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Normal Norman - Principal Cele/ss/tia BAD END

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  1. >You wake up with only a foggy recollection of the night before.
  2. >You were in your basement, knocking back a few drinks with Scott.
  3. >Found out that the Principal and the VP were sisters. No wonder they're both bangin' hot.
  4. >One of you two had suggested trying to score with them, you've decided to blame Scott since you can't remember.
  5. >There was a coin toss, you each called a side. Whoever's landed face up got the Principal, and face down got the VP.
  6. >Your side landed face up, you remember that much.
  7. >Today was the day, you were gonna put the moves on your rainbow-haired shining pearl of a principal.
  8. >She'd probably be impressed if you bothered to learn her name.
  9. >If that's what it takes to get into her pants, so be it.
  10.  
  11. >You knock on the principal's door. There's a nameplate on it, perfect.
  12. >Beyond the fogged glass window, you can already see Celestia's marble-white skin. She looks like a Greek statue.
  13. >Your palms are already sweaty.
  14. >Not good, keep it together. The principal is a top-tier prize, you can't afford to fail.
  15. >Just as you straighten out the lapels of your jacket, you hear her melodious voice call out, but still it rings with the chill of death.
  16. >"Come in, the door is open."
  17. >You open the door, and look upon Celestia's elegant visage, though her typical icy expression tells you enough.
  18. >She hates absolutely everything about this school.
  19. >Just like you.
  20. >"Good afternoon Mr. Normal, what can I help you with?"
  21. >You freeze momentarily, forgetting how no-nonsense the principal was.
  22. "I... "
  23. >You feel the cold sweat coming on. Wasting her time is not a good start.
  24. >She stares at you, waiting for an answer.
  25. >In an instant you lose all your confidence, you try and think of something to say.
  26. >Anything.
  27. "... I want to know what I can do for the school."
  28. >What?
  29. >Did you really just say that?
  30. >You dropped the ball Norman. You forgot to turn on your swag.
  31.  
  32. -
  33.  
  34. >You see her crack a small smile, drawing your attention to her full pink lips.
  35. >She gets up out of her chair, leaning on her desk, looking at you with interested eyes.
  36. >Is she trying to be sexy or does it just come naturally?
  37. >"I see... Did that flash mob in the cafeteria last month get to you that much?"
  38. >Flash mob? What's a flash mob?
  39. >Wait, that big song and dance thing for getting votes for Purple at the dance?
  40. >Goddamnit, Purple. Now the song is stuck in your head.
  41. >Rolling with your bluff, you nod your head.
  42. "Yeah, it helped me realize how much the community at the school meant. I guess I'd sorta taken it for granted before."
  43. >Her smile widens. Even if she can tell it's bullshit, she looks genuinely pleased that you're offering to help.
  44. >"Fantastic. You can start by joining Miss Shimmer's school restoration committee.
  45. >Great, now you're stuck fixing a wall with the former queen bitch of the school. You force a smile.
  46. "When do I start?"
  47.  
  48.  
  49.  
  50. >Your back is killing you. You've been hauling bricks for this wannabe biker babe all day.
  51. >"Hey, Norman."
  52. >Oh god she's talking to you, what does that little psycho want?
  53. >"There's no way you're doing this out of any love for the school, are you? What's your real target?"
  54. >She saw right fucking through you. Probably was't hard, she's a pretty sharp tack and you duck out of pep rallies whenever you can.
  55. >You sigh and casually put an arm around her shoulder.
  56. "Well, I just wanted to be a little closer to you" you say sarcastically.
  57. >She puts her hand on your face and pushes you down.
  58. >You land on a pile of bags of cement
  59. >"Away freak, what is it you really want?"
  60. >You look back at the Principal heading out to the parking lot through what's left of the front door. Damn she has a fine ass.
  61. >Shimmer notices you looking.
  62. "You're looking to make up for being basically the biggest bitch in history, right? Well yknow, plus that whole demon thing and enslaving the whole school."
