we'll save that for another time. This is about sensitivity. Fluttershy, arms behind your back now, be a good girl."

The woman started, shaking her head, trying to hold up her hands, as much as they trembled. Another student in the class giggled, though the mare in question was not polite enough to cover their lips with their fingers.

“Like, oh, my, gawd, look at her…"

Fluttershy flinched.

“Sir, I'm really…"

“Nonsense, Fluttershy, you are perfect. Relax now."

The rope seemed to come from nowhere, restraining her hands behind her back as she was placed on display, sitting on the desk and blushing furiously. He unsnapped her bra as if it was nothing at all, letting her large, hyper tits spill out, though the relief of that being released was palatable. Fluttershy sighed, more comfortable, though she still felt too exposed, wanting to cross her legs, but not too sure whether that would flash her underwear. She only wanted to show that to others that she wanted to see them! Though they were some cute panties she had on that day…

“Now, class, this is a simple trick. First, take an ice cube."

She started, squeaking as a cold cube was placed on her right nipple, circling it, leaving a melted smear of water in its wake. Although she gasped, the sensation was not all that bad, finding herself, ever so slightly, warming up to it, though that was ironic, considering how she was being stimulated.

“Oh…"

“That's right, Fluttershy, just relax," her teacher said with a smile. “Don't worry about anything, you're doing so well."

Yes, all had to be okay if her teacher said that she was doing well, though she did not catch his hungry eyes on her, taking in the yellow swell of her large breasts, rising to admire her plump, full lips, her face human, though she still had the ears sticking up sweetly through her pink hair.

She stayed as still as she could for him as he brought her nipples to a hard rise, peaking up, though she didn't understand what he was doing.

“This works with fingers or tongues too, class, but adding a different sensation to normal into the mix is what is key here for experiencing a swift response. Arousal, of course, will change things. Oh, not that that is anything to be ashamed of, Fluttershy, it's a perfectly normal reaction."

The heat spread down her neck as he devoured her with his eyes, though he didn't have to stop his fingers from dragging over her breasts and nipples as the ice cube melted more and more. It was all under the pretence of a display, but he had to educate the ladies at the college too how to enjoy their bodies, as it was part of the curriculum. Anatomy studies, of course, went far beyond what was in textbooks those days and everyone knew how hands-on he was.

That was to say the least of it as he explained how a lady would feel when her breasts were groped, though it was different for all, his fingers digging lightly and then firmly into Fluttershy's tits.

“Some prefer a lighter touch, some like it a little rougher. It is always best to begin gently, for a lady, whether you are doing this to another, to yourself, or asking someone else to do it to you."

They scribbled in their workbooks, obviously making notes even as Fluttershy squirmed in place. She could have tried to make her excuses and leave if only her hands were not tied behind her back, though her breasts were left nicely on display with how the position pulled her shoulder blades back too. Not that she would have had the sense or energy to escape if she had been free, oh no: Fluttershy was far too timid for that. That was why he'd known that she would be the perfect subject to go on display, one pony-girl who would not object in any significant way, not at all.

“And now… We change from cold to heat."

“Wait… Sir, what are you doing?"

He smiled, though didn't allow Fluttershy to see it. She didn't need to know what he was planning, not for her, the candles lit, the lower melting point of that particular wax perfect for what he had in mind. She would not know until the first splash hit her.

“Now, Fluttershy, stay very still for this. It will be warm."

She started, but he had a candle above her breasts in but a heartbeat of a moment, the class giving a collective gasp as the melting red wax of the long candle collected near the flame where the warmth was the greatest. Fluttershy squeaked, her eyes wide, fingers curled into fists, though fear was unwarranted, even though she had not had it explained to her. She gasped as the first splash of hot wax burst free, flitting through the air between the candle and her body, marking and splattering lightly across the upper curve of one breast.

“Oh!"

“See, Fluttershy?" Her teacher patted her head, condescending even then. “That wasn't so bad now, was it?"

It wasn't, to be fair, though the wax splatter was tiny on her huge tit, allowing him to paint her with more and more. All attention and focus was on Fluttershy to the exclusion of all else, her breath coming in short, sharp pants, her body warm through, but not from the wax. Well, not directly from the wax as her exposed tits were stimulated so sweetly, so much that her body could not help but respond. There were too many sensitive nerve endings there that she could not help but moan as he covered her breasts in red and blue wax, letting it run lightly and pool together, though it was quick to cool.

“Here, the lower melting point of the wax will allow you to bring other sensations into play, though takes a little more care and research than, say, merely using an ice cube. You can find those in the freezer anytime as long as you remember to pop the tray in!"

He winked at the class, some there tittering, Fluttershy's breasts wobbling. She didn't know whether she was supposed to laugh or not, frozen in place, her lips parted, breathing too heavily to be comfortable.

“And… You can even get more direct with it."

Even with all that he had done with her so far, Fluttershy didn't expect him to go quite that far. Holding the red and the blue wax candles above her breasts together, he dripped hot wax onto her nipples, which had only just had a tease of a marking already, the stimulation too great, a moan on her lips, thighs pressed together. She had to hide it though, her cheeks burning, breasts wobbling, everything on display, not that she could have even truly sought to hide it.

Her teacher smirked, but pretended not to notice how close Fluttershy was to orgasm from the stimulation and teasing of her tits alone. That was the beauty of it for him, using her to put on a show, to educate, all while getting his kicks at the same time. They would thank him for it later, he was sure, as they would all know their bodies better after the conclusion of his classes.

Yet Fluttershy squeezed and squeezed her legs together, hiding her climax as she clamped her jaws shut, lips thick and plush as if she was pouting constantly. Her eyes fell half-closed and she quaked in place as more and more hot wax painted her breasts, a beautiful mix and blend of colours, perfectly adoring her hyper tits. The pressure of climax had her panties soaked, juices leaking too swiftly, and she hoped against hope that no one knew, no one saw.

Of course, her teacher knew. It was something that, after all, he had orchestrated for his kinky pleasure, even if it had had an end goal and purpose too. There was no sense in teaching such a class if he couldn't have his own fun there too.

As Fluttershy panted, nose tipping down, her breasts painted and marked with dried or drying wax, it no longer even looked like her body, but a piece of art, though there was a cacophony to the chaos of the wax. She almost wished that he had stuck to the ice, though her head reeled from the force of her orgasm.

“That, class, concludes our demonstration. Thank you, Fluttershy, for being such a good sport. I know this can be difficult for you, but, hopefully, this experience has given you some food for thought too."

Maybe yes, maybe no. One thing, however, was certain and that was that many in his class would be playing with hot wax and ice very soon! The teacher groaned, hiding his lust.

He couldn't wait to let his fantasies about their big breasts and cutely slutty bodies run wild…