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| 1 | >It's quiet in Canterlot High. | |
| 2 | >What few students remain are outside, either waiting for their ride or simply hanging out with friends. | |
| 3 | >Inside the building, in a dark room in a less traveled area of the school, a few muffled sounds can be heard. | |
| 4 | >It's somewhat warmer and more humid inside the room. | |
| 5 | >If someone were to enter the room they would immediately note the stench lying heavy in the air. | |
| 6 | >A few muffled squeaks and moans can be heard coming from the corner of the room, themselves masked by the sounds of the constant back-forth movements of a desk. | |
| 7 | >You are Anonymous, and you do your best to quiet the young girl under you. | |
| 8 | >You cover her mouth the best you can with your hand then, gripping her with the other, continue thrusting into her. | |
| 9 | "Try to be quiet, love, we don't want our fun to be interrupted, do we?" | |
| 10 | >She doesn't respond, though you take it as a tacit agreement. | |
| 11 | >It was odd really, and a small part of you was still objecting to it right now. | |
| 12 | >They told you about it school, tried to drill it into your head. | |
| 13 | >And yet here you are, nailing Fluttershy. | |
| 14 | >One of your students. | |
| 15 | >You feel yourself getting close, and take that as your cue to go faster. | |
| 16 | >Taking your hand off Fluttershy's mouth, you grab her hips with both hands and begin to piston into her as fast as you can. | |
| 17 | >A heavy, wet slapping can be heard now, alongside Fluttershy's intensifying moans. | |
| 18 | >God, how can something so bad feel so good? | |
| 19 | >The feel of her tight, underage cunt struggling to contain your massive meat log was heavenly. | |
| 20 | >You feel it again, her inner muscles contracting in orgasm. | |
| 21 | >The third time since you started. | |
| 22 | >Before any sound has a chance to leave her lips, you've covered her mouth again, slowing your thrusts to let her ride it out. | |
| 23 | >Her body quakes with pleasure, sweat causing her hair to be matted. | |
| 24 | >It sticks to her back, where more sweat has collected, beading up on her smooth skin. | |
| 25 | >It drives you wild. | |
| 26 | >Before she has a chance to finish collecting herself, you roughly shove her face onto the desk. | |
| 27 | >You're so close now. | |
| 28 | >*slap slap slap* | |
| 29 | >Your thrusts are getting stronger, rougher. | |
| 30 | >But she likes it. | |
| 31 | >Her hands, which previously gripped the desk in front of her, now reach behind her and grab onto yours. | |
| 32 | >And that's it. | |
| 33 | >With one last, forceful thrust, you pull out and release your seed on her back, where it mixes with the sweat already present there. | |
| 34 | >The both of you stand there, panting after your exertion. | |
| 35 | >After a moment, you lean forward and kiss Fluttershy's cheek. | |
| 36 | >She gives you a tired, but content smile. | |
| 37 | >The two of you don your clothing, and before leaving, you address the girl one last time. | |
| 38 | "Alright Miss Shy, I'll take another look at your test scores. I might be able to find something else you can do for extra credit as well!" | |
| 39 | >"Thanks Mr. Anon! See you tomorrow!" | |
| 40 | >She smiles and waves before going on her way. | |
| 41 | >After she turns the corner, you sigh and rub your eyes. | |
| 42 | >Did you really just do that? | |
| 43 | >You hope it doesn't come back to bite you. |