  63. >You get up and dust yourself off.
  64. >"If you're looking for my help, you can start by not bringing that up again, got it?"
  65. >She snaps at you, making you flinch. Must still be sore about getting her shit ruined by Purp.
  66. >Heaving a sigh, she crosses her arms over her chest.
  67. >"Anyway.... You want to get in good with Celestia, is that it?"
  68. "Yeah, that's about the size of it."
  69. >Her lips turn up in a scheming smirk. "And just how good do you want to get in with her?"
  70. >You return the smirk, watching Celestia get into her car.
  71. "As good as I can get."
  72. >She laughs a little. "Oh, this should be fun to watch. Yeah, I think I can give you a hand."
  73. >Seems like she's expecting you to fail. It's pretty clear she's only helping you for her own gain but you take what you can get.
  74. >She pulls out her phone and dials a number. "Snips, get Snails. I've got a job for you two."
  75.  
  76.  
  77.  
  78. >One week later.
  79. >You can hardly believe your eyes. Is this really the same woman that has the school wrapped around her finger?
  80. >Aside from normal stuff like her address, birthday, favorite restaurants, typical schedule and interests and hobbies, there's a few things here you'd never have expected from the model of professional education you were so intimidated by last week.
  81. >You take another look through the compilation of photos, videos and notes.
  82. >Eating cake with her bare hands.
  83. >Routinely breaks the speed limit if the road is empty enough.
  84. >Keeps a bottle of scotch and a shotglass in her desk drawer. They even found out which kind.
  85. >Occasionally breaks into hotel swimming pools.... Is that a tattoo on her ass?
  86. >There's a shot of her watching the swimming lessons from the bleachers, which are normally locked unless there's a swim team match.
  87. >Sunset and her henchmen even have a photo of her browsing adult sites on school computers.
  88. >Sunset's personality writeup suggests that Celestia is the sort of person that feels that rules don't apply to her unless she's caught.
  89. >You start forming a game plan.
  90.  
  91.  
  92.  
  93. >Be the Principal
  94. >Once the last group of students needing your aid leaves your office, you reach into your desk drawer.
  95. >You pull out a large glass bottle, your best friend in the world on a Thursday, and pour yourself out a shot and toss it back.
  96. >Leaving early sounds like a wonderful idea, but the debate club has invited you to oversee one of their meetings.
  97. >You have to listen to these dumb shits argue for an hour.
  98. >You pour yourself another shot.
  99. >"Sister, would you please stop that? It's unbecoming."
  100. >You turn around quickly. Luna's standing in the doorway of a darkened room.
  101. >How does she do that? You swore that office was empty.
  102. >With a sigh, you move to put your scotch back in the desk.
  103. >You find it in your best interest to take a third shot before putting the bottle and glass away.
  104. >Your sister looks less than impressed.
  105. "Forgive me, it's been a long week."
  106. >"There are, of course, plenty of ways to relieve stress that don't involve breaking laws."
  107. >You roll your eyes. She's on about this again.
  108. >"For instance-" Luna smirks. "I happen to have a date this weekend with a charming young sir."
  109. >Luna? A date? Your sister's about as romantically competent as an excited puppy. The interest is there, but the finesse is sorely lacking.
  110. "Aww, my baby sister has a boyfriend? Congratulations, sweetie. Who's the lucky dog?"
  111. >Luna scoffs, annoyed. "I know that tone. You're using condescension to hide jealousy... And who the lucky dog is is simply none of your business."
  112. >She nailed it. You shrug with a small laugh.
  113. "Really, I am a bit glad for you. You have fun."
  114. >"Only a bit glad?"
  115. "Of course, I'm not the one with a date now, am I?"
  116. >Luna smiles, momentarily claiming victory. "I suppose not. Oh, and please don't drive home drunk." She leaves your office with a spring in her step.
  117. >You open your desk drawer again, but close it immediately as you hear the door open.
  118.  
  119.  
  120.  
  121. "Miss Cheerilee, what can I do for you this afternoon?"
