The Clop Werk Files: Sweetie's Homework

Annnd I'm back, kind of. Here's a little something nice.
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>"Anonymous, I swear, you're ruining your clothes on purpose just to see me personally."
>You rub the back of your neck, holding out your sports jacket that's riddled with holes.
>Rarity shakes her head in disapproval, grabbing the coat with her magic and groaning in frustration.
>"So, what happened -this- time?" She asks in an unamused tone.
"I was climbing a tree to save Opal, today."
>She gives you a stern glare.
>"That was your excuse, yesterday. Opal hasn't been outside at all today."
"Oh..."
>She blows through her nose, clearly not in the mood for you horrid lying.
>"I'll give you one more chance to come clean. What -really- happened?"
>Her glaring intensifies.
>You cut your eyes left and right trying to avoid the gaze.
"I-I-I umm..."
>THINK ANON! JUST SAY SOMETHING!
"I needed a reason to see you so I can ask you out!"
>Her glare softens, her  cheeks showing a slight pink.
>YOU IDIOT! Anything but that!
>"Oh... Anonymous," she starts, putting a hoof on her chest. "I'm flattered!"
>FUCK, you're ruining everything!
>"But I'm afraid that we have little to nothing in common for a nice evening out."
>Wait... YES!
>Just play it cool Anon, you've shaken off most of the suspicion, be cool, be dramatic.
>You make a depressed sigh, your shoulders and back hunch over.
"Ow, I... welp, I look like an idiot."
>She covers a hoof, giggling to herself.
>"Oh don't be so hard on yourself, I find it adorable that you would purposely ruin your favorite jacket just so you can see me."
"Heh heh, right? Here I was trying to be clever yet you saw right through it."
>"I'm not as dumb as I look, dear."
>You stoop to her level and pinch her chin softly.
"I never said you looked dumb, beautiful."
>Her cheeks are turning red now, you're almost there Anon.
>She gently pushes you hand away.
>"Oh stop it you, always trying to flatter a mare, my word, somep0ny needs to hurry up and rut you."
>You blink a few times in disbelief.
"Wow, get blunt with it why don't ya?"


>"Don't get me wrong, any mare would go for you," she says with a smile, trying to restore the hope.
>You frown.
"Except you."
>"I'm not just 'any mare', darling."
>You stifle a chuckle.
"Well, you have a point there."
>She giggles once again, "alright, I'll fix your jacket. But you know what you must do in return."
>You straighten back up and smirk.
"Lemme guess, help Sweetie with her homework?" You ask, sounding annoyed.
>Rarity nods, "she says you're a wonderful teacher and actually learns from you, I swear, it's -you- who should be teaching at that school."
>Oh, you wish with all your heart.
"Bah, now you're just pulling my leg."
>"Ha! Hardly," she replies. "It's the truth."
"Can't argue with the truth."
>She turns around ready to trot to her sewing room.
>"Now, I'd love to keep chatting with you, Anonymous, but I have work that needs to be done. You know where her room is."
>You nod, you're pretty much power walk toward the stairwell.
"Thanks again for fixing the coat."
>"It's what I do, no big deal, really."
>You didn't bother saying anything else.
>The reason why you've been tearing your clothes to near shreads is to see Sweetie Belle, your "Special" student.
>Out of pure coincidence one day, you needed to get some patches on your jeans. Sweetie was in the kitchen doing her homework and completely stomped.
>While Rarity was patching up your jeans, you walked over and helped Sweetie Belle with a few math problems, thankfully Twilight is the reason why the material was fresh in your mind.
>Rarity walked into the kitchen while you was playing "tutor" and saw the chemistry between you two.
>Instead of charging you an arm and a leg, she decided that you simply help Sweetie Belle with whatever homework she has.
>It might not seem like much of a price, but you've picked up on the fact that Rarity doesn't like being annoyed by pesky little tasks like "your little sister's homework".


