Author's Note

It's never clear if Ms. harshwhinny has a human surname be it in the actual mlp verse or the EQ verse so I'm giving her my own surname.

He may be a rebel and he'll never be any good....but he's HER rebel.

"Mr Sweetstuff! Could you be so kind as to take your eyes OFF the girl's gym class and join us in biology class?!" Ms. Nora Harshwhinny (formerly Mrs.) snapped at the initiative little S.O.B at the back of her classroom. He sat there thinking he was hot stuff in his crimson red leather jacket; those brown timberwolf brand boots, the tight blue jeans that hugged every contour of his lean but well kept body, those aviators hanging low over his eyes, and the motorcycle gloves with no fingers. If she wasn't scared by the emo look that seemed all over Canterlot High seven years ago, then the James Dean look wasn't going to intimidate her now.

"Well Ms. Harshwhinny, I could give you my undivided attention in a little "biology lesson" of my own, but I'm 20% sure YOU are the kinda woman that can't keep HER eyes off the girl's gym class know what I mean?" He asked with a cocky laugh and while leaning back in his seat as he spread his fingers apart before placing them over his lips and licking between them, fully cementing his insult at her. Harshwhinny was shocked; no student had ever dared fully insult her in such a crass and vulgar manner, let alone be so smug about it, as if they had gotten to her on such a deep level that they'd walk away from it scott free. If that little bastard thought she was going to be licked so easily he had another thing coming.

"Mr. Sweetstuff?" She asked reaching for the discipline cards the students would have pinned to their clothes issuing the severity of their punishments. "Do I have to send you directly to principal Celestia with a bright red card here and now, which is severe enough that it'll inform her to consider giving you saturday detention or even some suspension if need be?" Why did she ask him? Why was she giving him the chance to say no and maybe cease his behavior? The rotten little brat just called her an "Ellen;" and if she heard him right, he by all rights just sexually harassed her, Her! His FUCKING TEACHER! The little runt could be expelled or even arrested for what he just said to her. Then why was she holding back?

"No Ms. Harshwhinny; I admit that I'm being needlessly incredulous, I'm earnestly and candidly sorry." He said lowering those shades; sitting with his hands folded, locking eyes with her, and fixing a neutral if not saddened expression on his face. Either he was genuinely remorseful for what he did; or the little bastard was smarter than he lead on and knew just how to imitate emotions, and use them to manipulate people.

Then let us continue shall we?" She asked her class which through the entire ordeal had been too stunned since his comment on "a biology lesson of his own," to do much beyond stare in awe and gape their mouths at the daring display of rebellion he produced. The rest of the class time went by without much after that; the teacher never took her eyes of her student, and the student not once did he drop his gaze from her. They were locked in a battle of wits as the lecture on how in some individuals the natural scent of one's body can trigger a response in another, a primal urge to...she paused.

She suddenly felt a very uncomfortable sensation in the neither regions of her eggplant skirt, just inside the fabric of her emerald green panties. It was a sensation she hadn't felt in so long; not since that ingrate, backstabber of a husband up and left her for some younger, looser little hussy in Vegas. Why was she suddenly feeling the flesh of her aged to prime perfection womanhood tingle and tremble? She wasn't having any arousing thoughts unless...oh no not...

The bell finally rang and she sighed in relief as it did. her students packed up their belongings and made a zerg rush for the door. In her semi relief from her arousal she almost forgot. "Wait just a minute there Mr. Sweetstuff." She said just as he was about to open her classroom door and walk away. "I want you to stay after for a few with me for your behavior earlier." She said though it did little to stifle the quivering and wetness she felt; her panties getting flooded with her juicy sweetness as the flesh of her labia softly squeezed and hugged the lacy trim the corners of the white lace tickling her lips so softly but in such a way that she was afraid she would orgasm right in her office chair.

Meanwhile John couldn't believe his luck; these kinds of detentions is the best she could do? They didn't even go any official disciplinary records, he couldn't believe just how lucky he was, he had no idea how much better it could get. "Ms. Harshwhinny?" He asked a bit out of curiosity and also empathy. "Are you ok?"

"Fine John, just...feminine problems." She added hastily, the term more than enough to quiet the younger male. She looked at him in his seat, she couldn't help but imagine in her mind; those strong arms embracing her tight as his hands reached under her blouse and slipped it off her, as their lips lock in a soft, tender and passionate kiss. The kind of kiss she hadn't felt since...him. The man she once pledged her entire life too in a church all those years ago. The man who...every night in the last few years they were together; would only make love to her with the lights, and most of their night clothes on, in the same missionary position, night after night. Even when she tried everything from role playing as a naughty girl in need of a good spanking, to even buying ennemas and lube to try anal. He was disgusted at the idea and told her never to ask him to do something so disgusting and uncouth as that, ever again!

