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>Can’t explain what happened to you in that locker room and locker room shower.

>You never had a chance to hear about just how evil the world can get in life yet.

>All you knew was school, friends and watching cartoons and playing video games.

>A funny feeling happened out of nowhere.

>As unexpected as getting rained on inside your bedroom.

>Good thing no one was around when it happened; they wouldn’t even believe you if you were stupid enough to proudly tell anyone.

>Your embarrassment was unseen as far as you’re aware.

>As your breathing quickened, your skin felt hotter inside of your clothes.

>Like being inside of the locker room was urgently pressuring you to strip.

>Which was the next thing you were going to do anyway.

>But this sudden pressure made you hesitant, self-conscious as you felt as though something was horribly wrong.

>An undetectable voice told you something horrible was happening to you, likely pure instinct.

>And that you had to prevent it by leaving immediately.

>You stood there shaking, unsure of whether to continue changing into your gym uniform or not.

>The more this unwanted pressure built up, the more you wanted to resist it and leave; something was horribly wrong.

>This is how you mentally went into the dizziness.

>Sitting down helped you feel better for a moment, but the heat under your clothes got worse.

>Tingling tumbled all throughout your slender body that trembled atop the bench.

>You didn’t understand why it felt so deceptively exciting deep underneath the whirlwind of scared confusion.

>What is this unfamiliar funny feeling?

>WHY is this unfamiliar funny feeling?

>The part of you that was about to start stripping has just started peeling the bottom of your shirt up.

>The moment the cool draft in the empty boys locker room met the bare skin of your firm slender midriff was the point of no return.

>No escaping this locker room now that the chill on your exposed skin made a funny tingle penetrate all the way to your heart and back again.

>Goosebumps had spread all over as your nipples suddenly felt tight.

>Your trembling intensified as your misunderstanding of what this overwhelming feeling made you stand up to leave out of fear of whatever was happening to you.

>But standing up only forced you to discover the even more noticeable tightness in the front of your underwear…

 

 

 

>Looking down at yourself told the story of your stiffened nipples poking through your shirt and your confusing sudden erection rapidly forming an increasingly obvious bulge.

>Your fly broke under the pressure and allowed your violently erect cock to slowly but insistently burst its way through the widening opening of its denim prison until it proudly stood all the way up in your body’s first of many sexual victories that impressively tented the front of your whitey tighties.

>A glaring urgency filled you as you realized you couldn’t go back out there like this.

>A thoughtless instinct got you to lift your shirt the rest of the way up and then start letting your loosened pants slip down after you undid the rest of the front.

>It almost felt like someone else was telepathically stripping you with this loss of control.

>The more of your bare skin you exposed, the stronger this feeling became.

>A horrified curiosity crashed through you when your completely erect cock sprung free from the tight rim of your underwear.

>The moment you were trapped in simply escalated on its own now, the situation snowballed into you rushing naked into the shower after succumbing to that wonderful feeling from your hand pressing down on your cock that refused to soften.

>You’d hope that nobody saw the sight of you hopelessly trying to pull your underwear back up only to tent the front with your powerful erection too intensely to keep from having the waistband pulled and stretched forward to easily expose your throbbing, diamond hard shaft to anyone who simply looks down into the forced open gap.

>No hope in fastening your pants over all that action going on that would stick out worse than a sore thumb should you have left the safety of your privacy.

>Trying to force that stubborn flagpole back down with your hands turned into you wrapping your fingers around it and moving your hand in a certain way.

>Thank goodness nobody saw any of this happen, right?

>It feels like someone is forcing your arm on your behalf when the urges become way to strong to resist.

>How long were you going to go without doing this again before giving in anyway?

>A week?

>A month?

>A… year?

>The truth is a giant feral beast that naturally outmatched you in every way in this moment.

>And it could easily be taken advantage of someone who knows exactly what you want; anyone who wants to empty your heavy swinging balls.

>You haven’t lived enough life yet to know better and withhold your impulses effectively on this front.

>Someone could drain your entire life savings with the concoction of chemicals crashing together in your brain without you knowing what to do about it.

>You were a stumbling, mindlessly horny mess leaving behind a trail of your discarded pants, then your discarded shirt, then your discarded underwear on the floor all in a path leading to the showers…

>Your right hand had already BEEN openly cranking away at your erect shaft by the time your left hand reached and turned the nozzle on…

>Pulling your hand away from your stiff cock would be harder than trying to pull a rabid, feral hyena away from its fresh kill it already started munching away at.

>Raw instinct had taken the wheel by this point, and you stood in the comfort of the hot water exploring the wonders of masturbation.

 

 

 

>Your urges were in full control.

>The first time this happened in your life was without any of the girls in your grade around.

>But the inevitable next time?

>Which one would be around?

>Maybe it would be the one you thought of as you finally nudged yourself over the edge of climax and sent your seed down the drain without a trace.

>Dizziness overcame you as you returned to earth and regained your senses to find that you nearly slipped and fell over in the locker room showers.

>You hobbled out of there like an absolute buffoon wondering what the hell happened, barely even able to begin to comprehend the possibilities.

>Whatever scenario that could have been that involved you figuring out what on earth happened in there, this one isn't it.

>You've become so blank-minded that you had to double check to make sure you didn't walk out fo the locker room naked.

>It's best not to leave your mind blank like that, lest someone comes into the picture and fills in that blank space with whatever they please...

~

>The next few days had you coming to several revelations about the girls at school you hadn't noticed as much before, but you've definitely noticed by this point.

>They're a lot... prettier than you thought, and there was something special about jacking off in the same school as them while you were all still attending there together.

>Not even sure why this felt so significant, but you started to feel like you were on a mission to inch closer and closer to making a move on these girls, and being horny like this while in school with them was the perfect way to amp yourself up for such a thing.

>With that, you began to make yourself get used to choking your chicken in the locker room showers more often so long as no one was around to witness your degeneracy.

>And it felt more and more satisfying every time... because the need to do it grew every single time you were anticipating doing it.

>As you stood in the comfort of the hot water stroking yourself, you began fantasizing about the hottest girls in your grade.

>About how you’ve never tried to make a move with any of them even when there was so much treasure to hunt!

>But you just loved to even look at them.

>Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Sunset Shimmer, and Twilight Sparkle~.

>The more the years have gone by, the more you’ve found yourself thinking about more and more of those girls in your grade.

>The Equestria Girls.

>You hear they fight against evil magic by using good magic, but what does that say about whatever spell their very nature has cast upon you?

>It feels like it should be an evil magic with the way it sways you so.

>You’ve known these girls since childhood and grew with them.

>You kinda hated them back then, back when the whole boys vs. girl bullshit was thick in the air and life to you was just a silly fantasy.

 

 

 

>But those years are gone now.

>And it's not just because these girls turned out to have magical powers to defeat evil with on their adventures.

>As they got older around you while the main place you crossed paths was just around school now, you started to notice things change with them.

>Their bodies started to look different, and this made you feel funny.

>The Equestria Girls had won so many battles against foes in the past as they will in the future, but the inevitability of physically maturing and developing sexually attractive features picked them off one by one.

>One by one, the Equestria Girls would begin seeing developments happen with their hips.

>One by one, the Equestria Girls would begin seeing developments happen with their chests.

>Pinkie Pie was the first one you had noticed since she always wanted to talk to you and do things together.

>All those sweets she was eating did catch up to her like Applejack predicted, but in a different way.

>Instead of outpacing Pinkie Pie’s metabolism, it all started teaming up with Pinkie Pie’s metabolism, as said metabolism evolved.

>Her body was also still thickening too, and you could see it from every time she would jump in excitement and unknowingly let her top slightly fly up above her bellybutton and expose how soft her smooth midriff was getting.

>But higher up inside of her shirt, Pinkie Pie’s nipples were starting to softly perk outward until they could be easily seen through all her tops.

>No one really wanted to say anything, but then they just kept going over several months until Pinkie herself started noticing.

