EverydayWritefag - Featherweight (Gilda)

"What do you mean I should learn to protect myself?"
>"I am just saying Anonymous. If you learned to defend yourself you wouldn't be in here so often."
>You're Anonymous.
>You were just brought to Nurse Redheart after a particularly rough day.
>She has a point though, if you knew some sort of self-defense you wouldn't be the only one here.
"Well what can I do? It's not like the school has any self-defense classes."
>"Actually Anonymous, I do believe Principle Celestia just brought in someone to teach a Kick-boxing class."
"Kick-boxing? I guess I could try it out. Do you happen to know anything about it?"
>Putting down the box of bandages, she turns to her desk pulling a flyer from a stack.
>"She gave me a few to place on my bulletin board. I'm sure giving you one won't hurt."
>Thanking her, you look at the flyer as you leave her office.
>"Featherweight Kick-Boxing! Learn to defend yourself or stay in shape. Lessons start Tuesday!"
>Tuesday? That soon?
>Didn't Nurse Redheart say that Principle Celestia just got this guy?
>Folding the flyer, you shove it into your pocket, and leave the school.
>Getting home, you toss your bag on the floor and sweater on the rack.
>With your parents working, you have the house to yourself for a little while at least.
>After a few hours of solitude, you hear your mother call you.
>"Anonymous Nunya. Get down here."
>Oh god, she doesn't usually call you by your full name unless she is mad.
>Making your way downstairs, you see her at the bottom holding the flyer.
>"What is this? You don't plan on doing this do you?"
"Not sure, was thinking about it though. Kinda don't like getting beat every week."
>You finish your sentence by pointing at your face.
>Your mother looks at you, obviously thinking about the situation.
>"Well, I can't stop you if you really want to do this. It's not going to be easy you know."
>Standing there you nod through her "It won't be easy" speech she gives every time you start something.

>Taking your leave from her, you keep to yourself until dinner.
>Entering your dining room, you father looks up at you from his paper before addressing you.
>"I hear you're thinking about taking up kick-boxing."
>Nodding you take your seat.
>"You know I used to be quite the fighter when I was your age."
>Sighing you brace yourself for one of your father's "When I was your age" stories.
>After supper you remove the bandages from your face.
>Hoping into your shower you begin thinking.
>Weighing the options in your head, you decide in favor of the lessons.
>Starting tomorrow you will head to the gym after school.
>With your mind made, you finish your shower, tell your parents of your decision and head to bed.
>The next day, school goes by relatively peacefully with the exception of the obligatory name calling from Flash Sentry.
>Heading to the gym after your last class, you take a look at the people who show up for the lessons.
>Being the first person there, you get to see who shows up.
>The majority of the people who show up are either athletic or, like you, are there for self defense.
>As people sit down on the bleachers, you notice Snips and Snails walk in behind the big muscle guy.
>Both of them scan the bleachers before seeing you and making their way to you.
>Before they get to you however, you hear someone yell from the center of the gym.
>"Sit down Doofuses."
>Snips and Snails immediately sit down where they are, as everyone else turns their attention to the person shouting in the middle.
>Standing there was a girl, probably no older than you.
>Her most distinctive feature being her white hair, which has had the tips dyed purple.
>As you stare at her she speaks up once again.
>"You are all here to learn kick-boxing. Well news flash, most of you wont be here tomorrow."
>People begin looking at each other when someone at the gym door speaks up.

>"Now Gilda, is that anyway to be talking to people interested in your sport?"
>This voice is softer yet still had the authoritative tone.
>Looking over reveals Principle Celestia.
>Walking over to the center with Gilda, she addresses the crowd.
>"Ms. Gilda here is a fellow student here and will be teaching you the basics of kick-boxing. Hopefully you all take something out of these lessons."
>With that she turns to Gilda and nods before leaving.
>"Yeah as she said I'll be teaching you the basics. Now everyone pair up and grab hitting pads. You're getting a crash course."
>Standing up, you look around for a partner.
>However you quickly realize the only one without a partner is you.
>Sitting on the bottom step of the bleachers, you decide to watch the lesson from the sideline.
>"Hey twerp, what do you think you're doing?"
>Without you realizing, Gilda had made her way over to you and was now standing in front of you.
"Well everyone has a partner. I am the only one left."
>Not missing a beat Gilda grabs you by your shirt and drags you to the middle of the gym.
>"Good thing I prefer demonstrating on an actual person."
>Not liking the sound of that, you grab a set of hitting pads and brace yourself.
>"Most of you may not have realized, but kick-boxing has kicking. We are going to start with a simple sidekick."
>She grabs your arms to position the pads in the right place.
>"If you look where his pads are, that is where you want to aim. Now pay attention cause I am only going to do this once."
>Without giving you a chance to prepare, she kicks at you.
>When her kick lands, you wince at the power behind it, and are nearly knocked down.
>She gives you a satisfied look before throwing another kick.
>By the time you realize what happened, you are on the floor clutching your stomach.
>"Don't fuck with me twerp. I will make your life a living hell."
>Pulling you up forcefully, she grabs the pads from you.
>"Now give me your best shot."

