The Vice Principal's Office


                                            >Be Anon

                                            >Student of Canterlot High

                                            >I guess it could be worse.

                                            >Known for being the most invisble guy on campus

                                            >Well, except for that green-haired weirdo.

                                            >Still in shock she rejected you.

                                            >She literally preferred to stay alone than date you.

                                            >But I guess it could be worse.

                                            >FF to later today

                                            >You were just in class, resting your head on your hand.

                                            >About to fall asleep

                                            >God, this class is boring.

                                            >Your constant sleep problems don't help.

                                            >Can't remember the last time you slept well.

                                            >Your eyelids are fluttering, about to fall asleep.

                                            >Then, you hear it.

                                            >"Anonymous, please come to my office right now."

                                            >Oh, shit

                                            >That's Vice Principal Luna.

                                            >You must be into some serious, deep shit for her to call you.

                                            >While Principal Celestia is a complete pushover, always letting you in with just a warning, Luna is way more serious

                                            >You'll probably get detention, suspended, or worse.

                                            >Expelled!

                                            >"Anonymous, please come to my office, last warning!"

                                            >And now you're making a fool of yourself sitting there like a retard.

                                            >You excuse yourself from the class and step out of the classroom.

                                            >Your legs feel like jelly.

                                            >What could you've possibly done for her to call you?

                                            >You barely do shit.

                                            >You never get into trouble.

                                            >Maybe some other fag is blaming you for something?

                                            >If that's the case, you have some teeth to break later.

                                            >After walking through the empty hallways, you get there.

                                            >You feel like you're about to enter the lion's den.

                                            >You gingerly knock on the door.

                                            >"Come in."

                                            >Her voice sends you shivers through your back.

                                            >You take a deep breath and open the door, finding her sitting in front of her desk. Her expression was unreadable.

                                            >"Sit down, Anonymous."

                                            >You carefully close the door behind you and sit down on the uncomfortable wooden chair.

                                            >"Do you know why I called you here?"

                                            "N-No, Vice Principal Luna"

                                            >You didn't intend to stutter, but your nerves are getting the best of you.

                                            >"You see, I noticed a sharp... decrease in your academic performance. Could you explain that?"

                                            >To be honest, you have been flunking your grades a bit.

                                            >Too many nights spent playing TF2 or looking for lewd drawings.

                                            >Damn teenage hormones.

                                            "I'm... I'm sorry. I've been... having some problems."

                                            >She raises an eyebrow.

                                            >"Could you be more specific?"

                                            "Well... It's mostly... sleeping problems. I can't sleep properly at nights, so... I fall asleep in class."

                                            >It's not a complete lie after all.

                                            >She looks at you for a moment before continuing.

                                            >"Sleeping problems, huh?"

                                            >You nod, feeling a bit more relaxed.

                                            >Maybe you will be able to get out of this alive.

                                            >"Then, explain to me how you don't have time to study or do your homework, but you do have time to do this."

                                            >She takes a folder out of her desk drawers and takes a few papers out of it, showing them to you.

                                            >As soon as you look at them, you feel your heart skip at least 5 beats.

                                            >Your drawings

                                            >Your personal drawings

                                            >After getting that damn human anatomy textbook, you couldn't avoid but to take your shot in erotic drawings.

                                            >Why did it have to be so damn graphic?

                                            >"We found these in your locker last week. It seemed like you didn't close it all the way. Care to explain why I'm in one of these drawings?"

                                            >The most recent one depicted a faceless man being breastfed by Luna herself.

                                            >After watching those rare Japanese cartoons, you were never the same.

                                            >"Well? I'm waiting for your explanation, Anonymous."

                                            >You're so fucking dead.

                                            >You can't even talk; you just stutter an excuse, making a fool of yourself.

                                            "I... I was just... I... It's just... I... I..."

                                            >You feel like you're about to hyperventilate.

                                            "Please... Please forgive me... I... I wasn't thinking... I... It's just... The... The stress... These urges... I... I just..."

                                            >You feel some tears coming out of your eyes.

                                            >God dammit, not now.

                                            >If you're getting expelled, you can't cry as well.

                                            >You'd look like a huge fag!

                                            >But you can't avoid it.

                                            >The shame is too great.

                                            >A whimper comes from your mouth as you cover your face.

                                            >You hear the sound of Luna's high heels clacking around the desk.

                                            >But you're too busy crying like a bitch.

                                            >Then, you feel her hand on your shoulder.

                                            >"Anonymous, look at me."

                                            >Her voice.

                                            >She sounded comforting, soft even.

                                            >You wipe your tears with your hoodie, trying to recover some of your dignity.

                                            >You sniffle as you finally manage to look at her face.

                                            >She doesn't look angry, shocked, or creeped out.

                                            >She looks... compassionate?

                                            >Nah, that can't be.

                                            >"Do you feel stressed by your studies?" She asks, looking at your eyes.

                                            >You nod.

