Title:           Week18 - GreentextSavant
Author:          AlexanderGrey
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First Edit:      Friday 22nd of July 2016 06:52:06 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Monday 20th of March 2017 06:32:10 PM CDT

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>Had the latter girl gotten her way, Zest would have most likely stepped in before anything… wrong… happened anyway. You really hope she isn’t too confused when you thank her out of nowhere.
>”You’re not leaving or anything, are you?” Zest looks back at your classroom.
“Oh, uh, nah. I was just trying to see what went wrong with the power and everything.” You gesture back into the darkened conference room. “Teachers can access the backup generators from here, apparently.”
>The lights come back on as you say this. The timing could not be more perfect, even thought it’s been an entire second minute after Sweet said that the backup generators would kick in.
>Whatever, it’s not like it matters.
>”Awesome! Can’t wait.” Lemon Zest heads in the direction of the room. “So you ready?”
>”I have to ask him about the packet we had to fill out today first.” Sour Sweet tells her friends then gives you a look promising bad things happening if you don’t go along.
>Feeling rather saved anyway, you decide to let Zest go into the room and tell Sweet to take a hike and give her the scolding that would make her regret every action she’s done since whenever she first got the idea to try and do this.
“We’ll join you in a sec.” You wave Zest off, letting her go into the room and leaving you alone to talk to Sour Sweet.
>You’ll have to keep your voice low for what you’re going to say to this girl; the door is still open. It’s a good thing you heard that the security cameras don’t have audio.
>Sour’s face grows angrier by the second as you cross your arms. “You got lucky this time, boy-toy.”
“I’ll remember that when I grade your next test.” You give her a smug grin.
>She starts to smile again, and you honestly can’t think of a reason for her to do so, reassuring yourself that you’re in the clear.
>”You better not.”
“Or what?” You continue before she can answer your question. “You know… what you’re trying to do is a disgusting thing. It’s absolutely degenerate and wrong.”
>”You do know that my word is all I need, right? Like, have you ever even seen the news? All I need to do is make a scene out of this and show Cinch the video tapes, and let the public’s dirty minds put the pieces together themselves.”
>Scoff at her, actually offended by this.
“You… you’re a psychopath! And a stupid one at that.” You’re trying as hard as you can not to angrily scream at her.
>Gotta stay quiet so Zest can’t hear you two from inside the room.
>”Your reputation is toast if you don’t do what I want you to do! Even if you get off the hook, no one will look at you the same way again! You’re doomed if you back out of this now!”
“That’s. Not true!” A sharp rage makes your hand movements quick and agitated. “How dare you even…”
>”It’s your move, big boy.” Sweet starts to smirk once again. “You can go ahead and have your little lesson with Zest, but I’ll just tell Cinch that you did things with her too and that she never said a word because she liked it!”
>Why are you not slapping this girl across the face right now? Why aren’t yo-
>No, keep your composure, Anon.
>”And there’s nothing you can do to stop be from going to her maybe even tomorrow… and giving her a little hint that you were doing things to both of us… that I eventually had enough of.”
>Don’t let any tears come to your eyes, Anon.
>You try to come up with a comeback, but no words come out. You were gullible and inattentive, and now you’re paying the price for it. Sour Sweet still pretty much has you in a metaphorical gridlock. And the feeling is pissing you off more than anything ever has before.
>Sweet continues with a wider smile after your silence proves that you have to defense left.
>”Like I said. It’s your move.”
“Th-“
>”Yes?”
“The hell do you…” You break free of your stuttering. “Like… what the hell do you want?”
>”I’m looking right at what I want.” Her eyes wander down from your face. “And when I want something enough, I get it one way or another.”
“You’re sick. And what you’re doing is sick.” You start to become salty.
>”Oh, you’re right about that first part. I’ve been sick in the head for years and years. But you have to admit, there’s nothing wrong with a little bit of student-teacher… relationships.”
>Shake your head, turning the corners of your mouth down. You hands begin to shake.
>lemon Zest was able to save you for the moment, but not for the long run. She only postponed what will soon become your inevitable fate.
>”Don’t pretend that you don’t like the idea if this. That’s just society talking. Besides, I’m 18, aren’t I? There’s nothing wrong with this and you know it.”
“That doesn’t matter! There is nothing right about this! Teachers and students are NOT SUPPOSED to do that!”
>”Your mouth says that, but your eyes say something different.”
“You’re delusional.”
>”Well you’re the delusional one if you think there’s a way to squirm your way out of this. Now again… it’s your move. Pick me up somewhere right outside school grounds and save your reputation… or let me go in to Cinch’s office tomorrow morning?” She’s probably throwing this together as she goes along.
>And she really can afford to do so at this point, because you’re not seeing any easy way out of this.
>You were wrong, this girl is a sociopath, not a psychopath. She’s too impulsive to be a psychopath, despite having evidently planned this whole thing out like one.
>”It’s your move, Mr. Mous.”
“Wh…” It’s humiliating to bring the words out. “Where do you want me t-to pick you up?”
>The girl’s bitter glare disappears in seconds. “Oh, how delightful of you! Behind the bleachers to the baseball field would be great!” Her smile turns warm and she cutely shuts her eyes with her fingers locking together.
>You nod to her.
>”Thank you so much!” Sweet’s eyes light up. “You have no idea how much this means to me! I really needed this so badly.” She puts a suggestive strain in her voice that makes you question your stance on this.
>She skips off without another word, and you drag yourself into your classroom where Lemon Zest awaits. You’re more than certain that she heard you raise your voice a little bit in that hallway, until you see her with her headphones on and hear the music blasting though.
>It’s already clear that she didn’t hear a damn thing.
>You resume the lesson for the day, mostly thinking back to the security cameras in the hallways only catching you talking to Sour Sweet for a couple of minutes. Your flustered gestures could have really meant anything regarding to behavior in class or something; you one could really tell what you were upset about.
>Except Lemon Zest can’t even tell that you’re upset at all. You go about the lesson with a smile in substitute to how you actually feel. There’s no reason why you should drag this girl into this, which serves as another reason to just suffice Sweet’s… needs and put this whole thing behind you.
>Keep your spirits up all throughout the after school session with Zest catching up on all of the notes she missed out on today, not that she would have written anything down during class time anyway.
>Your mind traces back to the fact that Sweet lied about there being packets that were filled out during today’s class so she could talk to you in the hallway. It’s scary how quick of a planner that girl is… and you can’t stop wondering what she might be thinking about right now.
>Perhaps adding more to her plan.
>This is not good.
>The lesson ends and Zest thanks you again for helping her out.
>A frown doesn’t return to your face until you step into your car and turn the motor on. Grip hard on the steering wheel and furiously pull out of your parking space.
