Celestia's Changes Companion

If someone were to ask Vice Principal Luna about why she became an educator, she would say: because the role of a teacher is not only to help students inform their own ways of viewing the world, but also to show them why respect matters; these are two of the cornerstones of the modern world, and without them, things have a tendency to fall apart. A well-thought out answer for when she inevitably wins a prestigious award for excellence in education. She’s bound to be nominated. Any year now.

The thirty year old administrator takes a break from attending to the disciplinary form in front of her and leans back in her chair, staring out across the room. Even with the shades pulled down, thin slats of light filter through the window and dance their way across the walls. The sight is enough to help her clear her head, at least for a few moments. With a renewed sense of purpose, the Vice Principal clicks on the light by her desk, bathing the surface in a soft, artificial glow as she begins to sort through the pile of referrals on her desk.

Reports of physical and verbal violence get a combined pile, thankfully only a few pages high, then general mischief: pranks, disrespectful backtalk, and the like; again, just a dozen or so incidents. And so the sorting continues on in a similar fashion, a testament to the state of the students of Canterlot High, at least until she arrives at dress code violations.

“It’s at least as high as all the others combined,” she sighs, sliding her thumb up the bottom edge of the mountain of paperwork. “What on earth is going on here?”

The answer is obvious, of course: Twilight Sparkle. If there’s an issue, it’s always Twilight Sparkle. Or her friends. Or, such as in this case, all of them.

While thumbing through the individual referrals, it strikes Luna again that technically Twilight isn’t even a student at CHS; it’s not even a matter of lacking proper paperwork, she just walked in off the street one day ranting about how one of the other students had stolen a crown from her. Of course that had actually been true, but saving the student body from enslavement and the school itself from being destroyed still doesn’t entitle one to be enrolled in said school. Especially since it seems that whenever the princess from another world arrives, trouble is rarely far behind.

“We probably should just tell her she’s not allowed on campus anymore,” Luna grumbles, letting out a weary sound as she starts writing up Watermelody, for wearing a top that Ms. Cheerilee thought was too low cut. The older woman is a bit of a prude, and usually the Vice Principal would check each incident on a case-by-case basis, but with the amount of reports on the rise lately, the only thing she can do is make sure that the students know that minor infractions will be punished.

As she works, the faintest sound of an exhausted sigh reaches her ears. Turning towards the wall, she can just make out the Principal lamenting, “I’m getting too old for this.”

Placing the paper aside, Luna positions herself so that she can speak through the thin walls between the administrative offices and asks, “Is everything all right, sister?”

The response takes a few seconds longer than would normally be expected, and Luna can almost see the weary Principal through the wall as she replies, “Everything’s fine, Luna; just another girl coming to school dressed like…”

“A floozy?” the Vice Principal interrupts, glancing at the pile of papers on her own desk. While feeling a bit overwhelmed, the barely restrained laugh from the other side gives her enough strength to pick up the next report and begin reviewing it.

“Sure, let’s go with that. I just don’t know what’s going on with the recent upswing in clothing that’s rather racy-”

“And raunchy,” Luna adds, a sneer wrinkling her nose as she goes over a report sent to her by Mr. Doodle, about Rose Heart showing off her thighs in a pair of short-shorts. Shaking her head, the disciplinarian decides she might need to rethink her opinion of ‘sweet little Rosie’.

“Right, that too. It’s just these girls keep coming to school and they have no interest in being here aside from looking pretty and picking up boys.” There’s a moment of silence before the older sister adds, “Or girls. How am I supposed to help these children if they don’t want help in the first place?”

Luna rolls her eyes at Celestia’s truly magnanimous response, but then gives her attention back to the referrals. “Truly a difficult position to be in, sister; but you must remember that we are a team and shall face this adversity together.”

“I suppose so. Thank you Luna.”

And so that is that. The two sisters lapse into silence, Luna focusing on her paperwork and Celestia doing heaven knows what in her office. To be honest, she’s probably having a congratulatory piece of chocolate for making it through another day. Not that her sister has to deal with the chief troublemakers and rabble rousers, that task falls squarely on the shoulders of Luna. Celestia serves as the face of the administration, and she’s the hand that deals out punishments. Unfortunately, you’re not likely to win very many hearts or awards when enforcing consequences is in your job description.

