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>Day long division in Equestria.
>You are Cheerilee and it has been quite the long month to say the least.
>You've long since accepted that Ponyville has been, and would always be the nexus of some strange happenings, what with it being the home to national heroes and crazies, on the edge of an impossible to control forest, a newly crowned Alicorn who was also the personal student of Celestia herself, the spirit of chaos having moved in recently, and everything else, but truth be told, you never expected that weirdness to focus around ~you~.
>But alas, it appeared that it was now your turn.
>You weren't too clear on the details, but it all started due to a prank gone wrong. Some absolute rip in the fabric of space time due to Discord and Rainbow Dash switching out something in one of her experiments, and well...
>Well the rest is history you suppose.
>And now here he was. Some creature who went by the name of anon. A child from another universe just ripped straight from his home.
>You felt so sorry for the poor thing.
>That is, until everything was unloaded into your hooves.
>Twilight and Princess Celestia approached you personally, saying they couldn't think of anypony more qualified to take care of the child while they researched a way to return him home.
>Of course you accepted.
>One does not simply deny the Princess of Equestria when she requests something of you after all.
>At first you were...
>Well, upset is such a harsh word.
>Less than pleased with the situation would be a good way to put it.
>Your wages from teaching afforded you a nice house, for a single mare.
>Put a child in the mix and suddenly everything was much too small.
>But you would persevere, because this po- err... this human needed your help.
>Which meant you would take care of him at home, and his education.
>No filly would go without an education. Not on your watch.
>Not too say the entire situation wasn't a hooful.
>Which brings you to what's happening now:
>A crying Anon and a very beat up Snips and Snails.
>"Now Anon, I understand you were upset, but physical violence is no way to solve a dispute!" You say in your sternest teacher voice.
"But M-miss Cheerilee! They were c-calling me a monster!" he sniffed.
>You sigh and draw young anon into a brief hug.
>"There there. I'll be having a talk with them next. This isn't the first time something has happened with them. But that does not excuse your actions either. You're built differently than them, and you could have really hurt somepony."
>You took a look over Anon. Not only was it true that he was built differently, he also appeared to be growing faster than the other foals. His appearance wasn't unsightly, at least not to you. It was as if someone shrunk a minotaur and corrected all the strange proportions. Sure he looked strange if you compared him to a pony... but he didn't look strange in your eyes. Not at all.
>You give one last squeeze. "Look, we'll talk about your punishment later. Thankfully nopony was hurt... much." You glance over at Snails who is now sporting a black eye, and Snips who is holding an icepack on his head. "For now just calm down and then we'll get back to class, alright?"
>He lets out another sniff and does his best to smile at you.
>Your heart melts.
>A quick glance around shows that nopony is looking this way, the other children are all inside, and the troublemaking duo are too concerned with their own injuries.
>You give anon a quick peck on the forehead and ruffle his hair. "Don't you worry, I'll protect you."
>And with that you go over to give a stern talking to Snips and Snails.
>Sure they got the worst of it... but how DARE they insult your Anon.
>You simply would not stand for that.
>School has finally been let out.
>Only Snips, Snails, and Anon remain.
>And you of course.
>You think you've punished Snips and Snails enough, you can tell their hooves are starting to cramp up from writing so many lines.
>You make a mental note to also talk to their parents later.
>You still haven't thought of a suitable punishment for Anon though.
>"Snips, Snails? I think that's enough. I hope you've learned a lesson from this."
"Yes miss Cheerilee." they drone.
>There's no sincerity at all there, but you've done what you can. The rest will be up to their parents.
>They quickly gather up their things and sprint out the door. You shake your head and turn to Anon. "You ready to go home?"
"Yes miss Cheerilee!" he nods, running up next to you.
>You give him a playful swat with the papers you were currently packing up.
>"How many times have I told you? After class ends you don't have to call me 'miss' anymore?" You say with a playful smirk.
"Okayyyyy... Cheerilee." He rolls his eyes.
>You nod, that was much better.
>Not that you didn't enjoy the respect from the foals, but coming from Anon it just felt... wrong... to you.
>You weren't quite sure why, but that was a problem for a later day.
>Soon enough you have all your things packed up and are ready to go.
>You smile. "Oh Anon?"
"Yeah?" he asks.
>"Your punishment for your actions today is going to be..." you pause for dramatic effect, hearing Anon gulp audibly.
>"Helping me cook dinner."
"NOOO- wait... how is that a punishment?" Anon tilts his head.
>"Because Anon... it's going to ~only~ be vegatables... and you have to eat ALL of it."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Anon falls on his knees and belts out.
>You know it's really not that bad of a punishment, and you think Anon knows that too.
>But you can't help but tease him.
>He sighs and resigns himself to his fate, joining in walking alongside you.
>This has been a hectic month, but... looking at Anon? It has been worth it.
>It's finally the weekend.
>And you ~finally~ have some peace and quiet time to yourself.
>It seems that the Cutie Mark Crusaders have taken a liking to Anon. Hopefully not just because they want to get their "Befriending Humans" cutie marks.
>They're currently out at their clubhouse at Sweet Apple Acres, and this means that you have the entire house to yourself.
>You've already treated yourself to a bubble bath, put on some relaxing music, and are now curled up with an absolutely wonderful and intellectual book on the bed.
>...
>Okay so it was a trashy romance novel you borrowed from Miss Rarity.
>Let it never be said you didn't have any vices.
>A mare had needs!
>You pour over the pages, enthralled.
>It's finally gotten to the... steamy... part of the novel.
>The mare had cornered the rugged stallion, and he was helpless under her charm.
>You enjoyed the strong female leads.
>The stallion had given in, their tongues were intertwining, they fell to the ground, lost in their passions.
>You feel your own breath get heavier. You look around nervously. The blinds are all closed, you remembered to lock the doors. You gulp and continue reading.
>The scene has gotten very hot and heavy. You feel one of your hooves creep down under your stomach.
>By the sun, you couldn't remember the last time you had done something like this...
>Your hoof starts working itself up and down, and before long the book has fallen off the bed.
>The story has given way to the fantasy in your mind.
>You're currently pinning down a gorgeous stallion, but he's wrestling for control.
>Both your hooves are working furiously, trying to grip the other tighter to your own body.
>You're rubbing his beautiful hair, and he slips one hand between your legs and you shudder.
>The fingers on your body already make you convulse in pleasure, and you bite your lip, waiting for the moment Anon-
>With a shock your eyes launch open and your hoof- your OTHER hoof launches up to your mouth with a gasp.
>Did... did you really just imagine that?
>You're lying on the bed panting, so close to relief... but after that...
>Did you really just imagine Anon like that?
>You feel a bit sick and look at your hooves in betrayal.
>That couldn't be... You couldn't possibly think of him like that.
>You were his caretaker.
>It must've been simply because you hadn't gone out on a proper date in forever that your mind had just filled in the position with the male closest to you...
>Yeah. that must have been it.
>You were pretty sure some psychologist somewhere had said something about that.
>That was your story and you were sticking to it, at least.
>You quickly trotted to the bathroom and washed up... again.
>There wasn't anyway you were finishing now.
>You look at yourself in the mirror and shake your head.
>You, Cheerilee, were ~NOT~ desperate. You simply were waiting for the right stallion to come along. The fact that you had such thoughts didn't mean anything.
>It was like a dream. Ponies dream strange things all the time.
>You frowned. You needed to do something to get your mind off of this.
>Maybe a walk would do you good?
>You sniff the air, just to make sure and satisfied, set out to the park.
>While walking through town you do your best to try and take a look for any eligible bachelors hanging around.
>This whole Anon situation has really deviated your schedule.
>Your mom had been constantly nagging you about how your biological clock was ticking, and it was past time you had settled down with somepony.
>You of course had told her it was none of her business, but that didn't mean you didn't take what she had said to heart.
>Mom's always right after all.
>Unfortunately, the only ones you saw were Big Mac, which ended disastrously, no thanks to the CMC, Dr. Hooves, whom you suspected was going out with the mailmare, but dissapeared so often you couldn't confirm that rumor, and Davenport whose personality was about as interesting as his Quills and Sofas store.
>Before you know it you've already walked all the way across town in front of Carousel Boutique.
>This walk has done wonders for your nerves. You feel much better already.
>That reminds you. Rarity had been working on another set of clothes for Anonymous. You might as well check on how they were coming.
>You give a quick knock and open the door, the bell above the door signaling your arrival.
"Now, remember girls... and boy, behaves yourselves!"
"Cutie Mark Crusader Fashion Assistants! Yay!" You hear a chorus of voices shout.
>You freeze for a moment. They were here? Of all places in Ponyville...
>There's no point in staying frozen halfway through the door, you realize.
>You enter and push the door shut behind you, and sure enough the three most destructive fillies in the entire town are staring at you with giant smiles, and on the end of them stands Anon.
"Howdy Miss Cheerilee!" Applebloom nearly shouts at you! "How do you need help with uh, err, what are..."
"What can we help you with?" Sweetie Belle says, shoving Applebloom out of the way.
>You stifle a laugh as Anon drops his head into his palm. A 'facepalm' he called it. It seemed to be his favorite action when hanging out with the disaster trio.
>"Actually, I'm here to pick up some clothes for Anon here.
"Oh!" you hear a cry from the back, "I'll be there in a moment Cheerilee! Prepare to be amazed!"
"What's wrong with the clothes I have?" Anon scrunches up his face.
>You try to resist the urge to think about how adorable he looks... and fail miserably.
>Before anything else can happen, Rarity bursts through the back door with dozens of different articles of clothing floating around her.
>Your eyes widen. Anon had only asked you for one or two more outfits, and some pajamas, but this was a veritable wardrobe.
>"Rarity," you gasp, "You didn't..."
"Oh nonsense," she waves you off. "How often does one get the chance to design such new and interesting clothing! I was simply struck by... ~inspiration~"
>Before long you get everything squared away in a wagon Rarity is lending to you.
>You tell Anon to have fun and, of course, be careful, before heading off.
>You breathe a sigh of relief as you start off. You knew what had happened earlier was just a fluke. A trick of your mind. Anon was your responsibility, not your...
>Your ears flick back as you hear a crash from behind you.
>Turning around you catch the sight of three fillies tailed by Anon running as if their tails were on fire.
"I'llbebackintimefordinnerokayCheerilee?Greatthanksbye!"
>You sigh as they speed off. When will they learn.
>The trek back across town is a lot less relaxing. Who knew clothes were so heavy? It certainly wasn't thanks to the fact you haven't exercised in a long time, not at all.
>But eventually you make it, pack away all of Anon's clothes, and get to work on dinner.
>And sure enough, before long you hear the door swing open.
"I'm hooome!" Anon shouts.
>You trot over to the entryway to find a very dirty and very sweaty Anon.
>"Anon! What in Equestria happened?"
"Well, after Rarity got mad we decided that we should probably go hide somewhere, so we decided that the best place would be in Twilights library. Long story short Scootaloo did something to a book and then Twilight started chasing us. Also apparently Applebloom skipped out on her chores this morning so soon enough we had Applejack chasing us too. We decided to go with everypony for themselves, and we all ran off. But no one was after me, so I figured I'd just come home."
>"Well, fillies will be filles I suppose. But as for you young man, you need to wash up for dinner. Your new clothes are already in your room."
>He smiles and runs past you into the house, heading for his room.
>As he passes you by you smell something... ~amazing~ for lack of a better word...
>Your eyebrows raise in surprise... that couldn'tve been...
>You shake your head. Can't forget about the food on the stove.
>You head back to the kitchen, and soon enough you hear the running water of the shower.
>You continue preparing the dishes, but that smell is lingering at the back of your mind.
>It wasn't any smell you could place... it just smelled... good.
>Good didn't do it justice. You ~needed~ that smell.
>You bite your lower lip and look behind you towards the hall.
>You look back at the soup on the stove... and resolve to only be a minute.
>You trot over to Anon's room, and see his clothes thrown haphazardly all over the floor. The bathroom door is shut, and you can hear running water behind it.
>You quickly pick up Anon's shirt and give it a cursory wiff.
>Your eyes nearly fall out of your sockets.
>Was... was this Anon's smell?
>How had you not noticed it before?
>Despite a warning siren blaring in the back of your mind, you burrow your snout into the shirt and inhale deeply.
>You aren't quite sure how long you sit there with Anon's shirt... but you're brought back to reality when you hear the shower turn off.
>You drop Anon's shirt back on the bed and walk as quickly as you can back to the kitchen.
>You start dishing out dinner at the table while trying to cram what just happened into the furthest recesses of your mind.
>You were not one of those ponies that you saw in the news who had done terrible things to poor colts and fillies. You were better than that. They were bad ponies.
>You were not a bad pony.
>You were a good pony.
>Good ponies didn't like colts.
>But...
>Anon wasn't a colt.
>Anon wasn't a pony at all.
>Anon was a human.
>Maybe...
>Maybe it was different?
>Maybe it was-
>You take a sharp intake of breath as you nearly drop the plate you're carrying.
>You stare at the food with an almost betrayed look on your face.
>Where was your mind headed with those thoughts...?
>You shake your head. You'll deal with that later... for now...
>"Dinner's ready!" You shout.
"Cooooming!"
>Dinner is thankfully uneventful.
>Anon tells you about the rest of his day, before everything went crazy with the CMC, and talks about how excited he is about next week's talent show.
>You amuse him of stories of how the talent show was a near complete disaster last year thanks to the antics of some particular fillies.
>Before long the food is all gone, and Anon is reading a book at the dinner table while you're taking care of dishes.
>After a while Anon finally breaks the silence.
"Hey... Cheerilee?"
>"Hmmm?" you hum, hooves working away at a particularly tough spot on a plate.
"Do... when do you think I'll be able to g-go home?"
>Uh oh... You frown. He had been doing well not thinking about it, but you knew you couldn't avoid that topic forever.
>You quickly dry off your hooves and trot over to the table, dishes could wait.
>"Anon," you say, wrapping your hooves around him. "Princess Twilight and Princess Celestia are doing their best, you just have to have faith."
>You look down into his face and your heart almost breaks. Tears are forming in his eyes. You gently brush one away, "And... and you'll always have a home here with me Anon."
>He returns the hug and your heart nearly pounds right out of your chest.
"Thanks Cheerilee." he sniffles.
>You give him one last squeeze and a reassuring smile before going back over to the dishes.
>Though you try to appear relaxed and composed as a few small sniffles ring out behind you, your brain is working a mile a minute.
>Before you have any time to discover any thread of coherency in your thoughts, you notice your mouth is speaking again.
>"Anon... if... if you want. I mean if you would like..." At this point your brain was screaming at you to just stop right where you were, but it was already too late, "you could sleep with me tonight, if that would make you feel better."
>You glance over your shoulder, doing your best to give him a reassuring smile while your brain self-destructs.
>Anon looks at you with a confused look.
"But... my mom said I was too old for that kind of stuff."
>You scoff, "Dear... that's... that's nonsense." You could only hope your face wasn't looking like Twilight's when she tried to smile after not getting any sleep.
"Is it okay?"
>"Of course it's okay!" You reassure him. "Whenever there was a lightning storm I would always crawl into my parents bed, and I did that until I was far older than you are now."
>You don't actually remember if that was the case, but you figure a well meaning white lie is fine in this situation.
>Your eye twitches as your brain raises a red flag. You are currently telling lies to a child to rationalize that it is okay to sleep with you ~IN AN ENTIRELY PLATONIC MANNER~ you scream at yourself.
"Well, alright." Anon says.
>Too late to back out now. You argue with yourself.
>You finish with the dishes and tell Anon to enjoy his book while you grade some of the assignments from the week.
>But you're so distracted by... thoughts... that you barely make it through a quarter of them before you see Anon yawning out of the corner of your eye.
>"Oh my, is it time to sleep already." you smile, "you better get ready for bed. You could even try your new pajamas tonight."
>Anon nods and puts his book down. You wait for him to amble out of the room before speeding to your room.
>You quickly pick up certain... reading material... that you forgot you had left on the floor of your room, and chuck it into the nearest closet.
>You wouldn't want Anon stumbling on that book... in both meanings of the word.
>Before long you hear a voice from the hall.
"Cheerilee?"
>"In here!" you call
>Anon opens the door. His pajamas are covered in a star and moon pattern, with twisting nebula all over.
>"Oh those look wonderful. We'll have to thank Rarity for making those next time we see her."
>Anon nods at you. You hop up on the bed and pat it, signaling Anon to join you.
>Anon quickly hops up to join you. You turn off the light as he squeezes under the cover, and you resist the urge to squee at the sight of him.
>"See? Now isn't this better? Sometimes all you need is somepony to be there for you. And I'll always be there for you Anon." you say as you pull the covers up to you.
"Yeah... this is kinda nice." Anon says. "And... thank you Cheeriliee."
>You stretch a hoof out and place it on Anon's arm. "Of course. Goodnight Anon."
"G'night Cheerilee." he says rolling over to face you.
>'If only it were that easy,' you think to yourself.
>You lie awake as motionless as possible.
>Before long Anon's breathing has become deep and rhythmic.
>You slowly pull yourself over to Anon's sleeping form and move one hoof around him, tugging him towards you.
>He complies, rolling into your chest and waiting hooves.
>You wrap both hooves around him now, place your chin atop his head and breathe deeply.
>All of your senses are screaming at you. You can't even interpret your own thoughts anymore.
>Right now you don't care if anything is right or wrong, you just want to stay here as long as possible.
>You need Anon. You realize that now.
>You aren't sure exactly how you mean that... but you know you need him. The thought of him going back home makes your eyes start to water, and you start to sniffle.