>You can already see Sour Sweet standing right next to the bleachers of the baseball field.
>She’s leaning against the side of one of the metal beams as you pull up to her.
>Those eyes that notice your car approaching don’t lock onto a target like a predator above its helpless prey. They’re more… humble?
>You stop your vehicle and wait for the girl to open the door on the passenger side and get in. She did hear you unlock the doors, but doesn’t approach the car.
>The girl only looks at you in the car for a split second with those same humble eyes, then turns away and starts walking towards the front of the bleachers with her head hanging low. You… didn’t expect this.
>Of course, the overpowering feeling of being obligated to pick her up to save your reputation prompts you to step out of the car and follow Sour Sweet to where she now sits on the lowest row of the bleachers with her face in her hands.
>Her shoulders jolting up and down give you the hint that she’s feeling a lot different than forty five minutes ago.
“Hey…” You approach the girl with mixed feelings about what you should say next. “What’s wrong?”
>The girl sniffles and looks over to you behind her shoulder. A tear runs down her cheek as she scoots to the side for you to sit next to her.
>You sit yourself down next to the girl.
“Why are you crying?”
>”I…” She croaks. “I’m so sorry.”
“What?”
>Sweet takes a deep breath and wipes her eyes. “You were right. This… this feels too wrong.”
>A little confusing this change of heart is, but then again, this type of indecisiveness is something you’d expect from Sour Sweet.
>”After seeing how happy Zesty was when you were teaching her history through the music she listens to… I’ve… I’ve never seen such a beautiful way to teach someone before.” Sweet tells you in between sniffles. “And then here I come butting my way in making you feel like shit because I’m too horny to control myself…”
“How… did you see us in the room?” You remember not seeing the girl even walk by in the hallway during the session.
>”I was watching through the window.” Sweet half laughs with another tear in her eye.
“…”
>”But that’s not the important part.” She continues. “I don’t want to make you do all of this… risky stuff if it gets in the way of your fun.”
“Alright, listen.” You start. “You have… problems.”
>”I KNOW!” She slams her fists down onto the bleachers. “Please… don’t remind me.”
>You’re hardly fazed at this point.
“To be fair… you’re sort of reminding yourself by doing what you just did back in there.” You point out. “And you gave me that impression too.”
>Evidently, you’re still too pissed off to show any mercy.
>Sour Sweet hides her sobs into her hands once more, shaking her head.
“You really shouldn’t have done that. That was wrong, what you did. It puts MY job, MY reputation, and to an extent, MY life in jeopardy. It is WRONG. Do you understand?” You look up towards the supply shack and notice a security camera… facing away from the bleachers and towards the door instead.
>At least you can tell she’s not trying to ruse you into getting some dirt on yourself on camera.
>Sour Sweet eventually nods in agreement to what you just told her. “I… well, look. It’s not like I don’t still want to do this.”
>You jolt up.
“Wh-what?”
>”I was waiting here for you to come over and pick me up. But I… I don’t know. I’m starting to feel bad about all this. I still want to do this, but I don’t wanna make you do it if it screws your life up. I’m so sorry!”
“Well… this is a thing we really SHOULDN’T do. Had our ages been a bit closer together and we weren’t student and teacher, then that’s a whole different ball game.”
>She gets a hopeful look in her eyes. “That’s it? That’s the only thing making you not want to do this?”
“…Well, I… it’s probably better to be honest with you about this instead of lying.” You’re just trying to make her feel better and not sperg out enough to lie to Cinch tomorrow. “Listen, you’re a great girl. But there are better guys to chase after then one of your teachers.”
>”Can I ask you something?” Her voice grows quieter.
“Go ahead.”
>”Why not?”
“…”
>”Like, you’re really young for being a teacher at Crystal Prep. You’re like… 28, right? 10 years older than me?”
“I’m 26 years old.”
>There’s a short pause between the two of you. You look at the girl as she starts to twiddle her thumbs. But you’re still not yet sure if you’re going to trust her not to go and lie to Principal Cinch tomorrow. This job you have right now means everything to you.
“Just to be clear… you REALLY should just move on. I don’t know what it is that’s making you want to do this, but it’s not worth it. You have got to stop.”
>”Listen… I don’t want to fib here, okay?”
“This is not negotiable.” You then picture her waltzing into Cinch’s office. “Alright, look. This ever even having happened is a bad move. If you’re starting to feel guilty, then that just goes to show that you shouldn’t have done it in the first place.”
>The look she gives you pulls at your heartstrings a little bit.
“I’m serious, Miss Sweet. I love my job. And I’m one of the only teachers who can honestly say that.”
>”Wh… what if it didn’t have any effect on your job?”
“But it does.”
>”Hypothetically!”
“No… no, no, no. I shouldn’t even be talking about this.” You turn away from her and get ready to stand up. “Not even hypothetically. It’s wrong and you know it. Plain and simple.”
>”But I don’t think it’s wrong! Like, if you don’t find me attractive, you could have just said so.”
>You are so not willing to have this conversation with Sour Sweet. You’d leave if you had gotten her to confirm that you weren’t going to lose your job tomorrow.
“It’s not a matter of that. It’s that I’m your teacher! And I’m 10 years older than you!”
>”8 years.”
“…”
>”And that’s not even that much, to be honest. At least not in my opinion. Hell, some of my friend’s parents are 7 years apart. So what difference does one year make? It’s still in the single digits, at least.”
“Still pretty far for me. And I’m still your teacher.”
>”Not outside of school.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
>”Why doesn’t it matter?”
“…It just doesn’t! And we’re on school grounds right now.” Without knowledge of facts to back up your side of the argument, you start to grasp at straws.
>”Look, if you don’t find me attractive, you can just say so. It’s weird how you haven’t just answered that yet.” She goes back to the thing you’d rather not answer.
>Her eyes have stopped tearing up and her voice is coming back together.
“It’s just too awkward to talk about this when I’m going to see you in class the next day. Okay? It’s too awkward!”
>”We’re already talking about it now, aren’t we? I’m not going to hold it against you or anything! I just want to know if you really want to do this so I don’t feel like shit about everything.” Sweet raises her tone a little bit. “Don’t answer me as my teacher. Answer me as a guy I know. It’s not that hard!”
>You pause, stuttering silently until you force an answer out.
“I just… I can’t make a good judgement on that because I’ve never thought about it.” You try to keep yourself from thinking about it. “I don’t know, okay? Please… just don’t do the thing with going into Principal Cinch’s office tomorrow. It’s not right, that’s what it all boils down to.”
>…
“Promise me you won’t do that! I’ll even curve your grade if that’s what it takes.”
>She knows that she hardly has one turn to talk left before you both say your obligatory “okay”’s and go on your way.
