"What do you mean I should learn to protect myself?" you ask, slightly offended.
"I am just saying Anonymous. If you learned to defend yourself you wouldn't be in here so often." Nurse Redheart says. You're Anonymous. You were just brought to Nurse Redheart after a particularly rough day. She has a point though, if you knew some sort of self-defense you wouldn't be the only one here.
"Well what can I do? It's not like the school has any self-defense classes." you retort.
"Actually Anonymous, I do believe Principle Celestia just brought in someone to teach a Kick-boxing class".
"Kick-boxing? I guess I could try it out. Do you know anything about it?" you ask, slightly surprised. Putting down the box of bandages, she turns to her desk pulling a flyer from a stack.
"She gave me a few to place on my bulletin board. I'm sure giving you one won't hurt." she says, handing you the flyer. Thanking her, you look at the flyer as you leave her office.
"Featherweight Kick-Boxing! Learn to defend yourself or stay in shape. Lessons start Tuesday!" you say, reading the flyer out loud. Tuesday? That soon? Didn't Nurse Redheart say that Principle Celestia just got this guy? Folding the flyer, you shove it into your pocket, and leave the school. Getting home, you toss your bag on the floor and sweater on the rack. With your parents working, you have the house to yourself for a little while at least. After a few hours of solitude, you hear your mother call you.
"Anonymous Nunya. Get down here." She says, the anger in her voice prevalent. Oh god, she doesn't usually call you by your full name unless she is mad. Making your way downstairs, you see her at the bottom holding the flyer. "What is this? You don't plan on doing this do you?" She says, waving the flyer around.
"Not sure, was thinking about it though. Kinda don't like getting beat every week." you say, finishing your sentence by pointing at your face. Your mother looks at you, obviously thinking about the situation.
"Well, I don't like it, but you if you really want to do this. It's not going to be easy you know." she says before going on one of her "It won't be easy" speeches she gives every time you start something new. Taking your leave from her, you keep to yourself until dinner. When you enter the dining room, you father looks up at you from his paper before addressing you.
"I hear you're thinking about taking up kick-boxing." he says returning to his paper.
"Yeah, I was thinking about it." you say as you take a seat.
"You know I used to be quite the fighter when I was your age". Sighing you brace yourself for one of your father's "When I was your age" stories. After supper, you remove the bandages from your face before hopping into your shower. While in the shower you begin thinking about the classes. Weighing the options in your head, you decide that you're going to begin taking the classes. Starting tomorrow you will head to the gym after school. With your mind made, you finish your shower, tell your parents of your decision and head to bed. The next day, school goes by relatively peacefully with the exception of the obligatory name calling from Flash Sentry. Heading to the gym after your last class, you take a look at the people who show up for the lessons. Being the first person there, you get to see who shows up. The majority of the people who show up are either athletic or, like you, are there for self defense. As people sit down on the bleachers, you notice Snips and Snails walk in behind the big muscle guy. Both of them scan the bleachers before seeing you, and make their way to you once they do. Before they get to you however, you hear someone yell from the center of the gym.
"Sit down Numbskulls." the voice commands. Snips and Snails immediately sit down where they are, as everyone else turns their attention to the person shouting in the middle. Standing there was a girl, probably no older than you. Her most distinctive feature was her white hair, which she died the tips purple of. As you stare at her she speaks up once again. "You are all here to learn kick-boxing. Well news flash, most of you wont be here tomorrow." she states. People begin looking at each other when someone at the gym door speaks up.
"Now Gilda, is that anyway to be talking to people interested in your sport?" The voice says, in a softer yet authoritative tone. Looking over reveals Principle Celestia. Walking over to the center with Gilda, she addresses the crowd. "Ms. Gilda is a fellow student here and will be teaching you the basics of kick-boxing. Hopefully you all take something out of these lessons." she says before she turns to Gilda and nods. Once Celestia leaves the gym, Gilda speaks up again.
"Yeah as she said I'll be teaching you the basics. Now everyone pair up and grab hitting pads from the pile. You're getting a crash course." she says, pointing to the pile of pads on a mat. Standing up, you look around for a partner. However you quickly realize the only one without a partner is you. Sitting on the bottom step of the bleachers, you decide to watch the lesson from the sideline. "Hey twerp, what do you think you're doing?" you hear Gilda say. Without you realizing, Gilda had made her way over to you and was now standing in front of you.
