Title:           Week15 - GreentextSavant
Author:          AlexanderGrey
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First Edit:      Saturday 2nd of July 2016 01:14:29 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 2nd of July 2016 01:14:29 AM CDT

LISTEN
>You look at Cinch for a split second, trying to figure out what it was that changed her viewpoint on the situation so suddenly. Based on what you’ve seen of this lade before, something else must have come into play that uses power and authority as one of the dominating factors.
>But it’s best not to dwell on it now and take what you can get — as long as you’re not being thrown under the bus.
“She’s been doing relatively well so far.” You add. “Though, I did tell her that she needs to understand that the headphones stay here.” You would have felt more sick saying this if it were actually true.
>Zest looks down towards the floor.
>”Well I have to say… I’m quite in favor of this new idea.” Cinch nods her head, grinning as thought she’s proud of you in a makeshift way.
“Heh, well you know me. Always trying to find a way to make learning more enjoyable.”
>Cinch’s grin fades for a second. “Well… it may be important to remind you that learning isn’t about having fun, it’s about being effective.”
“True, but maybe learning being more fun is the process of it becoming more effective.”
>It’s really too bad that teachers nowadays rarely find a right way to do this. The entertainment act always falls through the floor and then it’s back to filling out packets for homework… except the lesson has a playful little theme to it this time.
>It truly is too bad, isn’t it?
>Having allowed your train of thought to block out whatever it was Cinch just told you, you find the door slamming shut with the principal back in the hallway without a word processed. Zest sits in her seat, highly confused, until you decide to just go on with the lesson, since Cinch would rather just walk away hoping that you listened to her.
>Whatever, you’ll just ask her again later. You’re getting lazy anyway.
>…
>Later on in the day, as you’re sitting on your couch in your house, you get a phone call from Principal Cinch’s office. It’s 5:30 PM this time.
>She’s never called at this time before.
“Hello?”
>She lays the facts onto you immediately. “Mr. Mous, I’m calling to let you know that there has been a flaw in our plan. It appears that some reading I had done on the subject of the matter proved to be useful, which is the reason why I told you to let her have her headphones back.”
“Our plan?” You start to feel agitated while also failing to remember Cinch telling you the last part of what she said. “I thought it was your plan.”
>”That doesn’t matter.” Cinch tells you. “But as it turns out, when it comes to the act of keeping a student’s property after school hours, we actually can’t do that.”
>You lean forward as you hear her say this.
“Wh-what?”
>”It’s apparently true.”
>Back in that school classroom, when you ignored Cinch’s apparent order to return the headphones back to Zest’s possession. The girl never got them back. A knot forms in your stomach as you realize this, and your conversation with Cinch only feels more and more awkward as it goes on.
>You listen to her this time around… after it’s too late.
>”So that’s pretty much it. I’m certain that Miss Lemon Zest has learned her lesson by now with the day she’s gone without her headphones. I’m sure this would get the message through her head that Crystal Prep does not tolerate slackers.” She re-rationalizes her loss, which technically hasn’t even happened yet.
>Say nothing of Zest still not having her headphones. If anything, you’re shocked as to how quick the principal was to turn around and try to cover her tracks. You’re disgusted, to be honest.
>But what scares you more is that you know for a fact that Cinch will do anything she can to deflect the blame to you instead of herself if the situation came to it. If there’s anything Cinch unconditionally cares about more than anything else, it’s her OWN reputation. This is where you have to walk on thin ice.
“Alrighty then, thanks for calling me.” You conclude without another word before Cinch hangs up first once more.
>It’s already an apparent fact that the school’s closed for the day. There’s no fixing this until tomorrow.
>…
>At her own house, Lemon Zest lies on her bed facing the ceiling with her arms crossed behind her head. It’s a little bit hard to keep the headphones on her head in place with her arms always bumping them around, but that mostly because of Zest nodding her head to the beat in another glorious victory. Listening to “Straight up”.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=El1kgCqD7Xk
>The volume is turned up loud enough for the girl to have no idea that her mobile phone is vibrating on her desk.
>When her eyes are open, they gaze up at the ceiling, and when they’re closed, they imagine themselves surrounded by other rockers as the largest concert Lemon Zest could possibly imagine.
>Little to no thought is given in her mind about Mr. Mous. But after the girl heard Cinch reveal that the headphones could be returned, she wasn’t about to to go home empty handed, or rather bare headed. She wanted a song to listen to when she walked through her front door.