But, setting aside her thoughts about Celestia’s generally soft-handed approach, Luna gives the paper in front of her a good, long look. Twilight Sparkle had apparently flashed her panties at a boy at lunch. Again. Holding back a sigh, she calls out to her sister, “In regards to the matter which we discussed earlier, I am still of the mind that we should isolate ‘student’,” she places heavy emphasis on the title, hoping her sister catches her drift, “Sparkle. She seems to be at the center of all of this.”

There’s a brief pause before she gets her reply. “Wile I understand your concern, we can’t go around accusing students of being responsible for something that is a natural part of growing up.” Puffing out her cheeks, Luna sighs and brings up a hand, mouthing the next few words and flapping her fingers open and closed at the same time. “They’re testing boundaries, at home and at school. The best thing we can do is be supportive-” Celestia’s voice carries on for a while more, but the Vice Principal is already engrossed back in her paperwork. After the droning sound of her sister’s voice comes to a stop, Luna muscles her way into the last word.

“Even so, there is nothing wrong with setting an example for her ‘friends’.”

The Principal doesn’t reply, and that’s honestly good enough for Luna; the less time that the two sisters spend bickering about what to do about Twilight, the better. Besides, there’s an entire mountain of demerits to work her way through. And so she does, signing off on each of the reports, making notes in the margins, and pulling out the files of the students involved to ensure that every paper makes it to the right place. After nearly an hour of sorting, Luna finally sighs and places what’s left of her work to the side.

She’s in the middle of a luxurious overhead stretch when someone knocks at her door. Her body jerks a bit at the sound, sending an uncomfortable stiffness through her spine. With a bit more venom in her voice than she might have otherwise, she answers, “Come in.”

And in she comes. Her; Equestria’s gift to Canterlot High: Twilight Sparkle. And look, she brought her pillows with her.

“Hi, Vice Principal Luna,” Twilight says in that almost sing-songy way that causes the dark haired woman to grind her teeth. She shakes her chest a little as she walks, her unrestrained breastflesh jiggling about in a distracting way. “How are you doing today?”

Making no move to hide her distaste, the blue-haired woman speaks through her teeth, “Up until a moment ago, I’d say the day was progressing as normal. I don’t often see you in the offices without calling for you first, Ms. Sparkle. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Pulling up a seat across from the Vice Principal, Twilight makes a show of crossing her legs and showing off a bit of leg in the process. “Well, I was just thinking that it seems like we’ve been on the wrong hoof lately.” She pauses and then shakes her head. “Foot. I mean foot. And so, I thought that maybe you and Principal Celestia would be interested in participating in a little project of mine.”

Twilight parks her perky posterior on the Vice Principal’s desk with all the grace of an administrative assistant. Even her leg cross is enough to draw the usually stern Luna’s gaze downward for a moment, before her attention snaps back northward. “Ms. Sparkle, as cute as you may think this ‘project’ is, I assure that my sister and I have no time for such frivolities, especially when we’re still reeling from the last ‘incident’ that our school was caught up in.”

And out comes the pout. On some level, it causes the dark-haired woman to flinch, though she doesn’t show it on her face. As she works day in and out with the more delinquent members of the community, such tactics have long since fallen short of their intended effect. Luna’s lack of reaction is not lost on the airhead, who quickly changes her approach.

“Aw, c’mon Principal Luna; you don’t really blame me for the Sirens, do you? I mean, I wasn’t even here when they showed up!”

“It is not the Sirens I’m referring to,” Luna snaps back with such force that Twilight recoils a little. “Rather, the ‘other’ incident, where the floors of the school were somehow drenched with all manner of bodily fluids for reasons no one can seem to explain?” Steepling her fingers, the Vice Principal gives Twilight a stern look. “I am certain that you and your friends were involved somehow, likely clashing with some otherworldly creature that I’d rather not hear about, but that doesn’t make coming up with a way to explain to parents that their children can’t attend classes on account of seminal fluid being all over the building any easier.”

Twilight stares for a moment more, and then giggles. Giggles! The nerve of this child! Huffing in irritation, Luna makes a shooing motion with her hand before looking back over her papers again. “As much as I would love to deal with you right now, I have neither the time nor the patience to begin such an undertaking. Rest assured that I have my eye on you, and we will be discussing your consistently inappropriate attire at a later date. Have a nice day.”

