WM: Principal Celestia At The Beach (minus ending)

>Ah, the beach.
>A place to swim, a place to tan, a place to show off the glorious body you've been gifted with...
>The beach has got it all.
>Celestia, the principal of Canterlot High, stood atop the steps leading down to her local beach, her pinkish-white body seemingly sparkling in the sunlight.
>Her body was covered with naught but a skimpy pearl-white bikini, with a pair of sunglasses disguising her roving eyes.
>The only items she carried with her were a modestly-sized beach towel and a bottle of tanning lotion, both of which were currently occupying her right arm.
>Her left arm shielded her eyes from whatever sunlight her glasses didn't catch, allowing her to properly observe the strip of sand before her.
>What she could see didn't bode as well as she had originally thought it would.
>While her imagination had run wild with a beach full of attractive thirty-somethings for her to hit on, reality was much less kind.
>Both the sand and the water beyond it swarmed with young children, their parents either napping in the sun or talking amongst themselves, ignoring their offspring for the most part.
>The air about Celestia was filled with the sounds of shrieks, squeals, and shouts, a far cry from the peace and tranquility she had envisioned in her mind.
>Then again, what did she expect?
>It was the school holidays, and this place was hardly a resort.
>A disappointed sigh escapes her, as Celestia makes her way to a secluded spot away from the bulk of the beachgoers.
>She lays down her towel on the soft white sand, sitting herself down on it shortly after.
>Celestia wonders what to do with herself now that she's here.
>Her original plan was to oil up and start strutting her stuff up and down the beach, but now...
>Now she doesn't know what to do.
>She could tan, or swim... that's about it, really.
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>Lying in the sun and relaxing sounded like a good time to her, despite the constant racket from the children playing nearby.
>Squirting some of the tanning lotion into her hands, Celestia sets herself to work protecting her fair skin from the sun's burning rays.
>First she covers her arms, then her shoulders, neck, and face, removing her sunglasses to properly coat herself.
>It's when she gets to her chest that she starts noticing the gazes of the other beachgoers boring into her.
>Apparently, Celestia has an audience.
>Well, showing off is what she came here to do...
>Celestia slows her hands, turning her movements from fast and efficient to slow and sensual.
>Her palms glide easily across her back and stomach, working their way under the straps of her bikini, coming within centimeters of her breasts and private areas.
>After all, she wanted to show off, not to get arrested for public indecency.
>Celestia could see more than a few glares from the various wives present as she moved onto her legs, making extra sure to throughly coat the inside of her thighs with the protective oils.
>At this point even a few of the older kids had started watching, finally putting a damper on Celestia's mood.
>She was okay with gaining the attention of a few fathers, but none of these children looked older than twelve.
>A shiver went down her spine as she hurriedly applies the last of her lotion, trying not to think about the ideas she must be inspiring in the minds of the still-staring preteens.
>But try as she might, Celestia simply can't banish the thoughts.
>Her skin crawls, and she feels filthy all over.
>It's not a pleasant sensation, that's for sure.
>Perhaps a swim will calm her nerves, and help wash away these awful feelings.

>But before she can take more than ten steps, Celestia is accosted by a group of young girls, all asking to bury her in the sand.
>Despite her protests, the children keep pressing her, unleashing their puppy dog eyes on our unprepared principal.
>Celestia is unable to resist the shining beacons of adorableness, and finally gives in to their demands, lying on the beach as they cover her with sand.
>Before long, Celestia has been reborn as a beautiful sand mermaid, the area where her legs used to be having been shaped into an intricately-patterned tail.
>A pair of shells cover her sandy mounds, keeping her human half as modest as can be.
>Celestia's head peeks out above the work of art, her hair partially buried under its shoulders.
>Her eyes are closed in relaxation, and her face bears a satisfied smile upon it, the joy of the girls having rubbed off onto the principal.
>All thoughts from earlier have been purged, with only the thoughts of how much fun these girls were having just drawing in the sand remaining.
>Why couldn't she find such joy in the smaller things anymore?
>Probably because she found such joy in the big things, Celestia thought to herself, a lewd smile appearing on her lips.
>There's that confidence from before surging back.
>Things are looking up once again, in Celestia's eyes.
>The girls ask if they can take a photo of their work, to which our principal eagerly agrees.
>One lopsided image of a mermaid surrounded by a group of smiling little girls later, and Celestia was free to go.
>It was a shame to destroy something so pretty, Celestia thought, but she had to get up sometime.