>Mr. Mous’s inattentiveness may have allowed what Cinch said to fly over his head, but it also allowed the bright pink color of Zest’s headphones to fly right past the corner of his eye.
>”Toy Soldiers” begins to play https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvdLovAaYzM
>Zest shoots her fist into the air when the melody hits. She mouths the words perfectly in sync, wearing the widest smile on her face.
>Mr. Mous on the other line is sweating bullets as the girl doesn’t answer, thinking about how he could lose his job if Cinch randomly decides to defend her honor.
>And after a few more minutes pass, another call comes in towards a different phone in the house from a different number. Principal Cinch, now calling to make sure that Zest had retrieved the headphones and to convince herself that her honor is not on the line.
>And on the other line, no one picks up once again. Zest’s parents are out of the house. The ringing of the phone downstairs would have been audible to Zest had she two free ears to hear what was going on.
>The night goes on, and Zest cranks the volume a little bit higher each time a new song plays… and the calls stop eventually.
~
>The next morning, you stride down the length of the hallway in the direction of your classroom, nervously twiddling your thumbs on occasion. You must have ran at one point in order to make it to your classroom so quickly, the first few seconds after you entered the front doors felt like minutes.
>The last place you remember putting the headphones is inside of the drawer as you were talking to Lemon Zest. You vaguely remember a highlighter pen rolling off of the edge of the desk’s surface as you were closing the drawing, bringing your lazy self to push the drawer the rest of the way closed with your behind as you picked the utensil up.
>But you only remember any of this happening after you roll the drawer open to find the pair of headphones missing. their absence is what makes you mentally take a step back and slowly realize what must have happened.
>Even thought this may have positively benefitted you at some point during all of this, Lemon Zest is a hell of a clever girl. You wonder what other hoops she’d jump through just to have her music.
>Zest can already tell that you know what happened when she walks into class. She walks straight up to your desk and locks her hands in front of herself, but you already aren’t going to blame her for anything. A bitch principal is a bitch principal no matter which way you look at it.
“Miss Zest!” You warmly greet her.
>”Hey, uh…”
“Don’t worry about, that was my fault.” You just nip the thing in the bud so you can start class already and avoid the awkward confrontation. “I didn’t hear what she said, but I don’t blame you. Cinch told me over the phone last night, but that was after it was too late. But it’s all settled now. Nothing to worry about.”
>Indigo Zap and Sour Sweet listen in on the short encounter. They whisper to eachother.
>”Oh… thanks.”
“Yeah, no prob. Alright, let’s wait for everyone else to get here and we’ll get started.” You turn your attention to the class.
>Lemon Zest returns to her seat, immediately starting to talk to her two friends. They seem to ask her a few questions by the time you’re talking attendance, but you really don’t think anything of it. As long as you don’t have Cinch to deal with.
>You notice Zest keeping her headphones in her backpack, but still not exactly writing much down on her paper. It still worries you, but you figure that this is something you’d rather sort out later.
>…
>Class and the rest of the day has gone by.
>Your mind is actually somewhere in the lessons you’ve taught today, as it usually is whenever there isn’t some sort of situation going on. And it’s safe to say that there really isn’t anything urgent going on anymore.
>That is… until you run into Lemon zest in the hallway right in front of your classroom door.
>You were just getting ready to leave to you car and go home.
“Miss Zest?”
>”Hey… so can I go in?” she gestures to the classroom with her headphones on.
>Oh.
>You completely forgot about that.
“Are… you sure you want to stay after?” You take a quick look back at the door. “I mean…”
>”I thought we were still doing this.”
>You think back to Lemon Zest not writing down a lot of her notes. It doesn’t take long for you to agree with her. The door is unlocked and opened in less than five seconds.
“Go on in.” You mentally prepare yourself to give notes.
>Zest’s music can be heard blasting into her ears once again, and you think you recognize the song this time. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDK9QqIzhwk
>The lesson pretty much goes as it did last time — you show Zest the slides on the overhead projector and she jots down her notes with her head nodding to whatever song is playing. You notice the girl is listening to a lot of hit 80’s songs. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jK-NcRmVcw
>But the important part is that the girl is obviously enjoying herself. You watch her go by page after page of notes, not even slowing down for a second.
