DCFTEF - Rarity's Tutor

>You go to Canterlot High.
>After school you work at a gas station.
>It's good work for a High Schooler.
>Better than minimum wage...plus tips.
>The owner is cool.
>Middle aged guy, used to play pro football.
>He was never a superstar.
>But he made enough to buy his station.

>There's always a few old timers hanging out at the station.
>They talk, argue & sip whiskey all day long until closing time.
>When the owner is not busy he sits with them too.
>Today they're arguing about history. You keep washing the store windows.
>The boss calls you over.
"Hey kid! Come on over here a second!"
>You put down your squeegee & walk over.
"You got one of those fancy internet phones? Settle a bet for us."
>You raise your eyebrows.
"We're not supposed to use our phones near the pumps, boss."
>He waves off your concerns.
"That's a bunch of nonsense. Don't you watch Mythbusters?"
"We only keep those signs up so customers don't overflow their tanks while they talk on the phone."
>Okay.
"Listen, kid, we're talking about Vietnam..., there was a war there before you were born."
>No shit, sherlock. He doesn't know what a history buff you are.
"The French were there before us Americans. We can't agree on when they left."
>You laugh.
"I don't need to look that up, boss. 1954; after the Battle at Dien Bien Phu."
>The old timers look amazed.
>A kid who actually knows history?
"You sure?"
>You nod.
"Of course. I can look it up if you don't believe me."
>The old timers are impressed.

>Later on the boss approaches you.
"Eh, you're pretty good at history, aren't you."
>You shrug your shoulders.
"Yeah, I'm kind of a history buff."
>He scratches his chin.
"Listen, I have an idea. I've got a daughter about your age. Only concerned with fashion & clothes. She's failing History class."
"If you could tutor her I'd pay you your full gas station wage. Plus overtime if it puts you over 40 hours a week."
>That's a good deal. You agree.
"Great. You can come tomorrow & start tutoring Rarity."

>You show up at your bosses house the next day.
>Nice place. Gas station must be doing well.
>Greeted at the door by his wife.
>Women with big, fat asses should not wear white pants.
>They have a younger daughter too.
>She's playing video games in the living room with her two friends.
>The boss comes in from the backyard, where he was mowing his lawn.
"Good to see you kid. RARITY! The history tutor is here!"
>The purple haired teenager stomps to the top of the stairs.
"Father! I told you I DON'T need a tutor!"
>He exchanges an annoyed glance with his wife.
>She goes up the stairs.
>Mother & daughter retreat to her bedroom with the door closed.
>You hear muffled yelling.
>Can't quite make out what they're saying.
>But it sounds like mom won the argument.
>She comes downstairs smiling like nothing happened.
"She's waiting for you upstairs. Second door on the left."
>Her father adds;
"If she gives you any lip just come down here and have a glass of lemonade. We'll straighten her out."

>It's easy to tell which door is Rarity's and which is her younger sister's room.
>One door is covered in stickers and photos of her friends.
>One just has a tasteful wreath of wild flowers hanging from it.
>You knock on that one.
"Ugh...come in, if you must!"
>Rarity's room is in perfect order, not a thing out of place.
>Except for one corner.
>There's a sewing machine & a chaotic mess of cloth & loose ribbon.
>She's sitting on her bed, looking annoyed.
>She's wearing a tight cashmere top and purple miniskirt.
>You can almost see her panties, but she crosses her legs.
>Zero fucks are given. That's not what you're getting paid for.
"So you're the tutor. Figures that Father would choose the pump jockey from his own gas station."
>Stay calm. She's just trying to annoy to to gain the upper hand.
"So how much is he paying you?"
>You shake your head.
"That's my business. Do you have your History textbook?"
>She points at her armoire.
"Well get it. We're wasting time."