>Her shorts, skirts and pants also started feeling tighter around her hips as her curves began filling out.

>Pinkie would soon come to accept that she could feel… things starting to jiggle more than usual… every time she jumped up and down in excitement.

>But she eventually got used to it and didn’t really care, letting her body continue to develop while just having fun.

>Fluttershy on the other hand didn’t want her body to change; the very idea scared her.

>She saw that Pinkie Pie was eating a lot of sweets and desserts and stuff, which contributed to her gaining more bodyfat and thus making her chest and behind fill out.

>So Fluttershy mistakenly assumed eating nothing but healthy food from the food pyramid would keep her body from changing.

>Capitalizing on bread since the pyramid had it at the largest most important section when she saw it.

 

 

 

>Fluttershy drank a lot of milk too since it was the cheapest to buy at the store.

>Not wanting to show that the same changes happening to Pinkie were already happening to her too, Fluttershy began wearing sweaters and baggy pants to hide it all.

>And doubled down on her diet, wondering why it wasn’t working the way she intended every time she changed her clothes or showered.

>Rarity was the next one you noticed, and her approach was quite different in that she was enthusiastic about starting to wear bras and low-cut blouses that showed her bare cleavage as soon as her boobs got big enough to softly push together and draw attention from boys in her grade, which included you.

>Rarity was sure to make the way her neatly fitting clothes suited her widening hips looked attractive too…

>Soon, Applejack began noticing her own body trying to outpace Rarity’s body in the race of their widening hips.

>Her recently developing breasts were responding to all the fresh milk she’d have to drink from her farm as well, quickly catching up to Rarity.

>Fluttershy never wanted them to see how her own soft cones inside her thick sweaters had been growing and growing.

>Having been drinking lots of milk too to go with all those tasty desserts, Pinkie Pie simply learned to live with her developing curves and rapidly blooming assets.

>Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash were fighting against it in opposite ways.

>The former eating lots of whole grain and drinking lots of whole milk while doing minimal physical activity, and the latter knowing more about keeping fit and slender while focusing on fruits, vegetables, meats, and running everywhere she went.

>Turned out that Rainbow Dash was competing in a different contest than Rarity and Applejack were.

>Rarity wanted to be bustier and curvier than Applejack to be the more attractive one, while Applejack wanted to be bustier and curvier than Rarity solely in response to that just to brag towards the other girl’s ego.

>Rainbow Dash bragged about not getting as curvy and busty as them and boasted her superior mile times while Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle took their growth spurts in stride the mature way.

>Sunset and Twilight would give a look to Rainbow Dash while Fluttershy quietly kept to herself, hoping the sweatpants she just bought would hide her already wide fertile hips and her sweater wouldn’t show too much of the growing swell of her rapidly developing tits.

~

>You remember being lab partners with Twilight.

>As she was doing her course work, your eyes had been drawn to her body as she was focusing on getting the highest grade she could.

>As smart as Twilight was, she still didn’t notice you eyeing that soft swell from her tits pushing through her shirt.

>Eating some junk food while sitting around reading books helped Twilight start to develop a nice soft round butt too.

>Her soft thighs got noticeably thicker as her increasing height made her usual skirts not cover as much.

 

 

 

>>42944209

>The plump shape of Twilight’s booty couldn’t be disguised by her skirts anymore.

>And when she crouched down in pants or shorts, you’d be able to see the deep bright pink of her brand new panties she had just started wearing.

>You had seen enough to know that there was no way the back of Twilight’s panties could fully cover those plump cheeks of her soft round nerd butt…

>Her boobs even went up a cup size since the last time you two were lab partners.

>You had a great time enjoying Twilight's presence, eyeing her up and down while making the most of this opportunity to be in close proximity with one of the Equestria Girls that you might not get again.

>Over the next several days... you failed to realize that Principal Celestia had taken notice to how you've been behaving around the girls at school.

>Letting your gaze wander, hanging around them as much as you could without a reason for it, as well as possibly doing dirty things in he locker room showers that surely she didn't know about.

>Your horniness problem is really just your own personal secret as far as you're concerned.

>There's no indication that the school's principal knows about it at all, let alone has anything to do with it.

>But it soon becomes an issue that you're not doing as much of your part of the work as you were supposed to, and this really irritated Twilight.

>She didn't exactly want to carry your weight for you while you "acted weird" around her.

>This is how Principal Celestia eventually got word of your behavior in the first place, through this incident that your biology teacher eventually voiced his opinion on to her.

>And that's the best guess you can make, but you don't dwell on it for long, as you're more concerned about spending more study time with Twilight Sparkle who wants you to make up for the work you didn't do yet.

>And she wants to help you get there...

>When you two were eventually studying alone together after you had to commit to finally doing more of the work for once, you starting feeling tight in the front of your underwear.

>It was because every time she leaned forward to jot something down, you could see all the way into Twilight’s top, past her dark pink bra that was slightly falling forward, at her soft nearly-bare breast inside, her pointy nipple pressing up against the off-white padded underside of her bra cup enough to still be mostly “covered” save for a sliver of her slightly darker areola~.

>It was clear that Twilight wasn’t used to her body being like this, and didn’t know what was showing every time.

>It was like she had to either fight or get used to her own body’s development, in her ascended midnight sparkle form but surrounded and outnumbered by all the changes her female form was going through.

 

 

 

>>42943253

>And no amount of magical attacks she dished out could counter all of these physical changes happening to her body.

>And she fought until the very end of her former form, nature forcing her body to blossom with unavoidable development of womanly features.

>You imagined midnight sparkle fighting in increasingly close quarters with her own activated hormones getting to her body, making her taller and curvier while forcing her chest and rear to blossom more and strain her midnight sparkle outfit until it was too small to cover her cleavage or thighs…

>Those same hormones closing in on midnight sparkle and making her hips widen which in turn further filled out her soft round booty, taking away from her agility when blocking her body’s changes and allow for the hormonal success upon her physically maturing body to accelerate.

>All of this would take away from any attempt by Midnight to even intimidate the inevitable changes happening to her.

>Midnight Sparkle’s boobies would jiggle every time she moved, the tightened skirt of her outfit would hike further and further up her soft smooth thighs until anyone looking could confirm that her deep bright pink panties indeed couldn’t fully cover those juicy cheeks of Midnight Sparkle’s plump round booty~.

>Midnight Sparkle’s sexy rapidly developing curves would twist and squirm while the armies of her own activated hormones closed in completely and grabbed her arms and legs…

>Her wings held back until they became the final things to develop fully, then be allowed to help her fly away with her new soft and curvy body proudly voluptuous and high up in the air for all to see, finally an attractive young woman straight out the cocoon.

>This was the point during which you truly didn’t know what to do next; your brain had shut down and you couldn’t focus.

>You hadn’t been able to do anything about your erection and the thoughts+view that provoked it right there in front of Twilight Sparkle with her big brother right there in the other room.

>But now? In this shower?

>Nothing can stop you from fantasizing about this girl in the same grade as you while you finish down the drain.

>Not a trace is left.

 

 

 

>>42952652

>It’s almost as though you were released back into the wild after your mystery stints in the shower.

>Cast into the world with no idea what to do with yourself.

>Having no idea what you’ve just been unleashed as.

>At least at first, but it soon began to grow evident what was going on the longer you were trying to go about your school days.

>Sitting in class with the Equestria Girls was more of a daunting task than coursework.

>Forget whatever else it was you had to figure out for your grades not to slip.

>You need to figure yourself out.

>Unlike the situation with Twilight, you and Rainbow Dash make equally lazy lab partners who won’t follow through on the work.

>She looks just as bored and unenthusiastic as you are when the packets are plopped onto your desks.

>Rolling her eyes that soon gaze out the window and the clock with the mechanical pencil twirling between her fingers.

>She just wants it to at least be gym class again where something fun happens.

>As for your own eyes, you’ve taken interest in RD’s clothes.

>The way the hug her fit body’s form gets your gaze coming back for seconds and thirds.