>The sand falls off of her torrents as she brings herself to her feet, but something far more worrying falls away with it.
>The strings that tied her top around her neck had come undone, the fabric that previously hid her bountiful breasts from the world now hanging uselessly against her stomach.
>Celestia's hands quickly move to cover herself, her shocked gasp cut short in an effort to avoid unnecessary attention.
>Looking around, the only eyes Celestia could see on her were those of the gaggle of girls who had begged to play with her, their camera pointed directly at her.
>The girls laughed, said for her to smile, and then took her picture, permanently recording their handiwork for the whole world to see.
>Celestia for her part just stood there in shock, face flushed red and arms crossed over her breasts.
>Her mind ran rampant with thought of what would happen if that image were to get out. Her friends and coworkers disgusted, her career in tatters...
>Her life would be over.
>She had to get that camera.
>The girls were by this point already running back to their mother, presumably in order to show her their pictures.
>Celestia couldn't allow that.
>With no time to re-tie her bikini top, Celestia began running after the girls, one arm clasped across her chest, the other outstretched towards her prize.
>But despite her speed, the little girls had a large head start, and were already amongst the groups of parents spread along the beach.
>Unless Celestia wanted to advertise her topless condition to everyone present, she had to stop her pursuit immediately.
>But if that image got out, things would be much worse for her.
>She recognized nobody on the beach from her PTA meetings, nor did she spy any of them wielding a camera of their own.
>As long as there was no physical evidence of her toplessness, nobody would believe them, right?
>Right...

>Her long legs powered her forward, easily closing the distance between her and the girls, despite all the sunbathers she was now having to dodge.
>But all of that running was causing Celestia to lose her grip on her breasts, her bouncing bosoms shaking themselves looser with every step.
>Celestia has to slow down in order to keep her rebellious mammaries in check, allowing the children to reach their destination unimpeded.
>They crowd around a woman in her late thirties lying under an umbrella on the sand, wearing a black one piece and a straw hat, and begin showing her their pictures of their time spent with Celestia.
>It's not long before they get to the image our principal has been trying to eradicate, the girls giggling as a shocked look comes onto the sunbathing woman's face.
>Celestia slows down dramatically, her run slowing to a shameful walk.
>With an intense crimson colouring her face, she bashfully asks the sunbather if she would please delete that image.
>The woman looks up at her a moment, a look of recognition in her eyes.
>She barely manages to supress a laugh when she sees the state of Celestia's attire, muttering something about how 'those kids had gotten her good'.
>Soon enough though, the woman agrees, deleting the image with an understanding smile on her face, and causing the girls to whine loudly.
>After calming them down, she even helps Celestia get her top back on properly, sparing her the awkwardness of having to do it herself.
>It does not, however, spare Celestia the awkwardness of knowing that half the beach just saw her running about with half her breasts on display, her arms having only been capable of covering a small band around her nipples.
>It was a lot more than what the bikini had been showing off, that was for sure.
>Celestia looked back at where she had been buried, taking stock of the dozens of parents she had run past, that had seen her in her moment of shame.

>The thought of their eyes locked on to her bosom, willing it to leap out of the confines of her arms... it made her face burn with embarrassment.
>But, Celestia thinks, it doesn't really matter, in the end.
>She doesn't know any of these people.
>At the end of the day, they're going to go home, and they're either going to forget about this, or they're going to tell their friends a silly little story about a strange woman whose top got stripped off by a bunch of eight year olds.
>Either way, it's nothing to worry about.
>Not in the long run, anyway.

