I guess my previous comment got clobbered in the merge, so here’s a quick repost… I wrote a short clopfic on fimfic based on this image Cheerilee’s Parent Teacher Conference and here’s a snippet for your enjoyment:
 

 
Cheerilee #eeped#, pulling her hoof up from below the desk before it could absent-mindedly reach her marehood. Something was very wrong! She was rapidly losing her senses… the medication! She tried to use her remaining mental focus to think about the suppressant she’d taken that morning… her memory strained through the haze as she remembered reading the directions… ‘good for up to 12 hours’… she checked the clock.
 
‘Oh no.’ Her rational fore-brain thought.
 
“Ms. Cheerilee?” The handsome, strong, powerful, virile, potent, sexy stallion in the room asked her.
 
‘NO!’
 
She had to get out of here, before it was too late. She stood up, feeling the rush of wetness fall from her rear to the seat she’d just vacated, as she’d been sitting in a pool of her own juices. She couldn’t do this.
 
“I-I’m s-so s-sorry Mr. Rich, I’m afraid…” Cheerilee mumbled out, her mind racing as her nostrils caught Filthy Rich’s scent and called to her… he was always such a kind parent, even if misguided… he was wealthy, well-groomed, intelligent… he would make a great father for her fo-
 
“Ms. Cheerilee?” Filthy asked with a raised eyebrow.
 
‘NO Cheer!’ You need to get out of here!
 
“I-I’m af-afraid I’ll need to r-re” She reached shakily for the door… then her head began to clear. What if… what if she could do both?
 
‘NO Cheer you can’t!’
 
But, what if she could? Seduce Mr. Rich to make a little donation and quench her thirst… no big deal right?
 
‘No Cheer… you’re not thinking Clearly…. stop stop sto-’ Her rational mind was finally overwhelmed by the powerful, surging biological urges she was experiencing. Taking her hoof off of the doorknob, she reached up to the deadbolt and locked the classroom door.
 
“Ahem. I’ll need to request that you remain seated.” Cheerilee adopted a sultry look as she began to walk toward Filthy rich.
 
Filthy sighed and smirked, “lay it on me Ms. Cheerilee, what’s Diamond Tiara done this time? Please tell me she hasn’t gone back to bullying again…”
 
Cheerilee giggled girlishly. Having walked up to the desk where Mr. Rich sat. She tittered as she leaned in over the desktop close to Filthy, grasping his tie. “Oh I’ll lay it on you, Mr. Rich.”
 
Filthy Rich nervously chuckled, then tried to fill the silence. Something had been tickling his nose since he’d entered the room, some sort of mixture of vanilla and spice. He’d thought it was Cheerilee’s perfume, but things were only getting thicker and thicker. It was as if he could drink the scent on the air.
 
“W-well… between you and I… I’ve separated with her mother Spoiled Rich. She has been completely intolerable. I’d worried that the divorce might have impacted Diamond Tiara…” Filthy Rich stammered as Cheerilee continued to lean into his personal space.
 
“Hmmm?” Cheerilee hummed, her lidded eyes just across from Filthy’s.
 
“H-has she been bullying anypony?” Filthy gulped.
 
“Hmm… noo…” Cheerilee whispered, her snout almost brushing Filthy’s.
 
Something was wrong. Filthy could feel his head getting cloudy… the smell was overwhelming now.
 
“Bad grades?”
 
Cheerilee shook her head, her bangs tickling Filthy’s nose.
 
“Acting out?” He whispered.
 
Cheerilee giggled at this last one and grasped Filthy’s face with her hooves. “You know Filthy… sometimes when little fillies or colts act out, its not their fault at all.”
 
She began to lean in closer, now basically nuzzling Filthy.  
Filthy Rich took a deep gulp as he felt Cheerilee stroke his neck with her snout… heard her inhale with a snuffling gasp to smell him… “I-it’s not?”
 
Cheerilee put her mouth close to his ear, wrapping her hoof around his tie to hold him in place before whispering, “nope… usually its just hormones.”
 
Filthy could swear she had licked his earlobe as she finished her sultry statement. He turned toward her, fully expecting to plant a deep french kiss onto his daughter’s teacher and satisfy the lust that had been burning brighter and brighter over the past few minutes. Instead he found nothing but air.
 
Cheerilee had pulled back over to the other side of the desk, pretending to focus on her clipboard while holding a pencil in her hoof as she went on, teasing him. “Yes. Hormones. Diamond Tiara is getting to that age you know.”
 
Filthy was furious! Cheerilee had worked him up like crazy and was now just backing away as if nothing had happened? The stallion urges in his body were throbbing including his erection, now halfway out of his sheath under the desk. He gripped the edges of the desk in anger.
 
Cheerilee seemed not to notice. “Yes, yes. Hormones can make anypony do the craziest things or lose all sort of control. Even a 22 year-old single mare school teacher on her heat.” She chuckled gesturing at herself with the pencil end before pointing it at Filthy, “or an older divorced stallion on a dry spell.”
 

 
let me know if you’d like me to post more!

It’s Thanksgiving turkey-stuffing already?
 
Shit.

@youregoingtoloveme  
pf-rff fff ff ff ff

@Harrybo  
Inorite? I wonder if that could be a fetish: Sex while looking at the form of payment placed on your partner’s body as though she’s a dog with a biscuit on her nose waiting to be given the green light to accept its reward.

@youregoingtoloveme  
The mental image of that is pepestereus

In the thumbnail, it looked as though Filthy paid Cheerilee for sex with a gem which he placed on top of her head. I thought, “Man, that’s a bizarre place to leave such a thing.”

@TheDog  
Or this is when Diamond was conceived.

Was I the only one who thought, from the thumbnail, that the tie was the tip of his dick coming out from behind her mane?
 
@TheDog  
He must’ve missed a day when she removed DT’s position as head of the Foal Free Press.
 
Hey; she’s gotta get her pleasure from somewhere, ’else the foals shall SUFFER!!!

@TheDog  
I wish there were more teacher pones in Ponyville.

@TheDog  
Fucking hell it took us this long to find out this conspiracy

That explains why Diamond Tiara can get away with being such a horrid little shit at school: her dad’s deep-dicking the only person working there.