>When the session ends, you start to become curious to see what it was that she wrote down. The girl has already packed her notebook and other school supplies away into her backpack, but not her headphones that remain on her head with the music still blaring as she stands up.
>Asking her to show the notes obviously don’t do anything, so you just gesture with your hand instead. She reaches into her backpack and shows you everything she wrote during the after school session.
>The first thing you notice is how large her handwriting is; the characters and graphite strokes take up nearly two lines on the lined paper. But then you realize how many repeating letters there are in some of the words, as well as some of the ordering of the words.
>She’s… she’s almost imitating the lyrics to the songs she was listening to, except a lot of the words were replaced by terms from the notes.
>You’re… honestly amazed at what you’re seeing here. You can almost feel the energy emitting form these notes. It’s one of the last things you expected to see, even with Zest’s apparent love for music.
“Well… this is interesting.” You comment, forgetting about the fact that the girl can’t hear you. “Is… this how you remember things?”
>Turn to look at her, and realize that there’s still a song blocking out her hearing.
>She notices you trying to get her attention and lifts one of the earpieces off of her ear, letting the deafening music fill the room as though it were coming out of a stereo. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3MXiTeH_Pg
>”Huh?” She has to speak loud now for even you to hear her.
“I said this is interesting!” You point to the paper and force a smile.
>”Oh!” Zest nods. “Yeah, it helps me remember the things more. Because I like to remember song lyrics a lot and this really works the same way.”
“Awesome!” You watch her pack her things back up.
>That comforting silence that somewhat returns when Zest puts the earpiece back in to place. It’s a good thing she can’t hear you sigh in relief.
>The girl leaves before you know it and you stay in your classroom for a while to re-evaluate your lessons and prepare whatever it is you’re going to deliver tomorrow.
>…
>”Hey, Zesty. What took ya so long?” Indigo Zap greets her friend as she approaches the eating table at the mall.
>”Sorry I’m late, girls. Was taking some history notes in Mr. Mous’s classroom for a bit.” Lemon Zest sits down and takes a loot at the mini shops to buy some food at. “What’ve you been up to?”
>Sour Sweet spins around in her seat with a wide smile growing on her face. “Mr. Mous?” She clamps her hands together. “That super cute teacher?”
>Indigo starts to smile as well, remembering the episode Zest had with Mr. Mous a couple of days back about her headphones.
>”Oh, we’re not doing much. Just hanging around.” Indigo Zap is quick to change the subject on this matter. “Say… how was it staying after in Mr. Mous’s class?” The tone of her voice alone shows interest.
>”Hmm?” Lemon Zest tilts her head to the side.
>”Like… what did you do there?” Sour Sweet continues. “Did you just take notes or…”
>Zest lets out a small chuckle. “Well yeah, that’s pretty much all I did there. I mean, it was really fun. So much better than sitting in class in the middle of the morning. I’m at least more awake and there are less people around me to turn the volume down.” She brings forth.
>The other two giggle at eachother, speaking in an otherwise unspoken language. “Is that ALL you did there?” Indigo repeats what Sweet asked.
>Now Zest forces a giggle in response. “Aw come on, girls. You always think it’s something like that!”
>”Well what else do we have to go on?” Indigo tells her. “Like, your headphones get taken away… again. But you don’t just get them back this time, and the teacher keeps it locked away somewhere, so you… convince him to give them back to you by compromising with… after school sessions.”
>”I think you watch too many movies.” Zest replies.
>Sour Sweet bursts out with laughter, patting Lemon Zest on the shoulder in encouragement of her comeback. “Oh wow!”
>”That doesn’t exactly make sense, you know. I’m usually outside or in the gym. Can’t exactly watch movies there.”
>”Ha! A typical response from someone who just got burned!” Sour jeers at the girl.
>”But it’s still true, though. I was just there for note taking.” Repeats Zest with her index finger ready to turn the volume on her headphones up. “It was really helpful! I haven’t taken that many notes in so long… I felt like I had super powers or something.”
>Indigo chortles at Zest’s comparison. “S-super powers?” She smugly grins at the girl before covering her face to laugh in silence.
>Sour Sweet’s face starts to exaggerate the smile it wears. “Lemon…” She says to her friend. “You need to realize how good you have it.”
>”What do you-”
>”YOU HAVE… MR. MOUS LETTING YOU STAY AFTER CLASS FOR PRIVATE SESSIONS!” Sour Sweet loudly annunciates. “Why… are… you taking this for GRANTED?!”
