[Cheerilee][FR, Ecchi] The Numbers Game, Part Two (Second)

>You don't know how long it takes for you to get to the point where you can move again.
>Your mind is still going wild.
>Not to mention what's still going on down south.
>That Cheerilee can mix up some strong shit.
>You're still getting lingering pleasure signals from Commander Penis.
>Brain Corp. is buzzing.
>Unfortunately, pretty much everything has gone up in flames.
>The only thing they were able to salvage was that bit about getting Twilight to transfer you out of everything but math.
>You must've really hated spending time with these fillies.
>Especially that Diamond Tiara.
>Oh, guess they salvaged that piece too.
>You stand and pull up your boxers and jeans.
>Cheerilee wasn't even courteous enough to redress you.
>Though you guess that that probably would've just made you cum in your pants...
>On second thought, you guess she did you a favor.
>You get dressed and head to Twilight's.

>You bang on Twilight's treehouse.
>Well, not treehouse...
>Her tree... house?
>You get the idea.
Twilight! We need to talk!
>She opens the door and lets you inside.
Why the hay did you sign me up for a whole day of class?
>Twilight huffs. "You really didn't listen yesterday when I told you about the wonders of education, did you?"
Look, that's not the point. The point is that I only need to learn math, right?
>Twilight lifts a hoof to her chin. "Well, I guess that's true..."
>"But then you'll never learn the joys of taking psychology, astronomy, or chemistry..."
>Chemistry...
>At that word, your eyes widen to saucers.
>Back at Brain Corp. some pencil-pusher picks up a perplexing paper.
>"Boss, I found some file marked Argent or something..."
>The boss snatches it out of his hand and looks at it.
>"That says 'Urgent' you idiot! Quick, put it through to mouth!"
HolyShitTwillight,CheerileeDruggedMeAndRapedMeAndNowThere'sNoWayI'mGoingBackToClass.
>You shotgun the words out of your mouth and Twilight just stands in front of you, confused.
>"Uhh... Come again?"

>You take a breath and try again.
Cheerilee raped me.
>"Cheerilee? The teacher at school? Raped you?" She gives you a disbelieving stare.
Well, kinda... I guess she didn't even really... touch me... [mumble]
>"Speak up, Anon. This is a serious accusation."
>Your head's still a little fuzzy from the experience.
>You did go full retard, after all.
Well she... uhh... mixed something together... She mentioned chemistry.
>"Chemistry, huh?" she replies sarcastically.
Yes. She said it was an aphrodisiac and every time she said [my little-
>You feel the beginnings of a tingle in your jeans.
Umm... Never mind. The point is that every time she said a certain phrase, my dick went crazy.
>Twilight makes an 'Eww' face and retorts. "Anon, I won't stand for your vulgarity!"
>"And frankly I'm shocked that you'd go so far just to get out of going to class."
But I-

>"Look Anon, I'm fine with changing your schedule so that you only have to attend math,
>but there's no reason to say such things about a sweet mare like Cheerilee."
>You grit your teeth.
There's no way I'm taking another class with that crazy p0ny!
>"Anon! This has gone on long enough! If you don't learn to count, then I'm going to get all of P0nyville to shun you."
>"Remember when you first showed up here?" she taunts.
>Yes.
>Of course you do.
>You were the big ape wandering around P0nyville.
>A fucking freak show.
>A monster.
>It was miserable.
>But then the Mane Six, or rather, Turnip showed up and actually made the effort to get to know you.
>You can't imagine going back.
Fine.
>You answer dejectedly and sulk out of Twilight's house.

>Next day.
>It's time for math class.
>At the very least Cheerilee shouldn't try anything during class, right?
>Right?
>The clock strikes ball and you apprehensively open the door to the classroom.
>Cheerilee turns and gives you an innocent smile. "Welcome back, Mr. Anon."
>You give her a nervous smile and wave awkwardly.
Hiya... Teech...
>You take your midget-sized seat and crack open your book.
>It's very surreal to see Cheerilee acting so casual.
>It's like nothing ever happened.
>Everything is business as usual.
>You'd almost be willing to convince yourself that you dreamed it all, until...
>Cheerilee digs out a bowl full of sweets from behind her desk.
>Snips raises a hoof and asks, "What's the candy for, Ms. Cheerilee?"
>Cheerilee smiles. "I wanted to reward you all for doing so well in class lately."
>"I'm so proud of all my little p0nies. And..."
>She turns to look you dead in the eyes and smirks that same smirk.
>No.
>Nonononono.
>There's no way she'd do this to you in class...
>"[My little human.]"