"Well everyone has a partner. I am the only one left." you say motioning to the other people. Not missing a beat Gilda grabs you by your shirt and drags you to the middle of the gym.
"Good, I prefer demonstrating on an actual person." she says with a smile. Not liking the sound of that, you grab a set of hitting pads and brace yourself. "Most of you may not have realized, but kick-boxing has kicking. We are going to start with a simple sidekick." she says as she grabs your arms to position the pads in the right place. "If you look where his pads are, that is where you want to aim. Now pay attention cause I am only going to do this once." she says, turning back to you. Without giving you a chance to prepare, she kicks at you. When her kick lands, you wince at the power behind it, and are nearly knocked down. She gives you a dissatisfied look before throwing another kick. By the time you realize what happened, you are on the floor clutching your stomach. "Don't fuck with me twerp. I will make your life a living hell." she whispers to you. Pulling you up forcefully, she grabs the pads from you. "Now everyone practice that. That means you twerp, give me your best shot." she says with a smirk. Getting into position, you give her a kick of your own. Your leg connects with the pad with a solid thud.
She gives you a smirk after your kick. "Pathetic. Although not surprising. Now make yourself useful and hold these until I get back." she says throwing the pads at you. Without another word, she leaves and goes from group to group, belittling them into kicking correctly. By the time she gets back, you can obviously see that she is annoyed by how little progress people are making. By the time she glares at you, you've already put the pads on and prepared for a kick. Watching you scurry to put the pads on, she laughs at you. "You really are pathetic aren't you twerp?" she manages to say while laughing.
Taking the pads from you, she pulls you over to the bleachers. "Listen here, I can't have you going around school this pathetic, while taking my lessons." she says sternly. Looking at the ground you turn to grab your things. "Where do you think you're going twerp? I am telling you to stay here after everyone leaves, I will toughen you up one way or another." she says, stopping you from picking up your bag. Swallowing hard at the "or another" part, you nod and head back with her. After another hour and a half of learning kicks and punches by being beat on by Gilda, she dismisses everyone. One by one people begin leaving the gym, and soon enough it is just you and Gilda.
Looking around for her, you see her carrying out mats for the floor. Helping her bring them out, you ask her what they are for. "You really aren't very bright are you? How else am I going to teach you?" she asks.
"Okay, then why did you put the hitting pads away?" you ask seeing where this is going.
"I told you I was going to toughen you up didn't I?" she says with a smirk.
"Right. Actually I completely forgot about this thing I have to do." you say walking over to bleachers to grab your things. Glaring angrily at you, she yells at you, while pointing at the mat she is standing on.
"Get over here now. I am not going to just beat on you without teaching you how to block and dodge". Dropping your bag, you walk over to her. "Okay twerp, pay attention. If you don't do this right, it'll hurt". After teaching you to block, she begins throwing kicks and punches at you. Once you get the gist of blocking and dodging she stops hitting you. "Okay twerp, I am not going to do all of the work. Time for you to try to hit me." she says readying herself. Preparing yourself as well, you begin throwing punches and kicks. Dodging all of your attempts to hit her, she laughs at you. "Come on twerp, you gotta want to hit me".
"How exactly do yo. . ugh" you begin asking, but before you can finish, you get a fist to your stomach. Doubled over for the second time today, you look up at her angrily.
"That's it twerp. Now try to hit me." she says in her cocky tone. Getting up, and into position, you throw a punch towards her abdomen. Blocking it, she counters with a punch to your cheek. Stumbling back, you regain your position and throw a kick for her side. As she blocks your kick, she smirks and grabs your leg. Pulling your leg up, she forces you to the ground, causing you to flail and grab the first thing you touch. Before you realize what has happened, you are on your back. It doesn't take you as long to realize you brought Gilda down on top of you. Somehow during the fall she managed to land on your lap, facing away from you. At some point though your body decided it was an appropriate time to stand at attention. "Really Anonymous? You got hard because I fell on you? Or was it because I was kicking your ass?" she says, obviously feeling your excitement.
"As If I would be turned on by a monster of a woman like you." you snap back at her. She turns her head, shooting you a vicious look. You give her the cocky look she had given you multiple times that day. Angrily, she returns her attention to your crotch. Grabbing it roughly she laughs.
"You call this tiny thing a dick? This thing couldn't satisfy that prude Fluttershy girl." she says angrily. Giving her a taste of her own medicine, you grab her ass.
"You call this an ass? There's no wonder men don't like you." you say with the express purpose of angering her further.
