(bimbo?)Twilight Thing

prompt:OH NOEY! Amidst all the supernatural stuff going on Twilight completely forgot to study for her biology test next week! How are you going to help her out of this pickle?

>"Oh noooo Anon I forgot to study! I suuurrree do hope you know how chain reactions work in the human body!"
"Well of course I know that you dipshit."
>"W-What..."
"They always begin with a catalyst first, usually an enzyme unless you've been taking dietary supplements..."
>"Anon I-"
"LET ME FINISH ASS FACE." you screech as you push your glasses back up
>Twilight shrinks in place a bit and fiddles with her pig-tails
>"I was hoping we could focus more on the actual reactions themselves..." she says getting closer to you.
"I wasn't done explaining. Do you even listen to what the fuck I'm saying you tard? The most common enzyme in our bodies, yes even your dimwitted, brainless one, is in fact Cytochrom P450, which is the reason your liver has such detoxifying properies. The chemicals usually absorded are alchohol and other drugs with similar properties such as Iuprofen."
>"But Anon -"
"Look I know you won't pass without me nitwit. It's okay. As the smartest guy in the school I'll gladly help you." you say accenting yourself with another push to your solid metal frammed glasses.
>"C-Can we study at your house instead?"
"My house? You're coming over to admire the work of a genius I see! Magnificent. Come, come, do come."
>You walk out of school with Twilight trailing behind quickly and you get in your car.
>It's of course the safest and most fuel economic car available to mankind.
>The DRP400.
>Of course your parents bought it for you as a result of your astounding grades this semester.
>As Twilight gets inside she can't help but seem to be so exuberant she can't help but 'ooh' and 'ahh' at the extra 'bells and whistles' in your car.
>"Gee...your car sure has some comfy seats. Maybe I could take a little nap.." she says before lying her head down on your thigh as you start the engine
"Get the hell off of me and put your seatbelt on dummy."
>She looks taken aback by what you've said but nonetheless puts on her seatbelt.
"Oh and try not to get any of your skin or greases on anything, I really like my car neat."
>She nods and stares out the window on the way to your house, which isn't that far from the school itself.
>You pull into the driveway and get out as you usually would, but Twi-notsobright hasn't gotten out of the car yet.
>You raise a brow her way and push your glasses up again.
"Why are you still in the car idiot?"
>"Ooooh..." she puts the back of her hand to her forehead.
>Oh for fucks sake.
>"I feel faint Anon. Could you maybe...carry me?"
>You sigh and fling her door open and lift her with ease, shutting it with your foot.
"When I get inside I'll give you something sugary sweet, maybe that'll get rid of your fatigue. Or maybe it won't..."
>She locks her arms around your neck as you walk with her to the door.
>"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means your'e an airhead is what it means."
>She pouts a little as you fiddle with your keys in your pocket while still making sure you have her suspended by the posterior, ensuing she won't fall.
>"Wow...Anon you really do wanna study chemistry with me!"
"Uhh yeah that's what we're here for. Thanks for the reminder captain obvious."
>You eventually get the door open and of course your all white living room makes it difficult to percieve what's furniture and what's not, but you remembered the exact layout, and plop Twi-luddite down on the couch.
>"O-On the couch? B-But it's so clean..."
"Well I'm not studying in the kitchen."
>Twilight shifts around a bit in place and looks about before raising her skirt hem a little.
>"I-I'm so nervous about this Anon...do you really think-"
>You can't hear her anymore as you've already gone into the library to get the textbooks required to study, but she seems to keep going on about this and that while you're gone.
>"-in so many different positions, and I'm not even sure about half of them..."
"Come again?"
>"I-I'm ready Anon!" she says lying on her back on the couch, legs sprawled about, like the lazy loafer she is.
>You toss a book on her stomach and she grunts in response and pouts again when she sees you sit down with a book in hand.
"What? You thought I'd let you lie on my couch that way? This thing gets dirty enough as it is without class 10 air purification filters you disgusting pig."
>Her eyes wander to the textbook you've thrown and she opens it daintily.
>"W-What page are we looking at...page erm...sixty-nine?"
"Yes actually. But this isn't the schools text-books, I ordered these myself the other day."
>Her smile returns as she scoots next to you and presses her shoulder against yours, which of course you try to deflect by pushing your shoulder back against hers, which just ends up with her lying her head on your shoulder.
>"So...where do we begin...at the bottom?"
"No you moron. Read from top to bottom."
>"O-Oh.."
>You skim the page and find a place and mark it with your index finger where to begin reading.
"The beginnings of enzymes in our bodies as they are begin where-"
>You're interrupted when she begins trailing down to your stomach and coming to rest on your abdomen.
"THAT'S RIGHT! YOUR LIVER! CTP- FOUR FIFTY IS IN YOUR LIVER! YOU CAN ACTUALLY REMEMBER THINGS FROM THAT LONG AGO?"
>She frowns and withdraws her hand and stretches out over your couch again.
>Man your parents are going to fucking kill you.
>"Oh no..it appears I've lost a button...maybe if I look over the sides of the couch I can find it..." she says as she bends over the sides, skimpy dress barely covering her glutes.
>You sigh and pull her skirt down some covering her bum and she shudders at your touch.
>"Oooooh so direct~"
>She wiggles her rump, pulling the skirt down some more, knowing that she is a bit more than exposed to the world currently.
>"W-What are you going to do next Anon?"
>You ponder the thought for a moment then you have a lightbulb moment.
"I'm gonna-"
>"Oh yes pleaaaasse tell me what you're going to do~"
"I was going to before you cut me off dumbass. But I'm going to get you some pants, and a less revealing shirt. You look like a harlot."
>In a flash and a few skips of a rock she's got a pair of your pants on and one of your shirts too, but the shirt is a bit big so it looks as if she's wearing a robe.
>You had to give her your unwashed clothes due to lack of clean ones at the moment, which may be a big problem for her seeing as she's sniffing the fuck out of the shirt.
>"It smells just like you Anon..."
"My apologies...it's all I really have to offer for you to wear..."
>"Oh nononono it's ok I swear!"
>You sigh disgruntled and get back to studying.
>And of course Twilight being the strange creature she is gets into much more mishaps, such as spilling your perfect infusion of all the required brain stimulants, glucose included, all over the fresh clothing you just gave her.
>You did of course help her clean up, just by dabbing some napkins against the areas in question, mainly near her chest and thighs.
>Eventually however the time for her to leave closes in fast and she pouts like a baby without a mother.
>"I-I don't really wanna go...We just got to the good part..."
"Well there's always tomorrow right?"
>"But I want it today!"
>You sigh and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Look. I know you want to learn this by Thursday, but we have until Tuesday to get your grades in shape! So just go home, get in the shower and relax."
>She sighs discontentedly and stands up, taking off the clothes you gave her.
>"You're such a tease Anon...I'll be back for some loving tomrrow though. Ok?"
>Some...loving...?
>...
>The thought hits you like a truck making a grade A collision with an immovable object and you understand now.
>She wasn't trying to study WITH you, she was trying to study YOU.
>"I'll take my leave now Anon. See you later."
>Before you say another single word to her she's already gone, and the next day she doesn't come over.
>...nor the day after that.
>She doesn't even come to your school anymore.
>And to think you could have actually had intercourse with a pretty cute girl.
>But you were too blind to see she was interested.
>Fuck.