>The crease through her shirt reveals that RD wears a sports bra, unlike the other bras on the girls that allow you to see the soft swell of the breasts gently fill those bra cups cradling that bare smooth flesh when they lean forward in lowcut neckline tops that let you see inside.

>RD likes to compress her boobs for mobility, which also helps with her trying to hide their presence.

>The fact that there’s still a noticeable swell of her soft bust starting to push through tells you all about where that battle is headed.

>You couldn’t help but notice the front of your underwear getting tighter when watching RD stare out the window in clueless distraction.

>Her slow bored raspy sighs sound like sex moans to your ears.

>Imagine her letting out those breathy moans onto your face in bed with you.

>You imagine her in the same situation as Twilight was when you were ogling her during your study session.

>Her surrounded by her activated hormones, except she managed to fight her way away the first time, using her ability to run so fast to her advantage and create lots of distance.

>Burning lots of bodyfat and staying slim and streamlined despite her body now being open to gathering anything it can into just the right places.

>She managed to outrun her hormones in the beginning, but she can’t outrun herself forever.

>Rainbow Dash was the last of her friends to survive the bodily changes, keeping them at bay just a little longer.

>Any reason to put a “but” or “however” right after that strikes worry into Rainbow Dash’s heart.

>She doesn’t want lose her awesome body to sexy womanly features.

>But as she grew taller, she’s already to old to keep her own bone structure from widening her hips.

 

 

>>42933794

>Those widening hips help RD's toned butt fill out more with a remaining natural bit of softness refusing to leave any time she exercises.

>You leer at her during class, watching her unintentionally let the hem of her clingy t-shirt drag up the smooth expanse of her toned midriff when she stretches.

>Her arms reached up far enough to display that smooth bare skin, right up to her bellybutton.

>The groan RD lets out didn’t help your erection subside, and your own hormones flare up from what should have been nothing at all.

>But you’re a feral beast in the wild after what happened in that shower.

>The swell from RD’s breasts is accented by the arching of the girl’s spine.

>Those hormones eventually caught up and closed in around her when she was sleeping one night.

>Rainbow Dash tried to jolt up and dart away, but it was already too late.

>Her already eating a healthy balanced diet was enough for her body to retain everything it needed to grow those womanly features faster than her attempts to stifle it we’re hoping to have any affect at all.

>Her widening hips had helped fill out her booty even more too.

>It’s like different parts of her body were getting tricked into trying to outdo other parts of her body that had already started increasing physical maturity.

>And it became a silent self-fulfilling exchange between hormones that made RD’s soft developing breasts defy the intended constraints of her sports bra and force their shape and swell to push through more every week or two.

>You shuddered with lust at the thought of this as your classmate still failed to notice where your gaze was wandering.

>You’ve laid your eyes upon how RD is losing badly against her most recent growth spurt she tried to stop.

>She couldn’t outrun her own nature.

>Now her bellybutton is fully out in the open while she stretches further, and you’re envisioning her groaning and sighing as sexual panting.

>You just don’t know what to do with yourself anymore.

>Getting so uncontrollably horny around these girls in your own grade.

>Not even seeing anything else about them other than their physically maturing bodies.

>Words cannot describe how lucky you were that the teacher let you escape with a hall pass without realizing the extent of the tent in the front of your pants.

>That thing wasn’t going away on its own.

>After you left the classroom a second time now with your books in your hands and with everyone else, RD unknowingly becomes an example of how pheromones from someone she sat near for too long can become contagious.

>The more mature someone is, the more contagious the pheromone.

 

 

 

>What even a fraction of these pheromones and the physical maturity they affect can do together is probably scary.

>5 out of the 7 Equestria Girls aren’t usually elated to go to gym class, it’s often just Rainbow and Pinkie, but the lookout for them doesn’t have to last the entire day.

>The gym isn’t used by the students until 6th and 7th period on this day of the week, due to scheduling reasons.

>After ditching her previous class around 7 minutes early, RD finally darts through the hallways towards gym glass, using her powers to makes it there just 3 seconds shy of 10 seconds flat.

>She’s usually the first girl in the girl’s locker room, but Sunset Shimmer happened to be let out of her previous class around 30 minutes early to schedule a future talk with her guidance counselor before they went home for the weekend.

>The very second Rainbow Dash enters the locker room, Sunset Shimmer is stripping out of her top.

>The hem already pulled up past Sunset Shimmer’s bare bellybutton while RD’s footsteps echo through the winding hallway entrance.

>Had Sunset Shimmer’s soft growing tits not recently begun to develop past her current bra size, the friction from her top being dragged all the way up would’ve taken her lacy black bra cups right with it to over her face.

>Sunset had just been listening to a song in those headphones of hers and lazily figured that they’d come off with her shirt instead.

>But darn those spikes for getting caught in the rumpling and folding fabric…

>The sight RD is met with when she stops in her tracks makes her question what she’s been thinking as of recent.

>Sunset Shimmer just might be unintentionally surging past Rarity and Applejack in that race of physically maturing.

>Sunset’s bra alone is enough to push her soft growing tits together to form juicy cleavage between those black lace bra cups that makes RD’s mouth water for Sunset Shimmer’s newly ripe boobies more than she’ll dare to admit.

>Sunset’s hips have decided to lean in fully to her body’s quickly developing hourglass figure, enough to make RD herself envy that physical development even in her state of having tried and failed to prevent her own.

>Maybe there really is something to seeing who’s competing sunrise is closest to reaching that finish line of around early afternoon where Principal Celestia is.

>And outside of probably definitely Fluttershy hiding away in her like fifty sweatshirts that prevent wars of a thousand ships led by massive expensive wooden stallions, and maybe Pinkie Pie with all her banquets and desserts going straight to her pies, cake and thighs with accompanying glasses of milk, is Sunset’s sunrise in the lead?

>Now imagine if Sunset heard Rainbow say so many lewd things about her exposed body out loud; those headphones weren’t turned off yet…

 

 

 

>Sunset’s blush is almost bright enough to shine through the shirt covering her face, hearing what Rainbow Dash was thinking accompanied by mystery pheromones that got amplified by her mind reading powers.

>”Holy fuck that’s sexy…” RD mouths silently as her blood runs hot, dripping out her nose for Sunset’s centerfold body.

>”Rainbow? Can you help me? My shirt’s caught…” Sunset instinctively asks her friend for help before her mind could stop her.

>Unable to see, she panics and fumbles harder with her shirt, inadvertently making her bra-clad breasts shake around for RD approaching her.

>And then as if right on cue, the pressure from Sunset’s supple protruding breasts jiggling in those black lace bra cups forces the latch between them to fail and send those bra cups flying wide open~.

>The sight of Sunset Shimmer’s bare nipples topping her swaying naked breasts is enough to make RD’s own nipples pucker into stiff points against the inside of her own sports bra…

>”O-oh… uh…” Sunset’s blush HAS to be glowing through her shirt tangled over her face by now…

>RD didn’t wait for Sunset to ask again for a hand before giving the other girl two of which.

>As RD laughs nervously, her short-circuiting brain grasping at the straw of this being just another one of her epic pranks, both of her hands grope Sunset Shimmer’s bare soft breasts.

>Only going back in to grope those kneadable naked mounds of flesh more assertively the instant she tries to pull her devious hands away.

>Sunset’s own mind scrambles upon the feeling of RD’s hands gently squeezing the softness her naked breasts…

>Sunset’s own most recent growth spurt that had resulted in this newest development of her breasts had also spurred up her charged hormones that clash with the contagious pheromones that won’t be wearing off until hours from now.

>”R…Rainbow…” Sunset begins as her bare tummy rising and falling faster says everything about her breathing getting quicker when RD’s thumbs very “prankfully” trail in circles on her bare areolae and gently flick those sexy exposed nipples into increasing stiffness…

>RD’s shuddering rivals that of Sunset, who now lets her arms calmly fall to the side before RD helps free her reddened face from that tangled top.