                                            >"And... Are these drawings a way to... vent a little? Blow some steam?"

                                            >You nod again, still sniffling.

                                            >She sighs a little, turning to the desk and handling you a box of tissues.

                                            >You blow your nose and wipe the rest of your tears.

                                            >Not in that order though.

                                            >"Listen, Anonymous... I... I'm not angry."

                                            "You... you aren't? But... I... I drew..."

                                            >"Yes, I know. Which is also why I want to ask you... Why me, Anon?"

                                            >Did she use your nickname?

                                            >Nah, you must be hearing things.

                                            "Well.. I... I don't... I don't know."

                                            >"Is it because you find me attractive?

                                            >What?

                                            >This can't be real.

                                            >She should be calling your parents and calling you a dirty perv, not doing this!

                                            >Still, with nothing else to do, you nod. You have nothing to lose anyway."

                                            >Silence fills the room for a while before she speaks again.

                                            >"Does that mean you have desires to do... well... this with me?"

                                            >She held the drawing close to her, only making you feel more ashamed.

                                            >You take a deep sigh and nod one more time, looking away from her.

                                            >You hear her sigh as well.

                                            >She's deep in thought. Her eyes closed for what seemed like hours.

                                            >Then, she opens them again, taking her hand out of your shoulder and standing up straight.

                                            >"And if I agree to accomplish this... fantasy of yours, do you promise to improve your grades?"

                                            >What?

                                            >No... That can't be.

                                            >You must be hearing things.

                                            "Um... W-What?"

                                            >"You heard me, Anonymous. Don't make me repeat myself."

                                            >Her voice got a bit more impatient this time.

                                            >You take a deep breath, hoping this isn't a trap.

                                            "Y-Yes. I promise it."

                                            >She looks at you for a moment before nodding.

                                            >"Very well. I trust that you will keep your promise."

                                            >With that, she starts unbuttoning her shirt, her face stern but not unkind.

                                            >Is this real life?

                                            >If this is a dream, whoever wakes you up will get a delicious knuckle sandwich.

                                            >She does it slowly and laboriously. Almost like a stealth striptease.

                                            >After the last button is undone, she takes her blouse, carefully folding it and putting it on the desk.

                                            >She's now on her bra only. The only thing separating you from her perky breasts.

                                            >"Lock the door, please. I don't want any interruptions while we do this."

                                            >Taking you out of her trance, you stand up from your seat and lock the door.

                                            >While you do it, you can hear the sounds of fabric rustling.

                                            >As you turn around, door locked, your breath gets stuck in your throat.

                                            >Vice Principal Luna is there, completely topless.

                                            >Her crossed arms covered her breasts.

                                            >They might be slightly smaller than Celestia's, but you don't care.

                                            >She was always the prettiest principal in your books.

                                            >Maybe it was her darker hair or her more stern attitude.

                                            >Unlike her sister, she wouldn't take shit from anyone.

                                            >And now you're here, locked up in her office, showing you her naked skin.

                                            >Or at least, the upper part of it.

                                            >"Well? Are you gonna just stare at them?" She said, raising an eyebrow.

                                            "Oh... S-Sorry, Vice Princip-"

                                            >She just shushed you with her finger, an almost amused expression in her face.

                                            >"You may call me just... Luna. Just this once."

                                            >You have never been this aroused before.

                                            >You timidly nod

                                            >"O-Okay... L-Luna..."

                                            >It feels so weird to call her by her name.

                                            >A slight smile comes to her face.

                                            >"Well, let's get started. Come here."

                                            >She extended her arms and wrapped them around you."

                                            >You're now face to face with her breasts.

                                            >The height difference doesn't help.

                                            >"Now, you may kiss or suckle on them, but be gentle. I don't want any hickeys or bite marks."

                                            >You are blushing so hard.

                                            >Your blood is rushing to both of your heads.

                                            >But for some reason, it feels more intimate than sexy.

                                            >Yeah, you might have her breasts close to your face.

                                            >But you feel like going slow and steady instead of motorboating her and suckling hard on them.

                                            >You start with some gently kisses on her right breast.

                                            >Damn, her skin is soft.

                                            >She might be strict, but her skin is softer than silk.

                                            >And her smell. Oh, man, her smell.

                                            >She must be using some expensive perfume.

                                            >Her scent is enough to both drive you crazy and mellow all your worries out.

                                            >You keep giving gentle kisses on her breast, getting ever so near her nipple.

                                            >You give some test kisses on her nipple, opening your lips slightly.

                                            >After some hesitation, you finally open your mouth a bit and take her nipple in your mouth as you start suckling on her breast.

                                            >Your most hidden reflexes come to life again.

                                            >The last time you did this was when you were less than 1 year of age.

                                            >And now you're here, with the age to be able to enjoy it.

                                            >You close your eyes and moan slightly as you keep suckling on her breast.

                                            >While no milk comes from it, the feeling of her skin against yours is enough.

                                            >In the meantime, Luna has been holding you close to her.