  122. >"Well, Miss C, a bright group of students just turned in this paperwork for a new club. It's a historical reenactment group!"
  123. >Cheerilee's clearly excited, and you can't help but smile as well. After all, students are finding interesting ways to learn new things.
  124. "Well now, that's an interesting idea for a clu-... You didn't tell them I'd oversee their first session, did you?"
  125. >You lean over your desk, your smile turning sour.
  126. >"Ah well, I sorta..." The teacher fidgets nervously. You're going to take that as a yes. "...mentioned there'd be a strong possibility." Yes, definitely yes.
  127. >You look at the paperwork. Their first session is friday, tomorrow.
  128. >"M-miss C, I'm sorry. I got carried away."
  129. >You let out a sigh, forcing a smile.
  130. "That's alright, Cheerilee. I'll see what I can do."
  131. >She brightens right back up immediately. "Oh, thank you! You have a great day, okay?" She hurries out of your office. The second the door closes, the bottle comes back out.
  132. "Memo to me, maim you after my meeting..."
  133.  
  134.  
  135.  
  136. >Be Norman again.
  137. >You've been busy running errands for Principal Celestia between classes and during free periods.
  138. >It's probably shit she's been putting off, but you don't really care.
  139. >You started doing shit for her to score, but the more you help around the more you like it.
  140. >You almost start to feel like you're really a helpful, welcome part of the community instead of just a transfer student.
  141. >That is, until you start noticing the nasty glares from your classmates.
  142. >They probably think you're sucking up to the porcelain-skinned principal for some kind of benefit.
  143. >And they wouldn't be entirely wrong.
  144. >Your smile droops a bit with grim confidence that you actually deserve their ire this time. Can't really blame them.
  145. >But god, these colored people are so quick to judge.
  146. >You wish more people could be like Red. That guy's pretty cool and doesn't care what goes on around him.
  147. >Your bag of fliers to tape up is empty. Coincidentally, the principal happens to be passing by.
  148. "Oh uh, hey there Miss Celestia. Posters are all hung."
  149. >She looks down at you with a smile. You never really noticed how tall she was before.
  150. >"Thank you. You've really been a huge help this week. It really is rare to see a student so eager to work for the school."
  151. >A bit of heat rises to your cheeks as Celestia compliments your work. You smile back.
  152. >The bell rings. You should probably get to lunch early so your asshole classmates don't leave you with yesterday's old, browning and squishy fruit bowls.
  153. >"Well then, I'll see you around Mr. Normal."
  154. >As the crowd fills into the hallway she starts to move away, passing you.
  155. >You feel a hand pat the front of your jeans.
  156. >Looking back to Celestia, she looks back at you with a sly grin.
  157. >You feel yourself throb in excitement, knowing that your principal just molested you.
  158. >You look forward to this weekend.
  159.  
  160.  
  161.  
  162. >You sit down for lunch, still thinking about the principal's unexpected forwardness and the coming weekend.
  163. >Looking over at Aryan down at the far end of the table, the Aryan beauty you've been eying up since your first day here, you come to realize something.
  164. >She's got grace, pride and style, but now that you think about it she lacks a certain charismatically mature aura of confidence and experience.
  165. >That same aura is what's been making Celestia so alluring. Even radiant, you dare yourself to imagine.
  166. >Oh, if only you could be so grossly incandescent.
  167. >Besides that, she's always been a bit-
  168. "What? Wh-WHAT!? Oh no, this is disastrous! This is the Worst! Possible! Thing!"
  169. >Overdramatic. You tune out the rest of her outburst. You'd do a lot of things for her, but putting up with that is not on that list.
  170. >Getting up from your seat, there's another person you need to find before you can put your plan into motion.
  171. >Fortunately, the bubbly airhead is pretty easy to find. She always is.
  172. "Hey uh, Pink."
  173. >She turns around with an excited gasp. "Hiya Normie! How's it going what are ya doing huh?!"
  174. >Maybe Aryan isn't exactly that bad considering.