>Zest would have backed away had she not been in a chair. “Ohohokay… I know that voice.” She reaches for the volume on her headphones.
>”Zesty…” Indigo is finished laughing. “We… got a mission for you.”
>”Oh, do you now?” The girl turns the volume on her headphones to the max to drown out their words, playing another 80’s song. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KrZHPOeOxQQ
>…
>You’ve been thinking about endless new ways to adjust your teaching methods after what happened in Lemon Zest’s notebook.
>After all these years of you teaching (all three of them), you’ve never been able to find a way to incorporate the things a student had taken interest in directly into the coursework. It was never a possibility in your mind that a student would end up being the one to show you how such a thing was done.
>To test the effectiveness of Zest’s preferred way of taking notes, you plan a random pop quiz a couple of days after the ‘conflict’ ends.
>Something relatively simple, shouldn’t catch too many students off guard.
>In fact, you yourself are caught off guard when you find that Lemon Zest had actually scored a perfect hundred on that pop quiz.
>She has a gleeful look on her face every time she stays after school at this point. You watch her write those notes down, practically burning a hole through the paper itself with how fast she is writing. Nothing has to be verbally spoken to her; all you do is bring up the slides and then pull up some side notes you added to the power point slide.
>This may be a little bit less fun for you at first, as you like to hear yourself describe the events taking place. It pretty much completes the whole story for you — one of the reasons you love giving these lectures so much. Zest doesn’t seem to mind when she notices that you’re beginning to talk out loud despite her not being able to hear you.
>If anything, it shouldn’t have been hard to put it together in her head.
>…
>It’s Friday once more, and the final bell fo the school day just rang. You stay in your classroom this time, not planning on locking up until about an hour from now.
>The footsteps of one of the students desiring to stay after sound a little bit earlier this time. You expect to see Zest standing there in the doorway, but Sour Sweet, giving you a half smile, stands in the place you look.
>You almost frown.
“Can I help you?”
 
THE EENCY WEENCY RARASPIDER
>You wake up feeling a bit... restrained.
>After opening your eyes and quickly evaluating your situation, you find yourself trapped in an entanglement of spider webs.
>You're extremely confused at this, taking your time to see just how tightly you're wrapped in there.
>"Did you have a nice nap, darling?" A familiar voice greets you from either behind, above or both.
>You look up, and soon find a swirly head of hair looming above you.
"Wh-wha..." You start to mumble.
>Raraspider might have cut you off if you had continued speaking due to the excitement in her tone, but her polite cadences suggest otherwise.
>"It's okay, darling. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you."
"Huh?"
>Feel a tube shaped object brush up against your restrained shoulder.
>It's... a leg?
>Well... well duh. This is Raraspider, isn't it?
>"How are you feeling, darling?"
"I..."
>You're at a loss for words.
>The last thing you remember doing, however it was you got here... it's all a blur.
>Is this a dream?
"I'm so... confused..." You admit.
>Raraspider lets out the cutest sigh, now using her humanesque arm to reach down and stroke your cheek.
>Her fingers mimic the legs of a spider, gently pitter pattering across the surface of your face.
>"It's okay. How would you like me to make everything clear to you?" Her tone gets a bit more hushed.
"Wha... huh?" You question.
>"Mmmmm..."
>What the hell was that?
"What am I doing here, Rarity?" You struggle to come back to your composure.
>A soft finger presses against your lips... and pushed between the lips into your mouth.
>"All is well darling. Trust me... you have my word."
>Needless to say, your breathing quickens.
"Why am I wrapped up?" You squirm around as much as you can to no avail as you feel the web holding your cocoon in place bend and warp from Raraspider seductively creeping around you.
>Rarity giggles.
>"Because I know how much you'd squirm, darling. But it's okay."
"Wait..." You start to hyperventilate. "W-what?!"
>Your eyes widen in the face of Raraspider crouching herself down above you.
"What are you doing?!"
>"Shhhh.... it's okay, darling."
"What. Are. You. DOING?"
>Her finger returns to your lips, slipping itself inside like how it did last time.
>"Oh, I'm sorry it had to turn out like this. But you've at least been happy for this long. That's a good way of looking at it, right?"
>Literally what?
"Literally WHAT?"
>She wraps her human arms around you, pulling you in close in a way where you are face to face with her.