>”I… I’m just jealous… that’s all…” RD’s blush now matches Sunset’s.

>But her own fiercely erect nipples visibly poking through both her shirt and sports bra betray her words and silently tell the actual truth while RD continues playing with Sunset Shimmer’s soft naked tits~.

>Right before a mindless and hesitant liplock with her friend, Sunset Shimmer dives her hands up the front of Rainbow Dash’s shirt without thinking any longer in this moment, gliding her palms and fingers up RD’s toned abs before digging their way underneath that sports bra and “pranking” her friend back…

 

 

 

>RD watched Pinkie Pie skip after her after being the first to run 10 laps around the gym during P.E.

>Even that relatively modest gym uniform didn’t look so modest on Pinkie’s lusciously developing assets and curves…

>Pinkie Pie’s big soft tits that recently needed yet another new bra size would have bounced around like this while she runs regardless of what bra she put on today.

>Those busty supple mounds would be pushing an obvious swell through that plain T-shirt to matter what, and RD having lacked a proper climax before someone else entered the locker room 20 minutes ago has her noticing girls just the same as all the boys in her grade are.

>Unwillingly horny for the other Equestria Girls, RD wishes she stuck around longer in the locker room for the first time just to watch them change again.

>But she did her warm-up exercise more intensely than ever out of the resulting new excitement for girls she discovered.

>Those tight little gym shorts hug Pinkie Pie’s round wide hips like a telephone pole during a tsunami.

>And the wideness of those fertile feminine hips did wonders for allowing the round cushiony flesh of Pinkie Pie’s booty to develop…

>The jiggle of Pinkie’s round jello-like buttcheeks imprisoned by those clingy shirt shorts the fabric of which creases slightly between the undersides of them makes RD want to run behind this girl on purpose.

>RD has to stand in place crossing her arms instead, to hide the visible bumps from her erect nipples getting hard enough to poke through the padding of her sports bra~.

>Sunset meanwhile awkwardly jogs casually alongside Twilight, not wanting to address what happened earlier with her and Rainbow Dash.

>She could never break Twilight’s heart like that.

>RD is meanwhile fixing to get a better look at Pinkie after class while she’s changing clothes again.

>And being perfectly allowed to change in the girls’ locker room alongside all the other girls, Rainbow Dash absolutely can and will… a luxury she honestly pities you for not having.

>With that, you yourself have no idea what happened right before gym class between Sunset Shimmer and Rainbow Dash that involved so much physical contact that Sunset had to explain what the odd behavior you’ve been giving her she’s been wondering about was.

>And that Sunset and Rainbow secretly decided to buddy up for safety should you ask one of them to the Winter Formal, settling on just having you take them together at once to bring a preemptive close to any debate about it once and for all, fuck the rules.

>You also have no knowledge of that fateful after school session where Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash were roughhousing in the gym like they usually would during P.E.

>Except the vibes were a little different this time…

>The hetero-platonic element was… less present.

 

 

 

>It took a little longer than the encounter with Sunset for the contagious pheromones to set in, but the Trojan Horse of “accidental” groping being a part of this “fun game” was the first domino.

>Giving a nice surveying examination of Pinkie’s Pies in the front and cakes in the back through that barely modest gym uniform had RD’s stiff nipples visibly poking through even more intensely than last time…

>RD didn’t bother hiding her obvious little nipple bumps from Pinkie this time; she could see Pinkie’s gaze curiously drifting down at them again and again anyway…

>As the two continued energetically playing, it wasn’t long before RD noticed two stiff bumps poking through the layers of that shirt and bra cups over Pinkie Pie’s squeezable jiggling boobies she had developed early, imprisoned underneath… a testament to the increasing hardness of Pinkie Pie’s own comparably larger nipples~.

>The mutual “pranking” didn’t take long to begin.

>Took even less time to be taken into the dim yet slightly tinted light of the girls’ locker room where Twilight Sparkle happened to be showering after a long jog on the treadmill in the workout room across the hall.

>Pheromones were thick in the air as Twilight’s sleek developing curves glistened in the hot running water… fully naked and dripping with a soaked shine that glowed as bright as the dimmed overhead lights.

>Twilight’s bare, tender perky tits weren’t as filled out as Pinkie Pie’s yet, but they still wobbled slightly as Twilight scrubbed and lathered her dripping naked body~.

>There we’re no barriers between her shower nozzle and the nozzle Pinkie and Rainbow were sharing.

>A few pheromone transfers later and all three girls were sharing one shower nozzle like there was a water shortage.

>If only you knew what had happened on that fateful afternoon in full detail…

>But you still get to study with Rainbow Dash and this time not be the only one to get a failing grade at the end.

>Now understanding where your gaze has been going, Rainbow Dash fights back her own empathy for how you feel the eventual next time she’s studying with you.

>She may not have an older brother in the other room for you to worry about like Twilight does, but her own tomboyishness fills the role of that herself for as long as she’s not compromised by her own urges.

>Speaking of which, you’ve already fallen victim to this barely a few minutes into your study session.

>Every single one of RD’s bored raspy groans once again turns into a sexual sigh from a timeline only happening in your head where those panting sighs are brushing past your lips while you and this athletic girl “work out” in bed together.

>Aside the firmness and definition of her muscles you’ve noticed, RD’s form has noticeably been budding more of those soft feminine features since the last time you neglected to make progress on this work packet.

 

 

 

>You’re not aware of the additional affect that Sunset’s, Twilight’s, and Pinkie’s lingering scent on Rainbow Dash is having on you, but you’re more than aware of how much Rainbow’s developing tits have begun to make up for the year or two she’s been running from her growth spurts.

>Now Rainbow Dash is experiencing her increasingly curvaceous body being ambushed by her powerful brand new growth spurt.

>The growing reality that boys are becoming sexually interested in her has had her getting nervous.

>Her encounters with and excitement for other girls has gotten Rainbow Dash feeling like she’s too exposed even when fully clothed.

>Because her body has begun to physically mature too much to simply hide the presence of underneath her clothes… Rainbow Dash’s recently developing curves and assets are getting noticed by boys all over school.

>Growth spurt after growth spurt proved to outpace her attempts to outrun her own body’s natural development.

>Reducing her to…

>There’s a whole scene that this feels like from specifically RD’s perspective.

>Now it feels like she’s in the casting couch room full of strangers eyeing her up and down while anticipating how much Rainbow Dash is willing to take off for them…

>The truth she couldn’t outrun is showing through her clothes; Rainbow Dash’s budding feminine features and figure are the subject of interest.

>The male strangers check her body out as she obeys the request to stand up and slowly turn around for their leering eyes, praying they won’t ask her to do more than this.

>The days of boys being intimidated and impressed by her athletic form and ability are long gone; boys are interested in something else now, and RD can’t stop her body from developing more of what they want.

>The final form of this realization only hit RD after it was too late and she’s trapped behind a locked door.

>Sensing the obvious sexual atmosphere in the private room, Rainbow Dash nervously pokes her index fingers together while desperately trying to conjure up a way to stall the inevitable.

>Because that worked so well last time…

>She meekly asks what her next task is, hoping it’s something sports related instead.

>They tell Rainbow Dash to undress…

>RD’s heart races as she begins feeling dizzy with anxiety with the video camera recording her.

>Ready to record her private nudity~.

>Not even yet considering it’s also going to record her naked sexual acts~.

>RD asks how much they want her to undress and her heart skips a beat at the response:

>”Strip all the way naked.”

>This is a leap that RD has never taken, and her nervousness fuels the fire of endless hesitation in her.

>It’s clearly not for medical reasons, or anything else other than sexual reasons.

>About 30 seconds of footage go by before RD slips her jacket down her shoulders…

>That alone was enough to get the surrounding men hard in their pants for her.

 

 

 

>Goes to show how much her womanly figure has been developing against her will.

>RD almost slips her jacket back up onto her shoulders, but she can’t undo what the male attention saw.

>Her nervous trembling hands grab the bottom of her shirt after letting the jacket plop onto the floor below.