>At first, you didn't mind, down right loved it in fact, for about two months this went on. You'd need your clothes repaired and Rarity needed someone to keep Sweetie's nagging at bay.
>But as time progressed, Sweetie started looking good to you, she's pretty damn cute, but when she unknowingly did sexy things, boners were popping up everywhere.
>At first, it was she would lean against you when she got frustrated with a question she didn't get while sitting on your lap, then a little flank wiggle when she got an answered right.
>Tease.
>Then her famous victory dance, when she would step down from your lap show off what her momma gave her and a nice little tail lift at the end.
>Nowadays, you'll find just about any reason to ruin your clothes. Sadly, you can't just offer your help, it may seem a bit weird to Rarity.
>Today, you're feeling good, after all the time you spent with Sweetie Belle, she's clueless as to what you're really doing, and you made her promise that it'll stay between you two.
>You knock on Sweetie's door, a smile on your face and your erection is at half mass.
>"Coming!" Sweetie shouts, you can hear her hooves rushing to the door.
>Opens it and gasps in excitement to see you standing before her.
>"Anon! Thank goodness you're here!"
>You keep a chuckle to yourself.
"Having a tough time with homework?"
>She beams at you while shaking her head "no."
>"Nope, but could you check to see if my work is right? It's long division."
>You shrug and walk into the room and mindful to close the door behind you... and lock it.
>Have a seat at her desk with her homework, her writing is clean, barely any signs of any use for an eraser.
>You pick up the homework sheet and start scanning. Sweetie was quick to jump your lap and review her own work with you.
>She leans her head back against your chest and looks up at you.
>Facing downward and careful not to get your eyes put out from her horn, you raise an eyebrow.


>She was frowning for some reason.
>"No Learning Chair today?" She asks, her frown growing her begging eyes engaged.
>Ah yes, the 'Learning Chair', long story short, it's just you without your pants on, she loves bouncing when she learns.
>You convinced the hard thing rubbing against her is just a secret new 'teacher's tool' to let the students know they're learning, the harder it gets, the more the student is learning.
>Yeah, you're so going to Hell.
>But for Sweetie Belle's errythang?
>Worth it.
>You laugh her question off.
"Oh alright."
>She squees and steps down from the chair. You unbuckle belt and undo your pants button and pull them down to your ankle.
>Sweetie fills your lap with her flank, wiggling to get comfortable. Instantly your boner is hard as diamonds and rubbing her flank against it.
>You continue to review her work while she remains silent.
"Well, so far so good, Sweetie."
>"EEEP! YES!"
>She shakes her flank wildly and your right hand is slowly pulling down your boxers (Because Rarity doesn't believe boxers should have a front hole). Today is the day you get some sweet filly plot.
>Having your index finger hook the waist band, you tug and pull forward, while Sweetie thinks about her next few problems.
>"Did I get number eight right?" She asks.
>You eyes shift to the question on the work sheet and find that she in fact could not be more wrong.
>You bite your lip, finding that you'll have to be honest.
"I'm afraid not."
>"Ugggggh!" She yells, leaning back against your chest. "I'll never get this! Who made up long division anyway? They're pure evil."
>You chuckle in your throat, audibly shushing her. You remember when you were young and first introduced to long division.
>Out of the frustration, you planned an elaborate murder plot for your math teacher. Long Division, indeed is evil, but then you found out about calculus.
>Enough about that, back to your "special" student.