>After a while, you calm your emotions and rub one hoof on Anon's back.
>He's here right now, and that's what matters.
>And so you finally fall asleep, clutching Anon to you as tight as possible...
(END OF PART 1)
(PART 2)
>You vaguely hear a rooster crow in the distance, and instinctively shut your eyes harder and try to pull the covers over your head.
>At least until you feel something squirm under your hooves.
>Your eyes shoot open as you freeze.
>Anon is still fast asleep in your forelegs.
>You're almost afraid to take a breath right now for fear of waking him.
>Do you slowly move to the other side of the bed? Do you simply pretend to go back to sleep and listen to the sound of his breathing?
>...
>That sounded far less creepy in your head.
>Before you can decide, Anon rolls over and puts an arm over you and pulls himself back into the warmth of your chest.
>You suddenly have an idea.
>You very... verrrrry slowly work your hoof out from under Anon, and work as much space inbetween the two of you as possible without disturbing his arm.
>You then boop him on the nose with your now free hooves.
>He scrunches up his nose and makes an adorable face... but stays asleep.
>Looks like you have to bring out the big guns.
>"Anoooon." you say in a sing song voice as you poke him again, "Time to get uuuup."
"MMMmfndunwana."
>"Well you may not have to, but I've got to get breakfast started, and while I'm very glad you enjoyed sleeping in my bed, you're going to have to let go of me." you smirk.
>His eyes shoot open and take in the situation at hoof.
"Oh auh!" he blurts out as he takes his hand off you and blushes.
>You grin. What better way for this to turn out then to make Anon think he was the one who started to cuddle you in his sleep.
>You ruffle his hair as you crawl out of bed.
>Anon is still bright red and staring down at the covers.
>You wonder what he's thinking about...
>And then you hear a growl from across the room.
>Anon somehow becomes more red than before.
>"I take it you want some breakfast?"
>He nods sheepishly.
>"Pancakes or waffles?"
".....Waffles please."
>"Coming right up!"
>You prance off, leaving Anon to his thoughts.
>A large stack of waffles later, and Anon finally emerges.
>His hair is sticking up on one side of his head, and you can't help but giggle at it when he enters the room.
>Anon pours some syrup on them and starts scarfing them down immediately.
>"So Anon," you rest your hooves on the table, "what are your plans for today?"
>He stops mid bite and his eyes open wide.
"Uhhh... I was gonna hang out with... uh... Rumble and Pip... yeah."
>Your eyes narrow a bit. Being a teacher had it's perks, and you could smell lies and half-truths from a mile away.
>This one wasn't an outright lie, but you could tell there was definitely more to the story. But you decide to not call him out this time. Sun knows you lied to your parents enough when you were young.
>"Oh that sounds fun! Rumble and Pip are much more responsible than the filly trio you were hanging out with yesterday at least." You see Anon gulp at this and you smile on the inside, "Do you know where you'll be playing?"
"Uh, the park, I think."
>You stare at him for a moment longer. At least that part appears to be true.
>"Alright, let me know if you need anything, and of course be sure to be home by dinner."
>He nods, and goes back to wolfing down his waffles.
>You briefly wonder where the saying 'wolfing down' something came from... it was so barbaric...
>You shake your head. You seem to be getting distracted easily these days.
>The two of you finish the rest of your breakfast in silence. Anon finishes and rushes off to his room, most likely to get ready for the day.
>You sigh, he used to just want to stay inside with you before he knew anypony, but now he went out nearly every day.
>You were happy he was making friends, but you of course felt a bit lonely.
>And unfortunately you have a bunch more papers to grade, so your morning is mostly shot, so you can't take Anon anywhere as an excuse.
>You sigh. First things first you'll take care of those papers. Then you'll think about what to do next.
>Anon bursts out of his room and hugs you goodbye, sporting his new clothes.
>You tell him to be careful, and hunker down in your room to deal with the massive stack of papers.
>Finally you place the last of the papers into the 'graded' pile.
>Thankfully it only takes you until...
>You look up at the clock.
>1 o'clock.
>You stand up and stretch everything you can think of, hearing a few pops from your back and neck.
>You wonder what Anon is up to.
>He said he was going to the park, you could walk by there while 'going to lunch'.
>With a nod, you set out. A few ponies call to you, but you make sure to cut the conversations as short as possible.
>You were on a mission.
>Of sorts...
>Thankfully Ponyville seems to be in one of its rare 'calm' moods, and you reach the Park without too much trouble.
>You take a quick trot around the park.
>Lyra is practicing her lyre, Flitter and Cloudchaser are playing frisbee, and it looks like Fluttershy is feeding the squirrels...
>But no sign of Rumble, Pip, or Anon.
>At least, not until you hear a hushed, "whoa." from behind a couple of bushes and trees.
>Curious, you slowly creep up to the edge of the bushes and peer over them.
>You see the back of a small grey pegasus with wings fully extended.
"Move over, let me see!" says Pip as he jams himself next to Rumble, looking at something on the ground.
"Next page?" Anon says.
>They both nod, and you hear the faint crinkle of magazine pages turning.
>Oh my...
>Where they doing what you think they were doing?
"Eep!" Pip blushes and hides his eyes with his hooves, and then peeks through them.
"Ew." Rumble says.
>Rumble reaches his hoof down-
"Dude wait, let me see this one!" Anon says. You see his hand reach for something on the ground.
"Seriously?" Rumble turns to Anon, "She's old enough to be my mom or something."
"S-shut up." Anon says.
"Whatever puffs your cloud." Rumble shrugs.
>Well, well, well.
>It looked like your precious Anon had stirrings of his own.
>It was perfectly normal for colts his age, you knew that, of course.
>But here in the park? That was no place for a colt to learn about your- you mean ~the~ female body.
>You raise yourself up to full height now.
>"Rumble, Pipsqueak, and Anonymous, what in Equestria do you think you three are doing?"
"Eep!"
"Miss Cheerilee!"
"Oh shit!"
>You see Anon quickly try to hide something behind his back, but their faces quickly realize that they're too late.
>You step through the bushes and simply put on your best 'stern' face and hold out your hoof.
>Anon finally breaks down, kicks the ground and reveals the magazine from behind him.
>You grab it and look at the cover, making a very quick mental note about which part of the magazine they were in before it closed.
>"Playcolt," you laugh, "why am I not surprised?"
>You wave the magazine. "Well I am certainly confiscating this, and you can be sure your parents will be hearing about this."
>A collective gasp echos from the two ponies.
"No!" the boys beg you.
>"I'm afraid while colts your age may have urges for these kinds of things, these magazines are for older colts for a reason. Where did you get this?"
>You stare down at the three boys. You see Rumble flinch when your stare passes over him.
>"Rumble..." you warn.
"My... my brother Thunderlane. I took it from his room. He doesn't know."
>"Well then I'll be sure to give him a lecture on keeping materials like this out of young hooves in the future."
>"And as for you Anon, we'll be talking about this once we get home."
>Anon still won't meet your eyes, and nods dejectedly. It takes all your willpower not to rush over and hug him and tell him everything is going to be okay and he isn't in trouble.
>At least not the type he thinks he is in. You lick your lips...
>And shake your head. Bad Cheerilee! Not those thoughts again!
(NON CLOP)
>Before long you've sent the other boys on their ways back home, and you're now heading back to your home with Anon in tow.
>The walk passes in unfortunate awkward silence.
>You can see Anon's face contort in fear and dejection a few times during the walk. No doubt imagining possible punishments that will be dished out soon.
>Reaching your home, you open the door and usher Anon in first.
>You close the door behind you two and motion to the kitchen.
>Anon sits down, and immediately starts trying to bargain with you.
"Cheerilee I can explai-"
>You put you hoof up to his mouth and shush him.
>"Anon... there's nothing to worry about. You're not in trouble."
"I.... I'm not?"
>You shake your head. "No. All boys your age have urges, that's fine. I'm a teacher Anon, it's even my job to educate young mares and colts about the changes happening in their bodies when they're becoming adults."
>You sigh, "Anon... I'm here for you. I just want to make sure you grow up in a safe environment... like your mom would want for you."
>You suddenly hear a sniff. You almost slap your face into your hoof. Of course if you bring up his mom he's going to be upset you dolt.
>You move over and rub Anon on the back. "There there dear, I'm sorry."
>Without warning, Anon throws his arms around you.
"Chee-Cheerilee?" he sniffs.
>"W-what? Err.. yes?"
"Can... can I... just for right now... pretend you're my mom?" Anon asks.
>And just like that, it feels like you've been bucked in the guts. How ~COULD~ you Cheerilee. You selfish SELFISH mare. Here you are having perverse thoughts when Anon needed not... not whatever it was your mind was thinking off...
>But just love.
>"Of course dear." you say, hugging back.
>You weren't quite sure what was inspiring these thoughts... but you would be strong. You wouldn't act on them. For Anon.
>Because you loved him.
>...
>Not in that way, brain.
(NON CLOP END)
(CLOP)
>Before long you've sent the other boys on their ways back home, and you're now heading back to your home with Anon in tow.
>The walk passes in unfortunate awkward silence.
>You can see Anon's face contort in fear and dejection a few times during the walk. No doubt imagining possible punishments that will be dished out soon.
>You can think of a few punishments you'd like to administer.
>Reaching your home you usher in Anon, and quickly shut ~and~ lock the door behind the two of you.
>You point Anon to his room and tell him you'll be in to talk to him shortly.
>He shuffles off, and you quickly slide into the kitchen, breathing heavily.
>Are you really doing this? It almost feels like you're no longer in control of your own actions.
>You slam the magazine on the table and flip through it as quick as possible.
Coming to roughly the middle, you find a middle aged unicorn that looks like she's been painted to look like twilight sparkle lifting her tail displaying... well... everything.
>You ~think~ this is the one Anon was looking at? You look down at yourself. You're not too different in terms of coloring compared to Twilight Sparkle. She's a bit more purple. And yes she has a horn. But.. maybe...
>You shut the magazine and take a few deep breaths.
>You turn towards Anon's room.
>Your brain screams that this is a terrible idea but your heart quickly shuts it up.
>Well... your heart... and your nether region.
>You open Anon's door. He's sitting on the side of his bed swinging his feet.
>"Anon?"
>His head perks up to look at you.
"Cheerilee... I-"
>"Anon... you know I'm not angry at you right?"
"Wha-buh? You're not?"
>You shake your head and give a reassuring smile. Surprisingly, this one comes easily to you.
>"Boys your age are bound to be interested in things like that. It's just those materials are meant for older colts. Boys your age are still figuring out how they feel about things like that and how their bodies are changing."
>"And... and it's my job as a teacher to educate you about those changes." you start to close the distance between you and Anon. "You could've come to me at anytime Anon. You know I'd help you... You know I love you... right?" You can almost feel yourself winking constantly... You're burning up just looking at Anon.
>Anon is looking at you with a slightly confused look, but he nods at you.
>You close the distance even more. You can feel your eyes go half-lidded. You're near face to face with Anon right now. He gulps visibly.
>"You know you're... my little Anon... right?"
>And with that you lean forward. Pucker up...
>And plant a giant kiss on his forehead.
>You couldn't do it. You couldn't force that... force YOURSELF on Anon like that.
>You step back and Anon looks a little... dissapointed?
>It must be your brain playing tricks on you now. As if those damn rebellious thoughts weren't enough.
>"But, you're still grounded in your room until dinner." you smile, pinching your back legs together. If you stayed in here any longer you were going to find it hard to stand pretty soon.
"What! But I thought you said you weren't mad!"
>"I'm not. But Playcolt is for ponies who are over 18 years old. You aren't that old yet now are you?"
>He harumphs and crosses his arms.
"That's not fair!"
>"Life isn't fair sweetie." you say as you ruffle his hair.
"Uuuugh!" he groans and flops back onto his bed.
>You quickly spin around and rush out of his room as fast as possible.
>You pause just for a moment and peek your head back into his room.
>"I'll be in my room grading papers if you ~absolutely~ need me Anon, but unless it's an emergency you're to stay in here until dinner, understand?"
>A grunt is the only response you get.
>With that you shut his door (a bit louder than you intended), and gallop to your room.
>You nearly kick open the door and rush into your room and jump on your bed.
>You can feel your hoof between your hind legs before you land on the blankets.
>You weren't far enough gone to do anything to Anon, but at this point you sure as Tartarus could do it yourself.
>A small whinny escapes your throat as all the images and scenarios you had been pushing out of your mind rush in in full force. You bite down hard on the pillow in front of you. You can't let Anon hear you like this...
>Although the thought of him hearing you just gets you more excited at this point.
>You can feel your hoof getting wetter by the moment. You're already starting to sweat up a storm.
>A "Nnnonnnn" squeezes through your teeth as you start to work your hooves faster.
>Your chest it heaving at this point.
>You're imagining Anon doing anything and everything to you at this point. Running his hands all over you, tasting you, entering you.
>This feels ten times more amazing then yesterday already.
>You start bucking your hips into your hooves, anything to get that little extra bit of motion. Your mind is on fire. Your mouth is drooling. Your brain is simultaneously blanking out and filled with nothing but Anon. Your-
"Cheer...ilee?"
>You freeze.
>Oh no.
>No.
>Nonono
>NONONONONONO
>You turn your head slowly.
>Sure enough... Anon is standing in your doorway.
"Your... door wasn't shut. And I heard noises..."
>"NNnNnn!" you spit out the pillow. "Anon! T-this isn't what-! You're out of your room! You're not supposed to see! Oh Celestia oh no this isn't what I wanted-"
>You frantically scramble to clutch for the blankets around you and look at Anon. He's looking at you with a huge blush on his face.
>Although probably not as big as yours...
>And all of a sudden Anon starts walking towards the bed.
>Your eyes go as wide as saucers. "Anon! No! G-go back to your room this instant!" your voice cracks.
"Cheerilee... you know Rumble has a crush on Applebloom. And Pip has a crush on Silver Spoon."
>You gulp. Your brain is past the point of no return. Discord himself couldn't make you feel this crazy.
"But... I think they're stupid." Anon continues as he gets closer to the bed. "I think mares my age are stupid."
"But... but my teacher isn't stupid. She's beautiful and smart and out of all the ponies I like her the best."
>And that was it. The dam broke. The barn collapsed. The experiment exploded. Your jaw dropped.
>"W-what?"
>And then he lunged forward and kissed you.
>It was sloppy, terrible, and you think your teeth clanked together for a moment.
>It was the best damn kiss of your entire bucking life.
>"Nnnyeh." you break away, panting. Your eyes are staring at Anon wide with confusion.
>"Anon... I... you... why... what... how?"
"Uh..." The blush has reached his ears at this point and you can only think of how it should be illegal for any living thing to be this adorable. "The ponies at school one time played spin the bottle at Applebloom's clubhouse and I was there so I got to try it out... sorry if I messed up."
>"That's not... what I meant. The kiss was fine... I mean-" You shake your head. That is not taking control of this situation Cheerilee that is only MAKING IT WORSE.
"Cheerilee... I like you. A lot."
>And with that sentence nothing else mattered.
>You wanted this.
>You NEEDED this.
>You lean in to kiss him...
>And back away at the last second, unsure.
>Only for Anon to lean back into her and try to kiss her again.
>Unfortunately... or perhaps fortunately, this was right when you reeled your head back, still unable to fathom the situation, resulting in Anon kissing your neck, shooting a wave of pleasure coursing through your body.
>That was it, you couldn't take it anymore.
>If you were going to be sent to Tartarus then at least you were going to enjoy every second of it.
>You lunge at Anon and lock him into a kiss, one hoof wrapping around the back of his head, pulling him in deeper.
>Your tongue lashes out with a vengeance and Anon gasps in surprise, giving you entrance to his mouth.
>His tongue is overpowered by yours at first, but thankfully he's a smart boy and a fast learner.
>Your other hoof traced Anon's body, unwilling to let go of the kiss to use sight to aid you.
>You soon enough find Anon's legs, and quickly position your hoof in-between them.
>You start rubbing, and sure enough you can feel a bulge start to grow as Anon moans next to you. It may not be large, but it's Anon's, and that's all that matters to you.
>You finally break the kiss and pull Anon fully onto the bed and push him under you.
>"I... I need you Anon."
>He nods breathlessly, and that's good enough for you.
>You quickly pull off his pants and sure enough Anon's member is standing at attention.
>You'd call it cute if you didn't think that would ruin the mood.
>You lean fully onto Anon and slowly slide your body down, taking him in fully.
>Sure he wasn't the biggest... but right now, he was the perfect size.
>You hear him groan in pleasure and smile.
"A-am I doing this right?"
>You snap your attention back to Anon and rub your face on his cheek, placing your mouth right by his ear.
>"If you really want to feel good Anon... then listen to teacher."
>You start bucking up and down and using one of your hooves to help guide Anon's hips up and down.
>Soon enough he doesn't even need your guidance anymore, not that you could offer.
>Electricity was shooting through your body at this point. You were moaning and wailing and all but screaming now. Your tongue was lolling so far out of your mouth it would've put Pinkie Pie to shame.
>"Fffffffeathers!" you swear. You're gasping for breath at this point, but you can tell Anon is close. His body is tensing beneath you, but you aren't quite done yet.
>With a shaking hoof you guide one of his hands to your clitoris and start moving it up and down.
>Before long he gets the hang of that too, and the pleasure nearly makes your eyes roll up in your head.
>Your entire body shudders as you finally achieve release... but you're not done yet. Anon still needs you.
>You clench all your muscles in your lower body, tightening as much as you can around Anon and leaning back into him and kissing him deeply.
>You come up for a quick breath, ready to go back in, when Anon tightens.
"Chee-" is all he gets out before he can't hold it anymore.
>"YES!" you cry as he cums. You can feel the hot fluid flowing through you, and you never imagined it could feel this wonderful.
>You collapse next to Anon, taking a moment to catch your breath.
>Your eyes are locked with Anon's, and you simply smile at him.
"W-whoa..."
>You wrap your hooves around the exhausted Anon. "Would you like to sleep with me again Anon?"
>His chest is heaving as he nods slowly at you.
>You pull him close to your chest and give him a quick peck on the forehead.
>"I love you... my little Anon."
"I love you too Cheerilee."
>You smile. You were ruined if anypony ever found out. You'd be locked up, and the key would be thrown away.
>And it would all be worth it for this boy.
(CLOP END)

