Bitches get Stitches (EQG)

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>H-here you go, Anon.
>Do you like them?

>You raise an eyebrow at the sight in front of you.
>You were at your locker to get your books, late for your chemistry class when the school wiz just walked up to you and lifted her skirt.
>This was fucking weird.
>You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the view but something was definitely wrong here.
>You don't know her too well since she's usually so quiet and spends all of her time in her little research room.
>But from what you've seen and heard, Twilight didn't seem the type of girl to be so bold to flash guys just for giggles.
>Did she...like you?
>...No.
>You can see she's not happy about doing this, her frown twisted into a slight cringe.
>It's a small mercy for her that the hall is empty at the moment.
>So why is she-
>A quiet giggle snatches your attention away from the girl in front of you to down the hall.
>You see a three sets of familiar hair colors leaning slightly out from the corner.
>Your mouth twists into a scowl.
>Ah.
>That's how it is.
>It's a version of the Ol' Fake Crush ploy.
>A group of girls single out a guy and tell him that one of their friends has a crush on him, then proceed to laugh at his face as he spills his linguini.
>Seen it a dozen of times and even been the target for a couple of them.
>You've learned to just to ignore it and walk away, ruining any fun the bitches can have.
>But...
>When you look back at Twilight her expression has become even more haggard.
>A few tears stream down face as she visibly struggles to keep her skirt lifted, still waiting for your answer she was no doubt told to wait for.
>She obviously isn't a willing participant in this little gag.
>And knowing her social standing, she was probably bullied into it.
>You hesitate to just leave her to wallow in her embarrassment.
>Conflicted, you just stand there and watch her squirm until an idea pops into your head.
>You smile widely at Twilight, which inadvertently makes her flinch.
>Unperturbed, you fold your arms and lean against your locker.
>Making a show of eyeing her up, you give the bedroom eyes.
"Oh yeaaah, I definitely like what I see."
>Another giggle erupts from the corner which pulls a whimper out of Twilight.
"Yeah, I'm actually liking the whole package here. Not too thin, but not too thick. Smooth skin..."
>Twilight's cheeks burn as she suffers in her torment.
"Not like that Upper Crust bitch."
>The snickering suddenly stops and an audible "huh?" can be heard.
"I mean, have you seen the ass on that girl? It's so fat, any panties she wears becomes a thong!"
>Twilight's eye open wide in shock.
"You can hear those hairy folds ripple from fifty feet away. Girl seriously needs to lay off those hors-d'oeuvres if you ask me. I know the rich types can be lazy, but DAYUM! Do some squats already."
>You can hear a muffled 'well I never!' come from down hall.
>The giggling continues but noticeably with one less participant.
"I also appreciate that you manage your hair down there. Nice and trim from what I can see. It's gets so nasty when you don't keep it well-maintained. I don't know how Fleur can stand it."
>A gasp kills the laughter once again as the other realize you're coming after all of them.
"Talk about the carpet matching the drapes. It's like a fucking forest down there! Any guy trying to eat that muff would come back up with a beard. You would have to go at that thing with a weed wacker. I don't know who would be brave enough to though. Forget crabs, she probably has a whole aquarium down there!"
>Strangled choking can be heard from the girls' hiding spot.
>Giggles fill the hall once again but this time from Twilight who frees one hand from her skirt to cover her mouth.
>You take a long inhale of air and then let it out with a sigh.
"Aah, and no foul odor either! There is nothing, NOTHING, worse than the smell of a crusty cunt. And do you know who has the nastiest mud flaps in the whole school?"
>Amused, Twilight shakes her head while a stream of "nonononono" filters down to you.
"Suri Polomare! Christ, is it really that hard to clean down there? It stinks so bad, it should be classified as a Level 5 biohazard. Her cunt juice could be used as an incendiary device! You would need a hazmat suit for you and your dick if you were dumb enough to brave those depths. I mean, P-U!"
>By this point, Twilight has given up on suppressing her laughter and is now clutching her sides with you soon joining her.
>After a good solid minute, the two of you finally calm down.
>You wipe a tear from your eye so you can see clearly down the hallway.
>There's no remaining sign of the terrible trio.
>Most likely retreated before you can do anymore damage.
>Good riddance.
>With that done, you get your books and start down hall to chemistry class.
>"Anon?"
>You stop in tracks and look back at Twilight curiously.
"Yeah?"
>She looks down while clutching her skirt, cheeks still rosy from the residual embarrassment.
>"Thanks for that."
>You smile at her.
"Heh, no problem. You know, you shouldn't let those three hags bully you. You're too smart for that."
>You turn back around and give her a wave.
"I'm real late, so see you later!" You exclaim before setting off in a jog.
>With your back turned you fail to see Twilight's blush and smile grow larger as she watches you leave.
>As you quickly make your way to class, you can't help but grin.
>You took three bitches down a peg and saw a cute girl's panties.
>What a lovely day.