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- >You are Harris Cutler, or as your students call you ‘Mr. Cutler’.
- >Also known as “Old faggot”.
- >You work at a Flight School in Cloudsdale, even though you yourself can barely fly yourself to work.
- >Not like you give a fuck.
- ”Ugh…”
- >Flipping through a few flight tests, you see one of your students, Flutershy has failed another test.
- >She is the most awkward and shy filly you have ever seen grace the halls of the school, a part of you feels sorry for her.
- >On parent teacher day, you called her parents in for a conference concerning her incredibly terrible progress at the School. As Fluttershy sat next to her parents, they would occasionally glance at her with a terrifying stare as you read off the poor grades.
- >After the conference ended, you walked down the halls to the bathroom and heard crying.
- >Moments after the crying died down, Fluttershy walked out of the bathroom, tears streaming down her face with her mother and father trailing behind her.
- >Apparently her parents don’t take kindly to failure.
- >But anyway, enough of that.
- >You have to figure out what you’re going to do about this.
- >Great.
- >Seriously, all you ever do at this fucking school is get mad at the students, watch them fail all their tests and get disappointed that it’s in one ear out the other with them. With the exception of Rainbow Dash of course.
- >Ah Rainbow~
- >Her name brings a smile to your face, she is probably the best flier you’ve seen in the School, next to the old days when Spitfire and Soarin were taking classes.
- >While all the other students fall asleep in the middle of class, she is always listening intently and taking each lesson to heart.
- >You get yanked from your thoughts when the bell rings.
- >Another miserable School day.
- >Fucking fantastic.
- >After a few minutes, the classroom door burst open and in came the children, ‘ready’ for class.
- >Ready?
- >Well, half the fuckers forgot to bring their homework.
- >But oh well. Not your problem.
- >They are punished as usual.
- >Half way through class, you see Fluttershy has fallen asleep in class again.
- >The classroom is strangely quiet as the students try to rush through their paperwork.
- >You find your eyes moving over each curve of Fluttershy’s sleeping figure.
- “What the fuck? I’m thinking this way about a filly? And a student at that?”
- >As revolting as the idea of fucking a young student sounds… you can’t stop thinking about it.
- >A small trail of drool seeps out of her mouth, making you even more turned on…
- >Wait, you’re fucking turned on from this? Celestia be damned, enough.
- ”Fluttershy?”
- >Some of the students lean back and look at her, some of them chuckling.
- >For fuck’s sake.
- “Someone wake her.”
- >A student behind her taps her shoulder, and she bolts up, eliciting a few chuckles from the nearby students.
- >”Oh my gosh I’m so sorry mr. Cutler, it won’t happen again.”
- >Yeah.
- >My ass.
- >You clear throat as you look at the clock.
- >Only 5 minutes of class left. Thank God.
- “Fluttershy, I want you to stay after class today.”
- >A few of the students ‘ooo’ at her.
- “None of that.”
- >The bell rings immediately after, and all the students eagerly burst out of their seats and leave, all except Fluttershy.
- “Fluttershy”
- >You call to her.
- “Come up here please.”
- >When she stands up from her desk, your dick twitches.
- >...What the Hell is going on with you?
- >You notice her young tiny curves bouncing and swaying as she walks up to you.
- >Man you could just…
- >....
- >When the fuck was the last time you ‘handled yourself’?
- >2 weeks ago? That explains alot…
- >”Y- yes Mr. Cutler?” she manages to squeek out.
- >You can’t help but smirk at the shy display.
- “Fluttershy, I want to talk about your grades and performance at the School - it’s completely awful and I-”
- >”PLEASE PLEASE DON’T TELL MY PARENTS!” she cuts you off, a few years falling from her face.
- >”I’LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING!”
- >...Anything…
- >You shake your head.
- “I think I’m going to have to tell them, this is unacceptable.”
- >This causes her to start sobbing lightly.
- >Holy shit, what do her parents do to her to make her this way?
- >Glancing down, you realize you have a fucking boner.
- >...
- >”I’ll do anything…” “anything…”
- >Anything…
- “Alright Fluttershy.”
- >She snaps her attention to you.
- “I’ll give you another chance.”
- >This causes her to squeel in happiness.
- “BUT!”
- >She cocks her head.
- >”but?”
- “But I want you…” you gulp. “I want y- you to do something for me…”
- >”O- okay… What do you want me to do?”
- >Are you actually going to fucking do this?
- >Can you really go through with fucking a filly? In School? costing you your job?
- >...
- >...
- >FUCK IT!
- >You stand up and reveal your hard throbbing erection to her, causing her mouth to adorably drop.
- >”w- what?”
- “Touch it.”
- >Her eyes go wide.
- >”M- mr. cutler.. I…”
- “You want to pass don’t you? Touch it.”
- >She walks up to you slowly and you move your chair so she can get easier access to it.
- >Then, she moves her hoove up slowly, and then places it on your member.
- >Oh God…
- >This sends a shudder up your back.
- >Has it really been this long?
- “Okay, now stroke it…”
- >Her face is frozen with fear, tears threatening to burst from her eyes.
- >”O- okay…”
- >She puts her other hoove on it and starts moving them up and down on your hardon, causing you to moan slightly.
- >Dear Celestia… it feels so good…
- >More moans escape from your mouth as you grip the sides of your chair.
- >”A- are you okay..?”
- >You nod at her.
- “K- keep going… Don’t stop…”
- >She sobs lightly as she continues the act.
- “F- faster!” You groan, shutting your eyes as you let the waves of pleasure spread throughout your body.
- >Her stroking starts to go faster, and faster until…
- “AUGH!”
- >You grip the chair harder than before as you moan loudly, cum spraying from your dick covering her.
- >Fluttershy squeeks, startled.
- >Oh sweet Celestia that was incredible… for a filly, she sure does know how to move her hooves…
- >It has been quite some time since you have had an orgasm like that…
- >After a few moments of recovering, you open your eyes.
- >Infront of you is Fluttershy, covered in your seed.
- >Some of it dripping from her pink mane.
- >She has her head buried in her hooves, sobbing lightly.
- “Alright Fluttershy.” you smile.
- >”Y- y- yes?”
- “I will change your grade to a passing one.”
- >This makes her look up at you with those adorable eyes.
- >”T- thank you…”
- >You open up the drawer to your desk and pull a few pieces of tissue out, and then clean yourself off, then you pass some to Fluttershy.
- >She slowly cleans herself off, sobbing.
- >While she is cleaning yourself off, you write a few things down on a piece of paper.
- >A note.
- >The note is addressed to Fluttershy’s parents telling them that you kept her after school to congratulate her on the good grades she received, and that they should be proud of her.
- >”C- can I leave now?”
- “Not yet.”
- >She looks at the floor.
- “Take this.” you hand her the note.
- >After taking the note, she looks over it, and after reading it a smile forms on her lips.
- >”Thank you…”
- “And remember, if you want a way to get more good grades… Just stay after school…”
- >”o- okay…” a few tears fall from her eyes again.
- >After that day, Fluttershy’s grades started to go higher, as if she was trying to keep them high solely to never have to experience that again.
- >And you noticed she was alot more shy and socially awkward than she was previously.
- >Ah well…
- >Was it worth it?
- >...
- >Fuck yeah.
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