[Cheerilee][FR, Ecchi] The Numbers Game, Part Two (Second)


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                                            [original author Etiquette ]

                                            "[Cheerilee][FR, Ecchi] The Numbers Game, Part Two (Second)"

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                                            >You don't know how long it takes for you to get to the point where you can move again.

                                            >Your mind is still going wild.

                                            >Not to mention what's still going on down south.

                                            >That Cheerilee can mix up some strong shit.

                                            >You're still getting lingering pleasure signals from Commander Penis.

                                            >Brain Corp. is buzzing.

                                            >Unfortunately, pretty much everything has gone up in flames.

                                            >The only thing they were able to salvage was that bit about getting Twilight to transfer you out of everything but math.

                                            >You must've really hated spending time with these fillies.

                                            >Especially that Diamond Tiara.

                                            >Oh, guess they salvaged that piece too.

                                            >You stand and pull up your boxers and jeans.

                                            >Cheerilee wasn't even courteous enough to redress you.

                                            >Though you guess that that probably would've just made you cum in your pants...

                                            >On second thought, you guess she did you a favor.

                                            >You get dressed and head to Twilight's.


                                            >You bang on Twilight's treehouse.

                                            >Well, not treehouse...

                                            >Her tree... house?

                                            >You get the idea.

                                            Twilight! We need to talk!

                                            >She opens the door and lets you inside.

                                            Why the hay did you sign me up for a whole day of class?

                                            >Twilight huffs. "You really didn't listen yesterday when I told you about the wonders of education, did you?"

                                            Look, that's not the point. The point is that I only need to learn math, right?

                                            >Twilight lifts a hoof to her chin. "Well, I guess that's true..."

                                            >"But then you'll never learn the joys of taking psychology, astronomy, or chemistry..."

                                            >Chemistry...

                                            >At that word, your eyes widen to saucers.

                                            >Back at Brain Corp. some pencil-pusher picks up a perplexing paper.

                                            >"Boss, I found some file marked Argent or something..."

                                            >The boss snatches it out of his hand and looks at it.

                                            >"That says 'Urgent' you idiot! Quick, put it through to mouth!"

                                            HolyShitTwillight,CheerileeDruggedMeAndRapedMeAndNowThere'sNoWayI'mGoingBackToClass.

                                            >You shotgun the words out of your mouth and Twilight just stands in front of you, confused.

                                            >"Uhh... Come again?"


                                            >You take a breath and try again.

                                            Cheerilee raped me.

                                            >"Cheerilee? The teacher at school? Raped you?" She gives you a disbelieving stare.

                                            Well, kinda... I guess she didn't even really... touch me... [mumble]

                                            >"Speak up, Anon. This is a serious accusation."

                                            >Your head's still a little fuzzy from the experience.

                                            >You did go full retard, after all.

                                            Well she... uhh... mixed something together... She mentioned chemistry.

                                            >"Chemistry, huh?" she replies sarcastically.

                                            Yes. She said it was an aphrodisiac and every time she said [my little-

                                            >You feel the beginnings of a tingle in your jeans.

                                            Umm... Never mind. The point is that every time she said a certain phrase, my dick went crazy.

                                            >Twilight makes an 'Eww' face and retorts. "Anon, I won't stand for your vulgarity!"

                                            >"And frankly I'm shocked that you'd go so far just to get out of going to class."

                                            But I-


                                            >"Look Anon, I'm fine with changing your schedule so that you only have to attend math,

                                            >but there's no reason to say such things about a sweet mare like Cheerilee."

                                            >You grit your teeth.

                                            There's no way I'm taking another class with that crazy p0ny!

                                            >"Anon! This has gone on long enough! If you don't learn to count, then I'm going to get all of P0nyville to shun you."

                                            >"Remember when you first showed up here?" she taunts.

                                            >Yes.

                                            >Of course you do.

                                            >You were the big ape wandering around P0nyville.

                                            >A fucking freak show.

                                            >A monster.

                                            >It was miserable.

                                            >But then the Mane Six, or rather, Turnip showed up and actually made the effort to get to know you.

                                            >You can't imagine going back.

                                            Fine.

                                            >You answer dejectedly and sulk out of Twilight's house.


                                            >Next day.

                                            >It's time for math class.

                                            >At the very least Cheerilee shouldn't try anything during class, right?

                                            >Right?

                                            >The clock strikes ball and you apprehensively open the door to the classroom.

                                            >Cheerilee turns and gives you an innocent smile. "Welcome back, Mr. Anon."

                                            >You give her a nervous smile and wave awkwardly.

                                            Hiya... Teech...

                                            >You take your midget-sized seat and crack open your book.

                                            >It's very surreal to see Cheerilee acting so casual.

                                            >It's like nothing ever happened.

                                            >Everything is business as usual.

                                            >You'd almost be willing to convince yourself that you dreamed it all, until...

                                            >Cheerilee digs out a bowl full of sweets from behind her desk.

                                            >Snips raises a hoof and asks, "What's the candy for, Ms. Cheerilee?"

                                            >Cheerilee smiles. "I wanted to reward you all for doing so well in class lately."

                                            >"I'm so proud of all my little p0nies. And..."

                                            >She turns to look you dead in the eyes and smirks that same smirk.

                                            >No.

                                            >Nonononono.

                                            >There's no way she'd do this to you in class...

                                            >"[My little human.]"


                                            >Jingle fucking jangle, bitch.

                                            >Cheerilee uses Chemical Alarm Clock.

                                            >It's super effective!

                                            >Penis is awakened from its slumber.

                                            >Your mouth drops open and you stare blankly at the teacher mare.

                                            You're seriously going to do this? In front of all these fillies?