>How she hasn't caught on as to what you're really do with her is beyond you, but you see no point in stopping now.
"Hey, hey, don't beat yourself up about it, you've got most of the questions right so far. No one's perfect."
>Sweetie starts bouncing, each time her flank left your lap, you pulled your boxers down a little further.
>You rush them down to your knees by the time Sweetie finished her little bouncing celebration, after that, your right hand wonders back up to her midsection to pull her close.
>You keep scanning the page, but you noticed that there was something off. The one thing you know any teacher will bug you about at a moment's notice.
"Where's your work?"
>"Hm?" Sweetie asks, looking up at you again, her face painted in curiosity. "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, you know you must always show your work, otherwise, how would the teacher know you're not cheating? We've been through this, Sweetie."
>Her eyes brighten when what you said clicks into place. "Oh! I have it right here!"
>Using her magic, she grabs two notebooks pages and levitates them over to you.
>Observing the pages, you can tell she was having a hard time. The pages were full of eraser marks and cross outs.
>You look down at her, nodding in approval.
"Good girl."
>She giggles while clopping her front hooves together.
>"You're the best, Mr. Anon!"
>Your cheeks burn while your eyes look up.
"Oh stop it you."
>"No! Really! You're best the teacher," she says, rubbing her slit along your right thigh.
"Mmm, sweet Jesus."
>Unf, it's like she's doing it on purpose. Not that you mind.
>"Whatcha say Mr.Anon?"
>You recompose yourself before precum starts leaking.
"Ahem, nothing. Back to work."
>"Hehe, okay!"
>She pushes her filly flank backward.
>Out of instinct you thrust into the air, closing your eyes and visualizing sliding your erection into Sweetie.
>You feel a rush coming on while taking slow breathes.
>Sweetie looks up at your face.
>"You okay?"


>Your eyes shoot open, quickly you wipe your forehead with a hand.
"Yeah, sorry about that."
>Ugh, you're too much of a punk to just go for it. The consequences far out weigh your few moments of pleasure.
>"Hey, Anon, can we work on a different subject? I kinda want to work on Long Division last right now."
>You shrug, not really giving much thought, you just want to spend time with Sweetie Belle.
"Sure, what do you have in mind?"
>"Biology, something about reproduction and how it works."
>You shift your eyes downward to her.
"Aren't you a little too young to be learning that?"
>She gives you a 'are you serious?' look.
>"Aren't you a little too old to have your penis rubbing up against me?"
"..."
>Well, that ruined a lot of the fun in this.
>A smirk grows on her face, seems you're caught.
"Alright, when did you catch on?"
>She rolls her eyes to put emphasis on how obvious you were being.
>"Loooong time ago, I'm not stupid, Anon."
>You chuckle nervously.
"Yeah, I guess not," you say, before clearing your throat. "So, how much trouble am I in?"
>"Enough to get you sent to prison."
>Fuck. You should have just went for it.
>"But why would I tell? I'd lose you."
"Hold up, what? You aren't telling your sister?"
>She gets off your lap and trots over to her bed.
>Stepping up on it, she sways her rear back and forth, then looks back at you.
>"And lose the best school tutor? What kind of mare do you take me for?"
"You mean filly, you're not grown up yet."
>This is turning out to be better than expected.
>She rolls her eyes again then lifts her tail, show her glistening filly parts.
>"Our little secret, deal?"
>Another cute flank wiggle.
>You get out of your chair and walk to the foot of your bed.
"Sweetie, you got yourself a deal."


>Stepping onto to her bed, Sweetie turns around to face you and your wood.
>You stop just short of the bed, the filly's eyes locked onto what's between your legs, damn near drooling.
>Placing a soft hoof on the underside, she tilts it upward to her mouth.
>"Hope you don't mind, I've never done this before."
>You laugh in your throat.
"Sweetie Belle, there's a lot of things you've never done before."
>She shakes her head to dismiss the comment, then looks up at you with those sweet begging eyes.
>"Will you be my first?" She asks before giving your tip an innocent kiss.
>You're lost for words, but the word you're looking for is "Yes".
>Wrapping her lips around the head, she doesn't break eye contact from you.
>Slowly engulfing you into her warm, slick mouth, her tongue pushing your shaft upward to the roof on her mouth.
>Still lost for words, but you lean your head back, eyes closed as if you're trying to make sense of this bliss.
>"Hmm?" She asks with a mouthful, the vibration in her throat resonating with your lance and causing it to twitch from the pleasure.
>Your hands by instinct reach for her mane and grasps tightly.
>Then Sweetie kicks in the suction while she starts her bobbing motions.
"Hnnn~"
>Okay, who taught her how to do this?
>Popping your cock out of her mouth, she doesn't hesitate to lather up your prick with her saliva.
>You swear, from how thorough she was, it's like her tongue was worshipping every inch of your tool.
>"Anon?"
>You come out of your trance and focus on her to find her face down and her flank up.
>Tail lifted high for you to get a good look.
>Her rearing already backed up against you.
>You guide you pecker in her moist crevice only hear Sweetie gasp in a mixture of shock and pleasure.
>"Hooh goodness~"
>You slap her flank swiftly to keep her quiet.
"Keep it down, we don't want Rarity to know what we're really up to do we?"