>It's only after Celestia's acceptance of her half-nude run that she begins to notice the sand.
>Every inch of her body is coated in it, the tanning lotion she had put on before meeting the girls causing it to stick to her like glue.
>Celestia supposes that she could take a shower to wash the filth off... but, then again, the ocean is right there.
>She could use a nice relaxing swim, what with everything that's happened today.
>So, without further ado, Celestia makes her way towards the beckoning ocean, the waves lapping at her feet as she wades her way in.
>The water slowly makes its way up her legs, causing her to shiver slightly as the cool liquid encompasses her waist.
>Before long the water has reached her shoulders, and Celestia is finally free to swim about at her leisure.
>She submerges, washing the coating of sand from her hair and face, clearing the last trace of the irritating substance from her body.
>Celestia stays under the surface for a moment, enjoying the sensation of weightlessness and tranquility that the water provides.
>Against her better judgement, she attempts to open her eyes, quickly shutting them again when the full agony of her mistake makes itself known.
>It was strange but, for a fleeting moment, she was sure that she had seen another person below the waves.
>That was a silly idea though, Celestia thought.
>Who would be swimming all the way out here, so far from everyone else?
>Nobody, that's who.
>It was probably just a clump of seaweed.
>Dismissing her vision as a side affect of the pain the salt water had caused, Celestia swam back up towards the surface, her lungs beginning to burn from the lack of air.

>The water rushes off of her head as Celestia takes her first breath in countless seconds, her hands instinctually rubbing at her watering eyes.
>Blinded and distracted, the principal is completely unprepared for the hands that suddenly wrap themselves around her bikini bottoms, forcefully yanking them down towards her ankles.
>Before Celestia can even begin to react, both her bottoms and her assailant are gone, hidden away by the briny deep.
>The principal's face flushes crimson once again, as the reality dawns that she no longer has anything to cover her bottom half with, other than her hands.
>Her car is all the way on the other side of the parking lot, behind dozens of beachgoing parents, all ready to laugh and poke fun at the half naked woman with her hands over her crotch.
>Celestia can't face that. Not again.
>Last time she did that it was a run born of blissful ignorance, caused by her single-minded need to erase all evidence of her nudity from the face of the planet.
>This time... this time she has to think about it.
>Celestia swings her head about, desperately searching for some sign of the thief who stole her bottoms.
>But there's nothing but ocean, the aqua-hued water hiding any and all trace of- hold on, what's that?
>Our principal notices a snorkel bobbing up and down in the water, moving toward a group of boys closer to shore, their eyes looking at her hungrily.
>She immediately knows that they're the ones who made this happen.
>Celestia begins swimming after the snorkeler, trying to ignore her butt peeking above the surface as she kicks.
>Her long legs allow her to catch up with ease, and she's soon swimming directly behind the unsuspecting thief.

>A few moments later she makes her move, her hand wrapping around his leg in order to halt his progress.
>It works, and the thief begins kicking at her in order to free himself, to no avail.
>Celestia gropes blindly under the water for his arms, finding nothing but empty ocean.
>But she doesn't need to seek him out, as he comes to her, exploding out of the water in a counteroffensive.
>He grabs and claws at her, and she does the same, attempting to retrieve her bottoms before pushing him off.
>It is, however, not to be, as Celestia feels her top slip from its moorings and into the clutches of this perverted bikini thief.
>She grabs at the hand that holds it, successfully rescuing half her garment, at least.
>The boy proves too wily to catch again though, and reaches shallow water before Celestia can retrieve her bottoms from the child.
>The principal simply glares as the thief makes landfall, showing off her suit's lower half like a trophy to the crowd of cheering boys surrounding him.
>They all point and laugh at Celestia, and she crouches lower in the water in response, covering her chest with her arms.
>She couldn't feel more embarrassed if she tried.
>But she still had her top. They couldn't take that away from her.
>Unfortunately for her, they didn't have to.
>A large wave hit Celestia just as she was trying to tie the back of her bikini top, knocking the piece of fabric from her grasp.
>Despite her efforts, she doesn't find it again for nearly a full minute, by which point it has been washed up onto shore by the waves that had so easily taken it away.
>The bikini thief soon spots it, and adds it to his collection, earning a round of high fives.
>Well that's just great.
>Not only was she naked, but it was almost completely due to a child no older than ten!
>Celestia dealt with teenage delinquents in a daily basis, and she was bested by this skinny little idiot?
>Her pride couldn't sink any lower.