"That's it twerp, clothes off. Now!" she barks at you. Out of fear of retaliation, you begin taking your clothing off. "I knew you were lying, you really are into me." she says egotistically. Rolling your eyes, you turn away from her and finish undressing. When you finish, you turn around to see her, in her underwear, taking off her bra. Before she realizes you looking, you get a good look at her. She has a well toned body, most likely from working out and the boxing. To be honest if her personality were better she wouldn't be that bad looking. Turning around to put her bra in the pile of her clothes, you realize the ass you were making fun of, looks good on her.
"What do you think you are you staring at twerp?" she says as she pulls her panties down, she kicks them off, and turns to you. "Well? Don't tell me you didn't realize what we were going to do. Back up that bark you had earlier." she says walking over to you.
"What about a condom?" you ask. Glaring at you, she grabs your dick.
"This thing really is small, you really think you need a condom for this pitiful thing? If you think you're going to please me with this, you've got another thing coming." she says grinning at her own insult.
"Best you'll ever get." you say, scoffing at her remark. She looks at you angrily, before shoving you to the ground standing above you.
"You know what? Fuck you, There is no way I'm lowering myself to fuck you now." she says.
"Pfft, as if I would ever fuck you anyway." you retort. She carelessly steps down on your dick, applying enough pressure for it to hurt.
"Bullshit, you're rock hard as it is now. I bet you wanted to fuck me from the beginning."she says stepping harder.
"N-no, I wouldn't want to fuck an amazon like you. E-ever." you stutter from the pain and, surprisingly, the pleasure. She rubs her foot against your erect dick, sending pleasure shooting through you, much to your confusion. "Are you getting off on this you sicko? You're even worse that I thought." she says still rubbing you. Eventually, and quickly, the sustained assault drains your stamina and brings you dangerously close. When she realizes how close you are, she continues, speeding up a bit.
Without warning, you cum, releasing rope after rope of cum onto your chest. "You really are pitiful. You better not be that fast when we really get started." she says, stepping over, and straddling you. After rubbing her pussy against you until you're hard again, she raises herself to position you at her entrance. "If this tiny dick cums early, you will regret it." she threatens. You nod slowly as she slowly lowers herself onto you. When she reaches your base, she looks down at you in surprise. "God dammit Twerp, you really are small. I didn't even notice you were in yet." she says pushing you as you slowly get angry again.
"Well maybe if you weren't so loose. I mean, it's like fucking aaaiii. . ." she cuts you off by tightening around your member.
"Oh? Were you saying something?" she says laying heavily on the sarcasm. Getting back at her, you buck your hips, lifting her off the floor. "Are you trying to do something? I thought I felt you trying to go deeper." she says, with an evil smile. Tired of her trash talking, you put all of your concentration into fucking her. Grabbing her hips you thrust up into Gilda. Eventually you feel a burning sensation in muscles you didn't know you had. Looking at Gilda, you notice her biting her lip, attempting not to moan. Seeing this gives you a bump in stamina as you go back to concentrating on your thrusts. As soon as you do though, you hear Gilda begin chuckling, before breaking out into laughter.
"Jesus Christ twerp, you really are gullible. Actually believing that I was enjoying myself. You should have seen the look on your face, priceless." she says through her laughter. As she continues to laugh however, you snap. You wrap your arms around her knees and flip on top of her, and without thinking, you put your hands around her neck and begin squeezing. With each thrust of your hips, you slightly increase the pressure on her throat, letting your anger out. Looking at her, you notice her eyes rolling back into her head, and a wide smile on her face. Before long you begin to feel your climax building up. Unknowingly, as your orgasm begins becoming to much to hold back, your hands tighten around Gilda's throat even more. Giving her a few more thrusts, you push deep into her and release the built up pressure.
As you cum inside her, you feel her tighten, as if her body was milking you dry. When you finish, you realize you hands are still oaround her throat and quickly remove them. Pulling out of her, panic begins setting in when she doesn't move. Quickly, you put your head to her chest to listen for her heart. Still beating. She's alive just unconscious, you determine. Deciding it would be better to not be there when she wakes up, you make a move to your clothes. "Where do you think you're going twerp?" you hear from behind you.
Too slow. "Um, nowhere?" you say, somewhat unsure of what is about to happen.
"That's what I thought. But you know what, you have balls." she says coughing a couple times.
"I-I'm sorry, what?" you say surprised she hasn't tried to kill you yet.