  175. "Yeah I just wanted-"
  176. >"Wait! Wait no. Let me guess..."
  177.  
  178.  
  179. >Pink stares at you for a few seconds, a look of stone cold concentration on her face. "You've got a date with the principal this weekend and are shy just a few little things to totally knock her socks off!"
  180. >You look back in disbelief.
  181. "....Are you sure -you're- not psychic?"
  182. >"Hah! Oh I wish, no no it's really just because I totally saw Principal Celestia grab your j-"
  183. >In a flash your hand is over her motor mouth.
  184. "Sh-shh-shush about that, okay? But yeah you're right, I do have something to ask from you. On Valentines' Day you were giving out cards with condoms in them, right?"
  185. >Not bothering to push your hand away, she nods.
  186. >"Oh, I see what your getting at."
  187. >She reaches her head into her backpack and comes out with a condom in her mouth.
  188. >She wiggles her eyebrows at you.
  189. >You quickly snatch the packet from her mouth before anyone sees.
  190. >She giggles then hands you a card. You take your hand away, and she's giving you a sly smile.
  191. "You still have those in your backpack? That was almost a year ago by now."
  192. >"Well yeah, I wound up making a few too many cards and didn't manage to hand out all of them. I got suspended for it, but it was totally worth it! I get the feeling the VP's a bit of a prude, though. Oh boy, you should have seen the look I got from the cashier who checked me out for over 20 boxes of the things, it was priceless. I shoulda got a photo! I bet she thought I was planning some huge sex party or something, yknow? Oh wow that's actually a good idea! Parties are awesome and sex is awesome too, so a sex party would be like awesome to the power of awesome! I should tell some friends, and get some deco-"
  193. "No way in hell Pink"
  194. >You give your thanks to the excitable lunatic and head out of the cafeteria.
  195. >On the way there, you spot one of the posters that you spent all day hanging.
  196.  
  197.  
  198.  
  199. >"The Medieval Reenactment Club will be holding its first meeting on Friday, January 18th in the gymnasium after class. For details, contact Miss Cheerilee or any library staff."
  200. >Today's the 18th. You wonder why they could only go up the day of and not sooner, and then you notice a handwritten addition to the bottom of the page.
  201. >"Principal Celestia will be attending, so if you're interested, today would be the day to come!"
  202. >Now that's interesting to note. Maybe you should show up.
  203.  
  204. >You walk down the hall back to your locker.
  205. >The school day's just about over, and you're getting set to see what all the hubbub about this Medieval group is.
  206. >Something feels off though. Shouldn't the class bell be ringing right about no-
  207. >"GOOD AFTERNOON STUDENTS. CLASS IS NOW DISMISSED."
  208. >You almost trip and fall, hearing a booming voice from behind you. It's the Vice Principal, standing in a darkened doorway.
  209. >You could have sworn that room was empty. Where the hell did she come from?
  210. >"THE SCHOOL PA SYSTEM HAS UNFORTUNATELY MALFUNCTIONED, SO WE WOULD ASK YOU TO PLEASE PASS ON THE ANNOUNCEMENTS TO ANYONE NOT IN AUDIBLE DISTANCE OF ME."
  211. >Yeah good luck. You'd be surprised if anyone didn't hear that.
  212. >"WOULD MR. 'BIG' MACINTOSH PLEASE REPORT TO THE LIBRARY POSTHASTE."
  213. >"Eeyup."
  214. >"Thank you. AS ANOTHER REMINDER, THE NEWLY-FORMED MEDIEVAL REENACTMENT CLUB WILL BE HOLDING ITS INAUGURAL MEETING IN THE GYMNASIUM. WE ENCOURAGE ALL INTERESTED TO ATTEND. IN ADDITION, TONIGHT'S STARGAZING CLUB IS RESCHEDULED TO SUNDAY NIGHT. FINALLY WE WOULD ONCE AGAIN EXTEND THANKS TO ALL STUDENTS NEWLY JOINED TO MISS SUNSET SHIMMER'S SCHOOL RENOVATION CLUB. PLEASE BE COURTEOUS AND RESPECTFUL TO OUR WONDERFUL VOLUNTEERS.... THAT CONCLUDES THIS AFTERNOON'S ANNOUNCEMENTS. HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND, WONDERCOLTS."