>Getting into position, you give her a kick of your own.
>Your leg connects with the pad with a solid thud.
>She gives you a smirk after your kick.
>"Pathetic. Although not surprising. Now make yourself useful and hold these until I get back."
>Throwing the pads at you, she leaves and goes from group to group belittling them into kicking correctly.
>By the time she gets back, you can obviously see that she is annoyed.
>And as she glares at you, you're already putting the pads on and prepared for a kick.
>Watching you scurry to put the pads on, she laughs at you.
>"You really are pathetic aren't you twerp?"
>Taking the pads from you, she pulls you over to the bleachers.
>"Listen here, I can't have you going around school this pathetic, while taking my lessons."
>Looking at the ground you turn to grab your things.
>"Where do you think you're going twerp? I am telling you to stay here after everyone leaves, I will toughen you up one way or another."
>Swallowing hard at the "or another" part, you nod and head back with her.
>After another hour and a half of learning kicks and punches by being beat on by Gilda, she dismisses everyone.
>One by one people begin leaving the gym, and soon enough it is just you and Gilda.
>Looking around for her, you see her carrying out mats for the floor.
>Helping her bring them out, you ask her what they are for.
>"You really aren't very bright are you? How else am I going to teach you?"
"Okay, then why did you put the hitting pads away?"
>"I told you I was going to toughen you up didn't I?" she says with a smirk.
"Right. Actually I completely forgot about this thing I have to do."
>Glaring angrily at you, she yells at you, while point at the mat she is standing on.
>"Get over here now. I am not going to just beat on you without teaching you how to block and dodge."
>Dropping your bag, you walk over to her.
>"Okay twerp, pay attention. If you don't do this right, it'll hurt you."

>After teaching you to block, she begins throwing kicks and punches at you.
>Once you get the gist of blocking and dodging she stops hitting you.
>"Okay twerp, I am not going to do all of the work. Time for you to try to hit me."
>Preparing yourself, you begin throwing punches and kicks.
>Dodging all of your attempts to hit her, she laughs at you.
>"Come on twerp, you gotta want to hit me."
"How exactly do yo. . ugh"
>Before you can finish your question, you get a fist to your stomach.
>Doubled over once again, you look up at her angrily.
>"That's it twerp. Now try to hit me." she says in her cocky tone.
>Getting up, and into position, you throw a punch towards her abdomen.
>Blocking it, she counters with a punch to your cheek.
>Stumbling back, you regain your position and throw a kick for her side.
>As she blocks your kick, she smirks and grabs your leg.
>Pulling your leg up, she forces you to the ground, causing you to flail and grab the first thing you touch.
>Before you realize what has happened, you are on your back.
>It doesn't take you as long to realize you brought Gilda down on top of you.
>Somehow during the fall she managed to land on your lap, facing away from you.
>At some point though your body decided it was an appropriate time to stand at attention.
>"Really Anonymous? You got hard because I fell on you? Or was it because I was kicking your ass?"
"As If I would be turned on by a monster of a woman like you." you snap back at her.
>She turns her head, shooting you a vicious look.
>You give her the cocky look she had given you multiple times that day.
>Angrily, she returns her attention to your crotch.
>Grabbing it roughly she laughs.
>"You call this tiny thing a dick? This thing couldn't satisfy that prude Fluttershy girl."
>Giving her a taste of her own medicine, you grab her ass.
"You call this an ass? There's no wonder men don't like you."
>"That's it twerp, clothes off. Now!" she barks at you.