>This is different than any other context: it’s all sexual.

>And yet, it feels oddly more right than anything else despite feeling so wrong.

>The original, naturally intended purpose…

>RD won’t admit this to herself.

>But lifts her top up her smooth toned midriff above her bellybutton to expose her bare tummy… but has to go further.

>Take her shirt all the way off in front of these surrounding men for sexual reasons.

>The back of her top slinks up enough to reveal the bright pink back of RD’s girly bra that’s still clasped for now.

>The sports bra from before was only for athletic reasons.

>The top lands next to the jacket on the floor; Rainbow Dash’s deep pink lace bra cups present her soft boobies by lewdly cradling them together.

>Just enough to form cleavage with her arms pushing those soft developing tits against one another…

>Rainbow Dash’s recent growth spurts had victoriously ambushed her young limber body that stumbles around; it’s proven in the way her newly formed boobs are now finally big enough to visibly jiggle in those bra cups that just can’t cover her like a shirt does…

>Now the embodiment of the inevitability of RD’s body’s changes surround her while all watching the slight little motions of her tits emphasize how much this girl has been growing…

>Motivated by this sight, strong male hands close in from all directions and help the top of RD’s leggings down next…

>That tough demeanor RD usually boasted gets swiftly drowned out by her feminine form and how she decorated it silently sings a lewdly different tune…

>Rainbow Dash’s secret that her panties really do match her bra could only be protected for a few more seconds as the previous ambush of her growth spurts upon her physically maturing body is now followed up by an ambush of male hands attracted by the changes RD’s growth spurt ambush left behind…

>There was nowhere to quickly squirm to as the waistline was grabbed with fingers hooking around and tugging the stretchy material outward and down from the bright waistband of those panties now recorded on camera…

>Rainbow Dash defiantly swung and twisted her newly widening panty-clad curvy hips enough to slightly jiggle those creamy swells of her soft developing boobies cradled in that deep pink bra~.

>Rainbow Dash’s supple booty jiggled just as much the more those dark leggings were scrunched down away from those curvy hips, with nowhere near enough deep pink fabric to fully cover those soft buttcheeks that continue jiggling as the leggings are dragged down the smooth expanse of RD’s bare thighs…

 

 

 

>RD’s shoes were an obstacle but they soon also land removed onto the floor with Rainbow Dash’s discarded leggings draping atop them.

>Rainbow Dash stands in nothing but her bra and panties while hands glide all over her smooth bare skin.

>Her changes were always equally inevitable, both her body developing and this fateful moment’s assisted undressing…

>Forced to exhibit the success of her recent growth spurts for horny men putting their hands all over her and rediscovering how they’ll think of her from here on out.

>The result of her growth spurts are soon laid bare as big strong hands squeeze her booty before caressing up the slender curves of her smooth midriff then giving her soft tits an unapologetic grope through her bra.

>RD had already been afraid to go further than stripping down to her sexy underwear, so other hands started tugging and pulling at Rainbow Dash’s bra with fingers working at the clasp, another finger tugging the front of Rainbow Dash’s panties forward to allow a view inside.

>That sinister little video camera already picked up early glimpses of what Rainbow Dash’s perky nipples and luscious pussy look like as the shield of her bra and panties are pulled outward and out of place by hands outnumbering her~.

>Rainbow Dash’s flailing attempts to hold onto her undies and keep her body’s entire truth from complete nude exposure are already pointless against the inevitable.

>The back clasp of RD’s pink bra finally gives in and unlatches, leaving RD’s arms to futilely try to keep her bra in place from below her sleek armpits while RD’s soft upper thighs can only clamp onto the middle of her pink panties for so long with the sides getting pulled down so far~.

>A few panicked squirms and protests out of RD later, and her bra and panties join the other clothing on the floor.

>Being fully naked with these hands exploring her is the ultimate humbling of RD’s ego.

>She can never deny the blossoming of her own body again with her beautiful nudity so on display and physically claimed and explored.

>Touching turns into wrestling, wrestling turns into restraining…

>RD is soon moaning at the camera on the casting couch, held down and felt up with her legs spread.

>The inevitability of human sexuality is a chorus of everyone’s breaths getting more intense as you are now the guy on top thrusting in and out of Rainbow Dash.

>The two of you must have been picturing this same fantasy, you know it.

>It’s not like either of you were thinking about the work packet you’ve been assigned as classmates.

>RD obviously hears your breathing getting more intense, the fantasy’s soundtrack leaking into reality as you fail to hide your feral perversion around her.

>And part of RD has to stifle the other part that feels a shameful excitement when hearing your breaths~.

 

 

 

>---

>She'll just work on it later.

>Principal Celestia takes a look at her own hands after she finishes again to the video she took.

>The horror of being so fucked up swirls around in her mind like a witch's brew.

>She used to spend so much time in this office being a figure of proper authority and guidance to her students.

>But as of recent, her days in this office have turned into letting the sun rise and fall around her being a degenerate in this chair.

>A mere parody of what she is supposed to be doing, the role she was supposed to be fulfilling before her urges boiled over into whatever this turned out to be.

>And it's a mere parody at best, being an absolute insult and disgrace at worst.

>And it's all because of... him.

>That one student whom Principal Celestia just couldn't look away from during school assemblies as soon as he started attending here.

>His cute face, his perfect hair, the way his clothes were dressed over his body... it simply awakened something in Principal Celestia that wasn't supposed to be there in the first place.

>He took her seasons and threw them out of alignment, hindering her ability to function in her position as principal like a sprained ankle before a basketball game.

>It wasn't her fault that nature just happens to be the way it is for some people.

>Even though society itself will absolutely tell Celestia that it is in fact her own fault that she couldn't contain her twisted urges.

>Any notion of how an ideal society should be would be torn to pieces as soon as the two hour mark is hit in the tiny room with interrogation officers.

>The very thought of this terrifies Celestia, having a couple of cops tell her that her libido in this world cannot be accepted while she's in this powerful position as principal of a high school.

>He's not even aware of how serious this has become... this boy.

>How could he do this to her?

>Principal Celestia was just trying to do her job, and then he just HAD to enter the picture.

>Existing.

>The woman could keep herself balanced for a couple of years, thinking he was just really cute and charismatic.

>She could tell he was starting to notice the other girls in his grade, swearing that those girls were the luckiest in the world to have such a cute boy begin to have crushes on them.

>Then the months and months continued.

>He never even had to go to her office for any reason; goddess, it was so hard to get ahold of him.

>Principal Celestia would soon be praying for him to get himself into trouble somehow, or for him to need to fill out a form that happened to be delivered to the school in the middle of a school day, or anything that could serve as an excuse to get him into her office.

>So she could just be in his presence and admire how cute he is.

>Principal Celestia's self-restraint had a time limit and she knew it.

>What Principal Celestia didn't know was the fact that her self-restrain't time limit was also shrinking as the pressure built up.

 

 

 

>It wasn't long before she saw him finish earlier than the other students in his mile times, a testament to his slender virile body's stamina.

>Why did he have to just... tip her over like this?

>Over the edge of needing release, unable to recapture her balance she once had.

>Every season Principal Celestia went through felt like it didn't belong now, mismatched, shifted and out of order while she tried to reason with herself that everything was going to go back to normal and this boy wouldn't sway her so.

>She remembers back when she was his age, and she and boys at school were starting to exchange grins.

>Except nothing ever came of it, because she didn't feel for them what she now feels for this boy who's her student and not her classmate.

>What a cruel turn of events to learn that she can't have him, to have to accept that the Equestria Girls are the ones lucky enough to open their lockers a couple rows down from his every morning.

>What makes it even more cruel is that... Principal Celestia knows that she can't do what she has to do here.

>She can't just ignore this boy.

>Like an emotionally "corrupted" goddess setting her gaze upon a mortal man, she feels her own power put pressure onto her actions.

>All the ways she could have this boy she wants all to herself.