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>Day long division in Equestria.
>You are Cheerilee and it has been quite the long month to say the least.
>You've long since accepted that Ponyville has been, and would always be the nexus of some strange happenings, what with it being the home to national heroes and crazies, on the edge of an impossible to control forest, a newly crowned Alicorn who was also the personal student of Celestia herself, the spirit of chaos having moved in recently, and everything else, but truth be told, you never expected that weirdness to focus around ~you~.
>But alas, it appeared that it was now your turn.
>You weren't too clear on the details, but it all started due to a prank gone wrong. Some absolute rip in the fabric of space time due to Discord and Rainbow Dash switching out something in one of her experiments, and well...
>Well the rest is history you suppose.
>And now here he was. Some creature who went by the name of anon. A child from another universe just ripped straight from his home. 
>You felt so sorry for the poor thing.
>That is, until everything was unloaded into your hooves.
>Twilight and Princess Celestia approached you personally, saying they couldn't think of anypony more qualified to take care of the child while they researched a way to return him home.
>Of course you accepted.
>One does not simply deny the Princess of Equestria when she requests something of you after all.
>At first you were...
>Well, upset is such a harsh word.
>Less than pleased with the situation would be a good way to put it.
>Your wages from teaching afforded you a nice house, for a single mare.
>Put a child in the mix and suddenly everything was much too small.
>But you would persevere, because this po- err... this human needed your help.
>Which meant you would take care of him at home, and his education.
>No filly would go without an education. Not on your watch.
>Not too say the entire situation wasn't a hooful. 
>Which brings you to what's happening now:
>A crying Anon and a very beat up Snips and Snails.
>"Now Anon, I understand you were upset, but physical violence is no way to solve a dispute!" You say in your sternest teacher voice.
"But M-miss Cheerilee! They were c-calling me a monster!" he sniffed.
>You sigh and draw young anon into a brief hug.
>"There there. I'll be having a talk with them next. This isn't the first time something has happened with them. But that does not excuse your actions either. You're built differently than them, and you could have really hurt somepony."
>You took a look over Anon. Not only was it true that he was built differently, he also appeared to be growing faster than the other foals. His appearance wasn't unsightly, at least not to you. It was as if someone shrunk a minotaur and corrected all the strange proportions. Sure he looked strange if you compared him to a pony... but he didn't look strange in your eyes. Not at all.
>You give one last squeeze. "Look, we'll talk about your punishment later. Thankfully nopony was hurt... much." You glance over at Snails who is now sporting a black eye, and Snips who is holding an icepack on his head. "For now just calm down and then we'll get back to class, alright?"
>He lets out another sniff and does his best to smile at you.
>Your heart melts.
>A quick glance around shows that nopony is looking this way, the other children are all inside, and the troublemaking duo are too concerned with their own injuries.
>You give anon a quick peck on the forehead and ruffle his hair. "Don't you worry, I'll protect you."
>And with that you go over to give a stern talking to Snips and Snails.
>Sure they got the worst of it... but how DARE they insult your Anon.
>You simply would not stand for that.