>"Listen to me, darling."
>You're not sure what your feelings are doing right now... you don't even know if you're thinking straight.
>"I've already started to make you numb. I promise you won't feel a thing above mild tension."
"Wh-what?" You are now starting to feel something pressing into you.
>It's... it's penetrating you.
>What the hell is she doing?
>As you wonder this, your train of worried thought is cut short by Raraspider's loving ambrace pulling you closer to her bosom.
>The top she's wearing barely covers her breasts, and her pushing your face right into her chest area does surprisingly well in calming you down.
>Whatever it is that's down there, it's going inside of your body through your lower back around your tailbone.
"Wha-" Youmanage to utter. "What is that?"
>"Shh... I'm numbing you up, darling. But not too much."
>You slightly feel something ripping away at the web around your pelvic area.
>What the fuck?
>"You're not going to feel anything that hurts. Just the soft touches." Raraspider's voice vibrates through her chest against your face.
"U-uh..."
>"Shhhh...." Raraspider hushes you. "Just the soft touch. Just the soft touch, darling."
"Why..."
>She pauses for a split second, perhaps wondering what to say next.
>"You're my only source of food left, darling. All the others are already gone."
>A desperate sound escapes your lungs.
"Rar... rares..."
>You're silenced by a sustained kiss on the lips.
>The sound of fabric being torn is the only thing to indicate that Rarity's doing something to the front of your pants... and then your boxers.
>Before you know it, you can feel a human-like crotch grinding against your bare dick.
>"It'll be okay, darling. I'll make your last moments your best."
>Raraspider starts to massage her breasts right in front of your eyes -- inches away.
>She lets her hands make the fabric of her frilly top slide out of place... and your penis starts to stand up as her nipples are brought into plain view.
>When she mashes the breasts into your face again, there has been something taking over your natural defense mechanisms.
>You're no longer resisting, or even thinking to remember what the act of resisting is.
>"This will be your favorite moment of all your life, darling." Raraspider's voice now entices your ears with her words, making your heart flutter with each thing she says you try to understand.
"Mmmmmm..."
>"Mmmph... yes..."
>Your mouth probes its way with kisses towards her right nipple, and latches on as you feel her arms welcomingly tighten their embrace on you.
>It may have been a little hard to tell a few seconds ago, but you're fully erect at this point.
>It becomes easier to tell once you feel your head then shaft slide into something warm and soft.
>Raraspider hums to you, rubbing along the length of your dick with what you're now certain is her pussy. She's going back and forth in a gradual fashion.
>"All is well, darling..."
"Mmmmmhhmmmmmm..."
>Her kiss muffles your answer.
>You feel her tongue mercilessly parade around the inside of your mouth. It dances with your tongue, and her glossy eyes gently shut for a few seconds as she gets into the kiss.
>Raraspider neatly folds her top so it stays positioned on her collarbone, keeping her luscious brasts out in the open.
>She gives you the cue to dive back in, kissing and sucking like there's literally no tomorrow.
>And to an extent of entirety, that's exactly the case.
>There isn't a tomorrow for you... though, you're becoming more and more complacent with the fact by the moment.
>You're brought closer to orgasm, Raraspider working fast to stimulate your cock under the warm hug of her pussy tightly around it.
>It comes closer, and your body does heat up a little. But... only a little.
>Much less than how it heats up when you masturbate.
>Something's different.
>"Almost there, darling."
>You roll your eyes back into your head... even before you orgasm.
>And when you do, you body lets out a few final twitches, as though it's shaking off its heat. Shedding your body heat.
>And there it is.
>That moment.
>That moment.
>The load furiously shoots out of your dick.
>And you shiver uncontrollably.
>Raraspiders tightly holds you to restrain your rampant squirming. You shudder... and shudder... and shudder all being cradled in the loving hold of Raraspider.
>Her spider legs cradle your two human ones wrapped up in web like a rib cage.
>Her arms hold you... ever so dearly.
>Raraspider... your last, but not least lover.
>You're still cumming.
>There's no easy way of telling what's going on, but you're feeling gradually colder.
>And colder.
>And colder.
>Until you realize that... there's more than semen escaping you throughout your dick.
>And that's the last thought you have... right as you ejaculate into the voluptuous Raraspider.
>"I love you so much... sweet dreams, darling."
>And that's the last thing you ever hear.
FIN