>She shoots back a smirk and purposely pushes her rump against you.
>Eyes roll to the back of your head from heat.
>Her honey pot almost too tight as you thrust further.
>Then a minor obstacle gets in your way.
>That dreaded hymen, but to be fair, "popping fillies' cherries' is a highlight in today's filly fondling community.
"You sure about this?"
>Sweetie, biting her lip simply nods, her eyes closed as if bracing herself.
"Then you might want to bite the pillow."
>She complies and you're hoping she isn't a screamer, otherwise, you're fucked.
>And to be honest, she does have that 'screamer' vibe.
>Instincts take over again and you shove with more 'umph' in your force.
>Sweetie chomps down on the pillow, your fingers sinking into her rear for a better grasp.
>Turns out your were right, she is a screamer, but thank fuck that pillows are extra fluffy and comfortable.
>Muffled the scream like a charm.
>You keep pumping, slow at first so the de-flowered filly gets used to your cock.
>You should after all, Sweetie is your student, pacing is everything.
>She lifts her head from the pillow, and your eyes meet hers.
>You can tell that tears were threatening to flow, but seems she's managed.
>She gives you a nod, letting you know she's ready for more.
"Proud of you."
>You pick up the pace, finding yourself getting close from the friction and her tight walls closing in.
>A moan escapes her lips.
>Naturally, you two get into rhythm, the look on Sweetie's face while you rail her flairs up thoughts of gagging her with your cock.
>Her panting more noticeable, her indistinguishable mumbles and rosey cheeks alone is getting you closer to cumming.


>You feel yourself tensing up, surely enough you're about to blow any second.
>And from Sweetie's sudden rapid winking and clamping, you can guess she's getting close too.
>The room's air is getting thick, while Sweetie moans.
>With a final thrust, you feel your spunk shooting into her, coating her insides with pearly white dick snot.
>You exhale finally, you feel your back hunch a smidge, almost like the energy has dispersed in your being.
>Looking down at Sweetie, you nod with a pleased grin on your face.
>Her lust drunk gaze aimed right at you, a smile emerges on her face.
>"You... really are the best teacher."
>Oh.
>Shit.
>Right.
>Homework, long division, all that jazz.
>And you need to get cleaned up.
"So, about that long division..."


>Ten minutes later, you two are back at Sweetie's desk working on homework.
>The ceiling fan on full blast along with some air freshener that's been sprayed a few minutes ago.
>You freshened up a little bit yourself, thank God Sweetie's got her own bathroom.
>For the most part, all you did was straighten you up your hair, and washed yourself off.
>You can only hope Rarity won't question why you smell like Sweetie's favorite body wash.
>Welp, looks like you're going to have to avoid Rarity for the day.
>Your internal thoughts shatter from Sweetie squeeing in excitement.
>"FINALLY! DONE! Thanks for the help Mr. Anon."
"Oh it was nothing, just keep a close eye on those remainders."
>"Hehe, okay! So, what now?"
"I gotta go home."
>"Aww, but whyyyyuh?"
>Oh God not the pout.
>You pinch the bridge of your nose.
"Your homework is finished, meaning you don't need me for the moment."
>Picking her up, you set her down on the floor and stand up, heading for the door, Sweetie calls out to you before you turn the knob.
>"Hey, wait."
>You whip around back to her.
"Yeah?"
>She faces the ground, drawing a circle on the floor with a hoof with the cutest shy look she could muster.
>Holy shit, how are you alive?
>"When are we gonna do... y'know... 'it', again?"
>You crack a smile.
"The next time I get my clothes ruined."
>"Uuuugh, when will -that- happen? Why can't I come over your to make love with you?"
"One, patience and two be--"
>Hold up.
>Rewind.
>Back to the beginning of time.
>You lend an ear, not sure if you processed what she said correctly.
"Can you repeat that? The second question I mean."
>"Why can't I come over to your house to make love with you?"
>Oh shit.
"Firstly, 'make love' is a grown up term, don't use it until your grown and secondly, you can't because that'll raise some eyebrows."
>"Oh, okay."
>You face the door and open it.
>Start your stride, only to have Sweetie interrupt you again.
>"Hey, Mr. Anon?"
>You stop in your tracks again.