>”Mr. Mous. I hope you don’t let this get to you very much when we see eachother again. But… I think you’re so fucking cute. Like, really cute. And I’m interested in you and it’s just… I can’t control myself sometimes, okay?” She’s not having any trouble getting this out.
“Well, I’m a teacher. And you’re a student.” You repeat your same old argument.
>”I can’t help it. I’m sorry.” Her voice cracks back up. “I’m so sorry I put you through that…”
“But you promise not to drag it out anymore, right?”
>”Y-yes, but…” She clears her throat. “Can you just hear me out for like two seconds?”
“Fine.”
>”I just want to see where this goes. And I thought Zesty was going to get you before I had a chance. And I… I thought I had to move quick and seal the deal.”
“That’s… not how this works. That’s not how any of this works.”
>”I g-guess… but… I still really, really wanna see where it goes. So…”
“I’m sorry, but this is too-”
>”I’m going to come back here tomorrow. Same time.” Sweet declares. “So you can think about it so you figure out that thing you don’t know. And if it’s okay with this… I guess just meet me here?”
“That’s…” You trail off. “This whole this is just… bananas…”
>”I know. I’m sorry.” She stands up all of a sudden and walks forward. “Just come back to here same time tomorrow if you want to. If not, then whatever. Fuck it.”
“Miss Sweet!” You don’t get an answer out of her.
>She just keeps walking away.
>You pick up the vibe and head back to your car. As you get behind the wheel and take off, there’s only one fact on your mind that you slightly evaded before.
>You’re 24.
>At home, you’re sitting on your couch once more, contemplating life and trying to decide what you want to do about this.
>That whole conversation you had with Sour Sweet got you thinking about al lot of things. And you honestly have to admit that there are a few things you didn’t remember to look over in all of this. And your point of view is starting to shift.
>And that scares you.
>You don’t want to do anything other than teach history to your students and enjoy doing the things you’ve loved doing from the start of this entire career.
>Had you lacked a soft side, you would have dropped the case, but there are two things that keep you from doing so. First off, you know for a fact that sour Sweet can change her mind about things REALLY quickly. If there’s anything you’ve learned about that girl is that she’s unstable as fuck.
>But the other reason… one that you’re both surprised and disgusted at yourself that you have, is that you’re not entirely opposed to becoming… that kind of closer to the girl.
>It makes you shiver every time you think about it, and you’re not even sure what it is you’re shivering form. It feels so wrong, yet appealing. Which gives it a dangerous vibe in your mind.
>She brought up a few really good points, and you wish she hadn’t.
>And now, you need to decide which one is more important: the side of you that wants to keep things safe the way they are, or the side of you that years for a different kind of adventure.
>You remember Zest.
>The thing you and her have going on is already perfect as it is. And it’s also unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before, that can pretty much be sorted out right now.
>Why would you want to ruin it just because you’re starting to feel sympathy for a girl who may or may not have a chokehold on your career or reputation? You’re Anon Y. Mous, god damn it. Some mentally unstable high schooler should not hold the strings to what you do and don’t do.
>But then your mind goes back to the desire.
>You’re 24, and she’s 18. There’s nothing too too bad about this possibility. And she’s clearly displayed that she wants it.
>Maybe it would be smart to reconsider your actions and give this a try. At least for one time. Though, you’d have to make sure that it happens outside of Crystal Prep’s jurisdiction so she can’t snap, turn around and try to throw you under the bus with the whole thing walking into Cinch’s office one day.
>That’s the last thing you want happening; your job is everything to you.
>It’s not entirely clear to you why you do this, but you go upstairs to your personal study, turn on the computer, open YouTube and start listening to music.
>You listen to the songs that Zest had been listening to during the study sessions. Final Countdown, Livin on a Prayer, Straight up, Toy Soldiers, etc. And the music, now flowing directly into your ears, strikes some form of fortitude into you.
>In past years, you had heard people say that music is special in a way where it gives people motivation and drive to do things. You were never too sure about this sort of thing until you started to listen to music alone right now.
>It’s just the sounds, the rhythms and everything that comes with it. It… speaks to you. Something to take you away from the dull, quiet world that is filled with people who would take advantage of you the first change they get. It takes you away from that lazy, backwards school system that has had you feeling at the end of your rope with your patience.
>No wonder the girl has her headphones on all the time. They’re the only thing that give her access to a world she wants to listen to, and not the one she has to listen to.
>It’s the element of enjoyment… that element that has lingered in your mind ever since you started wanting to become a history teacher.
>The same thing made Lemon Zest power through her note taking, and it’s the same thing that makes you power through your situation now.
>You send an email to Lemon Zest stating that there’s a quiz coming up soon, and that you hope she’s going to do just as well on it as the last time.
>End your day with a large dinner… microwaved. You’re honestly not the cook of the year, but that’s besides the point. You’re not going to have any of this unnecessary bullshit anymore. Things were going just fine until Sour Sweet showed up.
>Cinch stopped riding your ass about everything, Zest got her headphones back, and it should have all ended right then and there. You can’t let her get into your mind with what goes on in her crazy little head.
>The girl is not messing this up for you.
>You fall asleep with an internal smile remaining within you.
~
>”You what?” Indigo Zap drills her friend Sour Sweet from the other side of the room.
>The salmon-haired girl looks down at her sleeping bag with a forlorn frown. “It’s just that… I was right there. I could have gotten into his pants right there.”
>”Well why the fuck did you pussy out?” Indigo spreads her arms out and raises her shoulders. “Like… what could have possibly went wrong? You were RIGHT THERE!”
>”He just looked so… helpless…”
>Indigo Zap groans in disdain.
>She falls back onto the bed and lets her head hit against the wall behind her, not even acknowledging the pain form the impact. “What the hell is up with you, Sweet? Did you really have to soften up at the literal… Mos. Inconvenient. Time?”
>”You know how I am, Indie!”
>”But you let him get away! You were supposed to snatch her away from Zesty so we could have him! I even skipped track practice for this! What the hell?” Indigo Zap’s cheeks flush with aggravation.
>Sour Sweet hides her head in her pillow and screams quietly.
>”He would have been right here with us right now if you didn’t chicken out, Sweet.” Indigo continues with an increasingly annoyed tone. “And you’re mouth would be blabbing about how much you suddenly care about him because his cock would be there instead!”
>”Shut up!”
>”Well this is what we’re stuck with! We’re not getting a piece of him right now and it’s all your fault!”
>”It’s not like I didn’t want to get a piece of him.” Sour Sweet feels a know in her throat, frowning even more sharply. “I just can’t help myself this time.”
>Indigo Zap facepalms. “Ugh. Whatever, just… it was an…” she grits her teeth as she forces the words out. “Honest… mistake…” She clenches her fish with a ball of cloth from her blanket in her fingers.