>School has finally been let out.
>Only Snips, Snails, and Anon remain.
>And you of course.
>You think you've punished Snips and Snails enough, you can tell their hooves are starting to cramp up from writing so many lines.
>You make a mental note to also talk to their parents later.
>You still haven't thought of a suitable punishment for Anon though.
>"Snips, Snails? I think that's enough. I hope you've learned a lesson from this."
"Yes miss Cheerilee." they drone.
>There's no sincerity at all there, but you've done what you can. The rest will be up to their parents.
>They quickly gather up their things and sprint out the door. You shake your head and turn to Anon. "You ready to go home?"
"Yes miss Cheerilee!" he nods, running up next to you.
>You give him a playful swat with the papers you were currently packing up.
>"How many times have I told you? After class ends you don't have to call me 'miss' anymore?" You say with a playful smirk.
"Okayyyyy... Cheerilee." He rolls his eyes.
>You nod, that was much better.
>Not that you didn't enjoy the respect from the foals, but coming from Anon it just felt... wrong... to you.
>You weren't quite sure why, but that was a problem for a later day.
>Soon enough you have all your things packed up and are ready to go.
>You smile. "Oh Anon?"
"Yeah?" he asks.
>"Your punishment for your actions today is going to be..." you pause for dramatic effect, hearing Anon gulp audibly.
>"Helping me cook dinner."
"NOOO- wait... how is that a punishment?" Anon tilts his head.
>"Because Anon... it's going to ~only~ be vegatables... and you have to eat ALL of it."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Anon falls on his knees and belts out.
>You know it's really not that bad of a punishment, and you think Anon knows that too.
>But you can't help but tease him.
>He sighs and resigns himself to his fate, joining in walking alongside you.
>This has been a hectic month, but... looking at Anon? It has been worth it.

