She strutted down the hall, her round hips swinging in her tight blue jeans, her raven-black hair splashing over her back. He always saw her walk out of her advanced Calculus class at exactly 10:38 every morning, organizing his schedule so that he visited his locker adjacent to the classroom at that precise time. He always pretended not to gaze at her sparkling blue eyes or her full, perky tits, darting his head away at the last second, but he was pretty sure she still caught him.

Once or twice, he thought she had even smiled.

One day, at exactly 10:38 a.m. when she emerged from the busy classroom, a red notebook slid out of her backpack, hitting the ground with a slap. He slammed his locker close and snatched it off the ground for her without even thinking.

“Hey, you dropped this!” he called.

She turned her head, her blue eyes opening wide. “Oh, thank you! You’re so sweet!” Her smiling lips were apple red.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it! I drop a lot of stuff, too!” he said, trying not to cringe at how awkward he sounded.

She crinkled her nose at him, smiling wider, before reaching into her bag and pulling out a box of sugar cubes.

“Want one?” she asked holding out the box.

“Uhh…what?” he stared blankly at the packet of packed, granulated sugar.

“Want some sugar? It’s nice! I eat them all the time.”

She stuck out her tongue, dropping a white cube into her mouth and sucking on it with her cheeks.

“See?”

He shrugged. “Uhm, okay! Sure!”

She grabbed his hand, placing another cube in his upturned hand. Her fingers were soft and cool to his touch.

“Here you go, just to say thank you! It’s nice when guys do stuff for a girl, isn’t it?”

He popped the sugar cube in his mouth. The hard grains yielded in his mouth, melting into a puddle of sweetness flooding his taste buds. He felt a rush of electricity jolt through his spine.

Mmm! That was nice!

“Come find me whenever you want some more. Okay, sugar?” she said before turning and rushing away. He stood there smacking his lips and then the bell rang.

The next day, at 10:38, she came out of her classroom as usual. As usual, he had found an excuse to visit his locker.

“Hi!” She waved at him.

“Hey!” He said, his cheeks turning warm. “Where you headed?”

“The library. I have a study session for History.” She held a large bag filled with at least twenty pounds of textbooks and study guides. Sneaking out of the top of the backpack was her yellow box of sugar cubes. She swayed absently on her heels, her chest pressed around the backpack.

For some reason, his mouth was watering.

“Uh, hey! Can I carry that for you?” he asked, pointing to her bag.

“Oh! That’s so nice of you!” she said, her voice ringing like church bells. She dumped the bag in his arms. “Just be a good boy and don’t steal any sugar!”

They chuckled as they walked down the hall. He smiled over the pain in his biceps as he lugged around a bag that could have been filled with rocks. She grinned back at him, her eyes scanning up and down his body.

“It’s really nice when boys like you do stuff like this.”

“Oh, yeah! Well, it’s nice to do stuff for you!” he said, not sure what to say.

“You’re so right!” she trilled.

When they finally got to the library, she took her bag back and waved to him. He waved back, not really wanting to leave.

“Hey!” she said, glancing over her shoulder. She leaned close and whispered. “Want some more sugar?”

He nodded. “Yes. Yes, please!”

She giggled softly and reached into her bag.

“Open wide.”

He let his mouth open as her fingers gently placed a white cube on his tongue. He kept looking into her blue, blue eyes as she closed his mouth for him. He felt the sugar dissolve, a starburst of sweetness exploding in his mouth, shooting through his body and his brain. She smiled as she watched him.

“Isn’t that nice? It’s like you’re my little work pony!”

He blinked, too distracted by the sweet fog in his mind to object.

A nice little work pony.

“There you go. Just find me if you want more.”

She left him licking his lips, sugary sweet sparkles glistening in his eyes until the library doors slammed shut and he blinked, shaking his head as he jogged away.

The weekend crawled passed and he began to wish that Monday would get here sooner. He was having trouble sleeping, trouble concentrating on anything. He kept thinking about the sweet taste of sugar on his tongue. He considered buying a box himself, but the idea felt like it was missing something, some element he couldn’t just buy at a store.

By the time 10:38 on Monday came, he was practically jumping with anxiety, needing to see her. She rushed out of the classroom and nearly ran straight past him. He called out to her.

“Hey! Going to the library?”

She turned, her face slightly flushed, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw him. “Oh, great! I’m so glad to see you! Could you carry these for me?”

She pushed her heavy backpack into his chest, her breasts brushing his arms.

“Sure!”

She smiled and then began marching straight to the library, her shapely rear pumping in her blue jeans.

“Whoa! In a hurry?” he huffed, dodging passersby to keep up with her.

“Yeah! I have a Biology report due by the end of the day but I haven’t done any of my cross-referencing or bibliography.”