                                            >Her hand softly running down your hair, massaging your scalp.

                                            >You swore you heard some faint moans from her.

                                            >But you don't care; you're too busy with her breast.

                                            >You wrap your arms around her midriff, not feeling brave enough to go lower.

                                            >Let's not risk this golden chance by being a perv.

                                            >Or well... more than you already are.

                                            >"Anonymous, I have two of them, you know?"

                                            >You look up, finding a warm, amused smile.

                                            "Oh... Y-Yes... I'm sorry, Luna."

                                            >"Don't be, just enjoy."

                                            >With a popping sound, you release her breast as you start kissing and eventually suckling on her left breast.

                                            >This is it.

                                            >You just died and went to heaven.

                                            >She actually killed you in her office, and now you're enjoying the afterlife.

                                            >You can't avoid but to release a few muffled moans.

                                            >Not only from pleasure, but from the sheer relaxation you're feeling.

                                            >You keep jumping from breast to breast, occasionally going to the middle and slightly motorboating.

                                            >You hear her trying to suppress a giggle.

                                            >Maybe she's ticklish in there?

                                            >Hmmm...

                                            >This continues for at least 10 minutes.

                                            >While you keep getting lost in her breasts, you keep rubbing her back.

                                            >Her skin feels just so soft.

                                            >You can't get enough of this.

                                            >You could easily fall asleep in them, even if you're still standing up.

                                            >After the best 20 minutes of your life, she pats your back.

                                            >"We have to go back to class, my little one."

                                            >My little one?

                                            >Where did that come from?

                                            >And why did it make you feel this good?

                                            >Are you... crushing for your Vice Principal?

                                            >Just because she let you suckle on her breasts?

                                            >A valid reason, truly.

                                            "Just... Five more minutes..."

                                            >Your voice came out muffled because of her perfect tits smothering your face.

                                            >You hear her sigh.

                                            >You worry that you might have taken it too far.

                                            >But she just pats your head now.

                                            >"Fine. But only 5 more minutes."

                                            >You sigh of relief and keep playing with her breasts, knowing your time is limited.

                                            >You keep kissing and suckling on her breasts, wanting to leave no place untouched.

                                            >You squeeze a bit on her nipples with your lips, not wanting to bite her.

                                            >You rub your cheek on them, sighing in complete happiness.

                                            >You have a wide smile on your face. One that you can't wipe out from it.

                                            >But like all good things, they must come to an end.

                                            >"Alright, Anonymous. Time's up."

                                            >She's now pulling you away slightly.

                                            >With a hint of disappointment, you give her right breast one last kiss and pull back, releasing her from your grip.

                                            >She walks to her desk and starts dressing up again, as if nothing happened.

                                            >"I hope by the next month there's an improvement in your grades, Anonymous. Otherwise, I'll be forced to take more extreme measures.

                                            >Unlike before, her voice was now back to the stern one you always knew.

                                            >And maybe loved.

                                            "Yes, Luna."

                                            >"Vice Principal Luna."

                                            >Oh, so we're back to formalities?

                                            "Yes, sorry, Vice Principal Luna."

                                            >She finished dressing up and turned around to see you.

                                            >"Very well. You're free to go now, Anonymous. As for the drawings, I'll let you out with a warning, but please keep them in a more private place. You can get into serious trouble for them."

                                            >You nodded shyly, walking to the desk and picking up the drawings, using the folder to hide them.

                                            >"Although, I must say, you have some talent. I'd love to see more... appropriate drawings from you. Maybe you could join the art club to polish your skills."

                                            >You smile warmly, feeling warm and fuzzy on the inside from her compliment.

                                            "Thanks, VP Luna. I will."

                                            >She smiles as well.

                                            >"Oh, and... If you need to unwind again... You can come to me. We won't always do this again, but if you need to vent, or just talk, my door is always open.

                                            >Not always, huh?

                                            >So, that must mean she will let you kiss and suckle on her breasts again!

                                            >Maybe, even more!

                                            >But, let's not push your luck too much.

                                            "I will. Thank you so much. I promise I'll study harder."

                                            >"I know you will. Now, go back to classes, my little one."

                                            >There it is again.

                                            >My little one.

                                            >You don't know why, but hearing her call you like that makes you feel so warm inside.

                                            >As long as she doesn't do it in public.

                                            >You just nod and walk towards the door, unlocking it.

                                            >You turn around and wave her.

                                            "See ya later, VP Luna."

                                            >She sits down and nods.

                                            >"Have a good day, Anonymous."

                                            >You open the door and step out of her office.

                                            >You still have a lot of questions on your mind.

                                            >Why did she let you do that?

                                            >Why did she leave the door open to more interactions with her?

                                            >Why did she, the stricter principal, was that kind to you?

                                            >And most importantly

                                            >Why did she call you "My little one"?

                                            >So many questions, yet so little answers.

                                            >But one thing is sure.

                                            >Tonight, you will sleep very well.