>Principal Celestia stretches and twists in her office chair, wanting him.

>Needing him.

>Needing him to need her.

>Needing him to knead her.

>Her face glows bright red as the fantasies proudly march through her mind.

>A parade that rains on her common sense as small puffy clouds dance in the otherwise clear blue sky above.

>The outlook for Principal Celestia's judgement staying intact doesn't look so good.

>It feels like there are dark clouds looming above /because/ there aren't; how is anything going to rain on this forbidden parade?!

>A slight tremble shows in Principal Celestia's posture as she realizes all control is inevitably going to slip away from her and there's nothing she can do to suppress this side of herself.

>And with that, her power and authority were just begging to be abused like the autonomy of a forest full of gold mines and other resources.

>Principal Celestia cannot go on like this.

>Her waning restraint simply cannot sustain itself without assistance.

>Her cup will runneth over should she not drain some of these urges for this boy out of her heart.

>It is never revealed how she manages to do so, but she got him on camera in the boys' locker room spilling seed onto the shower floor.

>The vivid sight of everything opened up endless doors for Principal Celestia that couldn't be closed, and her urges were sent into overdrive for the moment she first laid eyes on what she always fantasized about.

>One thing led to another and now she depends on this degeneracy she has released within herself.

>What about putting a stop to this behavior once and for all?

>She'll just work on it later.

>---

 

 

 

>Just as Principal Celestia must replenish her urges with sedation, she must replenish her favorite young male student's water bottle with a special aphrodisiac.

>Using her privileges in unknown ways to get into the privacy of where his possessions are without him knowing.

>The initial video she took becomes a constant ritual for her to watch and gratify herself to.

>Always making sure the door is locked before getting started.

>Principal Celestia's heart fluttered at the way he peeled his clothes off for the camera she had set up.

>Her body jolted around in the seat of her office chair while more of his slender body lost its fabric cover and her eyes met his bare skin in the dingy locker room lighting the hidden camera picked up.

>He was already poking out from under the front of his underwear by the time he slipped his pants down, tenting that fabric more than Principal Celestia's heart felt like it was cartoonishly pushing her chest outward to every frantic heartbeat.

>A quiet little grunt escaped Principal Celestia's throat while she watched his urgently erect cock spring free from that waistband that couldn't stay at his hips.

>It even looks like he was already starting to leak a little bit of precum, and he hadn't even started stroking himself yet...

>Why did he do this to her?

>---

>It's unclear whether getting him into this office would be helpful or hurtful for Principal Celestia's urges.

>On one hand, she's more in his direct presence.

>On the other hand... she's more in his direct presence~.

>Can't even tell which is the pro and which is the con.

>Just thinking about him get Principal Celestia moist, and it's only fair that the same must be done to him every time he thinks about the female features in his school; namely Principal Celestia.

>All of this gradually yet inevitably falls together into the next step of Principal Celestia's plan.

>This next phase being to get you into enough trouble to get you into her office.

>The intention grows more and more unhinged and out of control by the hour as Principal Celestia's motivation is almost solely that inappropriate video of you she took.

>Inappropriate being a word that puts it lightly.

>Despite whatever may be right or wrong, all she knows is that somewhere within the realm of possibility, you are herded into her office to deliver to her the satisfaction she won't admit she's reaching for.

>She's too immersed into both the character of a proper principal she's playing and the excitement form her motives to truly reflect on what she's doing and planning to do.

>All Principal Celestia is truly focused on is getting you more and more... into the girls in your grade.

>Making you more likely to act out whether you try to control yourself or not.

>Spread her horny nature into your mind like an invisible, intangible plague that'll force you to deserve punishment for making her feel this way.

 

 

 

>---

>It was no surprise that you had ended up making your behavior around the girls at school more obvious.

>How on earth were you supposed to contain yourself with all those fantasies going on in your head?

>It's not like it's your... own responsibility to manage that or anything...

>Surely it's everyone else's fault.

>These girls in your grade love being hot, you can see it in the way they look at eachother.

>Maybe they'd appreciate a bit of an advance from your end of things; you're sure RD did the other day when you were studying with her.

>You didn't know what to expect when Principal Celestia called you to her office.

>The assumption was that it had to do with school work, or the fact that your grades are slipping.

>The bustle of the hallway outside is muffled when you close the door behind you, trapping yourself in the silence of Principal Celestia's office.

>"We need to talk." Principal Celestia watches you sit down. "I've gotten word that you might have been... treating some of your classmates not so nicely."

"Not so nicely how?" You suddenly feel heavy in the seat as your knee-jerk answer spills out automatically.

>"Here at Canterlot High School, we want our students to treat one another with respect." Celestia begins. "Part of which is acknowledging boundaries and not doing anything that makes someone else uncomfortable."

>If only you knew the hypocrisy that was deceptively hiding behind those words.

>"I'm sure you must have some idea of what I'm getting at here, yes?"

"I'm not sure what I did wrong..."

>Principal Celestia leans forward onto her desk, calm and composed with a lidded expression of sober control in her eyes. "Alright, listen. I understand that boys your age start to have certain... urges. And I do understand that."

"...Yeah?"

>"The problem is, when you're noticing girls for the first time, it's hard to consider how they feel about you sort of... eyeing them up and down during class."

>You gulp as quietly as you can.

>"Look, I'm not saying any of this is your fault. But I feel that it's important to let you know that, yes, a few of your classmates are really starting to... develop in their bodies. And yes, they may be sometimes dressing in ways that might seem very appealing to you. And as long as it doesn't violate the school's dress code, it's entirely in their right to do that."

>Her expression almost looks like it hurts her to say this to you, like this is going to upset you or something.

>"But all I'm saying is that I do understand that beginning to really... like that isn't exactly something that you can control. But a lot of the girls you look at probably don't like being looked at like that. And just because they didn't say anything doesn't mean that they're okay with it. Chances are, they're not comfortable expressing how it makes them feel because they don't exactly have control over what's happening with their bodies either."

 

 

 

>As Principal Celestia continues on, you truly begin to understand that she doesn't believe that you've been ogling the girls in your grade on purpose, at least not entirely on purpose.

>She makes it clear that boys your age have certain tendencies that you have to learn to manage on your own.

>And that it would be unfair to assume that you're making the girls uncomfortable on purpose like you're trying to drive them away deliberately, which would be incredibly counter-intuitive for any guy who wants a girlfriend.

>"I know that's not the kind of guy you're shaping up to be, that'd be evil." Assures Principal Celestia. "But that doesn't mean you can't make mistakes when interacting with the girls in your grade. It's still clear that not all of them are going to be comfortable with that, so it's only fair that I have a talk with you about this."

>You'd have felt a lot more persecuted if Principal Celestia was misunderstanding your intentions by saying this, but she's pretty on-the-nose here.

>"I'm really sorry I had to, you know... put you in the spotlight like that but... I've been getting complaints. Won't say from who, but I've been told that some of the girls aren't very comfortable with that, to the point where it's starting to become a problem, and they'd really like you to stop."

>Now it's starting to seem like you don't feel as persecuted as you should, because you're surprisingly not-remorseful about this news.

>There's something exciting about feeling good about this in a way you feel is dangerous for your judgement.

>But the normal part of you that cares about that is asleep right now for some reason.

>Either asleep or simply blocked from voicing its opinion like you forgot the little angel in your room today with the devil dangling from your shoulder as you hopped onto the school bus.

>Can't imagine a guy who would intentionally leave the angel at home...

>As you make it clear to Principal Celestia that you understand the gravity of the situation, she lets you leave and go back to class wishing you could just choose not to go to school anymore.

>After you leave, Principal Celestia sits at her desk, straightening her blazer as she instantly misses your direct presence already.

>Wondering why she feels suddenly so moist a certain somewhere as she start planning how to get another aphrodisiac into your water bottle and make you deserve a more severe punishment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

>Nature and biology can get weirdly aggressive and insistent.

>None of this was Fluttershy’s fault, but the swirling maelstrom of confusion over the years kept her in the dark.

