[Cheerilee][FR, Clop] The Numbers Game, Part Apple (First)


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                                            "[Cheerilee][FR, Clop] The Numbers Game, Part Apple (First)"

                                            Flutterrape !

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                                            >Be in the market with Twilight and Rainbro.

                                            >Visiting Applejack's stall because it's lunchtime.

                                            >Pick out an apple pie, an apple crumble, and some apple juice.

                                            >You're pretty damn hungry.

                                            >"That'll be sunflower bits, sugarcube."

                                            >You grin and reach into your bit sack and produce a coin with a sunflower etched into it.

                                            It's so cute how you p0nies call it a sunflower bit.

                                            >Twilight raises an eyebrow and turns to you. "What do you mean, Anon?"

                                            Well, I mean you call it a sunflower bit instead of a number.

                                            Like back on Earth, Canadians call dollar coins Looneys because of the loon on it.

                                            >You give a big smile and start chowing down on your crumble.

                                            >"What are yah talking about, Anon?" AJ says looking confused. "Sunflower IS ah number. It comes right after apples."

                                            >Mt. Apple Crumble has just erupted from your mouth.

                                            >Warn all the innocent villagers of Shirtopia.

                                            Wait... What?


                                            >Dash can't stifle her laughter anymore. "Bbbbfffaaahahaha. Anon doesn't even know how to count?!"

                                            >She's on her back rolling around in the air.

                                            >Fucking wings...

                                            Of course I can. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7... How high do you want me to go?

                                            >Rainbow is in tears now.

                                            >Applejack has a pitying look on her face. "Well, ya got sommuvit right. It's apple, 2, ball, apples, sunflower... an' so on."

                                            >Your jaw starts its mining operation again. We know there are diamonds down there somewhere!

                                            You must be joking...

                                            >Oh wait... It's Applejack...

                                            Then how do you know if someone's talking about apples as in the food or apples as in the number?

                                            >"Well duh..." AJ grins proudly.

                                            >You wait for her to actually answer your question.

                                            >She sees that you're still waiting and huffs.

                                            >She answers like it's the most obvious thing in the multiverse.

                                            >"Yah cain't apples the apple apples or you'd have waaaaay too many apples."

                                            >Durriken, where the fuck did you come from?

                                            >You look to Twilight and Rainbow who just nod in agreement.

                                            >This fucking place...


                                            >Twilight pipes up. "Anon, if you can't even count, then you're going to have a difficult time around P0nyville."

                                            >Rainbro adds, "Yeah, there's no way I'm hanging out with somep0ny with less than a filly's education. So uncool."

                                            >Real fucking bro, bro.

                                            It's not my fault Equestria has a dumb number system. I can read, write, and speak just fine. I think I can survive.

                                            >"No, no, no. Education is a very important part of a filly's life. It builds character, makes her more independent..."

                                            >Oh no. You've gotten Twilight started on one of her speeches now.

                                            >You start to lose interest and your mind wanders.

                                            >Oh man, this pie is heavy.

                                            >Why haven't you eaten it yet?

                                            >And how were you even carrying an apple crumble, an apple pie, and apple juice?

                                            >Whatever.

                                            >This pie looks fucking delicious.

                                            >You take a whiff. Oh god, you want it inside you.

                                            >You lean down to start your pie make-out session.

                                            >"-and then that baby dragon basically becomes her slave and does all her chores. And that's why school is so important."

                                            >Twilight looks over to you to see you mid-way through eating out your pie-pussy.

                                            >"Anon, were you even listening?!" Twilight huffs.

                                            >Dash and AJ, who had been nodding off from the monologue, snap to attention.

                                            >You freeze. Bits of pie tumble from your nose back into the dish.

                                            >You really love apple pie.

                                            Uhh... Yeah. I mean, yes! Of course.

                                            >Twilight eyes you warily and then smiles. "In that case, I'll go sign you up for Cheerilee's class."

                                            >Wait...

                                            >What?


                                            >Next day

                                            >Guess what?

                                            >You're sitting in Ms. Cheerilee's classroom.

                                            >And your ass hurts because these desks are too small.

                                            >It's like an adult trying to fit into those plastic red and yellow kids cars.

                                            >You know the ones. The foot-powered ones.

                                            >The ones where the person looks like a complete fucking idiot and can barely get one leg inside.

                                            >That's what you look like right now.

                                            >And what's worse is that all the students have surrounded you and started talking about you like you don't understand English.

                                            >"What's a big old monkey doing in our classroom?" asks Snips.

                                            >"Daaah... Maybe somep0ny brought it in for show and tell," answers Snails.