>Of course, that was what she thought before she remembered that she needed to go home at some point.
>Preferably before she got sunburned.
>But how to go about it?
>Celestia could try to reach her towel, but it was too far toward the back of the beach for her to reach it undetected.
>Any attempt to signal the parents would require her to swim right up to the children playing in the water, risking discovery by the young boys and girls splashing about in the surf.
>She could ask the boys for her bikini back... but Celestia seriously doubts they'll do so without a trade of some kind.
>None of these were good options.
>But, sooner or later, she was going to have to pick one of them.
>Unless, of course, Celestia could think of an alternate path.
>She floated there for a while, puzzling out getaway scenarios, and just as quickly discarding them.
>No, she could not just run past too fast for them to see.
>No, she could not borrow under the sand in order to get home.
>No, she could not just live in the ocean for the rest of her life.
>Celestia sighed, the inevitability of her situation weighing down on her like a mile-high stack of paperwork.
>But, before she could begin to swim toward shore, something brushed against her leg.
>Celestia instinctively reared back from the unwanted contact, the wet and slimy texture feeling awful against her skin.
>Eugh, she thought. Seaweed.
>Celestia hated seaweed. It smelled gruesome, it felt like it was made of slugs... it was an all-around horrible plant, in her opinion.
>But, unfortunately for our principal, it gave her an idea.
>A horrible, terrible, life-saving idea.

>Several minutes later, Celestia had managed to find enough seaweed to fashion a quasi-decent bikini.
>Three pieces made up her top, one pulled taut over her breasts, the other two sitting on her shoulder, simultaneously holding up the first seaweed strip and helping to give off the illusion of a real bikini.
>The bottoms were comprised of two pieces. One was tied around her waist, while another particularly thick piece was strung between her legs, forming a gstring between her thighs.
>The whole ensemble felt like a low-grade war crime, the areas covered by the seaweed being slathered in slime with every movement.
>It made her skin crawl just thinking about it.
>And all of that didn't even begin to touch the fact that the seaweed felt like it could slip free at any moment, exposing her for all the world to see.
>But Celestia knew that this was her only shot of getting out of here without alerting the entire beach to her unclothed state.
>All she had to do was walk up the beach, grab her towel, and walk to her car.
>Once there, she could just drive home, safe and sound.
>Celestia was especially glad that she had laid her towel so far from the crowd now, as it made the number of spectators to her sure to be uncomfortable walk much smaller than it would have been otherwise.
>However, that didn't mean she was completely alone.
>A group of children played in a nearby tree, and a rather cuddly couple were talking together only a dozen meters from her chosen sunbathing spot.
>None of them had noticed her so far, but it was only a matter of time once she left the water.
>Speaking of leaving the water, Celestia thought it was about time she started to do that.
>She had been floating in place for at least a minute now, trying to work up the courage to walk back onto land.
>But this was the moment, Celestia decided. It was now or never.

>Celestia waded through the surf, trying to get herself away from the waves that threatened to undo all of her hard work.
>The makeshift bikini seemed to be holding together rather well for something made out of seaweed, but it wasn't without its faults.
>Up top, Celestia's breasts had begun sliding downward out of their cover, stopping only when she had covered them with her arms.
>Meanwhile, down below, the piece of seaweed between her legs was proving to be too loose, visibly hanging away from her body and leaving her most private of places visible to anyone who looked hard enough.
>Her whole plan was beginning to fall apart.
>Celestia pulls the strip between her legs upward as she starts to walk forward, holding it against herself as well as she can.
>The seaweed works its way even further into her buttcrack, becoming almost invisible to the casual observer.
>Every step made her top slip a little further upward, threatening to expose her nipples at any given moment.
>Celestia would move faster if she could, but she knew that any extra speed would only increase the rate her at which her outfit was self-destructing.
>She could feel the knots tying her makeshift bikini together begin to loosen, the pieces becoming looser and looser as she approached her target.
>A strap on her top finally fails, causing a domino effect which quickly makes the other two strips fail in very short order.
>The principal notices a few of the children begin to see her, pointing and laughing at her increasingly bare body.
>All the noise attracts the attention of the couple, who also start to have a laugh at her expense.
>Less than ten steps from her sunbathing spot, the back of her bottoms came apart, the strap that had covered her privates now swinging uselessly between her legs.