>A hour passes.
>This is much harder than pumping gas.
>Rarity whines & complains and does anything to avoid studying.
>You are getting annoyed.
>Close to going downstairs & sending her parents up to "straighten her out".
>But you keep trying.
"Rarity, will you quit being such a pain in the ass? If you'd concentrate half as hard on History as you are on whining we'd be done with this chapter already!"
>She tosses herself back on the bed.
"Oh but it's sooooooo booooorrring!"
"Why should I even care about History if I'm going to become a fashion designer?"
>That pisses you off a little.
>Everyone should care about history.
>But you give the simple answer.
"Because it's on the test and if you fail you're going to summer school."
>She groans.
"Anon, maybe we're going about this the wrong way."
"Perhaps we could find a way for you to give me the answers during the exam?"
>Now she wants you to help her cheat?
>That's the last straw.
"Alright, you're not gonna take this seriously. I'm getting your Dad."
>You get up to leave.
>She jumps up from her bed. You catch your first glimpse of lavender panties.
>Rarity rushes to the door and blocks it.
"N-no...Anon...I was only kidding. Please don't tell Father what I said!"
>You scowl.
"Are you gonna take this seriously?"
>She nods and gives a big fake smile.
>You are not convinced.
>Maybe it is time for that lemonade.
"But Anon...I'm just so bored with this. Maybe if you gave me a reward?"
>Jeeze, what is she, 6 years old?
"What do you want, a cookie?"
>Rarity shakes her head.
"Ugh, too fattening. But maybe you'd like to taste my cookie?"

>Shit just got real.
>She locks the bedroom door and runs her finger down her chest.
>Past her waist to her crotch.
"If I get an answer right you do something to make me feel good."
>Awwwww shiiiit. Nice.
>Gotta play it cool though.
"I don't know. You'll have to be punished for giving a wrong answer though."
>She smiles.
"That's only fair, Anon."

>Rarity bends over her bed with her cute ass facing you.
>Her history textbook in front of her.
"Alright, 20th Century History. Are you ready?"
>She looks back and smiles.
>You start off with an easy one;
"In what year was the stock market crash that triggered the Great Depression?"
>Rarity quickly rifles thru the pages of her textbook.
"1929, Anon!"
>Correct. You reward her by lifting up her skirt & kneading her ass cheeks thru her lavender panties.
>She whimpers with delight.
"Next; who was President during the Cuban Misslie Crisis?"
>Rarity finds the answer quickly.
"John F. Kennedy."
>Good girl. You slip your fingers into her waist band & lower her panties.
>You take a pump of her expensive scented hand crème, using it as lube to massage the rim of her butthole.
"And who was the Soviet Primer at that same time?"
>She's so focused on her own pleasure that she guesses;
"Ummm, Stalin?"
>You take the pleasuring finger away from her anus.
"No, that's wrong, you'll have to be punished."
>On her dresser is a big wooden hairbrush.
>You pick it up and give her a sharp spank across both butt cheeks.
"Oww! Oh, no...Anon, please don't use that! It's what Mother really uses to punish me when I've done something bad!"
>Request denied.
"No, I kinda like this Rarity. If you don't want to feel it on your butt you need to get the answers right. No more guessing, look them up."
"Besides, if you fail your History exam I guarantee your Mother is going to be using this hairbrush on you...so it's a good reminder of that."
>She gives a pathetic whine but accepts your lawful authority.
"Good. Now who was the Soviet Primer during the Cuban Missile Crisis?"
>This time she actually looks it up.
>Taking her time to get it right.
"Nikita Khrushchev."
>She got it right, so she is rewarded with the return of your finger on her asshole.
>Rarity groans with delight as you circle her puckered little ring.

>The study session goes on.
>For each right answer you reward her with a new level of delight.
>Soon you're knuckle deep in her anus and stroking her soft slit.
>For each wrong answer she gets a spank with the hairbrush.
>Not a little love-tap either...you leave a bright pink mark every time.
>Soon Rarity is getting more right answers than wrong ones.
>She wants to please her tutor.
"Who was the only US President to serve 4 terms?"
>You apply a little more pressure to her little bikini-waxed pussy so she knows what the reward for success will be."
"Oooohhh...Roosevelt."
>You decide to tease her a bit.
>You gently press the painful hairbrush paddle against her fanny.
"Which Roosevelt?"
>You feel wicked for denying her the pleasure she expected for a correct answer.
>But you're here to study.
"Franklin Roosevelt!"
>You put down the hairbrush. Your fingers slide into her pussy and stroke the warm inner lips.
>She's so wet they slide back and forth with almost no resistance.
"Okay, what was the rural French Resistance fighters called in World War II?"
>You get the impression Rarity is really learning.
"The Maquis? Is that right?"
>You answer her by reaching forward and gently flicking her clitoris.
>Oh, wow...that pushed her buttons.
>She's shaking all over, panting & twitching at your every touch.
>Vaginal juices flow freely, running down your wrist and onto the bed-spread.
"Ask me more Anon! Ask me more!"
>Okay. It's hard to concentrate with her warm, smooth thighs crushing your hand.
>Her tight anus pulses against your other finger.
"Which did the Japanese forces attack first? Pearl Harbor or Singapore?"
>Rarity wants nothing more than to just moan in pleasure and enjoy your intense finger-banging, but if she wants more you make her earn it.
>She searches through the book feverishly but chances a guess;
"Singapore?"
>Nope, sorry.
>You pull your hand from her pussy and give her rump a hard smack with the brush.
"Oww!"
>She protests the answer.
"How do you know? You're not even looking at the book!"
>Hmm, challenging her tutor, that calls for extra punishment.
"Because I know History. Now look it up. If I'm wrong you can punish me."
>Determined to prove you wrong, Rarity searches her textbook for the answer.
>But you're right.
"I'm sorry Anon...Pearl Harbor; December 1941...Singapore; February 1942."
>She cringes. You give her three painful spanks for her insolence.
>She buries her face in a pillow and cries as you administer her well deserved punishment.