They got to the library entrance. He stopped, ready to give her back the bag and get his sugar, but she breezed right in.

“C’mon! I have a spot in the back of the study section.”

He trailed behind her, following the gentle swish-swish of her hair with every step. She guided him to one of the back desks and let him put down her overstuffed bag on the floor.

“Thanks!” she said, whipping out her laptop and flipping it open. He stood around awkwardly while she opened her assignment and started to scroll down. She glanced up, noticing that he was still there.

“Did you want to help or something?” she asked.

“Huh? Oh! No, I mean, I wasn’t thinking about that. I just wanted…I just thought…” His mouth burned. He could see the corner of the yellow sugar cube box poking out of her bag. She glanced at it and then grinned.

“Oh! You wanted a nice treat for being my good little pony?” she said, raiding her eyebrow.

“Yes! I mean I’m not your pony, but…uhm…”

She held a white cube in her palm holding it outstretched at waist height. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of it. She smiled invitingly and urged him with her eyes.

“Go on! Have some sugar!”

His gaze was riveted to the small cube as he felt his legs buckle and his body drop to his knees. He craved that sweet hit from her. She waved her hand back and forth in front of his face, dragging his head around before she finally brought it to his mouth, and let him eat it from the palm of her hand.

The sweetness seeped into his stomach, coursing through his veins.

“Want another?” she said, holding up another cube. His eyes glowed wide with desire and he nodded his head.

“Aww…just like a sweet little pony!” she cooed softly. He didn’t care. He needed her to give him another hit of sugar. Refusing was not an option for him.

She fed him another cube as he nuzzled her hand that swept up and over his hair, like he was an obedient pet. Thankfully the library was nearly empty and nobody was around to see him debasing himself.

“Hey! I got an idea!” she said, lifting his chin so he could stare into her pretty, blue eyes. “Why don’t you help me do these citations. You’re smart, aren’t you? I bet you could get this done real fast. Could you do that, hmm?”

He tried to gather his wits. He was supposed to meet his friends for basketball, but she was being so nice and her smile was so pretty. He didn’t know what to do.

“Pretty please?” she whispered. She pulled out another sugar cube. “Pretty please with sugar on top?”

Five minutes later, he was tapping away at her computer, organizing research papers and citations he had never read as she idly twiddled a sugar cube next to his face. Every few citations, she would pop another cube in his mouth. His brain was fizzling with the sweet taste and her silky voice.

“That’s good. You’re so nice to do this for me! It’s really sweet.”

She popped another cube in his mouth.

Sweet.

Nice.

He was nearly done when she leaned in with another cube. He turned, eager to eat anything she offered. Two soft lips met his. Two cherry lips with a white cube nestled between them. He let her kiss him, her tongue pushing the cube into his mouth.

He gasped as he felt her hand resting an inch away from his package.

“You’re such a sweet guy to do this. You deserve something extra nice. How about a sweet kiss for my nice pony.”

She leaned in again with another cube of sugar in between her plush lips. She pressed them over his mouth. Another burst of sweetness shot through him. Her hand gently squeezed his stiffening prick over his pants.

Sweet kisses.

Nice ponies get sweet kisses.

“And done!” she said, bouncing to her feet. “That looks great! Just do me one last favor?”

He turned up to look at her, his boner now painfully hard in his pants. She was standing over him, her top hanging down giving him a peek at the creamy tops of her breasts.

“Print it out for me and just drop it off in Mr. Gallager’s room. Pleeeeaaaassseee…”

She leaned in close and gave him a kiss, this time without the sugar. He tasted the sweetness all the same, her fingers rubbing and teasing his dick. His mind drifted in pleasure.

“Yuh…okay…” he mumbled.

Her lips planted a big wet kiss on his mouth. His face curled into the biggest grin.

“Great! Thanks, little pony! I’ll catch up with you later!”

She sashayed out of the library, leaving him to finish the assignment and carry her books back to her locker.

The rest of the semester passed quickly. She would meet him in the halls, ask him to carry her books, give him some of her homework and then send him off with a little kiss and a sugar cube he would eat out of her hand. He was her nice, happy pony, willing to do the hard work for her for another little taste of sugar.

For another sweet kiss from her.

Occasionally, her would notice a few other boys following her around, their eyes glazed and dopey. He never got jealous. If he did look more than once at the gear-headed shop student that helped her tune her car for a smile, or the big dumb jock that would let her wear his football jacket, she would just smile and blow him a little kiss.

He’d feel a burst of sweet pleasure tickle his brain and his cock get hard. He’d shrug it off, drifting away in a daze. She was just so sweet. Of course, the other guys wanted to help her. Pretty soon, she’d have all the boys in the school following her around, eating out of the palm of her hand, and leading them around like her team of eager show ponies.