  215.  
  216.  
  217.  
  218. >Rubbing your sore ear you continue on to your locker. Damn that woman can project. Would have been just fine if you weren't standing so close to her.
  219. >You put your schoolbooks away and look up to the top shelf. There's a wrapped present sitting there, with a tag on it bearing Celestia's name. You had to call in a pretty big favor to get your broke, underage hands on it, but you're pretty sure it's gonna be worth it.
  220. >Especially with how the principal handled you in the hall.
  221. >You're getting hard just thinking about it.
  222. >Dammit, dammit calm down.
  223. >Don't want people to see you have a boner like the last time.
  224. >It's gotta happen. You're gonna take her out this weekend one way or another.
  225.  
  226.  
  227.  
  228. >You enter the gym, and sure enough half of the people in there are dressed up in period clothes. Tunics, tights, cloaks and robes, there's even a a handful of turbans.
  229. >The biggest turban you notice, is sitting on the head of Pinky. She's sitting at a table with all manner of fortune-telling tools.
  230. >Where she came up with a turban, a tarot deck and a crystal ball in the space of a few hours is beyond you.
  231. >It's kinda loud in here with everyone talking among each other.
  232. >You see Celestia sitting in a wooden throne-like chair near where they're roping off part of the gym. She's wearing what looks like a golden crown, and doesn't seem too tickled about it.
  233. >The club probably made her queen for a day without her consent.
  234. >She does look pretty good in it though. She's always seemed a little bit regal.
  235. >The club members that aren't busy roping off the gym or putting on chain shirts are all coming up and asking her questions and making comments.
  236. >They really seem hungry for her approval.
  237. >Dear god and you thought she looked bored in her office.
  238. >Someone's bothering you about something, probably asking if you're having a good time, you didn't really hear clearly.
  239. "Yeah, whatever sure."
  240. >And in that instant you're dragged off and put in a long chainmail shirt made of pop can tabs.
  241. >It's a little tacky, but you can't say you don't admire the thriftiness of it.
  242. >They give you a peaked skullcap, a foam sword and a light wooden shield with a curvy cross on it.
  243. >They turned you into a Norman, how fitting. Must be doing some kind of battle scene.
  244. >Whatever, could be fun. But after this, you're definitely gonna get a word in with the principal.
  245. >That gray skinned English girl steps into the roped area wearing a striped tabard. She's probably the referee.
  246.  
  247.  
  248.  
  249. >"All combatants please muster at the field, we're getting this battle started! The year is 1066. The armies of Normandy have just made a foothold on the shores of England, but as they wait for reinforcements from the mainland, Viking longships sail up to the coast and Duke William's men must repel the barbarians."
  250. >"YEEAAAAH!"
  251. >Oh god, Coach Aryan Hulk is on the other team. This isn't going to end well. Gray continues explaining the scenario.
  252. >"Normans, you must survive for 3 minutes. If you're killed, you stay dead. The Vikings outnumber you, so they get to respawn at the edge of the field. Vikings, the Normans have better armor, so you need to hit them twice to bring them down, but they will drop you with one blow. Remember, use light swings, no face thrusts and no shield bashing. Good luck!"
  253. >With the bang of a staff on the floor signaling the start, the viking team advances.
  254. >Someone in your line of about 10 or so calls for a shield wall, and your team starts forming up. You follow suit, pulling into tight formation with the rest. The team all looks at each other, and then back at the vikings.
  255. >The line starts moving up, and you move with them. You look to your left again, and find that you moved up a step too far.
  256. >Backpedaling to get back into line, your back hits two shields.
  257. >You look into the oncoming horde with the sinking realization that your asshole teammates locked you out of the battle line.