>She didn’t know what she was encouraging her rapidly developing body to do.

>Maybe it was fated to be this way ever since she grew taller than her friends before any of them had hit puberty.

>Fluttershy wishes she could have just stayed slender like she was in that moment in time.

>And for a little while, that wish was granted.

>Maybe the cost of that wish being granted was accelerated and supercharged development of her body soon after.

>Both Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie had been the first to witness their own nipples softly perk outward whether from healthy milk and bread or from desserts with milk.

>Pinkie Pie didn’t try to hide the inevitable transformation of her soft mounds growing larger and larger over a short time, but Fluttershy didn’t want anyone to know hers had also already graduated from strawberry size to plum size to peach size.

>If Rainbow Dash arrived late to early morning, then Fluttershy arrived early to late morning.

>Fluttershy’s suns rose like they were on the Verona horizon on the summer solstice.

>Her flora quickly bloomed, her very landscape lacking her usual hesitancy to become fertile and bountiful.

>Fertile in Fluttershy’s round widening hips and Bountiful in Fluttershy’s soft protruding breasts…

>Nature had kindly blessed Fluttershy, even if she was too nervous to show it yet.

>Fluttershy frequently had to buy new bras over a particular year and a half or so of her soft chest’s advancing development of those healthy big natural tits~.

>Fluttershy’s widening hips affected the way she walked too, making her have to try not to swing those hips that also encouraged her soft butt to fill out into large round cheeks that jiggled to her every step almost as much as her big soft boobs bounced around inside her thick sweaters as she made her way through the halls.

>Fluttershy felt trapped, having no control over what was happening to her body as the inevitable changes intensified.

>She felt like crying on some days, not knowing who to turn to after finally learning way too late that all that milk and bread was doing the opposite of what she wanted.

>She felt backstabbed by her own understanding of diets and swindled by her body that was now developing at an accelerating rate.

>And just like the same pair of breasts inside her sweater that outgrew so many bras already, Fluttershy hid it all the best she could.

>Always being nice to everyone but seldom interacting with anyone.

>On a fateful late spring day, Fluttershy decided enough was enough and mustered the courage to wear an outfit Rarity had recommended, regardless of the consequences that would ensue.

 

 

>All those past growth spurts now work together in the present in making Fluttershy’s huge bountiful natural tits bounce to every step with no sweater in the way anymore.

>Fluttershy’s deep ample cleavage between her soft jiggling breasts presented in her low cut top could probably turn more heads in these halls than gunshots.

>Every bounce of Fluttershy’s buttcheeks through the back of her skirt shows through the fabric, validating any paranoid reason for her to look over her shoulder while her soft smooth thighs rub together from each wide-hip-swinging step she takes.

>Even her soft pink hair bouncing and gracefully flowing behind her is like a decorative accessory to her unintentional display of sexual feminine beauty that bends the school’s dress code.

>She meekly meanders through the halls over to each of her next classes, feeling how much her naturally busty rack starts bouncing as soon as she starts walking too fast…

>Sitting in class with a view down her own low neckline top that makes her blush with how much cleavage she realizes she’s been showing.

>This top was certainly already showing a lot already, but the way Fluttershy’s bountiful pillows jiggled while she walked to class must have gradually made the revealing front shift even further down than the naïve teenage girl realized.

>Fluttershy ended up showing off way more of her ripe sexy cleavage than she meant to.

>She can tug the lowcut neckline back up now, but it’ll slip back down on its own as soon as she begins walking through the school hallways again.

>She didn’t mean to have to take on this challenge so early in life, but her rapidly developing body had other plans…

>At least she has the privacy of the girls’ locker room to change her clothes in.

>A sight every straight boy in school would’ve loved to see unfolds after Fluttershy set down her bookbag onto the bench.

>The top of Fluttershy’s outfit loosens as she unzips the back, allowing her large supple breasts a little further down until the turquoise bra Fluttershy chose to wear today as their sole support.

>The dress’s straps slip off of those smooth shoulders and down those slender arms to expose Fluttershy’s voluptuous early-blooming chest dressed in nothing but her thoroughly filled-up bra that cradle her luscious swaying breasts, with the room’s chilly air causing visible bumps from Fluttershy’s sexy large nipples getting hard underneath the material~.

>Fluttershy’s big soft jiggling hooters deliciously fill her turquoise bra cups… her pale creamy skin complimenting that color she chose to wear today as the equally turquoise dress falls further down with the straps catching on her wrists…

>Fluttershy’s bare cute soft tummy now gently breathes in and out up against the cool air of the girls’ locker room…

>The back had briefly caught on the swell of Fluttershy’s panty-clad booty before delicately slipping further.

 

 

 

>Fluttershy’s soft creamy thighs and butt jiggle too to every slight step, a sight reminiscent of RD’s fantasy from earlier the said athletic girl staring from across the aisle can’t decide if she feels more jealousy for or arousal for after her change of heart.

>Fluttershy’s matching panties hug her wide already breedable hips with that stretchy turquoise fabric getting tested by Fluttershy’s round soft wobbling buttcheeks while the front creases into a cameltoe between Fluttershy’s juicy pussy lips just underneath it~.

>The soft and curvaceous girl then steps out of the dress after she let go of the straps and it fell the rest of the way down her smooth legs…

>RD trembled as her own fit body clad in spandex and sports bra seemed to move on its own towards Fluttershy standing there with her bra clinging to her boobies and her panties clinging to her booty…

>Pinkie Pie appears out of seemingly nowhere, entering RD’s very distracted peripheral vision.

>Pinkie’s own big soft boobies and booty deliciously bounce as she hops over to the other girls in nothing but her blue bra and panties.

>”Undies hug~!” Sings Pinkie while she puts one arm around Fluttershy and another around Rainbow.

>All three girls are blushing from either hesitant nervousness, aroused excitement, or both as RD watches and feels Pinkie Pie’s and Fluttershy’s big soft chests erotically mash both together and against her own smaller chest, Pinkie Pie’s exposed cleavage and Fluttershy’s exposed cleavage each greatly outmatching what’s going on inside the sports bra of the third girl in the group hug…

>…RD has to be sent home due to an uncontrollable nosebleed…

>---

>Days later, a feral beast following Fluttershy stalks from the shadows.

>A feral beast Fluttershy will not be able to reason with; one of her own species.

>Feeling lighter than air as your shoes tap on the marble floors, you mindlessly pursue Fluttershy with bad ideas swarming like locusts through your head.

>A curse cast upon you by your own nature as it spirals out of control.

>You are SURE that Fluttershy has the biggest tits in the school.

>Recognizing your behavior, the counterpoint to that follows you closely behind just out of sight.

>Fluttershy's soft busty chest bounces in the top of her shirt while she hears footsteps of someone behind her she was too afraid to look over her shoulder and identify.

>You wish you could see this sight from the front, because you know what it'd entail knowing this girl's... properties.

>With a slight misstep, Fluttershy suddenly stumbles and nearly falls.

>You catch up after rounding a corner just in time to catch her before she hits the ground, the story of the class you were rushing to already forming itself in your head like a stormy mass of rushing winds.

>"O-oh!" Fluttershy gasps as the soft massive mounds of her well-blossomed breasts overwhelm of your hands.

 

 

>The first breasts you've touched in your life like this and they're just simply divine.

>She definitely felt the little squeeze your so-called accidental hands did, but it's hard to say if Principal Celestia saw it by the time Fluttershy's panicking darting eyes saw her appear around the corner after you.

>---

>Principal Celestia's grip clung to your wrist.

>Your mind clung to the deflections and excuses in your mind.

>Her grip releases you as you fall back into the chair.

>You prepare to release your explanations and denials into the room.

>Fluttershy hadn't said anything, even after Principal Celestia asked her if she felt comfortable.

>"I'm just going to ask you a couple of questions, okay?" Begins Celestia. "Shouldn't be more than about 15 minutes."

