Stupid Sexy Flurry

There were two things you needed to know about Flurry Heart. First, she was sexy. Second, she was smart. Nobody spent much time around her without learning those things.

What Flurry didn't understand (one of the few things) was why everyone else insisted on making such a big deal about her family. Yes, she was a princess by birth. But as awesome as that was, it really didn't mean so much if you looked at it objectively. The important fact was that with her gifts, she would have been bound for high places regardless of her birth.

There were a lot of ways to get ahead in the world. It was Flurry's considered opinion that her mom's cunt was nowhere near the most important of the resources she had at her disposal. The top two were her head and her ass. If Flurry wanted something from somepony—or creature—often all it took was a little shake of her flanks and they'd go running to help her. If they were stubborn and held out for a bit more... Well that was just fun for both of them. But Flurry didn't just get by on her ass. What set her apart from all the other thots was her head. It was like she had said before: she was sexy and smart. Her head was all that concentrated in one convenient body part. It had her mouth, which she used to suck people off, and her brain.

Flurry Heart could well have been Twilight's daughter. She had every ounce as much smarts as her aunt. The difference between them was that Flurry found the problem of how to get into people's beds just as interesting as magical and mathematical problems. It was too bad, Flurry thought, that Twilight wasn't more social. Like most geeks, she didn't seem to appreciate how complex the calculus of social situations could be. Ah well. Fortunately for the geeks of the School of Friendship, Flurry was around and willing to pity-fuck them. She had taken to carving notches on her bedpost for everycreature whose virginity she had taken.

Flurry pulled her saddlebags on. While she often got distracted in lectures thinking about dicks (pussies too: she was an equal opportunity slut), she never got so distracted that she missed when they were over. Just for safe keeping, she glanced at the chalkboard, but there was nothing on it that made her regret having ignored the lesson.

It honestly wasn't hard here. You really just had to do two things and you were all As. Read the book. And get yourself a good group of friends. The classes were easy if you did that.

She walked through the halls to the detention room. She slipped inside and into her usual spot. None of her friends were there that day, speaking of those bastards. This wasn't an unusual situation. Just because she didn't consider princesshood her biggest asset, didn't mean she didn't take advantage of it. Despite any claims of impartiality, the fact was that boundaries were a lot looser when you were the headmare's niece. Her friends couldn't afford to be anywhere near as blatant with their troublemaking as her. They were capable of just as much as her, though, if only behind closed doors.

They were quite the team. There was a lot at the school that Flurry didn't take seriously, but she was very glad it existed. It brought a lot of creatures together who were all looking for friendship, and she could appreciate that. She had friends here that it probably would not have been possible to make otherwise. She had real friends, friends who would risk life and limb for her because they cared, not just for her blowjobs. And she cared for them too. She strove to make sure that their trust in her was well placed. She was satisfied to note that they all agreed that it would be worth it to risk life and limb for her just for her blowjobs.

It was honestly a bit ridiculous that the school still put her in detention. Was this really the best they could do? She was a mare now and they still put her on time out like a foal. A lot of ponies treated her like a foal at first sight. It was an unfortunate part of being born an alicorn: she could expect to be well into adulthood, even farther than she already was before she got her cutie mark. As quick as she was to disabuse most of the creatures she met of that thinking, her teachers were all frustratingly resistant.

She'd considered skipping, but she'd been pulling a lot of shenanigans lately. There was a line, and she didn't want to go stumbling blindly across it. Headmare Twilight refused to have anything to with her, which made it hard to gauge exactly where things were.

Now see, there was something much more interesting than honesty homework, with all due respect to Professor Applejack. She had always been on good terms with her aunt, and she really didn't know what the cause of the recent distance was. It was clear that Twilight was avoiding her. Flurry liked a bit of trouble, but she hadn't been caught doing that would warrant this. She hadn't been punished either, so she knew it wasn't that Twilight had found out about any of the more extreme things she had done. It was a mystery.

The nice thing about mysteries is that thinking about them is a good way to pass the time. Even Flurry needed a little break from thinking about sex all the time. Soon enough the farce that was detention was over.

Except, just before the end, Spike slipped into the room. He walked up to her. "Headmare Twilight wants to talk with you. Head to her office when you're done," he said. He left just as abruptly as he had come. The teacher did have a smug look on her face at this turn of events.