  258. >Those motherfuckers. What happened to being respectful to the volunteers?
  259. >In a hail of foam axes, you're bowled over. You don't know how many times you got hit, but you're sure it was enough to count you as dead.
  260. >You drop your sword and shield and do your best to crawl out of the melee. You get kicked in the side on the way, but this time you can't tell if that was intentional or not.
  261.  
  262.  
  263.  
  264. >Panting, you find yourself at the throne just off the side of the 'battlefield'.
  265. >Celestia looks down at you with a small smile.
  266. >You look back up, returning the smile, a bit of heat rising to your cheeks.
  267. >"Oh, Norman. You look like you got hit pretty hard in there. Should I take you to the nurse's?"
  268. "Nah, I think I'm-"
  269. >You notice she's nodding slightly, as if prompting your response.
  270. "Actually yeah, I am a bit dizzy."
  271. >You try to get up, and she takes your hand to help you. The feel of her soft, pale skin makes your heart jump a bit.
  272. >You quickly get out of your helmet and cheap-ass chainmail. She leaves her crown as well.
  273. >It doesn't look like she's got any intention of hanging around and neither do you. The two of you leave together.
  274.  
  275.  
  276. "We're not going to the nurse's are we?"
  277. >Celestia makes a quiet laugh. "Not a chance. It's the weekend and I have every intent of going home."
  278. "Me too. Hey uh... I don't suppose you could give me a ride, could you?"
  279. >"Sure, I've got your address on file. I'll need to get a thing or two, so I'll be just a minute."
  280. >You suddenly remember the gift in your locker. "Actually I've got some things to get too. I'll meet you back here."
  281. >A minute later, you return with your wrapped present in hand. Celestia is waiting for you. She eyes the shiny silver foil wrapper.
  282. >With a wide smile, you offer it to her.
  283. "Here, it's a bit of thanks for encouraging me to help the school. I didn't think it'd be as satisfying as it turned out to be."
  284. "...... You probably wanna open it at home."
  285. >She take it from you, and it makes a distinctive slosh. Holding it to her chest, she gives you a knowing look. "I'll take your word for it. Thank you, Norman. Ready to go?"
  286. >You nod and she leads you out to the front parking lot.
  287. >She opens the door of her gleaming silver sports car and gets in, unlocking the passenger door.
  288. >As she pulls out of the parking lot and gets on the road, donning a pair of dark sunglasses, you hear her heave a long sigh.
  289. >"Thank you, Norman."
  290. "Oh, yeah it was no problem. You looked like you've been having a tough week. I thought you could use something to unwind with."
  291. >"No, I mean... Thanks for not treating me like the others."
  292.  
  293.  
  294.  
  295. >Not understanding what she was getting at, you keep quiet to see if she has more to say.
  296. >"People take me too seriously. Teachers suck up to me, students assume I'd expel them if they so much as looked at me funny... I have less power than people give me credit for, and Luna has much more than she's given credit for really."
  297. >"But I really don't care that much about being proper and strict.... and it seems to me like you don't either. Helping me sneak out of an obligation, smuggling alcohol into the school just to give to me..."
  298. >You chuckle a little.
  299. "Yeah, I guess-"
  300. >"... Contracting Sunset Shimmer and her friends to spy on me?"
  301. >She knew?
  302. "Y-you knew?"
  303. >Celestia laughs in amusement. "Of course I knew. Those three aren't the only ones that have cameras in this school."
  304. >You laugh nervously, caught red handed. Thankfully she seems to take it well.
  305. >"I'm flattered really. Life is too short to play by the rules."
  306. >You nod in agreement as the car pulls up to a red light.
  307. >"I wish I realized that when I was your age."
  308. "Hey come on don't say that. If you look young, act young and feel young, then what's the number on your birthday cake matter?"
  309.  
  310. >Her face brightens in a warm smile. You seize the moment to reach out to her cheek and pull her in for a kiss while the light is still red.
