Anon - Anon's Princess

>It's been a interesting year for you at Canterlot High.
>The first few years were your standard highschool ups and downs, but your senior started out with your 18th birthday, a car, good grades...and a new woman.
>It wasn't by chance, she sought you out. She had handpicked you some time ago apparently for reasons you didn't know and didn't not care to question. The origin did not matter, only the current state of affairs.
>A great arrangement really. She had a few requirements, and as long as you followed them obediently she was at your every beck and call.
>The main request, and one you had come to understand well, was that your current positions in the school and society were to be maintained.
>It provided both the illusion that nothing had changed and satisfied her natural desire to at least act like she was in control. She felt it more dignified to ask politely even when you knew she was begging.
>The second request was at first just to indulge her. She liked to add an air of royalty to your relationship, speaking in more regal terms and sometimes even dressing the part when you were alone.
>You had agreed to it, learned your part well, and now enjoyed it yourself.
>A royal love affair, what a wonderful way to spend senior year.
>"Anon, I hope it was a pleasant day dream!"
>You snap to attention, realizing that your reminiscing had drawn the ire of your English teacher, Ms. Cheerilie. Before you can do more than apologize she shakes her head and sighs.
>"I don't know what to do with you seniors, your minds are always drifting away from the moment."
>If she only knew just how far your mind had gone. Speaking of, it seems like it's time to visit your companion.
>As the rest of class returns to Keats and Hemingway, you compose a little prose of your own and request an audience at 3pm during one of your free periods. You receive a text back telling you that your request is "acceptable," which you've come to understand as "please."
>That settled, you turned back to English and Ms. Cheerilie before you drew more attention to yourself.
>English, Lunch, and Calculus followed and now you were trapped in the temporal vortex that was Mrs. Cake's two o'clock home education course.
>Not more than twenty minutes have gone by and it feels like a long eternity. It's an enjoyable course and Mrs. Cake really is nice teacher, but you have other things on your mind.
>Right now, how to make cup cakes is an obstacle in your way to carnal knowledge. It's all you can do to stay focused.
>Sure enough, thoughts of her voice, her scent, her body invade your mind... you can hardly wait to spend a little quality time with your princess.
>And she is yours.
>Daydreaming again...
>*Bzzzzzzt* The overhead speaker rouses you out of your stupor and Mrs. Cake pauses from her baking to listen to the announcement.

>"Will Mr. Anon Ymous please report to the main office. Anon Ymous, please report to the main office. Thank you."
>Mrs. Cake turns to you and excuses you in her jovial tone.
>"Well, I guess you had better go! Try to make it back for cupcakes dearie!"
>You thank her and walk out the door, wondering what this means for your plans at three.