                                            >"Mah big sister sahd his name was Ahnon," Applebloom says proudly.

                                            >"Well I think he's An-oying." Everyp0ny laughs. "And he's also fat."

                                            >Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara do some fucking hoofshake.

                                            >"Bump bump, sugar lump."

                                            >Fucking bitch.

                                            >Finally Cheerilee strolls into the room.

                                            >She sure took her damn time.

                                            >The fillies and colts scramble to their seats.

                                            >She walks over to her desk and straightens a few papers.

                                            >"Class, as I'm sure you've all noticed, we have a new student today."

                                            >"Mr. Anonymous will be joining our class for a while because Earth's number system is different from ours."

                                            >The classroom erupts in laughter.

                                            >"He can't even count?!" It's Diamond Tiara again.

                                            >You're gonna have to find that bitch once school lets out.


                                            >Cheerilee motions for you to come up in front of the class. "Would you care to introduce yourself, Mr. Anon?"

                                            >You sigh and attempt to wiggle your way out of your seat but you're stuck.

                                            Uhh... You know what? I'd rather you just pretend I'm not here...

                                            >"Oh nonsense, my little po- human. Please come up and say a little something about yourself."

                                            I uhh... really can't. I'm... umm... [mumble mumble]

                                            >"What was that Anon?"

                                            I'm... uhh... stuck...

                                            >The whole class laughs again and nearly chokes on your pasta dinner.

                                            >"Oh, let me see if I can help." Cheerilee walks over to your desk and starts pulling on your arms.

                                            >You aren't budging.

                                            >"Hmm... maybe if I..." She trots behind you and pushes on your butt.

                                            >Did she just grab at it? No, no, she's just helping out...

                                            >You squeak out most of the way, but now you're too far forward.

                                            >She gets back in front of your desk and pushes you sideways with one hoof on your chest and the other on your... crotch?

                                            >She must just be ignorant of human anatomy, she needed to grab there for leverage... right?

                                            >You slide out of your desk with a cartoon POP and land on the floor.

                                            >Cheerilee smiles. "Now, how about that introduction?"

                                            >You make your way to the front of the class.

                                            Umm... hi... I'm Anonymous. I'm a human from Earth and I don't really know how your counting system works, so that's why I'm here.

                                            That's pretty much it.

                                            >You look to Cheerilee and shrug. "That was wonderful, Anon! You may take your seat now."

                                            >Great, so you went through all that trouble to tell everyp0ny what they already knew.

                                            >Sounds like this is going to be a great day...


                                            >Most of the day is absolutely boring.

                                            >For some reason, you have to sit through every subject.

                                            >Why in the Celestia-shipping solar system would Twilight sign you up for the entire class day?

                                            >You'll have to have a talk with her once this day is over.

                                            >English is a breeze. After all, you were in college back on Earth.

                                            >Geography isn't that bad, since you watched the show so much.

                                            >Social sciences was a little weird. There were subtle nuances that you had to wrap your head around.

                                            >Like using everyp0ny instead of everybody.

                                            >And all those horse puns.

                                            >Dear Celestia, those awful puns.

                                            >Finally it's time for math class.

                                            >This is way harder than you'd imagined it would be.

                                            >It's like learning a new language.

                                            >"Mr. Anon, can you tell me what canary minus pastry is?"

                                            Uhh... Tree?


                                            >Cheerilee frowns. "Not quite. What about you, Snails?"

                                            >"Daaah... It's seven, right?"

                                            >At least this kid's just as dumb as me when it comes to this stuff, you think to yourself.

                                            >"Very good, Snails."

                                            >Snails grins idiotically.

                                            >What the fuck? They have the number seven here?

                                            >You frantically check your book.

                                            >Yup, there it is. Right there. Seven. Right where nineteen would be in any sane universe.

                                            >Your butthurt is palpable.

                                            >"Maybe we should take a break. Alright, my little p0nies. It's nap time."

                                            >Nap time? Score.

                                            >You aren't feeling tired, but at least it'll get all these little shits out of your hair.

                                            >Everyp0ny goes to sleep and it's just you and Cheerilee.

                                            >"You aren't going to take a nap, Anon?"

                                            Nah, I'm not really tired. I am getting pretty thirsty though.

                                            >"In that case, let me get you something from the teacher's lounge." She trots out of the classroom and returns with a cup of juice.

                                            >You down it. It tastes kind of... bitter?

                                            >Suddenly your eyelids get heavy and you start to feel lightheaded.