>It's finally the weekend.
>And you ~finally~ have some peace and quiet time to yourself.
>It seems that the Cutie Mark Crusaders have taken a liking to Anon. Hopefully not just because they want to get their "Befriending Humans" cutie marks.
>They're currently out at their clubhouse at Sweet Apple Acres, and this means that you have the entire house to yourself.
>You've already treated yourself to a bubble bath, put on some relaxing music, and are now curled up with an absolutely wonderful and intellectual book on the bed.
>...
>Okay so it was a trashy romance novel you borrowed from Miss Rarity.
>Let it never be said you didn't have any vices.
>A mare had needs!
>You pour over the pages, enthralled.
>It's finally gotten to the... steamy... part of the novel.
>The mare had cornered the rugged stallion, and he was helpless under her charm.
>You enjoyed the strong female leads.
>The stallion had given in, their tongues were intertwining, they fell to the ground, lost in their passions.
>You feel your own breath get heavier. You look around nervously. The blinds are all closed, you remembered to lock the doors. You gulp and continue reading.
>The scene has gotten very hot and heavy. You feel one of your hooves creep down under your stomach.
>By the sun, you couldn't remember the last time you had done something like this...
>Your hoof starts working itself up and down, and before long the book has fallen off the bed.
>The story has given way to the fantasy in your mind.
>You're currently pinning down a gorgeous stallion, but he's wrestling for control.
>Both your hooves are working furiously, trying to grip the other tighter to your own body.
>You're rubbing his beautiful hair, and he slips one hand between your legs and you shudder.
>The fingers on your body already make you convulse in pleasure, and you bite your lip, waiting for the moment Anon-
>With a shock your eyes launch open and your hoof- your OTHER hoof launches up to your mouth with a gasp.
>Did... did you really just imagine that?
>You're lying on the bed panting, so close to relief... but after that...
>Did you really just imagine Anon like that?
>You feel a bit sick and look at your hooves in betrayal.
>That couldn't be... You couldn't possibly think of him like that.
>You were his caretaker.
>It must've been simply because you hadn't gone out on a proper date in forever that your mind had just filled in the position with the male closest to you...
>Yeah. that must have been it.
>You were pretty sure some psychologist somewhere had said something about that.
>That was your story and you were sticking to it, at least.
>You quickly trotted to the bathroom and washed up... again.
>There wasn't anyway you were finishing now.
>You look at yourself in the mirror and shake your head.
>You, Cheerilee, were ~NOT~ desperate. You simply were waiting for the right stallion to come along. The fact that you had such thoughts didn't mean anything.
>It was like a dream. Ponies dream strange things all the time.
>You frowned. You needed to do something to get your mind off of this.
>Maybe a walk would do you good?
>You sniff the air, just to make sure and satisfied, set out to the park.
>While walking through town you do your best to try and take a look for any eligible bachelors hanging around.
>This whole Anon situation has really deviated your schedule.
>Your mom had been constantly nagging you about how your biological clock was ticking, and it was past time you had settled down with somepony.
>You of course had told her it was none of her business, but that didn't mean you didn't take what she had said to heart. 
>Mom's always right after all.
>Unfortunately, the only ones you saw were Big Mac, which ended disastrously, no thanks to the CMC, Dr. Hooves, whom you suspected was going out with the mailmare, but dissapeared so often you couldn't confirm that rumor, and Davenport whose personality was about as interesting as his Quills and Sofas store.
>Before you know it you've already walked all the way across town in front of Carousel Boutique.
>This walk has done wonders for your nerves. You feel much better already.
>That reminds you. Rarity had been working on another set of clothes for Anonymous. You might as well check on how they were coming.
>You give a quick knock and open the door, the bell above the door signaling your arrival.
"Now, remember girls... and boy, behaves yourselves!"
"Cutie Mark Crusader Fashion Assistants! Yay!" You hear a chorus of voices shout.
>You freeze for a moment. They were here? Of all places in Ponyville...
>There's no point in staying frozen halfway through the door, you realize.
>You enter and push the door shut behind you, and sure enough the three most destructive fillies in the entire town are staring at you with giant smiles, and on the end of them stands Anon.
"Howdy Miss Cheerilee!" Applebloom nearly shouts at you! "How do you need help with uh, err, what are..."
"What can we help you with?" Sweetie Belle says, shoving Applebloom out of the way.
>You stifle a laugh as Anon drops his head into his palm. A 'facepalm' he called it. It seemed to be his favorite action when hanging out with the disaster trio.
>"Actually, I'm here to pick up some clothes for Anon here. 
"Oh!" you hear a cry from the back, "I'll be there in a moment Cheerilee! Prepare to be amazed!"
"What's wrong with the clothes I have?" Anon scrunches up his face.
>You try to resist the urge to think about how adorable he looks... and fail miserably.
>Before anything else can happen, Rarity bursts through the back door with dozens of different articles of clothing floating around her. 
>Your eyes widen. Anon had only asked you for one or two more outfits, and some pajamas, but this was a veritable wardrobe.
>"Rarity," you gasp, "You didn't..."
"Oh nonsense," she waves you off. "How often does one get the chance to design such new and interesting clothing! I was simply struck by... ~inspiration~"

