A Filly Named Jailbait

Miss Frills has her back to the door, head low and nostrils flared wide. She looks about ready to kill you. Oddly enough, you remain calm. You initially accepted your fate, but then logic smacked you in the face: there's no way she knows. Jailbait hasn't seen her in a week. Besides, if she wanted you arrested, she could just tell her father. This is just a teacher overreacting about her student's strange behavior. Probably.

"Answer me!"

You raise your hands in a placating manner. "Can you please explain what you mean? I haven't done anything to anyone, as far as I know."

She narrows her eyes at you. "JB is one of the sweetest little angels in my class. She's confident, charismatic, and friendly to everypony." You try not to scoff. "I have never seen behave like that before. She looks like she's about to faint from embarrassment, but she hasn't done anything to be embarrassed about. Hay, I'm not even sure that filly is capable of feeling embarrassed. She only started acting that way when she looked at you, as if you did something. So, I want answers. What did you do to her?"

"I haven't done anything! She can tell you that herself. In fact, bring her in and ask her why she's acting so weird, because I'd like to know, too. It's the first time I've seen her like this."

She snorts. "Fine. I know the Princesses have said good things about you, but if I find out something's wrong..." She let's the threat hang in the air. You aren't bothered. You had to deal with Noble's version of that, and he's much better at it.

The ebony mare turns and unlocks the door, opening it just wide enough to poke her head out. You are blessed with a third opportunity to gaze upon her immaculately toned flank. Oh, the things you would do to that ass if you weren't being blackmailed by Satan's favorite helper. You can imagine your hand wrapped in that white tail; her mane falling out of its tight bun as she tries to stay upright, her legs shaking in pleasure. Down, penis. Now's not the time.

"JB, sweetie, can you come here for a sec? You're not in trouble, I promise."

A few seconds later, the pink little nightmare walks in and glances at you. She sits in the chair in front of the desk and gives a small sigh. She looks... disappointed?

"That didn't last very long," you hear her mutter under her breath.

Miss Frills takes the seat behind her desk, leaving you standing next to her in confusion. What didn't last long?

"JB, I noticed you were acting... strange earlier. Did something happen?" The mare leans forward with a concerned look on her face.

Jailbait stares forward, her gaze unfocused. She starts to speak in a droning voice, as if reading from a script.

"I am fine, Miss Frills. I was just nervous that my friends would not like Anon because he is a human."

Miss Frills perks up immediately. "Oh! Well I wouldn't worry about that. They all seemed rather intrigued once you introduced him."

She actually bought that? Fucking ponies, man.

"Uh-huh," the filly responds in a bored tone.

"Well, that settles that! Let's get back to class," Miss Frills says as she trots out the door. "Sorry about the confusion, Anon." She doesn't look sorry.

You start to follow those glorious cheeks when you feel a tugging on your leg. You look down to see Jailbait spit out your pants leg and glare up at you.

"Why can't you be more fun?" she complains with a grumpy little pout.

"Wait, what? What's that supposed to mean?"

"You were supposed to crack under the pressure and confess your perverted actions, and then I would deny it all and make you look like a lunatic."

"You... you were acting? The whole time?" You can't believe it. She's not content with just blackmailing you, she's trying to destroy your reputation. "But... why?"

"I saw the way you were staring at my mom and Miss Frills." she says while inspecting a hoof. "If everypony thinks you're a creep, then I'll be the only one you can turn to." She slams her hoof on the floor and growls. "You belong to me. You don't need any other mares."

"B-but... booty," you whimper.

She kicks your shin. Hard.

"If I catch you staring at anypony else, you can say goodbye to these." She prods your nuts with a wing. "Got it?!"

She doesn't wait for a response and trots back to her class, leaving you alone in the office.

Something in you snaps. It's one thing to threaten your reputation, but when you're told you can't look at pony poopers anymore, a line has been crossed. She can take your body, she can take your balls, but she will never take your ass-worship away from you.

Anon Jr thinks you're being over-dramatic, but he's just being a dick.

I need to put a stop to this. Somehow.

Your grandma's advice floats into your mind: "If you ever find yourself in a situation where a sweet piece of ass is on the line, you must fight dirty, Anon. There is no cause more worthy than that."

Grandma was so wise. But this isn't about just one ass; this is about every piece of ass in Equestria.

It's time to finally stand up for yourself.