>Red-faced and silently cursing herself for thinking this stupid plan would ever work, Celestia took the final few steps toward her towel, crouching down and wrapping the sand-covered piece of fabric about herself as soon as she was able.
>The last few straps of seaweed fell to the ground as she rose back to her full height, brandishing her tanning lotion in one hand and holding her towel in place with the other.
>Celestia wasn't in the least bit sad to see it go, stamping the disgusting, useless plant into the sand.
>Now it was time to get back to her car.

>The laughter of the children in the tree fell away as Celestia walked along the beach, the sound of murmuring adults replacing it.
>It was unfortunate but, to get back to the stairs that led to the carpark, our principal had to pass back through the sunbating parents that dotted the majority of the beach.
>Her towel was long, but it could only hide to much of her, the lack of straps on her shoulders being a dead giveaway to any keen-eyed onlookers that she wasn't wearing anything under it.
>At her swift pace though they didn't get much time admire her, but neither did the extra movement make her cover want to stay in place.
>Celestia's arm was keeping ahold of the fabric for now, her hand attempting to tuck it into place so that it wouldn't fall away if left on its own.
>Few people paid attention to her as she passed by, though she did note the occasional pair of eyes working their way up and down her body.
>A lage number of sunbathers were crowded around the stairs, and Celestia was having trouble finding a way to them that didn't require her to step over anyone.
>She didn't come all this way undetected just to flash her vagina at some random stranger in the final stretch, damn it.
>Celestia carefully shuffles her way past what she hopes is a sleeping woman, edging towards the parking lot at an uncomfortably slow pace.
>Just as our principal is about to take her first step onto the concrete leading up and off the beach, a small cough comes from behind her.
>She spares a glance backwards, spying the thief from before, an apologetic look plastered across his face.
>Celestia's grip on her towel instinctively tightens as she turns around, facing her former assailant head on.
>He says that he wants to apologize for what he did earlier, that he was going to give the bikini back when he thought it wasn't funny anymore.
>The former thief holds his arm up toward her, a peace offering in the form of a swimsuit laid across his palm.

>What a sweet boy, our principal thought.
>Celestia smiles, the arm holding on to her towel now reaching out towards the boy, the other still occupied with holding the bottle of tanning lotion.
>The boy watched as her hand grew closer to his palm, further and further away from the cover that hid her shame from the world.
>When it reached its maximum length, that's when he struck, pulling the bikini away and grabbing for Celestia's towel in one smooth, practiced motion.
>Celestia was shocked by the sensation of the fabric moving across her skin, giving way to thin air as it sailed away from her.
>But she wasn't losing her clothes to this thieving little boy. Not again.
>The principal dropped her bottle of lotion, grabbing the towel with both hands and heaving backwards.
>The boy was surprisingly unfazed, stumbling slightly but quickly regaining his footing in the sand.
>Celestia heaved again, but the thief refused to let go, clinging to her towel as if his life depended on it.
>A tug of war ensued, Celestia having more than enough strength to dominate the fight.
>But the boy proved far more tenacious than she had thought, refusing to relinquish the length of cloth to its rightful owner.
>No matter what she did, he wouldn't let go, the cheeky little smile on his face mocking her efforts to cover herself.
>With a grin like that, you'd think he had already won, Celestia thought.
>That was when our principal remembered where she was.
>Celestia froze in place, noting the sudden lack of conversation around her, and feeling the intense gazes of every single person on the beach burning into her exposed skin.
>Her grip slackened, allowing the boy to rip the towel from her hands and run off to parts unknown.
>She didn't even bother to watch him go, instead just silently turning around and running up toward the parking lot, her breasts bouncing wildly with every step, and her pale pink rear mooning her astonished audience as she made her escape.


There was an ending here. It's gone now.