The feeling of the girl’s hands as they wrap around her own is unexpected, even more so as Twilight’s soft palms gently knock against her knuckles. Having her hand held by a student is awkward certainly, but not unpleasant. While she sputters up a response, Twilight smiles and strokes the top of Luna’s hand. “I understand that you have a lot on your mind, Vice Principal, but this project of mine, it just can’t wait. I mean, your sister has probably already started on hers, so we should really get started if we want to be able to compare the results.”

“What are you talking about?” Luna asks, in her usual sternness, as she uses her free hand to rise from her desk. At least, she tries, but as soon as she is upright her feet begin to wobble and shake, sending her bottom back into the seat with a thud. She gasps, a breathless, helpless sound, as every bit of energy seems to seep out of her body through the fingertips help in Twilight’s grip. A bout of lightheadedness rises inside her, the now-cloudy-eyed Principal looking up at the student seated on her desk. “You, you did something.”

“Oh, I haven’t done anything,” Twilight giggles, squeezing Luna’s hand. “Okay, maybe a little, but only to make you a little less proactive. It’s nice to take a break and be a little lazy sometimes.”

Something inside Luna twitches at the words, and in a very pleasant way. Granted, decadence has a certain appeal, but hardly one which has a grip on the usually straight-laced Vice Principal; indulging in the occasional vice is more of her sister’s department. But here, having her hand held, no, massaged, by the skilled ministrations of Twilight Sparkle, she has to admit that perhaps succumbing to a bit of pleasure might not be so bad. Languishing in front of one of her students is probably not the best idea, but the way that Twilight is working her over, Luna can’t find the energy to care, or do anything else but sit and feel her eyes glaze over for that matter.

“There we go,” Twilight coos, her face showing a bit of strain as she smiles. “I was a little worried things wouldn’t go so smoothly, but it looks like everything is proceeding like I thought it would. Oh this is so exciting.” The purple-haired girl practically gushes to herself as she babbles. “I know you must have so many questions, but for right now I just want you to relax; indulge yourself. Give me your other hand.”

The Vice Principal does so without a second thought, placing her other hand on the desk while Twilight gives her full attention to the second. A chill runs down the length of her arm, and then her spine as the gentle touching starts again. Luna’s eyes drift in a long, lazy arc towards her unattended hand, smiling vacantly at how slender and outright young they look. Lavender nail polish that she can’t remember painting on glitters back at her, resting on top of an obscenely long set of nails that a professional woman like herself would never consider growing out. But, as she flexes her fingers and watches the talon-like nails dance, she feels another thrill roll through her body.

Sure they might not look very professional, but isn’t that part of the appeal? Here she is, a serious, stern, commanding disciplinarian, but with fingernails that would look more appropriate on a woman of the night. Imagine if she tapped them on the desk while berating disobedient students; they wouldn’t be able to decide if they should take her seriously or not! Something deep within her clenches tight at the thought, her lazy smile spreading wider as she watches another set of purple nails poke their way out from beyond Twilight’s palms.

“Oof, this really is a lot of work,” the princess says with a huff. Placing Luna’s hands on top of each other, Twilight leans back and takes a moment to catch her breath, the distressed teen scowling a bit at the wall. “I wonder how things are going next door with Celestia?” Crossing her legs at the ankle, she gives a short, lazy kick and turns her attention to the Vice Principal.

Luna continues staring at her nails, a fact that brings a smile to Twilight’s face. “You can give them a tryout if you want, I’m pretty sure I can’t do anything else since I’m drained of magic for the next little while anyway.” As the older woman makes a small sound of agreement and brings her nails to her face, Twilight sighs again. “I had hoped to be able to do a little more than just give you a manicure though. Having to figure out how this magic works on my own is, like, really difficult, y’know? It would be so much easier if I still had the book.”

“Stupid Sunset,” she continues, puffing out her cheeks, “this whole thing is because of her anyway, from beginning to end.” As Luna begins to touch her face, Twilight’s expression softens and she puts on a happy little smile. “Well, it’s not all bad: I’m getting to work with magic that nopony’s even been aware of for lifetimes, and it feels really, really good. Doesn’t it?”

