damynorb - Disgusting Derpy 3

>Canterlot High
>A place to learn.
>A place to hate.
>And of course a place to see your friends.
>You are Anon.
>And you're back from your holiday in Noonegivesadamnistan.
>For the first time in a while you're happy to be in school.
>You get to see the friends you've missed.
>Speaking of which.
>Pink covers your eyes in an instant and you tumble to the floor.
>The air in your lungs get crushed by pink crazy, but firendly arms.

“Hiya Anon! Howasyourholidayi reallymissed youso I decidedishouldthrowapartyforwhenyougetback-”

“Pinkie, ribs collapsing, can't eugh-”

>In an instant Pinkie if off you and you're on your feet, slowly catching your breath.

“I missed you too Pinkie, where's Norman?”

>Pinkie's face suddenly drops.
>That's never a good sign.

“He went to his friends funeral because he er, uhm...”

“It's alright Pinkie, you don't have to tell me if it's bothering you too much.”

>You wrap an arm around her and hug her close, comforting her and stroking her hair.
>The bell rings, signalling the morning registration.
>You walk with Pinkie into the school and make your way to your respective rooms, exchanging quick goodbyes before you go.
>You walk in and plop yourself into a chair, just in time for the register.”

“Hiiii Anon.”

>You turn around and stare into the face of her.

“Hey Derpy, how have you been?”

>You smile at her and her eyes light up.

“Well I've been okay, I got better at writing.”

“Really? That's great to hear, how-”

“ATTENTION CLASS!”

>You whip your head around and shut up.
>Ms Cheerilee is fucking pissed.
>Again.
>You wonder why she's angry this time.

>She slams her bag down and grabs the register, near snapping it in her grip.
>She shouts names across the room, ticks them off then throws the register onto the desk
>Probably drunk.
>Or she hasn't been laid in a while.
>The bell rings again, telling you to get to first class.
>You pull out your timetable and look for your class.
>Maths, not too bad to start the day.
>Although you would have preferred gym or something.
>You get and grab your bag on the way out.

“Hey Anon!”

>You turn around and face Derpy, who nearly falls over a table.

“Meet me outside the bathrooms after school, I wanna speak to you about something.”

>She gives you a strange look, causing the hairs on your neck prick up.
>The way she said that too, it seemed so-”

“GET GOING YOU TWO! NOW!”

>You hurry out the classroom, not wanting to get on Cheerilee's bad side.
>Not after what is happened to Norman that one time.
>You shudder at the thought and walk down the corridor.

“Anon wait!”

>You pause and look behind you, spotting Derpy following you.
>You remember what she said about meeting her at the bathrooms.

“Are you going to meet me then?”

>You cant really say no.
>Besides, what's the worst that could happen?

“Yeah I will Derpy, see you then.”

“Bye Anon.”

>There's that weird look again.
>You cant help but shudder.
>With that, you turn around and make your way to Math.
>It's lunchtime, and you're fucking hungry.
>You grab a tray and stockpile food.
>You look around the cafeteria for Pinkie.
>She's nowhere to be seen.
>Her friends aren't around either.
>Well shit, might as well eat alone.
>Not that it bothered you anyway.
>The lunchtime bell rings, signalling the start of the lunchtime register.
>With effortless speed you clear up your shit and make for your Ms Cheerilee's room.
>Don't want to piss her off any more by being late.

>You walk into the classroom and-

“Hey Anon.”

>Fuck, this is getting a little weird now.

“Uh hey Derpy, you alright?”

“Never better Anon. Are still meeting me later?”

>Oh sweet mercy.
>This is getting a little too creepy now.

“Well I might be, um...”

“Please Anon, it's important.”

>Her eyes are pleading with you now.
>Fuck, can't say no now.

“I, uh yeah I will, bathrooms yeah?

“Yep.”

>She smiles and almost prances to her seat.
>You take a seat and wait for Cheerilee, anxious to get the day over with.
>You grab your bag and rummage round for your timetable.

“ATTENTION!”