>Sour Sweet stares down at the floor, rubbing her hand across the carpet in her room. “I wish I could at least control how I feel sometimes.”
>”I said whatever! Just forget about it!” indigo repeats. “Just… forget about it.”
>She stares up at the ceiling, thinking about that hot young teacher she wanted inside of her at this exact moment on this very night. She thinks about how she made the mistake of trying to let someone else do the lesser dirty work for her instead of just handling it herself.
>Sour Sweet huffs again in acceptance of her failure.
>”Welp, guess it’s my turn now.” Announces the blue haired girl.
>”I fucking guess.” Sweet stands up and then silently storms out of the room.
>Indigo Zap can hear the girl cursing to herself in the bathroom. She lies on her side of the bed and thinks about what Mr. Mous might be doing right now. as in, at this very moment. What if he’s masturbating to the thought of her and her friends because of the advances?
>Could this have been made easier for Indigo to swoop in and take what she wants.
>The girls wants nothing more than to pick up where Sweet left off and to succeed where she failed.
~
>You get up a little bit earlier the next morning, taking a quick shower and eating a well balanced breakfast to keep yourself extra focused throughout the day.
>Drive to work with the sun rising beside your car, windows open and morning wind blowing through your hair.
>Make it to the school and head over to your classroom. There, you organize the notes that will be given today, and you get ready for whenever Cinch arrives at the school.
>Today would have been a better day for her to call you on your cell phone at five thirty in the morning.
>The light in the office lets you know that she’s there. You approach the office with nothing in your hands, ready to simple talk your way through this. You’re going to tell the Principal about what Sour Sweet said she was going to try to do with you, and what she was going to say to her once she felt up to it and stepped into the office.
>”Mr. Mous?” Cinch’s voice calls to you before you even appear in the doorway.
>You’d normally be a little uncomfortable with this, but it only puts you a little bit closer to talking with the principal and nipping this thing in the bud before Sour Sweet even has the slightest chance to turn it around on you.
“Principal Cinch?” You prepare yourself.
>”No need to worry, I already saw you coming over here.”
>You walk up to her desk.
“Oh. Heh, I didn’t know you could see what the cameras saw from your desk.”
>”It’s important to monitor all activity that goes on in the public areas of the school Just in case there are any cheaters. Or people who like… conference rooms a little too much.” She hints with a smug grin only appearing in her eyes.
>You pause.
“Wh-what?”
>”Before you say anything else, I should let you know that I have taken the liberty of reviewing the tapes of the security footage from yesterday, as I do every morning to see who I need to punish each day.”
“Um… okay.” You go along with it, already feeling more and more confident about where this encounter is going.
>”Follow me, Mr. Mous.” She stands up from her desk and beckons for you to come with her to the back room.
>A few steps alter and you find yourself in a small room filled with TV monitors containing multiple different shots of the school hallways… and classrooms.
>You’re not sure which happens first… the widening of your eyes or the smile the grows on your face.
>”This certainly is reassuring, isn’t it, Mr. Mous?” Cinch turns to you. “But before we continue, there is something you need to know.”
>You eagerly nod.
>”I saw you hiding the fact that you kept giving the headphones back to Miss Zest.” She steps closer to you. “And I know you’ve been trying to keep it happening behind my back.”
>The good feeling you has dwindles for a second, but fights to stay alive in hopes of hearing something a little bit better.
>”I knew your drawer was capable of being unlocked the entire time, and that you hid the keys behind the waste basket and thought there was no way of me seeing.”
“I… didn’t know you put cameras in the classrooms too.”
>”I like to keep that a secret from the students, so they fall under the impression that the classrooms are places where they can do the things they don’t know I see. Like cheating on tests and so on.” Her glare becomes more sinister. “And might I let you know right now that revealing any information about the secret cameras in the classroom would constitute for an automatic loss of one’s job if the situation came to it.”
>You nod not as eagerly this time, rolling along with what Cinch is reciting to you.
>”But… I feel as thought it’s also fair that I let you know that instead of addressing your evasive actions right away, I decided to prepare ahead of time. That’s where the next thing I’m going to explain comes in.
>Stare at the lady apologetically, looking away towards the floor once you realize that the raise of her eyebrow is not going to show any sympathy for you.
>”I was going to implement maximum legal punishment on you for disloyalty towards the school board’s code of conduct. I had been intensively reading up on everything I possibly could have, until I cam across a few things that wouldn’t have exactly supported my case.”
>You listen, waiting for your superior to continue.
>”As it turns out, faculty and staff are not allowed to withhold a student’s possessions for a sustained period of time. And my constant pushing for doing so would have been a good argument for your side of the deal had you decided to read up on the same rules I had. So my hands were tied.”
>This is giving you mixed feelings.
“So… what does this mean?”
>”Were you not paying attention?”
“Uhhh…”
>”I was about to use your attempts to save Zest’s possession of her headphones against you, but it turns out that I cannot do such a thing. Furthermore, I would like to apologize for plotting such a thing.” Cinch says something you thought would never escape her mouth. “Had it been something that coincided with the rules a little bit more, well, you wouldn’t had been so lucky. Consider this a privilege, Mr. Mous.”
>Just nod again, since your mind can’t really think fo anything else.
>”However… I have noticed something else the day before yesterday.” Cinch brings up, walking over to one of the monitors and pressing a button.
>What the screen shows rewinds to what you can assume is a few hours before. Cinch stops it at a certain point and gestures for you to watch the screen. From there, you can make out two familiar people standing in YOUR classroom.
>It’s you and Sour Sweet, and judging by the fact that she’s cornering you at your desk, you can tell exactly when this happened.
>”Miss Sweet emailed me a couple of hours ago stating that you did something inappropriate with her in your classroom, and that the only way to prove it was through the fact that she still had her clothes messed up while she was walking out of your room.”
>You blink several times, almost as though you hadn’t believed it until now. The girl actually went through with it anyway! You knew you couldn’t trust her to make up her mind with a set decision.
>The footage shows Sweet messing up her shirt and hair before leaving the room, and not doing with you any of the things she apparently told Cinch in the alleged email. You begin to smile again.
“So what do we do about this?” You’re starting to become a little bit more smug.
>Cinch sits down in her chair, for the sole purpose of swiveling herself around to face you. You’re pretty sure that the dramatic effect is the only reason why she did that. “I have… a plan, Mr. Mous.”
“Oh?”
>”You should consider yourself lucky to be my ally. Same for Miss Zest.” She brings up. “When I see this level of… academic dishonestly on tape, I tend to play with my prey before killing it.” Cinch herself begins to smile.
>A rush of excitement enters you.