"Alright, let's get back on track. What were the Nazi defenses against an Allied sea invasion called?"
>This time Rarity patiently looks up the answer.
>She doesn't want to risk any more smacks.
>You hope she gets it right too.
>You've taken your left index finger out of her butthole,
>After collecting some of her juice for lube you are whacking off furiously.
"It was called The Atlantic Wall."
>But she does not earn your fingers back in her pussy.
>This time she gets a special reward.
>You bring your face down between her thighs.
>Your warm, slick tongue probes her little candy vag.
>Rarity is in ecstasy...she moans into her pillow.
>You surface long enough to ask one final question;
"Who was the Supreme Commander of Nazi forces in Western Europe during the Allied invasion?"
>Rarity is desperate for you to finish her.
>But you are a strict tutor.
>She must find the answer.
>At least she shouts it out;
"Gerd von Rundstedt! GERD von RUNDSTEDT! GERD VON RUNDSTEDT!!!"
>You slay her vagina with your tongue, bringing the teenager to epic climax.
>She washes your face in her warm, slick juices.
>That's all it takes for you.
>You blow your load, spitting your Anon juice all over her bed ruffle and a porcelain doll that's probably very precious to her.
>Both of you collapse in exhaustion, panting in delight.
>You climb up on her bed.
>She kisses your cheek and holds your hand.
"That was the best study session ever."

>Only then do you notice footsteps on the stairs.
"Oh shit, Mom!"
>Luckily neither of you are very undressed.
>You push your cock back into your pants and zip your fly.
>Rarity flips over, sits on her bed and straightens her skirt.
>You return to your chair just in time.
"Rarity honey, why is this door locked?"
>Blushing, she rushes over and unlocks her bedroom door.
"Sorry Mother, I just didn't want Sweetie Belle & her friends coming in and bothering us while we...studied."

>Luckily, Rarity's mother remains clueless.
"Well it sounds like you two were getting some serious studying done! Anon, would you like to stay for dinner?"
>She still hasn't noticed both of your flushed faces,
>the huge wet spot on her daughter's bedspread,
>the semen covered doll on the floor,
>or Rarity's panties hanging from the back of your chair.
"Oh...um...yes ma'am that sounds nice. Thank you."
>She nods happily.
"Okay you kids. Dinner will be on the table in 10 minutes, better wrap up what you're doing."
>She leaves.
>You and Rarity can't stop giggling for a solid 5 minutes.

>You sit down to a classy dinner in the elegant dining room.
>Sweetie Belle's friends have stayed for dinner too.
>They snicker and whisper to each other.
>You fear they may have heard something.
>You hear the orange one giggle "Gerd von Rundstedt" under her breath.
>But Rarity silences them with a kick under the table.
>She gives them the icy look of death.
>That "open your mouth and I will destroy you" look only a big sister can give.
>They behave themselves for the rest of the meal.

"So how did the studying go?"
>Rarity answers;
"Oh very well Father, Anon is a wonderful tutor. I'm afraid he's demonstrated to me how far behind I really am. We'll have to put in a lot more study sessions if I'm to turn my grade around...perhaps even a few sessions over the summer so I don't forget what I've learned before next school year."
>He seems pleased, but thankfully oblivious.
"Well, I knew I was making a good bet with you, kid. You spend as much time whipping our little girl into shape...just put down the hours you spend on your time card for the gas station."
>Oh yeah, you almost forgot.
>You're getting PAID FOR THIS.

>You fucking love History.

THE END