Flurry held her head high as she walked into Twilight's office, opening and closing the door without breaking her stride. She sat down with a placid smile on her face. She wasn't going to make this any more unpleasant than it needed to be. While she may not have thought of herself as a princess often, she did notice that there was a gap between her and the average creature. She didn't want to say she was better than most, but, she was. It was beneath her to plead and weasel her way out of whatever punishment was coming. She knew what her transgressions were, and she would face the consequences with dignity.

Besides, what were they going to do, expel her? That wasn't likely. Probably. As much as she knew how to make the rules work for her, this was Twilight's home turf, and she was hard to read. Flurry eyed the stack of reports in front of Twilight. Nothing in there individually was too severe, she made sure of that. But Twilight's distance had impeded her calculations. She had never counted on facing everything in aggregate.

Twilight had a stern, strained look on her face. She didn't say anything yet, though. She also seemed to be having a hard time looking at Flurry, her eyes were darting all over the place.

Flurry decided that she might as well take the initiative. "I'm starting to think that detention doesn't work. Either as a deterrent or as rehabilitation." She gestured at the stack. "I believe you will agree there is a good deal of evidence for that. It is clear that alternatives are needed. Now, I've been working on—"

Twilight raised her hoof. "Flurry, I don't need your ideas."

Flurry huffed. "There's no need to be rude about it."

"Rude?! I am the headmare here. You can't talk to me that way."

"You cut me off. You won't let me talk at all. What am I supposed to call that?"

Twilight seethed for a second. Then she took a deep breath. "Alright. Maybe we started off on the wrong hoof. Let's rewind a little bit. Why don't you tell me, in your own words, what happened—" she checked the top page of the reports "—yesterday." She forced her face into a neutral expression.

"Well that's simple," Flurry said. "It was your basic lesson in generosity, and we were all asked to share something with the others. I chose to share kisses; anycreature who wanted, I would kiss them. As much or as little as they wanted. Apparently that isn't an 'approved' form of generosity, despite how much joy it clearly brought to my classmates."

Twilight rubbed her face. "Flurry, you can't do that..."

The younger mare just raised an eyebrow. "And why not? They're my lips aren't they?"

"Because! It's not appropriate. It's not dignified. You're a princess, for Celestia's sake." Twilight's calming techniques had evidently failed. She was growing more and more agitated.

Flurry couldn't resist pushing her further. "I thought you wouldn't be able to answer. The older generations are always so disappointing in their stubborn-mindedness. As to dignity and princesshood, that seems like a very weak argument to me. 'Princess' is a title, an abstraction; I am a pony, and I can decide these things for myself as an individual. Rest assured, I do have a sense of dignity that I uphold. I simply do not consider interaction with the 'commoners' to be beneath me, even if other in my station would."

Twilight was a beautiful sight. Flurry could have watched her process that statement for hours. She was quite proud of herself. If you really wanted to irk somepony, it was important not to directly insult them. They'd understand that to quickly, recognize it as an attack, and discard your opinion, safely preserving theirs. The trick was to make a couple of points that, added together, contradicted their beliefs, then let the other pony put it together themselves.

It was interesting, though, how much time they were spending discussing this one occasion, when there so many to address. That was the variable in all this. Where was Twilight going?

"Enough. I didn't call you here to argue with you. I called you here to let you know that this needs to stop. And you were right about one thing: detention isn't working. So what's it gonna take, huh?" Twilight was leaning so far forward she was practically on top of her desk.

It was too good. Flurry might as well have had her on a leash. "Hmm. You could try spanking me?" Flurry grinned. "Yeees. I've been such a bad mare. You should spank me—" she licked her lips "—hard."

Twilight went pale. "OUT! GET. OUT. NOW!" stabbing her hoof toward the door.

Flurry obeyed that. There was getting a reaction and there was getting a reaction. Twilight was definitely not in the mood for more discussion. Flurry had overstepped. She had meant to piss off Twilight, but that kind of outburst that soon was unexpected.

Oh, she had messed up. Getting older ponies, the ones who were supposed to be in charge of her, riled up was fun. But she really did like her aunt Twilight. It would be a shame to ruin their relationship.

Flurry lay awake in bed a long time that night, thinking over everything that had happened. Yes, she had overstepped her bounds, but to be absolutely fair, Twilight was acting very strangely too. Surely that wasn't her fault. It was actually a little bit funny. If one of the boys had acted liked that to her, Flurry would have thought they had a crush on her. But that obviously wasn't the case with Twilight.

Her thoughts went round and round in circles until finally dreams took her.