>”Could you tell Miss Zest that I’m going to be checking up on the two of you today after school during your session?”
>Sharply nod.
>”Excellent. Dismissed.”
>Without another word, you exit the room, remembering what Cinch told you about not uttering a peep about the secret cameras in the classrooms. You’d rather not do so anyway, not with what you think Cinch is about to do.
>…
>Indigo Zap trots through the hallway with eyes seeking out a certain history teacher. She keeps her books close in steady hands during the course of her hunt.
>She must have walked by the classroom ten times so far today, and it’s not even lunch time yet. And Sour Sweet must have texted her at least twice as many times as that, with increasingly concerned messages regarding Mr. Mous’s whereabouts.
>It turns out that the only way to meet up with the teacher is right before or right after class; after school might be off the table with Lemon Zest always being there to get in the way.
>On the other end of the text messaging, Sour Sweet sits on the same bottom row of bleachers from yesterday with her own phone in hand. She remains at a position behind the small building from the school so the teachers can’t see her.
>Skipping school has some severe punishments of its own.
>But it’s not like Sweet didn’t dodge a bullet with what Principal Cinch is slowly planning for her.
>It isn’t long before History class begins, and Indigo stares you down as you walk back into the room from a quick coffee break in the conference room. She’s never been this early in the classroom before.
>The grin on her face reminds you of a certain Sour Sweet whom turns out to be absent by the time the desks fill up and the class period begins.
>Zest has her headphones on as usual; her presence and Sweet’s absence makes for a good mood bubbling within you.
>You assume that Sour Sweet is in Cinch’s office, most likely being subject to the full blast of the principal’s scolding at this very moment you stand before your class. You smugly grin as the lights are turned off and you switch on the overhead projector.
>The music from Zest’s headphones is just quiet enough for your talking to overcome it in the ear-shots on the rest of the students.
>Indigo keeps herself focused, thinking about all of the possible ways to get herself into detention after school.
 
FUNNER SUMMER WITH THE PINKIE PIE:
>"Come on, Anon! You gotta find something fun around here!" Pinkie Pie gestures to every resort activity scattered across the perimeter of the lake.
>Huff and cross your arms, looking down at the dirt below.
"I told you... I don't wanna do anything. Okay?" You try to look away from the girl so your eyes aren’t drawn to her nipples poking through her thin T-shirt.
>"But that's the whole point of summer camp!" Pinkie tells you. "It's to have fun with your friends."
>You look over to the other side of the lake where Applejack and Rainbow Dash compete against eachother in a volleyball match.
>Their competitive laughter in relation to your silence somewhat makes you upset.
>"What do you like to do for fun, Anon?"
>Look back in the direction of your cabin, wanting to stand up and walk back over to there without another word.
>Why did you even come here? You just want to play video games all night until the sun comes up.
>"Do you... like staying inside?" Pinkie gives you a confused look. "At summer camp?"
"Well... yeah. I'm not the outdoors-y type." You honestly answer.
>Pinkie looks at you with a blank face. "Well... what do you do indoors that's fun?" She looks at the same cabin you're looking at.
>You get ready to stand up.
>"No, really. I'd love to help you have fun hereat camp." The girl looks at all of her friends.
>She thinks back to earlier in the day when no one could think of anything to do. And when she had sent them on treasure hunts and hiking races to keep them occupied while she rearranged a lot of the things in camp.
>You remember watching the girl setting up the party decorations. She was... so quick and professional.
>All of those activities that she and her friends did. Applejack and Rainbow Dash starting up their still everlasting challenge to see who can win the most volleyball games. Fluttershy feeding all of the forest animals from the spare food that Pinkie Pie spilled right outside the camp. Twilight and Sunset staying on the treasure hunt to find an ancient book of spells.
>You don't know where Rarity went, last you saw her she was with the camp counselor.
>”Come ooooooon! What do you like to do for fun?” Pinkie jumps around, giving you another reason to look away lest you a hard on right in front of her.
>Keep looking away, but only find Pinkie jumping back into your line of sight. “Come oooon!” She repeats. “Look at me, Nonny! There’s gotta be something!”
>She looms over you, finally trapping your eyes into a position where they have to look directly at her.
>This is where she can tell right away what kind of thoughts you’re having; your wandering eyes have betrayed you.
“I j-just wanna go inside. Okay?” You’re too embarrassed not to stand up and try to walk away.
>But as you have your back turned, you feel Pinkie’s hand resting on your shoulder, pulling you back towards her direction.
>”But there’s no air conditioning in the cabins, Anon. You should wait until it’s nighttime before going back inside so it’s cooler.”
>Her sudden change of pace in her words shows you just how much she saw your eyes do. It’s too late to turn back.
>You’d rather run from this fate than face it. Turn away again and start walking.
“I’m tired!”
>”Aww, don’t be tired yet! We can do something fun!”
“Nah, I gotta sleep.” You continue in the same direction, awkwardly speeding up.
>But right before you’re out of earshot of Pinkie Pie, you hear her offer something quite unexpected.
>”Hey, Nonny!” She rushes over to catch up to you. “Have you ever had a tickle fight before? Maybe that will cheer you up.”
>She’s already pulling you by the arm by the time you think to answer.
“What do you mean?”
>”Oh hush. We’re just going for a little stroll, that’s all.” She cheerfully pulls you down a path along the outskirts of the camp.
>You walk with her, trying not to be any more rude than you already are.
“Where are we going?”
>”Somewhere where you haven’t been yet, of course! We don’t have to be in the camp to have fun with things. Look at Twilight and Sunset. They just texted me that they found a huuuuuge mountain where their map led them.”
“Is that what they’re doing? Following a map?”
>”Adventure is fun, Anon!”
>Pinkie leads you past a few clusters on trees into a large grassy clearing. The sounds from the nearby camp grow quieter the further away from it you walk with the bubbly pink haired girl.
>She literally won’t let you go during the entire walk to… wherever she wants to take you. You two cross a stream and head over a couple of hills, soon reaching somewhere where you hear rushing water in the distance.
>Approach it, and you discover that you’re at a fairly large sized lake beside a cliff where a couple of streams pour into it through tall waterfalls.
“Where are we?”
>”Shh…” Pinkie pulls you in the direction of the side of the water. “It’s okay, you can have the fun you want to have now.”
“What do you mean?”
>The girl stops right in front of the water, and sits down right next to where you stand with her. She tells you to sit down as well, still holding on to your arm.
>She practically pulls you towards the ground.
>”Hey… listen…” Pinkie pulls you closer to herself. “It’s okay if you don’t want to do any of the things in camp. You and I can have fun outside of camp like Twilight and Sunset are.”
“But I wanted to go inside. Can we please go back now?” You’re not so sure about saying this after hearing the word about the apparent tickle fight.
