EverydayWritefag - Featherweight (Gilda, unfinished)

"What do you mean I should learn to protect myself?"

>"I am just saying Anonymous. If you learned to defend yourself you wouldn't be in here so often."

>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."

>"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 happen to know anything about it?"

>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."

>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!"

>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."

>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?"

"Not sure, was thinking about it though. Kinda don't like getting beat every week."

>You finish your sentence by pointing at your face.

>Your mother looks at you, obviously thinking about the situation.

>"Well, I can't stop you if you really want to do this. It's not going to be easy you know."

>Standing there you nod through her "It won't be easy" speech she gives every time you start something.

 

>Taking your leave from her, you keep to yourself until dinner.

>Entering your dining room, you father looks up at you from his paper before addressing you.

>"I hear you're thinking about taking up kick-boxing."

>Nodding you take your 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.

>Hoping into your shower you begin thinking.

>Weighing the options in your head, you decide in favor of the lessons.

>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 making their way to you.

>Before they get to you however, you hear someone yell from the center of the gym.

>"Sit down Doofuses."

>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 being her white hair, which has had the tips dyed purple.

>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."

>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?"

>This voice is softer yet still had the authoritative tone.

>Looking over reveals Principle Celestia.

>Walking over to the center with Gilda, she addresses the crowd.

>"Ms. Gilda here is a fellow student here and will be teaching you the basics of kick-boxing. Hopefully you all take something out of these lessons."

>With that she turns to Gilda and nods before leaving.

>"Yeah as she said I'll be teaching you the basics. Now everyone pair up and grab hitting pads. You're getting a crash course."

>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?"

>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."

>Not missing a beat Gilda grabs you by your shirt and drags you to the middle of the gym.

>"Good thing I prefer demonstrating on an actual person."

>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 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."

>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 satisfied 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."

>Pulling you up forcefully, she grabs the pads from you.

>"Now give me your best shot."

 

>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."

>Throwing the pads at you, 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.

>And as she glares at you, you're already putting 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?"

>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."

>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."

>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?"

"Okay, then why did you put the hitting pads away?"

>"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."

>Glaring angrily at you, she yells at you, while point 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 you."

 

>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."

>Preparing yourself, 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"

>Before you can finish your question, you get a fist to your stomach.

>Doubled over once again, 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?"

"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."

>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."

>"That's it twerp, clothes off. Now!" she barks at you.