An After School Special

by Normal

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, Dark
Length: 988

Cheerilee's day is only beginning once the school bell tolls.

Cheerilee's day is only beginning once the school bell tolls.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-21 17:10:01 UTC

Chapter 1

Cheerliee sighed inwardly as the final bell of the school day rang out. Within seconds the piercing sound was drowned out though. Between the thumping sounds of racing hooves and the joyful screams of merry children nothing short of a dragon could be heard over the din. And not simply any dragon, a youth like Spike would blend right in.

It just intensified the throbbing in her head..

Eight hours in a class room filled with thirty foals is tiring to even the most compassionate of individuals. It was work that was hell bent on sucking the life out of you. On days like these all she wanted to do was curl up in her afghan blanket in front of a warm fireplace and sip hibiscus tea. There was a large stack of unorganized, wrinkled and even smelly papers though in front of her that would prevent not only that but probably whatever sleep she had hoped to catch up on tonight.

Tap, tap.

She looked up with irritation. If that was a parent, it was unlikely she would get any sleep at all tonight.

“Come in.”

A rather average looking pony walked in, the look upon his muzzle indescribable, caught somewhere in between somber and delighted. Cheerilee’s frown grew.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“Not yet.” Was his simple reply.

“Is your foal in my class?” Cheerilee was mentally pairing up his color scheme with all the fillies and colts.

“I have no foal. Not yet.” He took a few steps closer to her, passing over the threshold of the door and into the class room proper.

Cheerilee stood up from behind the desk, not sure of the stallion’s intentions but annoyed at this pointless interruption.

“I’m afraid you have no business here then. I am a busy mare and I do not have time for pointless discussions.”

Her hands brushed across the sheets of paper when he lunged for her, leaping over the desk.

“Ah, ah, ah. You won’t be grading papers tonight.”

“Wha-?” Cheerilee attempted to push him off of her, “ What do you think you’re doing? Unhand me this instant!”

Nails dug crescent moons into her tender flesh as she tried to wrestle control back.

“Let me go at once! This is unacceptable!”

“Hush, I haven’t even gotten started yet. You would think one such as yourself would know to be quiet around their superiors.”

Color rushed to her face with anger and her complexion darkened.

“What,” She carefully enunciated each word, “Do you mean, superior?”

“I forget how simple your kind can be. Do I have to spell out everything for you?”

He chuckled and reached his other hand out, fingers entwining within the locks of Cheerilee’s mane. Yanking, he pulled her hard enough that she had to stumble directly into his chest.

“Females, as strong as they are intelligent.”

He spit down onto her face, watching as the viscous liquid slowly rolled down the contours of her cheek before dripping onto her thinly covered cleavage. Rough fingers twitched against her flesh before tightening painfully.

“Get in your place, my lady.” He laughed as he spoke those last two words.

Cheerilee clawed pointlessly at his arm as he pushed her downwards. The hard edge of her own desk though fought against her.

“The way I see it, a women like yourself is worth only as much as her breasts. I think it’s about time you proved your worth.”

His free hand ripped at her blouse, tearing silver buttons off with the ease of slicing through butter. such strength left her shivering. Beneath the white fabric her bra was now revealed to all. Heather grey, it was just as plain and practical as the rest of her outfit. It was underneath the reinforced fabric that the true prize lay waiting. Peeking out like a shy child, he could just see that different shade of pink that hinted at her luscious nipples.

“Maybe there is some worth to you after all,” He mused, “Down on your knees.”

Anticipating her complaints he grabbed the shiny apple off of her desk.

Tossing it up in the air a few times he questioned her, “So what special little child thought you deserved this fruit?”

As she open her mouth to shout out he stuffed it inside, completely filling up her cheeks to capacity and then some. Her throat muscles could be seen spasming as she tried to force the juicy morsel out. The taste of acid mixed with the tart juice as her gag reflex activated. Her eyes started to water as she failed to cough out the foul mixture of juices. Her green eyes started watering as it flowed back down her throat. With her thoroughly occupied she was useless to resist his advances. Brownish salvia seeped out past the gleaming red skin of the fruit.

The only sound in the whole class room was Cheerilee’s muffled whimpering and his zipper lowering until a sound quite different rang out. Specifically the sound of a well used door that had not been oiled well enough or often enough. Pupils shrunk in Cheerilee’s eyes.

"Oh ho, finally a worthy reaction. What could possibly elicit this?"

He slowly turned, a grin on his face letting her know how much he was enjoying this. Standing in the door way of the school, framed by Celestia's sun, stood the gangly form of a young unicorn foal. Slight curves, not yet grown into, spoke that this foal was a filly.

"Missus Cheerilee? Wha- what's going on?" Her voice trembled. "Who is this man?"

Ignoring the pain Cheerilee spat the apple out, with it knocking out several of her own teeth with it.

"Dinky! Run for help!"

The young unicorn's slender legs stiffened under her, but with confusion not with the fear she should have held. Instead of running away she stepped hesitantly closer.

"Miss Cheerilee, are you ok?"