John noticed his bio teacher hastily scribbling something on a strip of yellow paper and slowly getting up out of her chair, she slowly made her way across the desks only to back off. "Did you want something? or are you just stretching your...long, shapely, and....your legs!" he said in a haste realizing what he was saying about his own teacher. The fuck? Why was he complimenting Ms. Harshwhinny that way? He didn't want to admit it; but for an older teacher, she was pretty sexy. Those legs of hers WHERE pretty shapely and slender, not too mention not an inch of stubble on them. Her soft golden hair in the pomp she wore it in looked so damn soft; he could almost imagine burying his nose in it and inhaling the scent of her shampoo, he never got close enough to tell what kind she used, vanilla maybe to match the buttery golden hair.

"Just take this and go; I'm going home now and you may as well, and John?" she said a blush on her cheeks as her womanhood gave a faint scent that managed to waft through the air and into the younger male's nose. He smelled it and it made his senses flare with intrigue; he'd been around females more than enough times to know what that was.

"Yes Ms. Harshwhinny?" He said as he lowered his shades and gave his lips a noticeable lick and click of his tongue as he did.

She placed her hands on the desk and one hand on his, smiling at him sheepishly. "Please try and be good and apply yourself in my class, think you can do that for me?...tiger?" she said that last part with the air of seductress but inside she wondered how and why she ever would. It was wrong; it was immoral...but it felt so right, so devilishly devious and naughty, the thrill of being caught in the act of what she had planned to do was giving her a rush and thrill in two hours that her ex hadn't given her in two years together. The only question was, would he be willing to give her what she'd been deprived of for so long? The object of her desires both in her loveless marriage and now in her divorcee years? The touch of a man; the caress of a lover, to be worshiped as a woman again, to feel like a goddess in the throes of a blissful orgasm.

John looked down and took the note from her, as she hurried back to her desk and grabbed her handbag. Ms. Harshwhinny didn't even look at him as she rushed out the door and down the hall, she didn't even notice the science teacher wishing her goodbye and goodnight as she burst through the main doors and finally out to her car. She sat behind the wheel of her ancient green AMC gremlin. Breath in her throat and heart fluttering like a hummingbird as she fanned herself begging her hormones to calm down. She was barely able to fiddle in her purse for her car keys; hands trembling as she turned to engine over. All she could think about was her rebel taking her note seriously enough to at least do as he asked him in it. What did she have to lose?

He looked at her folded up note on the table. What could she have wanted from him? A summons to Principal Celestia for punishment? A request to report to detention again? He carefully opened up her folded yellow slip of paper, He read.

Jhon:

I can't deny this anymore, I'm on the cusp of middle age and haven't been romantically involved with anyone since that man whore I married that wouldn't open up to me even after I offered him to try....I haven't felt like a woman in so long, I need someone to love me, I need to feel a man holding me, caressing me, and doing things with me. Please you're free to do whatever you wish but all I ask is this, come to my house tonight for dinner and to talk. Nothing else unless you feel comfortable with doing it, I promise not to force anything on you but I beg you, please help a lonley woman feel loved again please John?

~~Ms. Nora Harshwhinny...~~

Love Ms. Nora Harshwhinny

He couldn't believe it; not in the slightest. Was she serious about it? What should he do? He had never felt this way about anyone save maybe the principal and vice principal before, and yet here one of the staff of his school was blatantly offering herself to him? It had to be some kind of cruel sick joke; a lesson in humility. After all; true to her name, Ms. Harshwhinny was by all accounts, a total bitch. She assigned them all dissections to do on almost whatever animal she had laying around in jars and not give two fucks if you were squeamish about doing them, she held their hands like kindergarteners whenever the conducted experiments in the chemistry class, despite most of their supplies barley being stronger than lemon juice, and most of all, she had the personality of being completely icy and frigid to her students. Just sitting there every day going on with total disinterest in them and with the impression of wanting nothing more than the day to be over as much as her students.

'But,' he thought to himself. 'What if the reason why she's so cold and bitter WAS because she hadn't been loved in so long? She was a victim of divorce; for good or for bad whether you want it or not, that process hurts. and it will always hurt especially when you can't move on from it. Maybe she isn't as bad or mean as she seems, beside play your cards right Jhonny boy and think of what you'll get. A night with a cougar on the prowl. An older woman, aged to perfection, one that had offered her HUSBAND some pretty freaky things to try out and got turned down. There's no telling what she'll offer you if all goes well.'

He decided to humor her and see her that night; and whatever happens he would stick to two rules. nothing will be forced or rushed...much, and whatever happens between, stays between them, it'll be a secret that goes to their graves. Besides, a gentleman never kisses and tells.