>Jesus fucking christ.
>You jump out of your skin and sit upright.
>Everyone else in the class follows suit, some of them even yelping in surprise.
>Once again, Cheerilee goes through the register with about as much enthusiasm as a teenager working the night shift in Tesco.
>There goes the bell again.
>You find your timetable and check.
>Gym, awesome.
>You always liked gym, it was a hell of a lot better than sitting in a classroom for another hour.
>You stuff your timetable in your bag and head off to gym.

>1 hour later, and you're sitting in your final class, still a bit out of breath from your gym class.
>You glance at the clock above the blackboard.
>45 minutes left.
>Your thoughts drift along, until they suddenly stop on Derpy.
>Why would she want to speak to you so desperately?
>You hardly ever see each other, only at registration and two lessons on Thursday.
>Your thoughts are interrupted by loud thumping on the wall.
>Mr Discord stops speaking and whips his head around, staring at the wall behind him.

“The fucks going on?”

>One of the students shouts across the room.
>Discord turns to face the class and shrugs.
>Out of all the teachers in the school, Discord was your favourite.
>Most of the time, he didn't give a fuck.
>Plus you're pretty sure he's clinically insane.
>The class goes on without interruption, and before you knew it, end of the day bell rings.
>All the students get up and rush to the door, desperate to get back home and be free for the rest of the day.
>You grab your bag and head for the toilets, still nervous about what Derpy wants.
>You get to the toilets and spot Derpy, already waiting for you.
>She see's you and beams, her face lighting up instantly.

“So what did you want to see me about Derpy?”

>Without warning she grabs you by the hand and pulls you into the girls toilets.
>Instantly she presses her lips to yours, surprising you with the sudden act of affection.
>A hand slides to your jeans, unzipping them and pulling open the belt.
>Your belt and jeans clatter to the floor and your member stands to attention.
>Derpy grabs your hand and shoves it down her panties.
>There were no wet soft folds.
>Only wet and crust.
>Your eyes widen, and your boner slowly drops.
>She grins and forces your hand inside her.
>All you can feel are hard, bumpy lumps.

“D-Derpy, what?”

>She silences you with a finger and pulls your hand out of her pants.
>Thick, yellow substance covers your fingers, and gives off a ghastly, cheese like smell.
>You choke back tears and hold your breath.
>Then, without warning, Derpy pushes your fingers into your mouth, causing your eyes to go wider than saucepans.

“Do you like it Anon?”


>She forces your fingers deeper into your mouth, making you gag.
>You feel like you're about to throw up your own stomach.
>She pulls your finger out then pushes you to the floor.
>Before you can react, she is on top of you, positioning her crusty pussy above your face.
>You realise what's happening, but it's too late to stop it.
>She plants herself onto you, revelling in the sensation of her wet snatch getting attention.
>You feel like you're about to die.
>Thick, yellow mucus gets lathered all over your face, covering your mouth and nostrils.
>Its a fucking nightmare.
>Derpy moans and you choke on your own sick.
>She stands up and starts to finger herself.
>She smiles, then pulls her hand out.
>A wart the size of a small marble is in her hands.
>She grins and reaches for you.
>You scramble backwards, but you are no match for her strength.
>She pins you down and forces your mouth open.
>You try to struggle, but it's no use.
>She puts the genital wart in your mouth and clamps your mouth shut.
>She sits on your face and grinds, causing more cottage like substance to dribble all over you.
>You cant hold it back any more.
>You open your mouth and spew vomit everywhere.
>But there's nowhere for it to go, except back down your throat.
>You convulse and wriggle, trying to break free and breath.
>Derpy moans with pleasure, clearly enjoying the sensation.
>You feel like you're about to die, and your vision swims.
>Derpy grinds faster and screams, spurting thick yellow juices all over you.
>They taste and smell even worse, like the scent of fresh dog shit topped with decomposing flesh.
>The taste is indescribable, causing you to throw up once more.


>Derpy gets up off you and cleans herself up.

“That was so fun Anon.”

>She leans down and pecks you on the cheek.

“See ya tomorrow Anon!”

>You hear the bathroom door open and shut, knowing you're alone.
>You throw up once more, covering yourself with vomit and mucus.
>You slowly sit up and look at yourself.
>Then it hits you.
>You cant see the wart anywhere.
>You gag and try to throw up, but nothing comes out.
>Instead you curl up and cry on the vomit covered bathroom floor, hoping to die.