"Did I stutter? You've got balls to choke me. And luckily for you, I like that." she says as she picks her clothes up.
"Oh, sorry about that. I don't know what came over me." you say, returning to your clothes.
"You should be Twerp." she says pulling her shirt on. Reaching for your pants, you feel something hit your back. Looking around for the item, you see a small towel. "Clean yourself up, don't want stains on your shirt do you?" she says zipping up a gym bag she apparently had. Nodding, you wipe yourself off, and give the towel back to her as you return to you pants. Just as you pull your pants back on, Principle Celestia comes back to make sure everyone had left.
"Anonymous? Gilda? What are the two of you still doing here? And why is your shirt off Anonymous?" she says in a slightly angry tone.
"Well you see the thing is . . ." you start to say before Gilda cuts you off.
"Anonymous wasn't quite getting the hang of things so I made him stay to help him. I guess we lost track of time." she say coming up with a lie on the spot. Principle Celestia looks at the two of you suspiciously.
"And the shirt?" she says eyeing you.
"Anonymous here, was hot and sweating, I told him to take it off." she says masterfully. She looks between the two of you, before giving up. After a lecture about being in the school after hours, she sends the two of you home. Walking out of the gym, you breath a sigh of relief.
"Thanks for that. I thought we were done for sure." you say.
"Nah, I had actually expected her to come back sooner. I had a bunch of excuses ready." she says as the two of you leave the school. Upon exiting the school, you pull out your phone. "What do you think you're doing?" she says grabbing your phone.
"I was going to . . . call for my ride." you say as she pockets your phone.
"No you're not, I'm bringing you home". she says, turning around to face the parking lot.
"O-okay, where is your car?" you say looking around the parking lot.
"Ha, car. You can be funny Twerp." she says as she walks over to the motorcycle on the far side of the parking lot. You follow behind her, before looking at the bike.
"Um, Gilda, there isn't a back rest for me to lean back on." you say, confused about how this will work.
"You've never rode on a bike have you? You hold on to my waist." she says tossing you a spare helemet. As you ride with Gilda and hold on to her hips, you can feel her muscular stomach. Before long, the two of you pull up to your house. "Here's your stop twerp. Don't you dare think about skipping out on the club tomorrow." she says dropping her kickstand.
"Thanks, and don't worry, I'll be there." you say, giving her the helmet you borrowed. Waving as you walk away, Gilda stops you.
"Jeeze, not gonna give your girlfriend a kiss?" Girlfriend? You don't remember agreeing to that.
"W-we're dating now?" you say caught off guard. "You really aren't the brightest are you? I'm keeping you around whether you like this or not." she says with a smirk.
"Wait, what?" you say shocked.
"Exactly what I said. I am keeping you around, as my boyfriend. My fuck-toy. If you don't please me, I'll be sure to make your life a living hell." she says tossing your phone back to you. Catching your phone, you look at her, confused, but strangely, turned on.
"Do I not have a choice in the matter at all?" you ask.
"No, no you don't. You don't like it? Too bad." she says kicking the kickstand back up. You give a sigh of defeat before giving in, for now.
"Fine, but can you at least tone down the bitchiness?" you attempt to bargain with her.
"Ha! There's the bark I like. Oh, and be sure to bring lunch for two tomorrow. I'm going to be hungry." she says demandingly. With that, she pulls you to her, giving you a kiss goodbye. When she brakes the kiss, she pushes you back and laughs as she drives off leaving you standing there confused. As she leaves your sight, you shake off the confusion and walk to your house. Entering your home, you creep your way up to your room, strip off and head into the shower to clean off.
After the shower, you return to your room to see your phone blinking, alerting you to a message. Checking it reveals a text from an unknown number.
"Hey there Twerp, it's Gilda. Don't think I didn't see that hard on before I left. Decided I would be nice to your perverted ass." you read.
Nice? She can be nice?" you ask yourself. Looking at the conversation once again, you notice a picture was sent with it, ready to download. Downloading the picture reveals a topless Gilda flipping you off.
"Goodnight, you perverted bitch." reads the caption under the picture. Tossing the phone on your bed you ignore it and head to sleep. After an hour or so of tossing and turning, you look at you phone once again. Picking it up, you flip to the picture of Gilda. After a second you decide to masturbate to see if you can sleep. Using the picture she sent you, you finish quickly, before slowly falling asleep. Before you fall asleep however, you think to yourself that this featherweight girl with a superiority complex, may not be so bad after all.