"Yes, Sweetie?" You ask, not even looking at her.
>"I love you."
>You half turn your face and flash a smile before heading off.
>You didn't bother waiting for Rarity to finish your sports coat, you sprinted home without looking back.
>Shut the door behind you, leaning your back against the front door, you stare aimlessly into your home.
>Get a shower started to wash off the ungodly smell of filly fondling.
>You stare down the drain while the warm water runs down your hair and back.
>You keep yourself propt up from having a hand on the shower wall in front of you.
>Shaking your head, all you can think is-
"Fuck."
>You didn't ask for these feels.
>Did you really just make a filly fall in love with you from fucking her?
>The gravity of the situation sets in.
>You just fucked Rarity's little sister and she's fallen for you.
>This needs to stay secret, otherwise you'll be in a world of hurt, booty wise.
>Course, if you just lied and said you love her too, there wouldn't be a problem and you can pretty much manipulate her into giving you plot when need be.
>What's the harm? You've already broken one taboo, what's a little emotion manipulating to you?
>Wow, you're going to be in the VCP (Very Condemned Person) section of Hell if you keep this up.
>Still, it's you and Sweetie's secret, you're probably over thinking this.
>With a relieving sigh, you turn off the water, dry off and get some sleep.
>You lie on your bed, not really able to fall asleep just yet.
>Instead, you lie on your back, hands behind your head and reminisce about the fling with you and Sweetie in her bedroom.
>A smile on your face and no worry in your thoughts, unlike about an hour ago.


>You really have nothing to sweat about, heck, you know what? You look forward to helping the filly with her homework again.
>You're getting a boner from your mind reminding you how shapely her little rear is.
>A knock at the door catches you off guard, you get out of bed and head for the door.
>Answer it and find Rarity floating your sports coat by her side, a dazzling smile on her face.
>Looks like you have an act to put on.
>You snap your fingers and point at the coat.
"Ah, I knew I was forgetting something!"
>Rarity shakes her head, giggling.
>"Oh you're just too much, dear. Here you go, no need to charge you, seeing as how you helped Sweetie with her homework."
>You take the coat from her magic grasp with gratitude and fold it over your arm.
"Well thank you, Rarity, I'll try not get it torn to shreds just to come see you."
>"Taking that as a compliment, but listen Anonymous..."
>Putting a hoof on your leg, she seems content.
>"Earlier when I was fixing your coat, I couldn't stop thinking you and your silly antics, how you and Sweetie get along famously, it was brought to my attention that you bring me comfort. And well..."
>Oh God no.
"Yeah?"
>She tilts her head, her smile growing wider.
>"Well, perhaps I was bit harsh and close minded about not considering you as a special somep0ny."
"Yeah?"
>"I'll get right to the point, how'd you like go out sometime? Just me and you."
>Before you could say no, you already blurted out the words to agree.
"Sure thing."
>Her eyes brighten, gasping enough air for the both of you.
>She places a hoof over her mouth to supress her squeeing.
>"Oh wonderful! I'll pick you up tomorrow at eight! How's that sound?"
>One word after the next, you keep digging into your grave.
"Perfect."
>Tragic. You can't deny her now, you were too caught up in hiding your true intentions.
>"Goodness this is turning out better than I thought! I'll see you tomorrow, handsome~"
"You bet."
>She turns around and trots away.
>You step inside, closing the door behind you.
>Leaning your back against the door, you look up to the ceiling, shaking your head.
"Fuck."