>You reach the office few minutes later and the secretary greets you as you walk into the door.
>"Principal Celestia said to just knock on her door when you arrived. I'm going down the hall to make some copies, if either of you need anything."
>She wanders off and you knock on the principal's door.
>"Come in."
>You open the door and see her standing there, hand on the edge of her desk as she waits for you. >Long, slim legs, ample bust, gorgeous hair that flowed down past her shoulders, and a knowing smile that grew as you stepped in to the office.
>Your memories are a poor substitute when compared against the visage of your princess in real life. And to think she belongs to you.
>You lock the door behind you as she speaks.
>"Hello Anon, thank you for joining us on short notice."
You are welcome, princess. Why the change? I had expected to see you at three."
>You speak with a slightly authoritative tone in an attempt to exert quiet dominance. No point in letting her have all the fun.
>"A meeting with my staff was canceled. We thought you would like your audience with me sooner."
>You look at her with your arms crossed, a unspoken question on your face.
>"We apologize for not conferring with you first."
>You continue to stare, playing the moment for what it's worth.
>Celestia brings a hand to her chest and a honest look of worry is in her eyes.
>"Did...did we offend you?"
>You hold your stern gaze for another few seconds before putting on a playful smile.
Of course not. I just enjoy watching you sweat.
>Celestia immediately relaxes and lets out a sigh of relief.
>"What can we do for you?" she asks as she walks to the front of the desk. "You did ask for this audience, did you not?"
>Ah yes, the game resumes.
You seem distracted and stressed when I last saw you. I though I could provide a welcome relief.
>"How touching." She smiles again. "Are you sure you have no ulterior motive?"
I may be distracted myself. One of your vassals accused me of daydreaming.
>"And?"
Guilty as charged milady.
>"Well, we will do our best to accommodate." She sends a sultry look in your direction as she slides her jacket off and onto the desk, leaving a white blouse and a cream colored skirt. She reaches out to you with both hands.
>"Come to your princess." Her tone is demanding, not with authority but with desire.
>You step forward into her embrace, your hand coming up to hold her face. You lean in and kiss her, feeling her moan into your mouth the instant your lips touch.
>After several seconds, you pull away leaving a thin strand of saliva dangling between you. Your other hand leans into the desk to support your weight as Celestia grabs your belt and pulls you close to her. Your eyes are locked together.
>"Now," she whispers, "make your princess come."
>That's all the permission you need. Celestia gasps in surprise as your hand that caressed her face moments ago now takes hold of her luxurious hair and pulls her head back, exposing her neck.
>You lean in hungrily, kissing her now vulnerable throat. You pull away briefly and breath against her now wet skin, the chill causing her to shiver slightly before you continue.
>Your kisses trail down her neck to her collarbone, and she begins to unbutton her blouse. After relieving herself of that barrier she pushes herself onto the desk, her sitting position now allowing her use of both hands.
>Celestia slips her arms underneath your shirt to stroke your chest and back. As you engulf her breast through her bra, she digs her finger nails into your back, causing you to hiss lightly.
>You stand up and lock eyes with her again as your hands busy themselves unhooking her bra.
You wound me my princess. I thought you liked me.
>"Oh but I do. You only hurt the ones you love."
Is that so? Your words princess.
>Celestia cries out as you pinch both nipples between thumb and forefinger, twisting them and causing her to arch her back.
>You take this opportunity to push her to a horizontal position on the desk and allow her legs to rise up on either side of you. She wraps them around your waist in response.
Now,
> you say as you gaze upon your prize,
what does my princess desire?
>Celestia says nothing, but takes your and and licks your fingers. Once they are slick, she laughs and pushes your hand down to her crotch.
As you wish princess.
>Using your other hand you hike up her skirt, enjoying the way she twitches as you approach her entrance. Taking a single finger you brush past her outer lips and tug her panties out of the way. >You take a moment to savor Celestia's breasts as they rise and fall in time with her rapid breathing and then lock eyes with her once more. She's all smiles and lust.
>You push a finger in and watch her eyes widen in delight. Another finger and she involuntarily writhes.
>Celestia reaches up and tugs your collar, bring you down to her.
>"Deeper," she coos in your ear, "please."
>Anything for your princess.
>You push farther into her and she begins to moan again. You curl your fingers upward towards he g-spot and begin a familiar rhythm that her hips soon match.
>Each thrust releases a little more fluid, slowly wetting your hand and Celestia's desk. She's clearly enjoying your ministrations.
>As Celestia's moaning increases in frequency you decide to give her the relief she's aching for. You place your other thumb on her clit and rub. Shortly after, she begins to shudder and while the rest of her body squirms her hand darts down and pulls you deeper inside of her.
>A few minutes later and you are resting on the couch in her office. Celestia sits against you with her head resting in the crook of your neck. Such an adoring princess.
I sincerely hope your secretary didn't hear us.
>"I asked her to run off flyers for the formal. She'll be gone for more than an hour."
>You glance up at the clock anyway. 2:50. A mischievous thought crosses your mind and you hope that the princess forgives you later.
Princess, I am afraid that I have an urgent matter to attend to. Please forgive my haste, but I must keep my appointment.
>With that, you sort yourself out and walk to the door.
Farewell princess, until I see you again.
>Celestia looks at you with disappointment, concern, and confusion. She's really not sure what to think as you leave and it all you can do not to acquiesce to her pouting face.