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- >Be Anon.
- >Resident Highschooler.
- >You've been called to the principal's office, no doubt because of all the pussy you've been tearing up lately.
- >In actuality, it's probably because you've been throwing firecrackers at the younger students.
- >Back when you were their age, you used to eat rocks and shit fire.
- >Nowadays they cry if you so much as hit them.
- >So alas, in this day and age, your homicidal tendencies must be brought to account.
- >As you knock on the door to the principal's office, you reflect back on your week.
- >All in all it's been pretty good.
- >Brad did a backflip the other day and shattered his spine on the roof of his car at a party.
- >Because he's ridiculously hardcore, the party didn't stop there, and everyone piled into the ambulance with him the paramedics joining in with the drinking.
- >Even when paralysed he could still beer-bong.
- >Helluva guy, that Bradley.
- >"Are you going to stare at my chest all day, or are you going to come in?"
- >Blinking, you realise you have been staring at principal Celestia's breasts for about a minute.
- >Look up at her and grin.
- "Uhh, yeah, sure."
- >She lets you past and closes the door behind you, locking it.
- >You take a seat at her desk and make yourself comfortable.
- >This whole song and dance has been done with Luna a thousand times. Celestia will talk to you about how "bad" you are, then let you go.
- >Real scary.
- >Celestia sits down across from you and picks up a pen, writing something down for a while in silence.
- >You take this time to look around her office.
- >Pictures and ornaments adorn the shelves, and a framed photo of Celestia and Luna hugging sits facing you.
- >"Now."
- >Celestia sets down her pen and looks up at you, her fingers knitted together.
- >"You've been acting out quite a lot lately, Anonymous."
- "Yeah, I guess I have. I'm so sorry for everything I've done. Can I go now?"
- >You smirk at her.
- >Celestia smiles back.
- >"You're quite an amusing boy, you know that?"
- >Stretch and hold her unblinking gaze with one of your own.
- >The principle doesn't falter in the slightest, and the longer you stare into her eyes, the smaller you feel.
- >Shifting uncomfortably, you try to maintain your composure, but Celestia's emotionless stare feels like it's boring into your soul.
- >Just before you speak up, she chuckles.
- >"You can leave, if you want."
- >You're out of that chair immediately.
- >Putting your hand on the handle, you try to open the door.
- >Tug on it several times.
- "It's locked."
- >"Oh my. Is that so?"
- >Slowly turn back around.
- >Celestia is giving you the same serene, yet emotionless smile.
- >"Isn't that a shame."
- "Principal Celestia, I would like to leave."
- >"We all want to do what we want, Anonymous. But life is about working for what you desire."
- >Her fingers unknit, and you see the key between her index finger and thumb.
- >She studies it.
- >Then slips it down her shirt.
- >"Pity how things often don't work out how we intend them to."
- >Put your back to the door, wide eyed.
- >Celestia makes no effort to move from where she's sat.
- >"You want to leave? You'll have to put in the effort."
- "I... I don't... Are you implying what I think you're implying?"
- >"That depends on what it is you think I am implying, Anonymous."
- >Lower your voice slightly, your 'tough guy' approach all but evaporated in the face of your superior.
- "Do you want me to... Have sex with you?"
- >Celestia chuckles to herself.
- >"Don't be disgusting, Anonymous. Why would I want to have sex with -you-?"
- >Ouch.
- >That stung.
- >Your face flushes red and you suddenly feel far more self concious about how you're standing.
- >Make the effort to shuffle your feet some more.
- >You walk over to your seat again, and sit down.
- >"There's a good boy."
- >Stare at the desk and don't respond for a second or two.
- "What do you want me to do?"
- >"I want you to get under the table."
- >You slide off your chair and crawl under her desk.
- >Gulp as you stare up at her from between her legs.
- >She smiles down at you, her breasts hiding the bottom of her face.
- >"You look rather fetching down there, Anonymous. Let's see what you're capable of."
- >Celestia stands up and undoes the buttons on her pants, letting them drop to the floor around her ankles.
- >Your blush grows more intense as you're greeted with two extremely long and hairless legs.
- >Her hips are profound, and her legs look soft, yet strong enough to kick through a door.
- >Celestia's naked frame gives off an air of raw power.
- >Her actions are those of a person that knows what they are capable of, and the effect they have on other people.
- >You're too intimidated to even say anything witty.
- >She isn't anything like Luna.
- >She isn't like Luna at the slightest.
- >Celestia's panties follow her pants to her ankles, and she sits back down.
- >You are greeted with a plump, hairless vagina.
- >It's scent wafts to your nose, and it becomes clear that Celestia takes excellent care of herself.
- >Above her lips, a small, styled patch of hair sits.
- >Barely even noticeable, and more there for decoration than anything else.
- >Celestia sighs.
- >"Now, Anonymous. Shall we begin?"
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