>”It’s too hot to go inside. And besides, it’s really nice out here! I just want you to have the best time you can possibly have here!” Pinkie tells you, pulling you even closer to the point where you’re leaning on each other.
“But what can I even do here?”
>”Didn’t you hear me before, silly? We can have a tickle fight!”
“But… isn’t that something little kids do? Like… we’re not little kids. We’re like, 19!”
>She starts to lightly jab her fingers into your sides, forcing you to jolt up. “You’re never too old to have a tickle fight, Nonny!”
“What the…” Your brain can’t figure out a way how to remember the way back from here. “Pinkie, what’s up with you.”
>”Come on, sit back down! It’s just a tickle fight!” She somehow managed to grab onto your hand as you were standing. “It’s fun!”
“But I…”
>”Just one? Please? I just want you to do one fun thing with me before we go back, promise.”
>You look in the direction you were about to walk. Starting from just beyond those trees, you would have no idea which direction to turn in to avoid getting lost.
“Uhh…”
>”Just sit down, silly. It’s just a tickle fight. It ain’t gonna hurt or anything. I don’t bite It’s not gonna-”
“Okay… okay…” You force yourself to chuckle.
>Pinkie’s hands jab you once again, somehow managing to make you uncontrollably jolt away again. “Heh, you’re a jumpy one!”
“Why are you doing this?” You can’t break free anymore with Pinkie’s arms suddenly wrapping around you.
>”Nonny, I know what kind of fun you like. It’s okay!” she presses herself into so her tits mash against your arm.
“Wh… wha?” You’re undeniably awkward now.
>”I saw you looking at me, but it’s okay. Lots of guys like to have that kind of fun, there’s nothing unusual about it.”
>You fold your arms as she continues to tickle you with worryingly eager fingers. She keeps going, laughing a bit and telling you to do it back.
“This is… really weird.” You can’t think of anything else to say.
>”Don’t be scared, just tickle me back.”
“But you still didn’t…” You get your mind back on track. “Why are you doing this?”
>”Everyone having fun while we’re here is my top priority.” She answers you. “So we’re doing something that we both like. I like tickle fights, and you like fooling around with girls. It’s perfect!”
>It’s like she didn’t even want to wait to “solve” you not having fun like everybody else.
“But… this is so sudden!”
>”Nah, not really.” She wraps her arms around you. “I mean, you were kind of looking at me a lot today. I even noticed it a couple of hours ago.”
“You… what?”
>”Daw, it’s okay! I don’t mind it as long as you’re honest about it.”
>She slips her hands under your shirt.
“Whoa, what the fu-” You try to sound annoyed to convince yourself that you’re not getting aroused by this.
>”It’s a tickle fight! Come on, do it back!”
>You blush heavily from Pinkie suggesting that you do the same to her. You’ve never really had the idea in your head before about a girl actually offering to let you do this type of stuff to you.
>”Aren’t ya gonna try, Anon? I’m winning!” Pinkie swivels her fingers across your bare skin now.
“Agh!” You start to play along, crossing your legs so your boner is less awkwardly visible. “You know what? You asked for it.”
>Grab the sides of Pinkie’s body and start tickling the girl. She automatically lets out a loud laugh that damn near takes out your hearing.
>”See?” Pinkie’s giggling voice goes back to a human-level volume. “Now you’re getting it.”
>She intensifies her attack, striking your shoulder blades with something that makes you jerk back and push your chest forward. You can’t help but laugh, encouraging Pinkie that she’s really getting to you now.
>She grins widely with a grin that says ‘I told you so’ with those sudden bedroom eyes.
“Pinkie…” You interject her next attack.
>”Gotcha!” She goes for your thigh, taking you be surprise. Her hand enthusiastically squeezes you and sends involuntary spasms through your leg.
>You should have known that Pinkie Pie would be good at tickling people.
“Y-you sure this is what you-”
>”Oh hush! You should know I love tickle fights. And you should know I love making you smile no mater what.” Pinkie reassures you. “This is no problem for me, promise! As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”
“…”
>”You don’t have to thank me.” She reaches under your arms, and gives a few soft jabs that force you to let out a stifled giggle. “You having fun is enough for me.”
>She hugs you with her arms still under your shirt and pulls you closer. Surprisingly enough, you let out another more awkward laugh before the turn back into giggles from Pinkie’s hands making you twist and turn right up against her.
>Is this some sort of fetish for her? To make someone else laugh and have fun whether they agreed to or not?
>She’s getting even more determined and tickling you everywhere on your torso to force you to smile. And… she’s really succeeding. The pleased look on her face as you feel the corners of your mouth turn up actually makes you start to shake.
>You become jumpy and aroused enough to start getting more brave and reach for her chest. Your arms are still free, and you begin to knead around on her body through her shirt.
>Pinkie yelps happily and pushes further up against you, almost making you fall over from the sudden force. She then pulls you towards her and falls over on her own not-so-accidentally, taking you with her.
>You land on top of the girl, soon losing all grip on caution and gaining all grip on her bulging breasts. The slight creases of a swimsuit can be felt under your fingers as you move them around Pinkie’s body. She twitches as you do this, starting to blush half as heavily as you are.
>The girl starts hollering. “Anon! You gotta go all in there, silly!” She pulls her hands out of your shirt and grabs onto your wrists. “You know you want to.”
>She directs your hands under the bottom rim of her tight T-shirt, soon getting your fingers to slip under. You laugh along with her, now nowhere else other than in the mood.
>Pinkie Pie twists under you as your grab-happy hands work their way up the soft skin on her torso. The flesh gives way under your fingers as you press harder into her sides, half sliding your hands in a way where you’re just feeling her skin.
>You double over to your side with Pinkie returning fire onto you to one up everything you’re doing. The grass below brushes against your face while you feel the girl climb on top of you and push you onto your back.
>When the grass is out of your eyes, Pinkie rests on top of you. But that doesn’t stop your hands from snaking their way up far enough to feel the strap of her swimsuit under her shirt.
>”No… keep going.” She tells you after you pause a moment to feel around.
>The girl scrunches your shirt all the way up to your shoulders and starts strategically poking your body to the point where you’re afraid of where her fingers might go each time they touch down.
>She pins you to the ground using your hold on her and makes you start to squeal in a high pitched voice. You shut your mouth in a slight rush of embarrassment, hoping that the girl didn’t hear your voice go that high.
>All she does is continue to tickle your sides and bring out the squeals once again on purpose this time. She… wants to hear you do this.
>You’re feeling just as uncomfortable as you are thirsty for more when your hands grapple onto Pinkie’s tits with only the thin bikini top separating your palms from her nipples.
