Title:           Anon - Alone with Rarity
Author:          FingerbangingMLP
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First Edit:      Monday 1st of August 2016 01:27:54 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 1st of August 2016 01:27:54 PM CDT

>Alone, hidden away in an unused school room, you and Rarity have your "study" sessions.
>She sits on a desk in front of you, a leg over the other, a history book in her hand, and an unbuttoned blouse showing just a glimmer of cleavage.
>"Norman invasion of England." she dips her glasses slightly on the tip of her dainty nose, waiting for your answer.
>You frown in concentration.
"Ten sixty... six?"
>She smiles coyly, a hand undoing the last button as she pulls it over her head.
>Her pristine with skin now fully displayed to you.
>With a quick once over of her hair, she puts her glasses back on.
>You bite your lip as you spy the last article of clothing that prevents you from seeing her fully.
>That goddamn frilly bosom catcher just fucking taunting you!
>Rarity picks the book back up after neatly putting aside her clothes on a small growing pile.
>She uncrosses her legs teasingly before standing up with a ruler pointing at you
>she levels another question.
>"Magna Carta."
>You pull out a hanky to swipe away some moisture gathering on your forehead.
>You know this!
"Twelve fifteen"
>"Right again, darling~" she says, closing the book with the ruler as a page marker, using her, now free, hand to trace her body as she moves lower and begins working on her skirt
>You unconsciously lean forward and she smiles a sultry smile, enjoying the attention
>She stops just shy of her thighs, while she slightly bends over forward, her hair framing her lovely cleavage.
>"Spanish Armada."
>Oh fuck oh fuck
"Fifteen... eighty... fiv-?"
>Her previous coy expression shifts to one of displeasure.
"six?"
>She straightens herself back
>"Anonymous, please, surely you know this." she makes for her blouse
>Your dick panics
"Fifteen seventy-eight, no, fifteen fourty-three!"
>Rarity just shoots it all down
"Nineteen eighty-five?" you're just shooting the wind as you slump into your chair, Rarity already bottoning up.
>"Shall we review our notes?"
>You scream internally