>Before long you get everything squared away in a wagon Rarity is lending to you.
>You tell Anon to have fun and, of course, be careful, before heading off.
>You breathe a sigh of relief as you start off. You knew what had happened earlier was just a fluke. A trick of your mind. Anon was your responsibility, not your...
>Your ears flick back as you hear a crash from behind you.
>Turning around you catch the sight of three fillies tailed by Anon running as if their tails were on fire.
"I'llbebackintimefordinnerokayCheerilee?Greatthanksbye!"
>You sigh as they speed off. When will they learn.
>The trek back across town is a lot less relaxing. Who knew clothes were so heavy? It certainly wasn't thanks to the fact you haven't exercised in a long time, not at all.
>But eventually you make it, pack away all of Anon's clothes, and get to work on dinner.
>And sure enough, before long you hear the door swing open.
"I'm hooome!" Anon shouts.
>You trot over to the entryway to find a very dirty and very sweaty Anon.
>"Anon! What in Equestria happened?"
"Well, after Rarity got mad we decided that we should probably go hide somewhere, so we decided that the best place would be in Twilights library. Long story short Scootaloo did something to a book and then Twilight started chasing us. Also apparently Applebloom skipped out on her chores this morning so soon enough we had Applejack chasing us too. We decided to go with everypony for themselves, and we all ran off. But no one was after me, so I figured I'd just come home."
>"Well, fillies will be filles I suppose. But as for you young man, you need to wash up for dinner. Your new clothes are already in your room."
>He smiles and runs past you into the house, heading for his room.
>As he passes you by you smell something... ~amazing~ for lack of a better word...
>Your eyebrows raise in surprise... that couldn'tve been...
>You shake your head. Can't forget about the food on the stove.
>You head back to the kitchen, and soon enough you hear the running water of the shower.
>You continue preparing the dishes, but that smell is lingering at the back of your mind.
>It wasn't any smell you could place... it just smelled... good.
>Good didn't do it justice. You ~needed~ that smell.
>You bite your lower lip and look behind you towards the hall.
>You look back at the soup on the stove... and resolve to only be a minute.
>You trot over to Anon's room, and see his clothes thrown haphazardly all over the floor. The bathroom door is shut, and you can hear running water behind it.
>You quickly pick up Anon's shirt and give it a cursory wiff.
>Your eyes nearly fall out of your sockets.
>Was... was this Anon's smell?
>How had you not noticed it before?
>Despite a warning siren blaring in the back of your mind, you burrow your snout into the shirt and inhale deeply.
>You aren't quite sure how long you sit there with Anon's shirt... but you're brought back to reality when you hear the shower turn off.
>You drop Anon's shirt back on the bed and walk as quickly as you can back to the kitchen.
>You start dishing out dinner at the table while trying to cram what just happened into the furthest recesses of your mind.
>You were not one of those ponies that you saw in the news who had done terrible things to poor colts and fillies. You were better than that. They were bad ponies.
>You were not a bad pony.
>You were a good pony.
>Good ponies didn't like colts.
>But...
>Anon wasn't a colt.
>Anon wasn't a pony at all.
>Anon was a human.
>Maybe...
>Maybe it was different?
>Maybe it was-
>You take a sharp intake of breath as you nearly drop the plate you're carrying.
>You stare at the food with an almost betrayed look on your face.
>Where was your mind headed with those thoughts...?
>You shake your head. You'll deal with that later... for now...
>"Dinner's ready!" You shout.
"Cooooming!"
>Dinner is thankfully uneventful.
>Anon tells you about the rest of his day, before everything went crazy with the CMC, and talks about how excited he is about next week's talent show. 
>You amuse him of stories of how the talent show was a near complete disaster last year thanks to the antics of some particular fillies.
>Before long the food is all gone, and Anon is reading a book at the dinner table while you're taking care of dishes.
>After a while Anon finally breaks the silence.
"Hey... Cheerilee?"
>"Hmmm?" you hum, hooves working away at a particularly tough spot on a plate.
"Do... when do you think I'll be able to g-go home?"
>Uh oh... You frown. He had been doing well not thinking about it, but you knew you couldn't avoid that topic forever.
>You quickly dry off your hooves and trot over to the table, dishes could wait.
>"Anon," you say, wrapping your hooves around him. "Princess Twilight and Princess Celestia are doing their best, you just have to have faith."
>You look down into his face and your heart almost breaks. Tears are forming in his eyes. You gently brush one away, "And... and you'll always have a home here with me Anon."
>He returns the hug and your heart nearly pounds right out of your chest.
"Thanks Cheerilee." he sniffles.
>You give him one last squeeze and a reassuring smile before going back over to the dishes.
>Though you try to appear relaxed and composed as a few small sniffles ring out behind you, your brain is working a mile a minute.
>Before you have any time to discover any thread of coherency in your thoughts, you notice your mouth is speaking again.
>"Anon... if... if you want. I mean if you would like..." At this point your brain was screaming at you to just stop right where you were, but it was already too late, "you could sleep with me tonight, if that would make you feel better."
>You glance over your shoulder, doing your best to give him a reassuring smile while your brain self-destructs.
>Anon looks at you with a confused look.
"But... my mom said I was too old for that kind of stuff."
>You scoff, "Dear... that's... that's nonsense." You could only hope your face wasn't looking like Twilight's when she tried to smile after not getting any sleep.
"Is it okay?"
>"Of course it's okay!" You reassure him. "Whenever there was a lightning storm I would always crawl into my parents bed, and I did that until I was far older than you are now." 
>You don't actually remember if that was the case, but you figure a well meaning white lie is fine in this situation.
>Your eye twitches as your brain raises a red flag. You are currently telling lies to a child to rationalize that it is okay to sleep with you ~IN AN ENTIRELY PLATONIC MANNER~ you scream at yourself.
"Well, alright." Anon says.
>Too late to back out now. You argue with yourself. 
>You finish with the dishes and tell Anon to enjoy his book while you grade some of the assignments from the week.
>But you're so distracted by... thoughts... that you barely make it through a quarter of them before you see Anon yawning out of the corner of your eye.
>"Oh my, is it time to sleep already." you smile, "you better get ready for bed. You could even try your new pajamas tonight."
>Anon nods and puts his book down. You wait for him to amble out of the room before speeding to your room.
>You quickly pick up certain... reading material... that you forgot you had left on the floor of your room, and chuck it into the nearest closet.
>You wouldn't want Anon stumbling on that book... in both meanings of the word.
>Before long you hear a voice from the hall.
"Cheerilee?"
>"In here!" you call
>Anon opens the door. His pajamas are covered in a star and moon pattern, with twisting nebula all over.
>"Oh those look wonderful. We'll have to thank Rarity for making those next time we see her."
>Anon nods at you. You hop up on the bed and pat it, signaling Anon to join you.
>Anon quickly hops up to join you. You turn off the light as he squeezes under the cover, and you resist the urge to squee at the sight of him.
>"See? Now isn't this better? Sometimes all you need is somepony to be there for you. And I'll always be there for you Anon." you say as you pull the covers up to you.
"Yeah... this is kinda nice." Anon says. "And... thank you Cheeriliee."
>You stretch a hoof out and place it on Anon's arm. "Of course. Goodnight Anon."
"G'night Cheerilee." he says rolling over to face you.
>'If only it were that easy,' you think to yourself.
>You lie awake as motionless as possible.
>Before long Anon's breathing has become deep and rhythmic. 
>You slowly pull yourself over to Anon's sleeping form and move one hoof around him, tugging him towards you.
>He complies, rolling into your chest and waiting hooves. 
>You wrap both hooves around him now, place your chin atop his head and breathe deeply.
>All of your senses are screaming at you. You can't even interpret your own thoughts anymore.
>Right now you don't care if anything is right or wrong, you just want to stay here as long as possible.
>You need Anon. You realize that now.
>You aren't sure exactly how you mean that... but you know you need him. The thought of him going back home makes your eyes start to water, and you start to sniffle.
>After a while, you calm your emotions and rub one hoof on Anon's back.
>He's here right now, and that's what matters.
>And so you finally fall asleep, clutching Anon to you as tight as possible...