                                            >"What do you mean, Mr. Anon? Of course I'm going to treat my little p0nies when they do well."

                                            >She just grins at you and begins hoofing out the candy to the lined-up students.

                                            >Her look says everything.

                                            >She's in control and she knows it.

                                            >This kinky mare is a total dom.

                                            >"And of course I didn't forget you, [my little human.]"

                                            >Tingle tingle.

                                            >She digs out a lollipop that looks strangely like a mare vagina and tosses it to you.

                                            >You guess they have p0ny versions of Spencer's gifts in Equestria too.

                                            >This goddamn place.

                                            >But now's not the time for that.

                                            >Your bulge is knock knock knocking on ziiiiper's door.

                                            >But you notice that this time around the sensations are much more tolerable.

                                            >Before, by the second time Cheerilee said 'you know what,' you were practically creaming your pants.

                                            >But now the only result is that your cock is attempting the most radical prison break in AlcaDenim's history.

                                            >Still, it's a marked improvement over yesterday.

                                            >Maybe you can make it through the class after all.

                                            >You catch another glance from Cheerilee.

                                            >Fat chance.


                                            >After all the fillies and colts are seated, class continues.

                                            >As if learning all this number bullshit wasn't hard enough, now you've got a hard-on nagging you for attention.

                                            >"Anon, what is cobblepot plus bell?" Cheerilee asks, smiling innocently.

                                            >You huff. Might as well play along for now.

                                            Uhh... It's campfire, right?

                                            >Cheerilee claps her hooves together. "Very good, [my little human.]"

                                            >Tingle tingle kooloo limpah!

                                            >You nearly cringe at the increased stimulus.

                                            >Cheerilee's smile contorts into the same evil smirk. "Now, would you care to come up the board and show us how you got your answer?"

                                            >You scowl at her and say through clenched teeth:

                                            Can I take a rain check?

                                            >She just continues smirking. "Now, now Anon. Everp0ny has to show their work."

                                            >She holds up a piece of chalk in her hoof expectantly.

                                            >She isn't going to let this go.

                                            >You sigh and take a deep breath.

                                            Fine.


                                            >You awkwardly bumble out of your seat and up to the board.

                                            >The whole time you're trying to walk so that the fewest p0nies get a view of your crotch.

                                            >It's fucking miserable.

                                            >Turns out your dick is right at mouth height for fillies sitting in their desks.

                                            >Now, a question of etiquette - as you pass, do you give them the ass or the crotch?

                                            >It's yesterday all over again.

                                            >You can feel their breath on your junk as you make your way to the front of the room.

                                            >The walk feels like forever.

                                            >But you finally make it.

                                            >You snatch the chalk from Cheerilee and glare at her.

                                            >You quickly write down the problem and solution and thrust the chalk back towards Cheerilee.

                                            >"Great job, Anon! But there's still something wrong, [my little human.]"

                                            >She pushes herself in between you and the board, rubbing her plot against your pitched tent.

                                            >She starts to correct your 'numbers,' neatening them out, all the while subtly grinding into you.

                                            >She whispers quietly to you, "I can see you're quite the UPSTANDING student, [my little human.]"

                                            >You. Can. Feel. Everything.

                                            >You WANT to feel everything.

                                            >You let out a soft moan.

                                            >What are you thinking!?

                                            >You have to get out of here.

                                            IHaveToGoToTheBathroom!

                                            >With that, you Rainbow Dash out of the classroom.


                                            >You're dick is going crazy in your pants.

                                            >Like C4 on jail bars crazy.

                                            >You have to take care of this problem NOW.

                                            >You stumble awkwardly down the halls of the school.

                                            >With every step, your body shudders and begs for release.

                                            >Eventually you make your way to the bathroom.

                                            >You burst through the door and slam it shut behind you.

                                            >Lock it with the fury of a thousand lonely nights.

                                            >Thank Celestia, Discord, or whoever it is that presides over humans in this place this is a single bathroom.

                                            >Whip your belt off like Indiana Jones in the Temple of Boobs.

                                            >Your pants rocket off to the corner of the bathroom and you go to town.

                                            >No lube, no spit, you don't even need your imagination right now.

                                            >You jerk your meat like you work for Jack Link's.

                                            >Your body fills with ecstasy.

                                            >You're ready to give the tile a fresh pearl coating, only...

                                            >Nothing's coming out.

                                            >You're at the brink of madness.

                                            >Pleasure ripples throughout your body.

                                            >But you can't cum.


                                            >There's a knock at the bathroom door.

                                            I'm busy!

                                            >You keep going at it, harder now.

                                            >Come on, come on!

                                            >Comeoncomeoncomeoncomeon.

                                            >Another knock.

                                            I said I'm busy! Occupied! In use! If you can't take a hint, that means GO AWAY!

                                            >Your shirt is drenched in your sweat.

                                            >Your palms and dick are red and getting rubbed raw.

                                            >But still nothing.

                                            WHAT THE FUCK!?

                                            >You nearly start to cry from exasperation when you hear a jingling at the door.

                                            >It sounds like... keys?

                                            >You watch as the bolt turns and the door opens slowly.

                                            >It's Cheerilee and she's giving you that same smirk that you're beginning to hate.

                                            WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? WHY CAN'T I-

                                            >"Cum?" Cheerilee grins as she closes and re-locks the door behind her.

                                            >"That would be because I made it so that only my touch could get you off, [my little human.]"

                                            >At this, she lunges at you and gives you a wet, forceful kiss.

                                            >Your brain is overloaded again and that's all it takes to send you over the edge.

                                            >As promised, you give the tile, and Cheerilee, a fresh coat of sticky white paint.

                                            >She licks your blank face with her tongue and turns to leave.

                                            >"You belong to me now, [my little human.]"