“Mmf,” is the best Luna can manage, feeling the electric sensation of her nails sliding against her cheeks. A trembling takes root in the core of her body as Twilight drones on and on about something utterly uninteresting having to do with Sunset Shimmer and a magical book. She shudders, focusing on the love of feeling her own touch against her body. Well, her face and neck. No matter how good it felt, Luna certainly wasn’t going to start feeling herself up in front of a student.

It was right around when she was considering massaging her own shoulders that the still slush-brained Vice Principal noticed Twilight had stopped talking. Rolling her head in the most lazy and roundabout manner possible, she fixes the student with a blank look, a look in complete opposition to the excited grin on the Princess’ own face. “Oh. My. Gosh. I get it now; your hands are totally filled with the magic!”

In an instant Twilight has their palms pressed together again, a silly smile spreading across her face. “Yup, I can feel it. It’s small but there, and look what it’s done to your face already!”

Her face? Luna mouths the unwieldy thought in confusion, her lips feeling heavier than usual as she rummages about in her purse for a moment before finding her compact. The simple, black device flips open and Luna’s mouth drops open into a cute, little o-shape as she get a good look at herself. Her elongated nails probe gently at her puffy lips before her eyes wander out to her cheeks, both filled with a youthful vigor that had faded with years of long nights attending to schoolwork and days of disciplining students. She can’t help but flutter her eyelids, marveling at the thick lashes and the pale purple eye shadow that she would never be caught dead wearing, but somehow looks wonderful when paired with her youthful, somewhat vacant, expression.

The pleasant haze is abruptly shattered as she feels her lips press more firmly into her fingernail. Jerking her hand away, she glances down at the nail, then back in the mirror, shivering a little as she notices her puffy pout is slightly more pronounced than before. Turning her attention to Twilight, Luna’s words stumble across her inflated lips, “What, did you do?”

“I told you, magic, magic!” the girl says with a quick clap of her hands. “You’ve totally got magic at your fingertips right now! Oh, this is exciting. Should I be taking notes?”

“That’s ridiculous,” the Vice Principal slurs, color rising into her cheeks as a bit of moisture clings to the corner of her mouth. She moves to wipe away the soggy spittle, but pauses as she notes Twilight’s entranced expression. While she doesn’t believe the girl for a moment, she thinks it best to leave things as they are for the time being. Luna clears her throat and snaps her purple and blue compact closed. The top shines with a mixture of glitter, sparkles, and rhinestones, an altogether gaudy affair that would look more appropriate in Twilight Sparkle’s hands than her own. Luna stares at the compact for a moment before squealing and dropping it, sending the mirror clattering onto her desk.

“Don’t you see?” Twilight says in a sing-song way as she kicks her feet. Luna sputters ineffectively as the Princess-turned- student leans over. “I told you already, you’ve got the magic. I don’t know how long it’s going to last, but doesn’t it make you want to, like, grab your boobies and make them all huge and stuff?” Twilight proceeds to do just that, rubbing her healthy handfuls of hooters up and down as she sighs. “I bet you do, it’s what I’d do. I’d love a pair of jumbo juggies.”

Luna’s head spins a little as she tries to process this impossibility. Granted, there have been a number of strange occurrences at Canterlot High as of late, but nothing like this! She brings a hand to her forehead in an attempt to collect her thoughts, only to be interrupted by the weighty feeling of her head being pulled backward as the follicles begin to create thicker, more luxuriously dense strands of hair.

“Ah, that’s so cute!” Twilight gushes, leaning over the desk and threading the glossy strands through her fingers. “And so thick too, I bet somepony could really dig their knuckles in and give a good, hard shake, huh?”

An unexpected moan rumbles out from the Vice Principal’s mouth. She moves to silence the sound, but biting down on her lip only sends another delightful shudder down her spine. Twilight leans in to pester her again, but even in her current state, Luna knows well enough what she has to do. If the girl wants her to touch herself, well then, she will do exactly the opposite! And so, crossing her hands over one another, she places them in her lap and turns to Twilight.

“Ms. Sparkle,” she begins, in as level a voice as she can manage, “you say that this is magic, correct?”

“Mhmm.”

“And it is, in fact, temporary?”

“That’s right. Probably, anyway.” Scrunching up her nose in a moment of contemplation, she shrugs and adds, “I don’t really know, but probably.”