  311. >She lets out a breathy, pleasured sigh as you run your fingers through her flowing, rainbow hair.
  312. >You can feel her body shiver a little in excitement.
  313. >Feeling a warm energy well up in your chest, it feels like that moment could last forever.
  314. >Except it doesn't, and you're reminded of that with a shock as the car behind you blares its horn.
  315. >Startled and shaken, Celestia quickly parts lips with you.
  316. >"Yes, yes, green, going!"
  317.  
  318. >The two of you stay silent for several minutes, until you finally leave the city and start into the suburbs
  319. >Celestia glances over to you, her cheeks flushed red.
  320. >"That was.... nice."
  321. >You smile back, and a devious thought flickers through your head.
  322. >Suddenly, your left hand dives between her legs, fingers stroking at the inseam of her pants.
  323. >She lets out a surprised gasp.
  324. "And this-"
  325. >"N-norman!"
  326. "-is for that feel you copped in the hallway, Principal Molestia."
  327. >You pride yourself on the witty nickname you just came up with.
  328. >Celestia puts a hand to her mouth, biting down lightly on her left knuckle as you tease her.
  329. >She's pretty clearly getting turned on.
  330. >You're getting turned on yourself, never having imagined you'd get this far with her within a week of that drunken dare.
  331. >Especially not in her own car.
  332. >Her fucking Lamborghini.
  333. >You're feeling up your new girlfriend's cooch- the most powerful woman in the school's cooch- in her fucking Lamborghini.
  334. >You feel invincible.
  335. >You lean back in your seat, putting your hands behind your head.
  336. >Celestia casts a playful, fox-like look your way.
  337. >"I don't remember asking you to stop... Do you?"
  338. >In
  339. >Fucking
  340. >Vincible
  341.  
  342.  
  343. {{{{{{{{{{{{{}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
  344. >Returning the look, your hand sinks back into position.
  345. >You deftly undo the button at her waistband and sneak your fingers into her pants.
  346. >She's wearing something lacy, it feels like.
  347. >Your right hand reaches into your jacket pocket. Pink's card is still there.
  348. >You get the feeling that's gonna come in handy before too long.
  349. >Celestia bites her lip hard, holding a moan back.
  350. >Your fingers slip past her panties into her damp slit.
  351. >Her hands grip the wheel tight and breathy moans escape her trembling lips.
  352. >The car presses on down the road and you don't let up on your stimulation.
  353. >She seems really sensitive.
  354. >You watch her heavy chest bob up and down as she takes long, deep breaths.
  355. >Her breaths turn into sighs.
  356. >Her sighs turn into moans.
  357. >Her moans turn into cries.
  358. >"Oh god... Oh god, Norman.... Oh god, oh god!"
  359. >"OH GOD NORMAN, DON'T STOP!!"
  360.  
  361.  
  362. >You feel a warm gush of juice fill your hand as Celestia's folds tighten around your fingers.
  363. >Celestia's body trembles, she's putty in your hands.
  364. >And your hands decide to keep going.
  365. >She's practically screaming by this point, lost in pleasure.
  366. >A sharp glow of light illuminates her face
  367. >God, she's absolutely gorgeous, like an angel of passion.
  368. >Suddenly her eyes widen in horror as a piercing blare fills the air.
  369. >Before you understand what's happening, everything starts spinning as the car is rocked with a blow.
  370. >Your angel's face is torn to ribbons by broken glass.
  371. >Blinding pain fills your chest it becomes impaled by a heap of hot, twisted metal.
  372. >Your vision grows foggy, but you finally see the smashed-in front end of the black Ferrari that slammed into you.
  373. >Celestia's goldenrod blazer is drenched with blood, and you realize your own clothes are similarly soaked.
  374. >You reach over with the last bit of your strength and brush your fingers over her ravaged face.
  375. >She's not breathing.
  376. >Your already heavy body has a new weight added to it with this discovery, and you find yourself no longer able to move.
  377. >Blood pools at your feet, and you hear sirens as your vision finally goes black.
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