>Out of fear of retaliation, you begin taking your clothing off.
>"I knew you were lying, you really are eager to fuck me."
>Rolling your eyes, you turn away from her and finish undressing.
>When you finish, you turn around to see her, in her underwear, taking off her bra.
>Before she realizes you looking, you get a good look at her.
>She has a well toned body, most likely from working out and the boxing.
>To be honest if her personality were better she wouldn't be that bad looking.
>Turning around to put her bra in the pile of her clothes, you realize the ass you were making fun of, looks good on her.
>"What are you staring at twerp?"
>Pulling her panties down, she kicks them off and turns to you.
>"Well? Don't tell me you didn't realize what we were going to do. Back up that bark you had earlier."
"What about a condom?"
>Glaring at you, she walks over to you, and grabs your dick.
>"This thing really is small, you really think you need a condom for this pitiful thing? If you think you're going to please me with this, you've got another thing coming."
>You scoff at her remark.
"Best you'll ever get."
>She looks at you angrily, before shoving you to the ground standing above you.
>"You know what? Fuck you, There is no way I'm lowering myself to fuck you now."
"Pfft, as if I would ever fuck you anyway." you retort.
>She carelessly steps down on your dick, applying enough pressure for it to hurt.
>"Bullshit, you are rock hard as it is now. I bet you wanted to fuck me from the beginning."
"N-no, I wouldn't want to fuck an amazon like you. E-ever."
>She rubs her foot against your erect dick, sending pleasure shooting through you, much to your confusion.
>"Are you getting off on this you sicko? You're even worse that I thought."
>Eventually, and quickly, the sustained assault drains your stamina and brings you dangerously close.
>When she realizes how close you are, she continues, speeding up a bit.

>Without warning, you cum, releasing rope after rope of cum onto your chest.
>"You really are pitiful. You better not be that fast when we really get started."
>She steps over you before sitting on your pelvis.
>After rubbing her pussy against you, she raises herself to position you at her entrance, once you're hard again.
>"If you cum too early, tiny dick, you will regret it."
>There she goes with the insults.
>She slowly lowers herself onto you.
>When she reaches your base, she looks down at you in surprise."
>"God dammit Twerp, you really are small. I didn't even notice you were in yet."
>As she pushes her luck, you are slowly getting angry.
"Well maybe if you weren't so loose. I mean, it's like fucking aaaiii. . ."
>She cuts you off by tightening around your member.
>"Oh? Were you saying something?" she says laying heavily on the sarcasm.
>Getting back at her you buck your hips, lifting her off the floor.
>"Are you trying to do something? I thought I felt you trying to go deeper." she says, with an evil smile.
>Tired of her trash talking, you put all of your concentration into fucking her.
>Grabbing her hips you thrust up into Gilda.
>Eventually, you feel a burning sensation in muscles you didn't know you had
>Looking at Gilda, you notice her biting her lip, attempting not to moan.
>Giving you a bump in stamina, you go back to concentrating on your thrusts.
>As soon as you do though, you hear Gilda begin chuckling, before breaking out into laughter.
>"Jesus Christ twerp, you really are gullible. Actually believing that I was enjoying myself. You should have seen the look on your face, priceless."
>While she continues to laugh, you snap.
>Without thinking, you put your hands around her neck and begin squeezing.
>With each thrust of your hips, you slightly increase the pressure on her throat.
>Looking at her, you notice her eyes rolling back into her head, and a wide smile on her face.