(END OF PART 1)
(PART 2)

>You vaguely hear a rooster crow in the distance, and instinctively shut your eyes harder and try to pull the covers over your head.
>At least until you feel something squirm under your hooves.
>Your eyes shoot open as you freeze.
>Anon is still fast asleep in your forelegs.
>You're almost afraid to take a breath right now for fear of waking him.
>Do you slowly move to the other side of the bed? Do you simply pretend to go back to sleep and listen to the sound of his breathing?
>...
>That sounded far less creepy in your head.
>Before you can decide, Anon rolls over and puts an arm over you and pulls himself back into the warmth of your chest.
>You suddenly have an idea.
>You very... verrrrry slowly work your hoof out from under Anon, and work as much space inbetween the two of you as possible without disturbing his arm.
>You then boop him on the nose with your now free hooves. 
>He scrunches up his nose and makes an adorable face... but stays asleep.
>Looks like you have to bring out the big guns.
>"Anoooon." you say in a sing song voice as you poke him again, "Time to get uuuup."
"MMMmfndunwana."
>"Well you may not have to, but I've got to get breakfast started, and while I'm very glad you enjoyed sleeping in my bed, you're going to have to let go of me." you smirk.
>His eyes shoot open and take in the situation at hoof.
"Oh auh!" he blurts out as he takes his hand off you and blushes.
>You grin. What better way for this to turn out then to make Anon think he was the one who started to cuddle you in his sleep.
>You ruffle his hair as you crawl out of bed.
>Anon is still bright red and staring down at the covers.
>You wonder what he's thinking about...
>And then you hear a growl from across the room.
>Anon somehow becomes more red than before.
>"I take it you want some breakfast?"
>He nods sheepishly.
>"Pancakes or waffles?"
".....Waffles please."
>"Coming right up!"
>You prance off, leaving Anon to his thoughts.
>A large stack of waffles later, and Anon finally emerges.
>His hair is sticking up on one side of his head, and you can't help but giggle at it when he enters the room.
>Anon pours some syrup on them and starts scarfing them down immediately.
>"So Anon," you rest your hooves on the table, "what are your plans for today?"
>He stops mid bite and his eyes open wide.
"Uhhh... I was gonna hang out with... uh... Rumble and Pip... yeah."
>Your eyes narrow a bit. Being a teacher had it's perks, and you could smell lies and half-truths from a mile away.
>This one wasn't an outright lie, but you could tell there was definitely more to the story. But you decide to not call him out this time. Sun knows you lied to your parents enough when you were young.
>"Oh that sounds fun! Rumble and Pip are much more responsible than the filly trio you were hanging out with yesterday at least." You see Anon gulp at this and you smile on the inside, "Do you know where you'll be playing?"
"Uh, the park, I think."
>You stare at him for a moment longer. At least that part appears to be true.
>"Alright, let me know if you need anything, and of course be sure to be home by dinner."
>He nods, and goes back to wolfing down his waffles.
>You briefly wonder where the saying 'wolfing down' something came from... it was so barbaric...
>You shake your head. You seem to be getting distracted easily these days.
>The two of you finish the rest of your breakfast in silence. Anon finishes and rushes off to his room, most likely to get ready for the day.
>You sigh, he used to just want to stay inside with you before he knew anypony, but now he went out nearly every day.
>You were happy he was making friends, but you of course felt a bit lonely.
>And unfortunately you have a bunch more papers to grade, so your morning is mostly shot, so you can't take Anon anywhere as an excuse.
>You sigh. First things first you'll take care of those papers. Then you'll think about what to do next.
>Anon bursts out of his room and hugs you goodbye, sporting his new clothes.
>You tell him to be careful, and hunker down in your room to deal with the massive stack of papers.

>Finally you place the last of the papers into the 'graded' pile.
>Thankfully it only takes you until...
>You look up at the clock.
>1 o'clock.
>You stand up and stretch everything you can think of, hearing a few pops from your back and neck.
>You wonder what Anon is up to.
>He said he was going to the park, you could walk by there while 'going to lunch'.
>With a nod, you set out. A few ponies call to you, but you make sure to cut the conversations as short as possible.
>You were on a mission.
>Of sorts...
>Thankfully Ponyville seems to be in one of its rare 'calm' moods, and you reach the Park without too much trouble.
>You take a quick trot around the park.
>Lyra is practicing her lyre, Flitter and Cloudchaser are playing frisbee, and it looks like Fluttershy is feeding the squirrels...
>But no sign of Rumble, Pip, or Anon.
>At least, not until you hear a hushed, "whoa." from behind a couple of bushes and trees.
>Curious, you slowly creep up to the edge of the bushes and peer over them.
>You see the back of a small grey pegasus with wings fully extended.
"Move over, let me see!" says Pip as he jams himself next to Rumble, looking at something on the ground.
"Next page?" Anon says.
>They both nod, and you hear the faint crinkle of magazine pages turning.
>Oh my...
>Where they doing what you think they were doing?
"Eep!" Pip blushes and hides his eyes with his hooves, and then peeks through them.
"Ew." Rumble says.
>Rumble reaches his hoof down-
"Dude wait, let me see this one!" Anon says. You see his hand reach for something on the ground.
"Seriously?" Rumble turns to Anon, "She's old enough to be my mom or something."
"S-shut up." Anon says.
"Whatever puffs your cloud." Rumble shrugs.
>Well, well, well.
>It looked like your precious Anon had stirrings of his own.
>It was perfectly normal for colts his age, you knew that, of course.
>But here in the park? That was no place for a colt to learn about your- you mean ~the~ female body.
>You raise yourself up to full height now.
>"Rumble, Pipsqueak, and Anonymous, what in Equestria do you think you three are doing?"
"Eep!"
"Miss Cheerilee!"
"Oh shit!"
>You see Anon quickly try to hide something behind his back, but their faces quickly realize that they're too late.
>You step through the bushes and simply put on your best 'stern' face and hold out your hoof.
>Anon finally breaks down, kicks the ground and reveals the magazine from behind him.
>You grab it and look at the cover, making a very quick mental note about which part of the magazine they were in before it closed.
>"Playcolt," you laugh, "why am I not surprised?"
>You wave the magazine. "Well I am certainly confiscating this, and you can be sure your parents will be hearing about this."
>A collective gasp echos from the two ponies.
"No!" the boys beg you.
>"I'm afraid while colts your age may have urges for these kinds of things, these magazines are for older colts for a reason. Where did you get this?"
>You stare down at the three boys. You see Rumble flinch when your stare passes over him.
>"Rumble..." you warn.
"My... my brother Thunderlane. I took it from his room. He doesn't know."
>"Well then I'll be sure to give him a lecture on keeping materials like this out of young hooves in the future."
>"And as for you Anon, we'll be talking about this once we get home."
>Anon still won't meet your eyes, and nods dejectedly. It takes all your willpower not to rush over and hug him and tell him everything is going to be okay and he isn't in trouble.
>At least not the type he thinks he is in. You lick your lips...
>And shake your head. Bad Cheerilee! Not those thoughts again!

(NON CLOP)

>Before long you've sent the other boys on their ways back home, and you're now heading back to your home with Anon in tow.
>The walk passes in unfortunate awkward silence.
>You can see Anon's face contort in fear and dejection a few times during the walk. No doubt imagining possible punishments that will be dished out soon.
>Reaching your home, you open the door and usher Anon in first.
>You close the door behind you two and motion to the kitchen.
>Anon sits down, and immediately starts trying to bargain with you.
"Cheerilee I can explai-"
>You put you hoof up to his mouth and shush him.
>"Anon... there's nothing to worry about. You're not in trouble."
"I.... I'm not?"
>You shake your head. "No. All boys your age have urges, that's fine. I'm a teacher Anon, it's even my job to educate young mares and colts about the changes happening in their bodies when they're becoming adults."
>You sigh, "Anon... I'm here for you. I just want to make sure you grow up in a safe environment... like your mom would want for you."
>You suddenly hear a sniff. You almost slap your face into your hoof. Of course if you bring up his mom he's going to be upset you dolt.
>You move over and rub Anon on the back. "There there dear, I'm sorry."
>Without warning, Anon throws his arms around you.
"Chee-Cheerilee?" he sniffs.
>"W-what? Err.. yes?"
"Can... can I... just for right now... pretend you're my mom?" Anon asks.
>And just like that, it feels like you've been bucked in the guts. How ~COULD~ you Cheerilee. You selfish SELFISH mare. Here you are having perverse thoughts when Anon needed not... not whatever it was your mind was thinking off...
>But just love.
>"Of course dear." you say, hugging back.
>You weren't quite sure what was inspiring these thoughts... but you would be strong. You wouldn't act on them. For Anon.
>Because you loved him.
>...
>Not in that way, brain.