>Get even more eager and push her to the same side as before, soon ending up reclaiming your position of being on top. Pinkie laughs encouragingly, squeaking when you flip her shirt up and fold it upwards until her entire torso is discovered.
>Repeat the same jobs at her sides as were inflicted on you, now becoming determined to win this… if you both weren’t going to win in the end anyway.
>Lock Pinkie’s legs between your thighs and shins, and start to squeeze your hands onto her hips. This makes the girl cry out again, just as loud as the first time you made her laugh.
>You feel her form moving around under your excited hands, following her swinging hips as she lies on the grass with her hands reaching back up to tickle you back. Watch her breasts sway as she moves around. The light blue bikini top desperately tries to hold them still and under its skimpy little shape.
>Take your hands and squeeze onto those tits with wiggling fingers, making Pinkie’s breathing escalate to a higher intensity.
>Get ready to pull that bikini top away, but your view is suddenly blocked out by your shirt being lifted over your face.
>Pinkie pulls you to the side again, in the same direction as before. She lifts one of her legs up to throw you off balance, and this eventually works after a couple of seconds of your confusion.You land on the sandy ground with a surprising splash.
>You didn’t know how close you were to the water until now.
>Pull your shirt all the way off and throw it back onto the dry land. You would have continued what you were doing to Pinkie had the girl not been on top now.
>She lets go of you for a brief moment and pulls her own shirt all the way off of her body.
>You strike while her hands are occupied, assaulting Pinkie right in the belly with your fingers and tickle her as much as you can before she counterattacks.
>She does so almost immediately, making you flail your arms around in reflex as she strikes under your arms once more. This girl knows exactly what makes someone start squirming around, and she uses it wherever you can’t block her.
>This is starting to seem “un-winnable” to you, especially when you’re subject to the full extent of the girl’s efforts to keep you cackling and pulling your arms away to block her own hands from making contact with the sides of your body.
>The struggle turns one sided as Pinkie traps you in a tight hold with her legs and shows no letting up. The tingles overcome you and make you tense up far too much to think straight.
>But she lets up, and lovingly puts her arms around you to pul you up close enough to eye level.
>”Told ya.” She listens to your mix between labored panting and giggling.
>The girl undoes the front of her denim shorts and unveils the bottom half of her bikini underneath. That top half hugging her heaving breasts is more than ready to fall off and away from the nipples trying to poke through.
>”You wanna swim for a bit?” She suggestively asks you as the shorts are pulled down past her thighs. “Maybe you’re better at tickling under water.”
>The girl even prowls forward on top of your a little bit until that blue fabric on the bottom is being pushed into by the solid bulge in your pants.
>Oh yes, she’s doing this on purpose.
>Nod your head.
“Let’s go.” You encourage the girl.
>The two of you wade through the ever-deepening water towards the center of the lake. Stop once the water reaches around chest level.
>Pinkie attacks immediately, making you jolt once more and breaking you out of your state of having your guard let down.
>The two of you repetitively and playfully convulsing your hands on each other’s bodies with your fingers. You find yourself heightening your laughter in response to Pinkie Pie wanting to do whatever she can to keep the smile on your face.
>It isn’t hard to notice this after a few increasingly suggestive clashes between the two of you.
>After another minute, Pinkie leads you to the shallow end of the water once more, where it’s easier for you to grab on to her and move your fingers around on the surface of her bare skin enough to force her to squeal and twist herself around.
>She does start to jolt away after a little bit, starting to become out of breath and not strike you as fast enough. Your skyrocketing arousal is only strengthening your drive, slowly earning you a dominant stance over the girl.
>You work your war around her arms and hands and grab on to her body with squirming fingers, making the girl twist around ever more… and pull you closer if she wants to feel more. Cradle her into a bear hug every time she does this, soon getting her to fall with you onto her knees.
>Now you’re holding her close to you as you tickle her; she can’t even turn away from it this time. You subject her to having to accept you slowly working your fingers under the fabric of her ever-loosening bikini.
>She playfully screams a couple of times, then breaks down into sustained fits of laughter as you invade her soft body with adventurous hands.
>Let your erection under your pants spoon Pinkie Pie from behind with your arms wrapping around to the front. Pinkie’s hands can’t keep up with yours, unable to stop you from sliding the tips of your fingers across the surface of her belly.
>Her squeaks become more high pitched as you move your hands from her hips slightly downward and towards the front of her. You feel her involuntarily twist her waist to turn away from your hands on both sides, but you dig under the rim of her bikini anyway.
>You’re convinced that she’s secretly just letting you do this at this point.
>Take your fingers and slide them just below her pelvic region, kneading around on the soft, slippery skin under them. Pinkie Pie loses her mind, instinctively lurching forward away from you with boisterous laughter escaping her lungs.
>She’s really out of breath right now, not even making the slightest attempt to tickle you back. Though, she doesn’t really have to with her mission being accomplished and all.
>The solidness jutting into her lower back proves that you’re enjoying yourself, or rather enjoying her.
>Pinkie can’t get away for a breather for even a second. You’re not exactly in the mood for letting up, ready to excite this girl beyond anything she could have expected for you.
>You reach further again, now feeling your fingers slip past a flap of skin.
>”Anon!” Pinkie can’t help but thrusts her hips forward. “Please… I’m super ticklish there!” The water splashes a lot more with her moving around so much so suddenly.
>Barely listening, you go in again.
>Pinkie Pie raises her bottom up, making the grinding force against the front of your pants ride the back of her bikini down. Something possesses you to take the opportunity to squeeze her asscheeks as they’re slowly revealed.
>She grunts loudly with each loving squeeze from your stern fingers, shivering as the bottom part of her bikini loosens even more and begins to fall away.
>Your fingers are revealed from under the fabric with the softness they clamp onto.
>Glide your hands around her soft hips towards her front again, realizing that the gaps between your fingers keep her bikini in place more than her waist itself.
>Pinkie jolts herself around a little more, a lot more excitedly this time. She’s shaking up a storm right in front of you… right up against you.
>She squeaks with strained laughter more intensively as your hands enter somewhere you certainly know is going to make the girl go crazy. The fit becomes tighter the further you reach.
>Those legs tighten together as you dig in. You can feel her shivering in response to your grip nearly penetrating her- now penetrating her.
>Her breathing quickens whenever you take your fingers and slide them back and forth against her moisture… which isn’t from the water. You’re evoking from Pinkie Pie a redness that you may not see, but know is there through the increasing heat on her soft flesh against your undulating hand.
>She practically squawks in arousal, racking back and forth as your fingers stimulate her everything. Her laughter only makes you push in harder.
>The splashing intensifies, and you have to hold onto her even more tightly to hold her still as you tickle her most sensitive spot.
>Her “most ticklish” spot.