                                            What did you-

                                            >Cheerilee smirks at you. "Nap time is for everyp0ny, Mr. Anonymous."

                                            >And just like that, you're out like a light.


                                            >You wake up to Cheerilee chiming a bell in her mouth.

                                            >You yawn and stretch.

                                            >When your eyes meet Cheerilee's, you suddenly remember why you had fallen asleep.

                                            >You panic.

                                            >What the hell was that all about? Did she drug your drink?

                                            >You look down and try to make sure that everything is where is should be.

                                            >You give your jimmies a once-over.

                                            >They're still unrustled.

                                            >Just what did Cheerilee do?

                                            >You look to her confused and she simply smiles.

                                            >"Did you enjoy your nap, Anon? Because I sure did."

                                            >You get a chill down your spine that could make the Arctic shiver.

                                            What the fuck did you do to me?!

                                            >"Anonymous! Such language!" Cheerilee tuts.

                                            >"I'm going to have to ask you to stay after class." She gives you that same smirk again.

                                            >For the rest of the day, your concentration is shot.

                                            >Your mind keeps racing, trying to figure out what Cheerilee might have done with your passed-out body.


                                            >After what seems like an eternity, class is finally dismissed.

                                            >You stay seated while Cheerilee holds the classroom door open for her students as they file out.

                                            >As the last few leave, you get up and walk over to the teacher mare.

                                            >She closes and locks the door behind the last filly.

                                            Look, you're going to tell me exactly what you did to-

                                            >In a flash, she spins around and is up on her hind hooves.

                                            >She cuts your sentence off by pressing her muzzle to your mouth.

                                            >She bites softly at your bottom lip.

                                            >Shocked, you stumble backwards and fall onto the floor.

                                            >She takes this opportunity to position herself so that she's standing over you.

                                            Cheerilee, what the hell are you doing?

                                            >"Anon, do you see this cutie mark?" She motions to her flank.

                                            >"This is a symbol of how much I love to see my students smiling faces."

                                            >"And right now, my little human..."

                                            >At that phrase you feel a tingling down below.

                                            >It's like someone took a feather duster to you balls and you can feel yourself getting hard.

                                            >"I'm going to make you SMILE."


                                            What did you put in that drink?!

                                            >"You know, I used to teach chemistry, so I'm pretty hoofy at making potions."

                                            >Hoofy? Are you fucking serious?

                                            >This god damn place...

                                            >But now's not the time for that.

                                            >Cheerilee absent-mindedly brushes her tail across the crotch of your pants.

                                            >Somehow you can feel the sensation through your denim jeans.

                                            >You shudder from the stimulus and moan softly.

                                            >What the fuck is going on?

                                            >"It's really not very hard to make a strong, phrase-activated aphrodisiac, my little human."

                                            >Tingle tingle.

                                            >Those words buzz in your ear and your body goes flush.

                                            >Beads of sweat start to drip down your face.

                                            >Everything feels like it's getting warmer.

                                            >No. Not just warm.

                                            >Hot.


                                            >You push Cheerilee off of you and rip off your clothes in an attempt to cool down.

                                            >Cheerilee stands back up and smirks.

                                            >Feigning ignorance, she taunts, "Anon, I didn't know you'd be so eager."

                                            You know damn well that I'm not naked because I want to be.

                                            >Her eyes fall half-lidded, "Perhaps I can change your mind, my little human."

                                            >Tingle tingle.

                                            >Cheerilee saunters over to you and places her muzzle in front of your junk.

                                            >She grins up at you and simply breathes warmly on your manhood.

                                            >That's it.

                                            >No sucking, no kissing, no touching at all.

                                            >But the sensations you're feeling are otherworldly.

                                            >They're too much for you and your knees buckle.

                                            >Your mind is going haywire.

                                            >"WHERE'S THAT FILE ON MOTOR SKILLS?" The boss of Brain Corp. yells to his underlings.

                                            >The office is on fire and everyone is scrambling to try to get things back in order.

                                            >"I can't find anything! What do we do?"

                                            >"Delete system 32!" someone yells.

                                            >Hard reset.

                                            >Your tongue lulls out of your mouth.

                                            >Cheerilee smiles and lifts the tip of your cock with her hoof.

                                            >The stimulus is all your serotonin-ridden body needed and you cum in spurts over the mulberry mare.

                                            >Cheerilee grins and licks some of your seed off her hoof.

                                            >Your body shakes and spasms as you hunch over onto the ground.

                                            >"That was fun, Anon. I can't wait to do it again tomorrow."

                                            >Cheerilee gives you a seductive grin and trots out of the classroom.