The Misunderstanding (WiP)

>be AnonTeacher
>be staying late at school marking exams again
>suddenly, a chill runs down your spine
>you look up from your work and stare around the classroom
>there's nothing there
>still, you can't shake this strange feeling of déja vu...
>for some reason, you get the distinct impression that any second, Rainbow Dash will walk in wearing a-
>KNOCK, KNOCK
>areyouawizard.jpg
>you answer the door
>lo and behold, it's Rainbow Dash
>she's even wearing the goddamn sexy schoolgirl outfit you somehow knew she would
>if that part of the vision is true, than that must mean...
>...
>...oh no...
>"Um, Mr. Anon?" asks RD, who is blushing and clearly embarassed
"...Yes, Ms. Dash?"
>"...Um... could I come in for a sec? There's... something I need to talk to you about..."
>you flinch
>This is going exactly where I was afraid it was going, isn't it?
"...whatever it is, you can tell me out here, can't you?"
>Dash looks around the hall before looking down at the floor, as if ashamed
>"Well... its just... I'd like to talk about this somewhere more... private, y'know? I don't feel comfortable talking about it out here..."
>your heartbeat is now rapidly escalating
>Oh dear god WHY did she have to look so damn cute when she's nervous?!?
>you bite on your lower lip
>Dash doesn't seem to notice
"...well, I suppose that would be alright... come in, Ms. Dash."
>you open the door to your classroom invitingly
>she hesitates for a second before entering the room
>you lock the door behind you when you follow after... you have a bad feeling about what is about to happen, and you wouldn't want anybody walking in on you two and getting the wrong idea
>you turn to face her
"...Alright, Rainbow Dash, what was it you needed to talk to me about?"
>she shifts awkwardly in place
>"...W-Well, sir... I-I know its, well... not exactly like me to ask you something like this... but... under the circumstances..."
>you are now packing so much heat you feel like you are going to catch on fire
>"...I was hoping... you could... y'know... if you wanted to, like..."
>oh god she's so fucking adorable
>you can't stand it anymore
>you want her
>right here
>right now
>fuck your job
>fuck morals
>fuck ethics
>fuck the police
>life's not worth living if you don't get to fuck this angel right now
"Shhhhh..." you tell Dash, barely able to stop yourself from pouncing on her
>"...huh?" asks Rainbow Dash, totally taken aback from your willingness
"I understand what you want... what you NEED..."
>"Y-you do?! Really?!?"
"Yessssssss..."
>you stroke her lovely multicolored mane, which feels like satin against your fingers
>you feel her shudder slightly at your touch
>god, that's hot...
>"W-well, if you know already, then I shouldn't need to ask you to-"
"No, Ms. Dash... you don't need to ask..."
>you continue to stroke her mane, but she doesn't seem to be put any more at ease by your behaviour
>in fact, this only seems to make her MORE nervous... but in a different way
>could she be a virgin?
>oh god as if she wasn't fucking adorable enough already...
>"...w-well, that's great then, um... so, then, would you just-"
"With pleasure~"
>without warning, you throw your arms around Rainbow Dash and kiss her passionately
>she's taken completely by surprise and doesn't do anything with the kiss at all, as if she hadn't a clue what to do
>her eyes widen as you start to use your tongue with her
>she tastes just like skittles
>she still doesn't do anything to return the kiss
>poor girl must've never been kissed like this before in her life
>oh, well, she'll have plenty of time to practice before the day is done ~ <3


>two minutes earlier...


