Cheerilee Has Tourettes

Cheerilee Has Tourettes

By NocturneD

Tuesday eventually came. Cheerilee did not have a good start returning as a teacher but it couldn't be helped. She wanted to hold in her urges to shout profanity but it was just too much to bare. She knew it hurt inside to see her students see a trust worthy pony like herself using vulgar language.

She sat patiently at her desk. But instead of waiting for her students to come in as usual, she kept herself busy. By playing with paperclips hooking them together from one end to the other. Lame she knew it was and something a child would only focus on doing.

She couldn't stop thinking about her visit to the specialist. Her doctor said her sudden urges and constant eye twitching was the result of her own version of tourettes. They offered treatments but also warned that it could greatly affect her mood. For better or for worse. Now she thinks if it were better to just take the stupid treatment. Rather be a zombie drone or a raging swearing pony that gets pissed off at the simplest things.

A lot of strings were pulled to keep her job but if it was to get any worse then she would have to consider on retiring. Problem was, who would hire someone who had to swear? Let alone shout periodically? What was she going to tell the parents of her students? She had support from most of the ponies in Ponyville. Only thing was, did they even know what tourettes was? Or were the just being nice?

The bell finally rang and the students walked into the classroom finally. But not in smiles. More like cautious scared looks.

Cheerilee stood up from her desk, took a deep breath and gave a weak smile but caring look. "I just want to start off by saying... I'm sorry I scared you little ones." Her face saddened, "But you all know the phrase of never giving up right? Well..." She sighed and looked away from her students. "It might start to look that way as you ponies deserve a better teacher..."

Cheerilee poured her heart out into her own explanation. "I'm sure your parents aren't happy with your quizzes from the other day."

Apple Bloom raised her hoof.

"Yes Apple Bloom?" Cheerliee called on her student.

"Mah big sis hung my quiz on the refrigerator..." Apple Bloom twisted her lip, "Was that still an A?"

Cheerliee wiped her face clean, "Yes... you deserved that A Apple Bloom. Just... not the word after that." The teacher sniffed, "All your quizzes are graded by the first letter of what was written..."

"So I got an F?" Pip raised his hoof.

Cheerilee nodded, "I'm sorry Pip but yes... I guess you didn't understand the lesson too well... or the substitute didn't teach that well." She smiled, "You know what... if you don't like your test score I'll throw it out of the grading book. Whoever still passed can keep the grade." Some of the ponies cheered.

"But I want to assure you children. It's like trying to hold in a sneeze and holding in a sneeze never really works. So please, don't be scared." Cheerilee asked.

Snips raised his hoof.

"Yes Snips?" Cheerilee called on him.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" Snips asked.

Cheerilee gritted her teeth and shouted, "GO SHIT IN YOUR DESK!"

The children shrieked.

"Fine go, go, go..." Cheerilee took a few steps back, embarrassed from the outburst.

After recess, Cheerilee decided to do a spelling bee with her students. Only that it wasn't going according to plan.

"Scootaloo... your word is..." Cheerilee felt the urge coming on again, "is... is... PISSSSSSSSSSSSS!" She shouted.

"Uh... can you give me the definition?" Scootaloo asked cowering away.

"PISS COMES OUT YOUR DICK BITCH!" Cheerliee shouted.

Scootaloo look left then right nervously, "Um... can you use it in a sentence?"

"INSTEAD OF MILK PINKIE PIE TAKES A PISS IN THE CAKE BATTER!" Cheerliee shook. "THAT'S WHY THEY TASTE LIKE SHIT!"

The class erupted in a huge, "EW!"

"Piss... P-I-S-S... Piss." Scootaloo spelled.

"Good... you can stay up there in line WITH THE OTHER RETARDS!" Cheerliee shouted. Then she noticed Pip scratching himself. "PIP STOP TOUCHING YOUR DICK!"

"But I'm not touching my..." Pip tried to explain that his hooves were no where near his crotch.

"YOU'RE TOUCHING YOUR DICK! STOP IT YOU LITTLE PUSSY!" Cheerliee shouted. Then she looked for Snips. "Where's Snips?"

"In the bathroom..." Sweetie Belle said meekly.

"MOTHER OF FUCKING CELESTIA! AGAIN?" Cheerliee shouted in disbelief.

The children nodded.

"THAT COLT NEEDS A TRASHBAG STAPLED TO HIS ASS!" Cheerliee shouted again.

The children giggled.