(NON CLOP END)

(CLOP)


>Before long you've sent the other boys on their ways back home, and you're now heading back to your home with Anon in tow.
>The walk passes in unfortunate awkward silence.
>You can see Anon's face contort in fear and dejection a few times during the walk. No doubt imagining possible punishments that will be dished out soon.
>You can think of a few punishments you'd like to administer. 
>Reaching your home you usher in Anon, and quickly shut ~and~ lock the door behind the two of you.
>You point Anon to his room and tell him you'll be in to talk to him shortly.
>He shuffles off, and you quickly slide into the kitchen, breathing heavily.
>Are you really doing this? It almost feels like you're no longer in control of your own actions.
>You slam the magazine on the table and flip through it as quick as possible.
Coming to roughly the middle, you find a middle aged unicorn that looks like she's been painted to look like twilight sparkle lifting her tail displaying... well... everything.
>You ~think~ this is the one Anon was looking at? You look down at yourself. You're not too different in terms of coloring compared to Twilight Sparkle. She's a bit more purple. And yes she has a horn. But.. maybe...
>You shut the magazine and take a few deep breaths.
>You turn towards Anon's room.
>Your brain screams that this is a terrible idea but your heart quickly shuts it up.
>Well... your heart... and your nether region.
>You open Anon's door. He's sitting on the side of his bed swinging his feet.
>"Anon?"
>His head perks up to look at you.
"Cheerilee... I-"
>"Anon... you know I'm not angry at you right?"
"Wha-buh? You're not?"
>You shake your head and give a reassuring smile. Surprisingly, this one comes easily to you.
>"Boys your age are bound to be interested in things like that. It's just those materials are meant for older colts. Boys your age are still figuring out how they feel about things like that and how their bodies are changing."
>"And... and it's my job as a teacher to educate you about those changes." you start to close the distance between you and Anon. "You could've come to me at anytime Anon. You know I'd help you... You know I love you... right?" You can almost feel yourself winking constantly... You're burning up just looking at Anon.
>Anon is looking at you with a slightly confused look, but he nods at you.
>You close the distance even more. You can feel your eyes go half-lidded. You're near face to face with Anon right now. He gulps visibly.
>"You know you're... my little Anon... right?"
>And with that you lean forward. Pucker up...
>And plant a giant kiss on his forehead.

>You couldn't do it. You couldn't force that... force YOURSELF on Anon like that.
>You step back and Anon looks a little... dissapointed? 
>It must be your brain playing tricks on you now. As if those damn rebellious thoughts weren't enough.
>"But, you're still grounded in your room until dinner." you smile, pinching your back legs together. If you stayed in here any longer you were going to find it hard to stand pretty soon.
"What! But I thought you said you weren't mad!"
>"I'm not. But Playcolt is for ponies who are over 18 years old. You aren't that old yet now are you?"
>He harumphs and crosses his arms.
"That's not fair!"
>"Life isn't fair sweetie." you say as you ruffle his hair.
"Uuuugh!" he groans and flops back onto his bed.
>You quickly spin around and rush out of his room as fast as possible.
>You pause just for a moment and peek your head back into his room.
>"I'll be in my room grading papers if you ~absolutely~ need me Anon, but unless it's an emergency you're to stay in here until dinner, understand?"
>A grunt is the only response you get.
>With that you shut his door (a bit louder than you intended), and gallop to your room.
>You nearly kick open the door and rush into your room and jump on your bed.
>You can feel your hoof between your hind legs before you land on the blankets.
>You weren't far enough gone to do anything to Anon, but at this point you sure as Tartarus could do it yourself.
>A small whinny escapes your throat as all the images and scenarios you had been pushing out of your mind rush in in full force. You bite down hard on the pillow in front of you. You can't let Anon hear you like this...
>Although the thought of him hearing you just gets you more excited at this point.
>You can feel your hoof getting wetter by the moment. You're already starting to sweat up a storm. 
>A "Nnnonnnn" squeezes through your teeth as you start to work your hooves faster. 
>Your chest it heaving at this point. 
>You're imagining Anon doing anything and everything to you at this point. Running his hands all over you, tasting you, entering you.
>This feels ten times more amazing then yesterday already. 
>You start bucking your hips into your hooves, anything to get that little extra bit of motion. Your mind is on fire. Your mouth is drooling. Your brain is simultaneously blanking out and filled with nothing but Anon. Your-
"Cheer...ilee?"
>You freeze.
>Oh no.
>No.
>Nonono
>NONONONONONO
>You turn your head slowly.
>Sure enough... Anon is standing in your doorway.
"Your... door wasn't shut. And I heard noises..."
>"NNnNnn!" you spit out the pillow. "Anon! T-this isn't what-! You're out of your room! You're not supposed to see! Oh Celestia oh no this isn't what I wanted-"
>You frantically scramble to clutch for the blankets around you and look at Anon. He's looking at you with a huge blush on his face.
>Although probably not as big as yours...
>And all of a sudden Anon starts walking towards the bed.
>Your eyes go as wide as saucers. "Anon! No! G-go back to your room this instant!" your voice cracks.
"Cheerilee... you know Rumble has a crush on Applebloom. And Pip has a crush on Silver Spoon."
>You gulp. Your brain is past the point of no return. Discord himself couldn't make you feel this crazy.
"But... I think they're stupid." Anon continues as he gets closer to the bed. "I think mares my age are stupid."
"But... but my teacher isn't stupid. She's beautiful and smart and out of all the ponies I like her the best."
>And that was it. The dam broke. The barn collapsed. The experiment exploded. Your jaw dropped.
>"W-what?"
>And then he lunged forward and kissed you. 
>It was sloppy, terrible, and you think your teeth clanked together for a moment.
>It was the best damn kiss of your entire bucking life.
>"Nnnyeh." you break away, panting. Your eyes are staring at Anon wide with confusion.
>"Anon... I... you... why... what... how?" 
"Uh..." The blush has reached his ears at this point and you can only think of how it should be illegal for any living thing to be this adorable. "The ponies at school one time played spin the bottle at Applebloom's clubhouse and I was there so I got to try it out... sorry if I messed up."
>"That's not... what I meant. The kiss was fine... I mean-" You shake your head. That is not taking control of this situation Cheerilee that is only MAKING IT WORSE.
"Cheerilee... I like you. A lot."
>And with that sentence nothing else mattered.
>You wanted this.
>You NEEDED this.
>You lean in to kiss him...
>And back away at the last second, unsure.
>Only for Anon to lean back into her and try to kiss her again.
>Unfortunately... or perhaps fortunately, this was right when you reeled your head back, still unable to fathom the situation, resulting in Anon kissing your neck, shooting a wave of pleasure coursing through your body.
>That was it, you couldn't take it anymore.
>If you were going to be sent to Tartarus then at least you were going to enjoy every second of it.
>You lunge at Anon and lock him into a kiss, one hoof wrapping around the back of his head, pulling him in deeper.
>Your tongue lashes out with a vengeance and Anon gasps in surprise, giving you entrance to his mouth.
>His tongue is overpowered by yours at first, but thankfully he's a smart boy and a fast learner.
>Your other hoof traced Anon's body, unwilling to let go of the kiss to use sight to aid you.
>You soon enough find Anon's legs, and quickly position your hoof in-between them.
>You start rubbing, and sure enough you can feel a bulge start to grow as Anon moans next to you. It may not be large, but it's Anon's, and that's all that matters to you.
>You finally break the kiss and pull Anon fully onto the bed and push him under you.
>"I... I need you Anon."
>He nods breathlessly, and that's good enough for you.
>You quickly pull off his pants and sure enough Anon's member is standing at attention.
>You'd call it cute if you didn't think that would ruin the mood.
>You lean fully onto Anon and slowly slide your body down, taking him in fully.
>Sure he wasn't the biggest... but right now, he was the perfect size.
>You hear him groan in pleasure and smile.
"A-am I doing this right?"
>You snap your attention back to Anon and rub your face on his cheek, placing your mouth right by his ear.
>"If you really want to feel good Anon... then listen to teacher."
>You start bucking up and down and using one of your hooves to help guide Anon's hips up and down.
>Soon enough he doesn't even need your guidance anymore, not that you could offer.
>Electricity was shooting through your body at this point. You were moaning and wailing and all but screaming now. Your tongue was lolling so far out of your mouth it would've put Pinkie Pie to shame.
>"Fffffffeathers!" you swear. You're gasping for breath at this point, but you can tell Anon is close. His body is tensing beneath you, but you aren't quite done yet. 
>With a shaking hoof you guide one of his hands to your clitoris and start moving it up and down.
>Before long he gets the hang of that too, and the pleasure nearly makes your eyes roll up in your head.
>Your entire body shudders as you finally achieve release... but you're not done yet. Anon still needs you.
>You clench all your muscles in your lower body, tightening as much as you can around Anon and leaning back into him and kissing him deeply.
>You come up for a quick breath, ready to go back in, when Anon tightens.
"Chee-" is all he gets out before he can't hold it anymore.
>"YES!" you cry as he cums. You can feel the hot fluid flowing through you, and you never imagined it could feel this wonderful.
>You collapse next to Anon, taking a moment to catch your breath.
>Your eyes are locked with Anon's, and you simply smile at him.
"W-whoa..."
>You wrap your hooves around the exhausted Anon. "Would you like to sleep with me again Anon?"
>His chest is heaving as he nods slowly at you.
>You pull him close to your chest and give him a quick peck on the forehead.
>"I love you... my little Anon."
"I love you too Cheerilee."
>You smile. You were ruined if anypony ever found out. You'd be locked up, and the key would be thrown away.
>And it would all be worth it for this boy.

(CLOP END)

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