Assistant Teacher

>"Anonymous, the jury finds you guilty of being a doodie head toward Miss Cheerilee."
>You look over at the jury of fillies trying not to laugh.
"This can't be legal!"
>"Nothing's more honest than the words of young ones, Anonymous. You have two choices now. You can go to prison for a year, or serve community service for a day."
>You're a bit taken back by the stupidity of what Princess Celestia just said.
"I choose community service."
>She smiles.
>"Your community service is tomorrow at the school house. You shall be Miss Cheerilee's assistant in teaching."
"WHAT?!"

>You stand next to Cheerilee as she teaches the kids that got you into this fucked up situation.
>"Anonymous, could I please have the chalk?"
"You've got hooves don't you?"
>She raises an eyebrow at you.
>"Community service."
"Ugh..."
>You grab the chalk that was no more than two feet away from her and hand it to her.
>She grabs it with her mouth and throws it across the floor in front of her.
>"Oh, my mistake. I seem to have dropped it."
>She gives you a shit eating grin.
"Like shit you dropped it! You tossed it!"
>She gives you a glare.
>You relax a little.
>She smiles.
>"Could you please get that for me?"
>With a groan, you walk over and bend down to pick it up.
>You feel a snout come in very close to your crotch and inhale deeply.
>Jesus Christ, she's insane.
>That's the reason you were taken to court.
>Not because you harassed her as Princess Celestia has been led to believe.
>Not because you were a doodie head.
>It's because this bitch is crazy, but no one believes your side of the story.
>You stand up and turn to her.
>She wears a goofy smile on her face having just smelled your rear.
>You hand her the chalk again, but this time she takes it in her hoof and smiles at you while blushing slightly.
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>"Thank you. You can be seated now."
>She points to the tiny chair next to her desk.
"You're kidding, right?"
>She shakes her head.
"Why can't I sit at that chair?"
>You point to the one that's actually reasonably sized.
>"Because that's your chair. I'm sorry Anonymous, do you have a problem with your chair? I could call the Princess..."
>Sit on the chair and glare at her.
>"Great!"
>She turns around, lifting her tail so that you can see everything she has to offer.
>She wiggles her ass a bit as she teaches the fillies about the many shapes there are in the world.
"This is wrong on so many levels..."
>She turns to you.
>"What is? My shapes?"
"No—"
>"Then stand up and show the class the correct way to draw shapes."
"Uhhh... Okay."
>You stand and take the chalk from Cheerilee.
>"First draw a circle."
>You draw a crude circle on the board with the chalk.
>"Now draw another circle right next to that one.
>Doing as she says, you draw another circle to the right of the first one.
>Cheerilee rubs her body up against yours as she speaks.
>"Now draw an oval between them."
>You look down at her and lower your voice.
"I'm not drawing a dick, Cheerilee. There are children here."
>"Oh, okay. I guess I'll just tell Princess Celestia that—"
>Before she can finish, you draw the oval between them.
>She bites her lip and inhales sharply.
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"You're fucking crazy..."
>She ignores you and turns to the fillies.
>"Now class, what can you tell me about these three shapes?"
>She can't be serious.
>Diamond Tiara and Snips raise their hooves.
>"Yes Snips?"
>"It's an upside down face!"
>You look at it again and smile.
>These young ones are so innocent...
>"Good guess! Diamond Tiara?"
>"It looks like a penis!"
>You close your eyes and sigh.
>Cheerilee beams at the young one.
>"Correct! And do you know what we do with the penis?"
>Diamond Tiara is stumped.
>You glare at Cheerilee.
>She isn't actually going to do this, is she?
>She turns to you.
>"Well, why don't we have Anon help us out?"
>She reaches for your pants with a hoof.

>"Anonymous, the jury finds you guilty of assault and having stinky gross poopy breath."
>You leer at the fillies in the jury failing to stifle their giggles.
>"You can either stay on house arrest for seven years or spend one year in prison."
>Uh uh.
>She's not getting you again with that bullshit.
"I choose house arrest."

>Now at home on the couch.
>Princess Shitlestia said you can't leave your house for anything that's not an emergency.
>She also said that a care taker would be designated for you to do shopping and other things that you need.
>If anything, that sounds like a good thing.
>You get to spend all your time indoors, someone does everything for you, and you don't have to worry about Cheerilee for seven years.
>The doorbell rings and you call to the door.
"Come in!"
>It opens.
>Cheerilee's voice is heard, "Why hello Anonymous! I'll be your care taker!"
>Turn and stare blankly at her as she stands in the doorway with a maid outfit on.
>Fucking Celestia.