>be Rainbow Dash
>you were returning from the bathroom, feeling humilated and embarassed at having to go through this
>you just HAD to challenge Lightning Blitz to a race DESPITE the huge kink in your wing, didn't you?
>you just HAD to take him up on that stupid, stupid bet
>what were you THINKING?!
>you sighed angrily at yourself internally
>now you had to walk around the entire school wearing this silly-looking schoolfilly outfit, because if you're caught in the halls without it on, Blitz and his gang of buddies get to... to...
>you shudder at the very thought of what would happen
>your body wasn't ready to receive that kind of punishment
>you didn't even LIKE stallions that much, anyways... you actually kinda had more of a thing for other mares than stallions, but you were willing to make an exception if the RIGHT stallion came along
>Blitz and his pals were most definately NOT the right stallions
>your mental self-pitying streak is suddenly interrupted by that kink in your wing, which caused that very fall that cost you the race against Blitz and got you into this mess
>if it was bad to begin with, it was much, MUCH worse now
>sweet Celestia this hurts
>you try to find somepony to help you get the kink out of your wing, but your outfit was not helping your cause
>everytime you approached a unicorn who could doubtlessly help you out magically, you were laughed at and told that there was no way that they were going to "rub your wingboner in front of everyone"
>fucking asshole unicorns
>you were just about to give up when you passed by Mr. Anonymous' class
>the human teacher
>immediately your mind painted a vivid picture of his gentle fingers carefully unbinding the tension in your wing that was causing you so much pain
>Mr. Anon was a kind, understanding man... surely he'd help a mare in need out...
>you almost waltzed right in, but then you remembered how awkward it would be if you just walked in and shouted "MR. ANON! HEY! I NEED YOU TO RUB ME DOWN WITH THOSE SAUSAGE FINGERS OF YOURS!"
>yeah that'd go over well
>no, Rainbow Dash, this time you must be patient and gentle
>even though the thought of being calm and courteous makes you want to retch
>first the dress and now this...
>where did all your swag go, mare?
>are you slowly turning into Rarity or something?
>you almost consider backing out of this, but the pain in your wing is too much to bear
>there are just some dicks in life you just have to shut up and suck
[spoiler]>if only you knew how literal that expression was about to become...[/spoiler]
>you knock on the door
>Mr. Anon answers
>he stares at your dress, clearly shocked by how gay you look right now
>you don't blame him, but you dare not explain why you're dressed like this... wasn't going to heal your wing, and you didn't want to remember the race again
>well... this is awkward
>"Um... Mr. Anon..." you begin...


>back to the present...