>Pinkie cries out in a slur that you automatically translate in your dirty mind as a plea for more, and you respond accordingly. A few circular motions against the slippery walls of her vagina is enough to send her hips thrusting forward once again.
>Too aroused to let go… hang on with all your might.
>It now occurs to you that the water is getting more and more murky from Pinkie Pie’s legs kicking up a considerable amount of dirt under the water. And most of this happened when you slipped your fingers into the place that supercharged the girl’s legs.
>She damn near stands up with your weight pulling down on her. And when you get her to lower herself back down once more, her twisting body does its best to obey its reflexes and turn away from your crazy fingers.
>You don’t even miss the point in time when Pinkie was doing this to you; doing it to her on this whole other level is enough for you to be satisfied with everything that happened today.
>Heat her up even more, only slowing down to admire the surface of her smooth skin with a gentle, surveying touch. Pinkie’s breathing, happy and enticing, separates her words.
>”You’re… so good at this…” Her compliment promotes a bit of gentle rubbing from your end.
>She lifts up her shoulders and sighs with your dormant hand caressing her for the moment. You hadn’t realized that she was grabbing your hands with her own, probably trying the best she could to at least ease the effects provoked from what you were doing to her.
“Th-thanks…” You’re almost too aroused to talk, more than ready to dive back in and finish the job.
>”No one’s ever beat me in a tickle fight, before…” She hyperventilates. “But then again… I’ve never had… THIS… kind of tickle fight before.”
“Well…” You can’t think of anything else to say.
>Take your hands and move them out of her nether region, making the girl secretly sigh in disappointment that you’re teasing her with some sort of an intermission.
>Probe your fingers along the girl’s bare skin out on the open once more, soon finding your hands lifting out of the water and spreading the water all over Pinkie’s body.
>Her top half isn’t drying off that easily. At least on your watch.
>Make her as slippery as you can, taking your soaked hands and tickling that curvy form of hers up and down everywhere you can feel. Her previous sounds are replaces by enthusiastic moans.
>And you just KNOW that a portion of the moisture on your hands isn’t just the water from the lake. It wouldn’t string out so easily when you lift your hands away had that been the case.
>Get your attacking hands in there still, reaching all up and down Pinkie’s supple sides and under her arms to make her giggle and squeal as much as you want her to, and then hopefully some more.
>She’s like slippery putty in your hands. Hard to manage, but the difficulty just makes you yourself harder.
>That bikini top on Pinkie Pie just can’t hold on like it did a few minutes ago.
>You’re been getting rougher with the girl, jabbing your tickling fingers everywhere on the top of her body and basking in her fleshy goodness. The skimpy little thing slides around as you move to the side of the girl from behind, hands still delivering their full attention to her slippery skin.
>That smile you see on Pinkie’s face makes you realize why she wanted to see one on you this whole time. Even without the arousal, this would have felt incredible to make a girl feel this way.
>To… influence happiness?
>Grab onto those soft breasts and force Pinkie Pie’s nipples out from under the fabric. You start to swirl your fingertips around them to make the girl feel even more of a variety of… this.
>The more she feels, the more you feel. It’s funny to think that this started with that being the other way around.
>A few eager pulls on the strings is all it takes for the thing to slip away completely and end up drifting alone towards the shoreline.
>Pinkie’s breasts mash up against your hands, giving your fingers little wiggle room. But the tight space only makes for more and more excitement out of both you and her.
>Hold the girl closer to you, even finding yourself unable to plant a kiss or two on the girl’s neck.
>Pinkie lets out the most high pitched strained squeal you’ve heard out of her yet, confirming that your hands are doing an exquisite job. This takes away your ability to resist diving… back under the water.
>Your fingers are sandwiched between the girl’s soft thighs once more, and slip into that one special place once more.
>And so, you make Pinkie’s breathing grow faster once more, and she welcomes what your fingers to do her as they infiltrate. She tenses her walls around you every time you make her convulse with pleasure, and you can’t help but go deeper every time.
>Tickling this girl as thoroughly as you can.
>As she sways her hips around a bit more in the splashing water, you feel what’s left of her bikini slipping off, taken away by the current of the water.
>You squeeze her inner thighs for a moment, pulling the tiny article of clothing down and off. The knots of string on her hips come undone with a few tugs, and Pinkie is made completely bare and exposed to your returning hands.
>Thrust your fingers this time, not so much tickling and more finger-fucking the girl now. Though, you can say that this tickles her even more than what you did before; she’s heating up and shaking up a storm up against you.
>Hold her hips steady so your fingers can do their work. Spread your finger tips out as they go deeper, and resume the circular rubbing to hear those delighted squeals come out of Pinkie once again.
>She pleasantly throws her head back and moans at the sky above. Her heightening pitch tells you how close you’re pushing her.
>You’re behind the girl again, pulling her back with one of your arms curiously wrapping around her. Your hand naturally grabs onto her breasts once more while the other hand is busy giving this girl five really good reasons to squeal into the sky again.
>This is looking like something much different from a tickle fight at this point, even if actual tickle fights have much less stimulation than this.
>It all depends on where your hands are.
>You keep your hold on Pinkie Pie steady and strong as you feel her thrust her hips forward out of the water and into the open air. She’s not bucking your hand off… and out… of her that easily.
>Her weight is on top of you now, and your one armed hug keeps it this way. Hold her still as you go all in with this tickle fight, about to win in every way you can think of right now.
>Holding back nothing, doing everything your fingers possibly can to her walls.
>Feel Pinkie’s ass clench with each burst that makes up her imminent orgasm. The juices can be felt spilling onto your wrist, up your forearm and heard dripping into the water below.
>She desperately rams her hips into the space in front of her, only reinforcing the grasp your hand has on her from the angle its at and forcing herself to feel the stimulation more.
>The nearby cliffs and trees echo with the sultry, low-pitched moans that Pinkie elicits from the overload of her senses. They momentarily echo with the splash that follows, as Pinkie Pie goes limp and falls back onto you.
>They then don’t echo with anything else for… quite a while.
>…
~
>Pinkie Pie showed you the way back to camp. You thank her for doing so as you sit next to her in front of the campfire with all of her friends sitting with you in a circle.
>They seem surprised at the face that you are actually outside with them for a change.
>”So!” Pinkie Pie turns to Twilight and Sunset, eyeing the magical book they have in their hands. “Did you two have fun?”
>You’re fading in and out due to the lack of energy in your system. You’re rarely up this late.
>”We sure did.” Sunset answers, holding Twilight close to her.
>You’re not sure how you can tell, but you know for a fact that those two got into a tickle fight of their own.
>The night ends after scary stories are told, and you finally enter your cabin for the first time today since like morning or whatever.
>Obligatory end things, you go to sleep, yadda yadda yadda.
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