“Then I shall work under the assumption that it is.” Taking a deep breath, the Vice Principal turns her eyes towards the door and remains as still as possible. The seconds pass with agonizing slowness, made tolerable only as the watchful gaze of Twilight Sparkle shifts from expectant, to curious, and finally back to an indignant pout.

She lasts a full minute before asking, “Vice Principal Luna, what are you doing?”

Squaring her shoulders, the dark-haired woman smirks and continues staring past the student. “As you can see, Ms. Sparkle, I am refraining from making contact with myself. If I do not touch anything, then no further changes will occur, correct?”

Twilight’s lips part briefly, then press back together again as the younger girl squints in Luna’s direction. After a moment of consideration, she insists, “You can’t do that!”

“Oh, but I can, I am, and I will,” the Vice Principal replies with a throaty chuckle, “because you claim that this is a time-sensitive issue, all I must do is simply wait until it has run its course.”

“No, I mean it’s, like, against the rules.”

Twilight’s insistence brings a smile to Luna’s lips. “Dear Twilight, I think you underestimate my tenacity. Do not think I am-” her gloating ceases abruptly as the air kicks on and Luna feels a gentle draft against her ankles. And knees. An thighs too, for that matter. She glances down just in time to see the hem of her pants, once down below her ankles, slip up to reveal a full three-quarters of her thighs; pleasantly pale, and well enough for a woman of her age. She flinches as the daisy-duke style shorts tighten around her legs, though not from shrinking, but as the flesh and muscle begins to bulge against it.

While the older woman is gawking at her increasingly meaty legs, Twilight gives a smug smile and shoots the Vice Principal a look over her shoulder. “Like I said, it’s against the rules. Rule number one: all magic wants to be used; that’s why you have to be careful with it.”

“I don’t,” Luna begins, before hissing through her teeth as her short-shorts start to ride up against her crotch. It’s a wonderfully pleasant feeling, but because of that the Vice Principal begins to paw and tug at her shorts, barely able to contain a whine as they continue to press up, ever more firmly, against her box. Magic or no, Luna has no intention of moaning in front of a student!

Watching her motion intently, Twilight provides a bit of commentary, “You shouldn’t do that,” only to be silenced by a glare from the administrator. Four futile tugs later, and her shorts go from wedged up against her backside, to vanishing completely, leaving Luna with her fingers a scant breath away from her panty-covered snatch. Her fingers quiver, jerking back but, in the same motion, she drags the top of her nails against her slit.

She trembles. She shakes! Her body convulses as the suppressed sound of pleasure instead radiates out to her extremities and turns her limbs into jelly! Fully intending to take a moment to catch her breath and gather her wits, under the haze of orgasm, her body demands another touch and her fingers are only too eager to comply. A jolt rockets straight up from her crotch to her brain, turning what little reason the Vice Principal has left into mush as she slides her fingers against her panties with abandon.

Each touch leaves a little less fabric in its wake, the full-sized beige briefs shrinking down to a lacy, cheeky purple affair. But the magic doesn’t limit itself to her undergarments, because as her panties shrink, her mons starts to swell and bulge. Before long, Luna is eagerly exploring the contours of a plump and juicy camel-toe, her lower lips pressing affectionately into the tight and moist fabric clinging to her crotch.

“Well, aren’t we having a good time?” Twilight’s voice cuts in, just as Luna begins to ponder pushing the drenched underwear aside and really going to town. She gives the student on her desk a heavily lidded stare, her mouth moving in a slow, uncertain motion as though searching for the right words, but failing to find them. Twilight reaches out and pats the Vice Principal on the cheek, Luna leaning into the touch as the pony-Princess chuckles. “Don’t you worry about me, Principal Luna, you just focus on chasing that good feeling, okay?”

Yes, she could do that. She wanted to do that! Finally nudging her panties out of the way, the Vice Principal begins to finger herself in earnest, making the short, delicate gasps and moans of a delighted woman. Giggles occasionally break through, like bubbles in her brain that linger for an instant before popping and leaving her with the most delightful sensation in their wake. Her free hand, as though feeling somewhat left out, reaches up and begins to aggressively grope her modest chest. For a moment she feels a sense of irritation, as her bra cuts her off from a full range of contact, but in an instant the offending fabric vanishes, and Luna gasps in excitement as the light heft of her breasts pulls against her shoulders.