>Jingle fucking jangle, bitch.
>Cheerilee uses Chemical Alarm Clock.
>It's super effective!
>Penis is awakened from its slumber.
>Your mouth drops open and you stare blankly at the teacher mare.
You're seriously going to do this? In front of all these fillies?
>"What do you mean, Mr. Anon? Of course I'm going to treat my little p0nies when they do well."
>She just grins at you and begins hoofing out the candy to the lined-up students.
>Her look says everything.
>She's in control and she knows it.
>This kinky mare is a total dom.
>"And of course I didn't forget you, [my little human.]"
>Tingle tingle.
>She digs out a lollipop that looks strangely like a mare vagina and tosses it to you.
>You guess they have p0ny versions of Spencer's gifts in Equestria too.
>This goddamn place.
>But now's not the time for that.
>Your bulge is knock knock knocking on ziiiiper's door.
>But you notice that this time around the sensations are much more tolerable.
>Before, by the second time Cheerilee said 'you know what,' you were practically creaming your pants.
>But now the only result is that your cock is attempting the most radical prison break in AlcaDenim's history.
>Still, it's a marked improvement over yesterday.
>Maybe you can make it through the class after all.
>You catch another glance from Cheerilee.
>Fat chance.

>After all the fillies and colts are seated, class continues.
>As if learning all this number bullshit wasn't hard enough, now you've got a hard-on nagging you for attention.
>"Anon, what is cobblepot plus bell?" Cheerilee asks, smiling innocently.
>You huff. Might as well play along for now.
Uhh... It's campfire, right?
>Cheerilee claps her hooves together. "Very good, [my little human.]"
>Tingle tingle kooloo limpah!
>You nearly cringe at the increased stimulus.
>Cheerilee's smile contorts into the same evil smirk. "Now, would you care to come up the board and show us how you got your answer?"
>You scowl at her and say through clenched teeth:
Can I take a rain check?
>She just continues smirking. "Now, now Anon. Everp0ny has to show their work."
>She holds up a piece of chalk in her hoof expectantly.
>She isn't going to let this go.
>You sigh and take a deep breath.
Fine.

>You awkwardly bumble out of your seat and up to the board.
>The whole time you're trying to walk so that the fewest p0nies get a view of your crotch.
>It's fucking miserable.
>Turns out your dick is right at mouth height for fillies sitting in their desks.
>Now, a question of etiquette - as you pass, do you give them the ass or the crotch?
>It's yesterday all over again.
>You can feel their breath on your junk as you make your way to the front of the room.
>The walk feels like forever.
>But you finally make it.
>You snatch the chalk from Cheerilee and glare at her.
>You quickly write down the problem and solution and thrust the chalk back towards Cheerilee.
>"Great job, Anon! But there's still something wrong, [my little human.]"
>She pushes herself in between you and the board, rubbing her plot against your pitched tent.
>She starts to correct your 'numbers,' neatening them out, all the while subtly grinding into you.
>She whispers quietly to you, "I can see you're quite the UPSTANDING student, [my little human.]"
>You. Can. Feel. Everything.
>You WANT to feel everything.
>You let out a soft moan.
>What are you thinking!?
>You have to get out of here.
IHaveToGoToTheBathroom!
>With that, you Rainbow Dash out of the classroom.

>You're dick is going crazy in your pants.
>Like C4 on jail bars crazy.
>You have to take care of this problem NOW.
>You stumble awkwardly down the halls of the school.
>With every step, your body shudders and begs for release.
>Eventually you make your way to the bathroom.
>You burst through the door and slam it shut behind you.
>Lock it with the fury of a thousand lonely nights.
>Thank Celestia, Discord, or whoever it is that presides over humans in this place this is a single bathroom.
>Whip your belt off like Indiana Jones in the Temple of Boobs.
>Your pants rocket off to the corner of the bathroom and you go to town.
>No lube, no spit, you don't even need your imagination right now.
>You jerk your meat like you work for Jack Link's.
>Your body fills with ecstasy.
>You're ready to give the tile a fresh pearl coating, only...
>Nothing's coming out.
>You're at the brink of madness.
>Pleasure ripples throughout your body.
>But you can't cum.

>There's a knock at the bathroom door.
I'm busy!
>You keep going at it, harder now.
>Come on, come on!
>Comeoncomeoncomeoncomeon.
>Another knock.
I said I'm busy! Occupied! In use! If you can't take a hint, that means GO AWAY!
>Your shirt is drenched in your sweat.
>Your palms and dick are red and getting rubbed raw.
>But still nothing.
WHAT THE FUCK!?
>You nearly start to cry from exasperation when you hear a jingling at the door.
>It sounds like... keys?
>You watch as the bolt turns and the door opens slowly.
>It's Cheerilee and she's giving you that same smirk that you're beginning to hate.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? WHY CAN'T I-
>"Cum?" Cheerilee grins as she closes and re-locks the door behind her.
>"That would be because I made it so that only my touch could get you off, [my little human.]"
>At this, she lunges at you and gives you a wet, forceful kiss.
>Your brain is overloaded again and that's all it takes to send you over the edge.
>As promised, you give the tile, and Cheerilee, a fresh coat of sticky white paint.
>She licks your blank face with her tongue and turns to leave.
>"You belong to me now, [my little human.]"