>Before long you begin to feel your climax building up.
>Unknowingly, as your orgasm begins becoming to much to hold back, your hands tighten around Gilda's throat even more.
>Giving her a few more thrusts, you push deep into her and release the built up pressure.
>As you cum inside her, you feel her tighten, as if she is milking you dry.
>When you finish, you realize you hands are still on her throat and quickly remove them.
>Pulling out of her, panic begins setting in when she doesn't move.
>Quickly, you put your head to her chest to listen for her heart.
>Still beating.
>She's alive just unconscious.
>Deciding it would be better to not be there when she wakes up, you make a move to your clothes.
>"Where do you think you're going twerp?" you hear from behind you.
>Too slow.
"Um, nowhere?" you say, somewhat unsure of what is about to happen.
>"That's what I thought. But you know what, you have balls."
"I-I'm sorry, what?"
>"Did I stutter? You've got balls to choke me. I like that." she says as she picks her clothes up.
"Oh, sorry about that. I don't know what came over me."
>"You should be Twerp. I actually really liked it, though so you're lucky." she says pulling her shirt on.
>Reaching for your pants, you feel something his your back.
>Looking around for the item, you see a small towel.
>"Clean yourself up, don't want stains on your shirt do you?"
>Nodding, you wipe yourself off, and give the towel back to her as you return to you pants.
>Just as you pull your pants back on, Principle Celestia comes back to make sure you two are gone.
>"Anonymous? Gilda? What are the two of you still doing here? Why is your shirt of Anonymous?" she says in a slightly angry tone.
"Well you see the thing is . . ." you start to say before Gilda cuts you off.
>"Anonymous wasn't quite getting the hang of things so I made him stay to help him. I guess we lost track of time."
>Principle Celestia looks at the two of you suspiciously.
>"And the shirt?" she says eyeing you.

>"Anonymous was hot and sweating, so I told him to take it off."
>She looks between the two of you, before giving up.
>After a lecture about being in the school after hours, she sends the two of you home.
>Walking out of the gym, you breath a sigh of relief.
"Thanks for that. I thought we were done for sure."
>"Nah, I had actually expected her to come back sooner. I had a bunch of excuses ready."
>As the two of you leave the school, you pull out your phone.
>"What do you think you're doing?" she says grabbing your phone.
"I was going to . . . call for my ride."
>"No you're not, I'm bringing you home."
"O-okay, where is your car?" you say looking around the parking lot.
>"Ha, car. You are funny Twerp." she says as she walks over to the motorcycle on the far side of the parking lot.
>You follow behind her, before looking at the bike.
"Um, Gilda, there isn't a back rest for me to lean back on." you say, confused about how this will work.
"You've never rode on a bike have you? You hold on to my waist." she says tossing you a spare helemet.
>As you ride with Gilda and hold on to her hips, you can feel her muscular stomach.
>Before long, the two of you pull up to your house.
>"Here's your stop twerp. Don't you dare think about skipping out on the club tomorrow."
"Thanks, and don't worry, I'll be there." you say, giving her the helmet you borrowed.
>Waving as you walk away, Gilda stops you.
>"Jeeze, not gonna give your girlfriend a kiss?"
>Girlfriend? You don't remember agreeing to that.
"W-we're dating now?"
>"You really aren't the brightest are you? I'm keeping you around whether you like this or not." she says with a smirk
"Wait, what?
>"Exactly what I said. I am keeping you around, as my boyfriend. My fuck-toy. If you don't please me, I'll be sure to make your life a living hell."
>You look at her, confused, but for some reason turned on.
"Do I not have a choice in the matter at all?"
>"No, no you don't. You don't like it? Too bad."

>You give a sigh of defeat before giving in, for now.
"Fine, but can you at least tone down the bitchiness?"
>"Ha! There's the bark I like. Oh. and be sure to bring lunch for two tomorrow. I'm going to be hungry."
>With that, she pulls you to her, giving you a kiss goodbye.
>When she brakes the kiss, she pushes you back and laughs as she drives off leaving you standing there confused.
>As she leaves your sight, you shake off the confusion and walk to your house.
>Entering your home, you creep your way up to your room, strip off and head into the shower to clean off.
>After the shower, you return to your room to see your phone blinking, alerting you to a message.
>Checking it reveals a text from an unknown number.
>"Hey there Twerp, it's Gilda. Don't think I didn't see that hard on before I left. Decided I would be nice to your perverted ass."
"Wait, nice? What does she mean?" you say to yourself.
>Looking at the conversation once again, you notice a picture was sent with it, ready to download.
>Downloading the picture reveals a topless Gilda flipping you off.
>Underneath the picture is a caption.
>"Goodnight, you perverted bitch."
>Tossing the phone on your bed you ignore it and head to sleep.
>After an hour or so of tossing and turning, you look at you phone once again.
>Picking it up, you flip to the picture of Gilda.
>After a while you decide to masturbate to see if you can sleep.
>Using the picture she sent you, you finish quickly, before slowly falling asleep.
>Before you fall asleep however, you think to yourself that this featherweight girl with a superiority complex, may not be so bad after all.