With that awful thing out of the way, the Vice Principal is free to molest her chest as she pleases, increasing her roughness to a level of mauling while the hand buried between her legs alternates between fast and slow movements. It isn’t too terribly long before Luna whimpers, feeling her abnormally chunky nipples poking through her sweater as she switches from one breast to another. Focusing on her chest for a moment, a gleeful smile crosses the woman’s lips as she struggle to see past her magnificent mams. Would she even be able to see her feet when she stood? Did she care?

The answer was yes, of course, though Luna couldn’t decide which direction in which she was more invested. As she begins to wonder, her pussy clenches down with a vice-like tightness, gripping her fingers to the point where the tips turned nearly as purple as her nails! Not that the woman was able to mind, as her mind turns to mush yet again, leaving her a dazed, drooling, incoherent mess.

“Wow, you really do nice work,” Twilight says, her acknowledgement sounding genuine as she looks the formerly cute Vice Principal over. “I never would have guessed that the magic would be this powerful on its own.” The teen scribbles something into a notepad, chancing occasional glances between Luna and the page before writing again. “Direct contact is really impressive. I bet you’ve totally overshadowed Principal Celestia” There’s a pause, and then she grins wider. “Anyway, I remember you saying something about the dress code when you were still a stuffy duffy. Like, how I wasn’t doing a good job of following it?”

That sounds vaguely familiar, although also a lifetime away at this point. Luna attempts to slur a few words together, but it comes out a jumbled, post-multiple-orgasm mess. Twilight doesn’t seem to mind though, and simply waves her off as she continues.

“Well, I totally understand where you’re coming from in that students should dress in a certain way which reflects well on the school. We have to set a standard, you know?”

Yes. Yes that’s it exactly. Luna bobs her head, trying to seem as administrative as is possible when your hair’s a mess, you’ve got a bit of wetness on your lips, and your thighs and seat are pretty well drenched with vaginal fluids. It’s a difficult task, but the Vice Principal thinks she manages it well enough.

“Yeah, but there’s another side too. You have to make sure that the students are comfortable, right?” Luna nods, her fingers beginning to inch back to her crotch, rubbing up and down as she begins to work her way back to that pleasurable place. “The other side of that is that you wouldn’t want students to be forced to wear things that you wouldn’t, right? Like, I dunno, pants?”

Luna pauses, planning on scoffing at the girl. Pants? Who wouldn’t wear pants? But, the more she thinks about it, the more she begins to realize that pants aren’t really all they’re cracked up to be. Sure, they’re great for keeping legs warm and covered but they also serve to block certain things off. Like her needy nethers, she thinks, touching herself with a renewed enthusiasm. Pants, she considers, are perhaps not all that they’re cracked up to be.

As though reading her mind, Twilight grins, “So you see, Vice-Principal Luna, we should totally change the dress code to be more accepting of certain girls’ changes in appearance and attitude. I mean, it’s only fair, and now you fully understand what it’s like to go through what they are, right?”

Luna finally manages a simple nod, one that nearly causes her head to loll off to the side. She finds enough strength to hold herself up, but between her fingers and the pleasure in her brain, it’s only just. And, to be honest, Twilight’s company has become something of a distraction. It would be better if she left, so the Vice Principal could focus on more important things, like the need between her legs. Of course, if Twilight wanted to help her with that-

“Well, that should about do it for Principal Celestia,” the girl says with a cheery note, uncrossing her legs and hopping to her feet. Luna is quick to follow, perhaps due to memories her now supple muscles have of walking her guests to the door, or simply because it felt right to mimic Twilight, but the addition of heels to her feet sends her wobbling forward, landing her chest to chest with the student.

Giggling, Twilight presses a finger to the Vice Principal’s lips and whispers, “What say we go have a look?” Their chests rub against one another, sending another shiver through Luna’s body. She nods, her lips parting a little to suck on Twilight’s finger before she pulls it away and guides her into the hall.

Luna leans heavily on Twilight as they approach the door, unsure of what she’ll find on the other side. Her sister, obviously, but what kind of magic has been used on her? The woman’s breath catches in her throat as Twilight turns the knob; her lower body twitches with anticipation.