>your brain seems to be melting as Mr. Anon continues to wriggle his tongue into your mouth
>what the fuck?!?!?
>you try to say "MRANONSTOPWAITWHATHEFUCKAREYOUDOING"
>instead, you say "MMPFFFPHMFPMPFMPHMPFPHPFPHFFMFNGFPMG" because Mr. Anon is now seemingly trying to get your tongue to wrap around his
>you need an adult
>as if reading your thoughts, suddenly Mr. Anon breaks off the kiss and whispers softly in your ear in a creepy voice that sends shivers down your spine:
"I *AM* AN ADULT!"
>before you can say anything in response, Mr. Anon goes back to sucking on your bright orange tongue as he gently caresses those fingers of his down your sides
>he completely misses your kinked up wing
>for some reason this irks you
>you glare ferociously at Mr. Anon while he continues to first base you
>he stops again and beams at you
"You're so cute when you're playing angry"
>"Now you just wait a sec-"
>again with the interrupting kiss
>geez, what does this guy have against letting ponies finish their sentences?!?
>okay, this was almost kinda funny at first, but now its getting REALLY inappropriate- you can't let him go on like this
>you try to push Mr. Anon off of you
>he uses your own weight against you to flip you over
>you are now laying down on your back with Mr. Anon on top of you
>panic mode initiated
>you try flailing against his weight, but it's no use- he's twice your size and weighs far more than your aerodynamically designed body does
>Mr. Anon seems to misread your attempts at flailing to be throes of ecstacy
>you always suspected he was a bit of a retard when it came to romance...
>after several minutes of unwanted kissing, caressing, and rubbing of bodies, Mr. Anon finally removes his mouth from yours
>"Mr. Anon, I REALLY-"
>he clamps one of his hands over your mouth
"Shhhhhhhh... I know, I know. Don't ruin the whole "innocent schoolgirl" act for me, K? You're REALLY turning me on!"
>under any other circumstances, you'd be flattered
>now, though, this only serves to show you how deep into his fantasy Mr. Anon is
>you, little filly, are what we like to call "fucked"
>you start to tear up as you realize that there's no way you're going to get Mr. Anon to see sense now
"Oh god, YES, KEEP CRYING LIKE THAT! THAT IS SO HOOOOOOT~!!!"
>fuck your life
>you can feel him reaching his other hand around your costume, trying to find a weak point in the fabric
>because its just a cheap costume from the drama club that Blitz found in 5 minutes, Mr. Anon has no trouble tearing it right off you with a single hand
>you shiver as the fabric brushes against your exposed coat
>for some reason, that swift act made you feel even more vulnerable than when you realized how screwed you were
>suddenly, the humans' affinity for clothing started to make a lot more sense
>fortunately for you, the panties (which you still have NO IDEA how Blitz managed to get a hold of) you were forced to wear weren't quite so easy to get off, despite Mr. Anon's best efforts
>eventually, Mr. Anon is forced to use two hands to get them off you, freeing your mouth for a moment
>immediately, you start to scream for help
>Mr. Anon has his hand clamped back over your mouth in a split second
>he doesn't look angry- he's actually smiling even wider now
"Nice touch" he whispers in your ear before sitting up again (still on top of you, pinning you down)
"Well, well, well, so you're a NAUGHTY little filly now, aren't you?"
>oh no
"Hmmm... well if you want to use your MOUTH so badly..."
>you see Mr. Anon undoing his own pants with his free hand
>oh sweet merciful Celestia NO
"...I suppose I can give you SOMETHING to keep those pretty lips of yours occupied..."
>NONONONONONONONONONONO
>"NOWAITPLEASEDON-" you try to say for the brief moment your mouth is free when Mr. Anon lifts his hand off you
>you are quickly cut off by Mr. Anon's throbbing manhood being shoved past your mouth, teeth, and tongue, deep enough until you feel his member rubbing slightly against the back of your throat
>Mr. Anon's legs clamp tightly around your heat while he sits on your face
"Ahhhhhhh... that's a good little pony..."
>"Little pony"?!?!
>great, not only are you getting facefucked by a human, you're getting facefucked by an AUTISTIC human
>your life is officially worth shit now
>you KNEW you should have skipped school today...
>you try not to choke as Mr. Anon bends over your body and continually thrusts himself into your mouth, occasionally going deep enough to penetrate your throat once in a while
>you do your best not to throw up- he'd probalby think it was spit and start using the painful gastric acid as a lubricant, he's so into it...
>this continues for several minutes until at last you feel Mr. Anon's member starting to twitch
>"Oh, no, you are NOT going to blow your load in MY mouth!!!" you vow mentally (since your mouth is quite busy at the moment)
>you try to force him to get out of your head (literally)
>instead, he thrusts all of himself as deep into your throat as possible, wrapping his arms around your head and pushing your head as deep into his crotch as possible
>what a fucking faggot
>you feel him come right down your throat
>you feel like you want to puke, but you hold your stomach back
>as soon as he's milked the very last drop out of himself, Mr. Anon finally withdraws
"Ohhhh... Ms. Dash, I think you just might be my favorite student..."
>you're too lightheaded from the near-asphyxiation he just put you through to respond
>you cough up small globs of his cum
>you can't take it anymore and throw up all over the floor
>Mr. Anon simply sighs sadly and pats you on the back
"There, there, it's allright. That's what they all do after their first try. Don't worry, I'll have the janitor clean it up later..."
>Mr. Anon takes out a tissue from his desk and wipes off the excess fluids off your face
>some very small part of you is touched by this sentiment
>the rest of you just feels violated
>slowly, you walk out of the classroom
"Yes, that's a good idea, why don't you get some fresh air while I clean this mess up? Then perhaps we can get onto some more... *advanced* lessons, if you know what I mean..."
>fat chance of that, Mr. Assholenymous
>you start to head outside, hoping to find a spare raincloud to shower yourself withh
>at least this day can't get any worse...
[spoiler]>Lightning Blitz: Well, well, well, if it isn't Rainbow Crash! Haha, I KNEW you couldn't keep that outfit on for a whole day, and you know what that means...
>Phallus Maximus: I call her butt!
>Wartsworth: Dibs on her mouth!
>Lightning Blitz: Guess that means I get the marehood!
>Aaaaaaaaand fuck your life[/spoiler]

>THE END[spoiler]...?[/spoiler]