“Twilight,” Celestia says with a note of delight, “so glad you could join me.”

Any expectations that Luna might have been able to string together fell woefully short of the reality in front of her. The Principal of Canterlot High sits in the center of the room, away from her desk, with her legs crossed in an almost demure manner. But her body is hardly silent. Scream-inducing hairpin curves trail down from the top of her head all the way down to the points of her heels, her physique comparable to a long, long journey down a scenic highway.  Her body is more plush than powerful and suitably thick for a woman of her age, but with an air of youthfulness around her that would be more appropriate on a woman ten years younger. But perhaps the most eye catching thing about her sexualized sister is her breasts.

Without question, Luna is exceedingly proud of her plumped-up pleasure pillows, but she is sorely outdone by Celestia’s prolifically ponderous pontoons. They strain against the single remaining button of her suit coat, possessing a fantastic bulk that threatens to burst free if she even breathes. And she does, a short, shallow thing that causes a quiet creak to echo through the office, a sound that makes Luna’s cunt clench in excitement. Celesita leans forward and locks eyes with her sister, quietly inventing her over, and she does without a second thought, practically prancing as she crosses the room.

“You, had two?” the stunned Twilight asks as Luna slides up to the Principal’s chair. The younger sister leans in close, drinking in her sister’s shape with equal parts excitement and envy. Luna does her best to keep her breathing steady as her hands slide down to either side of Celestia’s magnificent mams, stroking them gently and grinning as two fat nubs poking through the thick fabric of the coat.

Celestia moans, reaching up and tickling her sister’s neck with pastel-colored nails as she fixes Twilight with a domineering stare. “I did, and I have to say that I’m not too pleased with how you’ve been acting lately.”

“So, what are you going to do to me?”

Luna drags her eyes away from Celestia’s cans long enough to stare at Twilight, smirking a little as her sister continues, “Well, to begin with you won’t be changing anyone else. You’re causing too much of a disruption by doing whatever you please.”

“All… all right. No more bimbos.”

That statement makes the younger Principal flinch. As Twilight looks away, Luna leans down and whispers into Celestia’s ear, “Sister, while I appreciate the spirit in which you make the suggestion, wouldn’t it be better to let her continue?”

Celestia glares at Twilight for a moment more before softly replying, “What do you mean?”

“Just that I think it would be something of a waste to not utilize this student’s natural talents. Think of what Twilight did for us, and what she could do for other members of the staff.”

“Our faculty is like an extension of our family, why would I even consider something like that?”

“Well,” Luna purrs, dragging her hand inside her sister’s coat. She gingerly flicks the Principal’s nipple, causing Celestia to stiffen. “I have to admit that I’m filled with all sorts of wonderful ideas on how to worship that perfect body of yours, but I think that some members of the staff might be opposed to that sort of relationship. If, perhaps, we directed Twilight to use her magic on them, we could bring them into the fold, in a family way if you like…”

The Vice Principal lets her voice trail off, but continues stroking her sister’s nipple, hoping that the persistent pleasure helps to get the point across. Celestia gazes up at her through lidded eyes, and smirks, her plump lips blowing a gentle kiss up at her sister that gives the younger sibling a quiet thrill. “Who are you thinking should be first?”

Luna’s lip curls up into a smirk as her fingers shift from touching to tugging. So many teachers to choose from, but they have time enough to move at their leisure. After a few moments of consideration, she decides on someone who probably won’t be noticed too often, but present enough to be effective. Leaning down, she whispers into Celestia’s ear, “Nurse Redheart.”

The older woman nods and clears her throat, drawing Twilight’s attention back to her. “Now hold on, I didn’t say that…”

With her role finished, Luna focuses on something far more important than delegating a tedious task to Twilight. Her fingers itch to touch more of her sister’s body, and Celestia doesn’t seem to mind at all. After all, she reasons, the role of a Vice Principal is to provide support to the Principal, and her sister is going to need a great deal of support going forward. Luna smiles as she squeezes her hands into a bit of the fleshy heaven, allowing her mind to drift away in the softness.

While Educator of the Year might always be out of reach, that doesn’t mean that Luna should be without aspirations. And spreading the joy of Twilight’s magic to the rest of the staff, well, that’s something well within her reach.