"Wh-why do I feel like I should ask for a lawyer?" You peer up at the overhead lamp slightly swinging over the desk.

>"This isn't the time to joke around, the questions are serious."

>Her gaze analyzes yours.

>"Why were you following Fluttershy around like that?"

"I was late to class." You fire your pre-prepared answer right back at her.

>"Is that why you were looking directly at Fluttershy and nowhere else when you were rushing through that empty hallway only she was in?"

"Well, both her and the clock. I was trying to get around her and looking at the clock because I was late."

>"You were looking at the clock?"

"Yeah, didn't you see me? I chose that hallway because the clock was there so I could see how much time I had." You remember seeing the clock on the wall out of the corner of your eye while Fluttershy's body was front and center. "You can go back and check, the clock is there. It's not my fault Fluttershy was also in that hallway, it's why I wanted to get around her. The other hallway was too crowded anyway."

>You're confident that without Fluttershy's word on the matter, Principal Celestia has nothing.

>And nothing is the amount of word that came out of Fluttershy's mouth.

>"Why didn't you let her know you were behind her?" Asks Principal Celestia.

"I didn't want to scare her; it's Fluttershy."

>"Okay. Did you and Fluttershy have the same class to go to?"

"No, but she was going in the same direction I was supposed to go."

>You know Principal Celestia can just pull up your schedule and figure out that you and Fluttershy indeed did not have the same class to go to, but the hallways she was going down was in fact on the way over to where you needed to go.

>The look in her eyes already let you know that she's going to barrage you with questions until you crack; give you a hard time on purpose.

>"Can you tell me what the class is? Refresh my memory."

>You clear your throat.

"History."

>"Starting at what time?"

"12:30. You know... like all the other 7th period classes?" You sass at her.

>Principal Celestia takes a look at her watch. "That would be... in about 3 minutes."

 

 

 

"Yeah so, thanks for making me late." You put her into the spotlight, hoping to rush her with a valid excuse. "You said this should be 15 minutes, so..."

>"Don't worry, I'll let your teacher know everything." Celestia leans back, basking in her power. "Judging by your grades, you don't pay much attention during class, don't you?"

"I mean.. no? Yeah, I kind of tune out." You feel a weak shock of surprise that she already saw what you grades look like.

>"So you won't be missing much."

>That spotlight has been shut off.

>Now you're starting to wonder what else she knows.

>The weed of apprehension starts to creep its way into you.

>The weed of exhilaration meanwhile creeps its way into Principal Celestia.

>All the power in the room always returns to its rightful place; Principal Celestia loves everything she can do to you.

>"How long do you think it took to get to my office from where we were in the hall?" She suddenly asks in a calm but domineering tone.

>You try to think it over in your head.

>"Approximately how many minutes?"

"Two... maybe three minutes?"

>"About two, any maybe less. It was 12:25 on my watch when I approached you in the hallway. And it's tuned to the hallway clocks down to the very second or two." She says to you in a tone that tries its hardest not to raise itself. "So you'd agree that's two minutes, yes?"

"Yeah, so?"

>"It wouldn't take you five minutes to get across even the entire school. It's not THAT big of a building." Principal Celestia closes her attack in around you before you could have possibly realized when it's too late. "You'd have been at least two whole minutes early to a class you aren't even enthusiastic about if you simply walked... and you ran?"

"Well... I thought I was gonna be late." You blubber out without thinking about it first.

>"I thought you looked at the clock." Reminds Principal Celestia through soft lips that have to put effort into not curving into a smile. "I'm pretty sure you'd check the time if you were worried enough to run."

>A blanket of dread drapes itself over you the moment you realize that trying to paint this picture of your innocence only painted you into a corner.

>A silent "fuck" catches itself in your throat in the form of a nervous lump that feels like the size of a quarter pounder burger.

>The way Principal Celestia cornered you was smoother than James Bond; is her sister this cunning too? Jeez.

>"You want to tell me more about what you think of Fluttershy?" Principal Celestia puts the boiling water you found yourself in on the back burner and shifts the focus solely to the busty girl you were chasing.

"I... don't have much of an opinion of her." You had to pause to make sure you didn't stutter.

>"I think you do." Insists Celestia. "Let's not pretend she hasn't been... filling out in the chest recently. I've been there too." Her eyes focus on your face with the sharpness of lasers. "I recognize the look in your eyes you had."

 

 

 

>A new rush of excitement mingles its way through Principal Celestia's body as she both reminisces about back when she was blossoming and developing and the mental image she KNOWS she just planted into your imagination.

>As you fell victim to Principal Celestia’s harsh and intensive questioning, your survival instinct gave way to a side of you that felt all too comfortable with the punishment that will surely come should your misstep be found out.

>It’s like your fate is sealed, and all you can do is accept it with a shameful yet complacent smile on your face.

>No more regard for defending yourself, that part had ended.

>The stern and dominant woman has seized complete and total control, leaving you feeling trapped and helpless as you struggle to even come up with the weakest of excuses.

>Principal Celestia is no different from a tigress playing with her freshly caught prey.

>You can almost sense a hint of satisfaction in her voice… pleasure even.

>And there’s a shameful hint of satisfaction from feeling how cooked your goose must be by now.

>All other semblance of language and conversation falls away along with the final remnants of your defenses that Principal Celestia tears down.

>All you can think about is the way Principal Celestia described to her troubled male student an account of her phase of going through puberty long ago.

>How her own pair of breasts slowly began to form until she needed bigger and bigger bras as her physically maturing body’s delicious development accelerated.

>How she outpaced her own female classmates and soon garnered so much initially unwanted male attention.

>Little does anyone (including you) know that she wasn’t like other girls, and today isn’t like other women…

>When her young supple tits and ass really began filling out and catching the ogling eyes of countless boys in her grade, the possibility of them ganging up on her and raping her filled her with not just fear, but a hidden drop of… aroused excitement~.

>She secretly felt turned on when they got hard in their pants while sitting in class near her.

>Knowing they were leering her and sexually fantasizing about her.

>Knowing how much stronger than her even one of them was, let alone a bunch of them teaming up together to easily overpower her.

>There could’ve been nothing she would be able to do as they worked together wrestling her to a bed and started forcing her out of her clothes against her will until their groping hands mauled her soft naked tits and ass while the leader pulled his erect cock out he’d been dying to use inside her…

>Principal Celestia doesn’t tell any of that part of her sick twisted rape fantasies to you, but your mind she conditioned silently does it for her.

>Except her apparent pleasure in cornering you until you silently nod when she asks if you really were lusting after Fluttershy gets to your center.

>You feel… excited…

 

 

 

>Charging through your veins, you blood runs hotter while your heart beats faster.

>Talking about the fact that yes you love Fluttershy’s big soft tits with your admittedly even bustier female principal adds a horny extension to your comfort zone.

>All reservations and respect that barred you from assaulting any of the girls in your grade thus far are eroded by Principal Celestia forcing you to confess.

>It’s therapeutic to you in the sickest way.

>Even as you are finally allowed to return to class, slightly hunched over to mask the stubborn erection growing in your underwear, your fear gradually drains out of you as it feels like you’re stepping into a whole ‘nother world.

>A world where you can act upon any urge you want after Celestia cracked your shell open and spilled you out into the pan where the heat from the display of the female form all around you at school forces your hormones and libido to their limit, making them bubble with intense need you cannot manage on your own.

>Wandering through the school hallways in this state could never have been good for you.

>Feeling like you’re light as a feather wandering past the rows of lockers with a deep dissatisfaction rooted into your very soul.

>Something is incomplete, and you could be carried away by a light breeze, it seems like.

>Something is missing, needs to be amended, making you quake in your shoes while you do your best to get through the rest of the school day.

>Fluttershy is understandably not very interested in roaming through the hallways now due to the unwanted attention she would receive.

>But another girl who, on the other hand, seeks attention is proudly strutting through the hallways thinking about how great and powerful she is.

>The end of the school day couldn’t have come fast enough.

>Now she can strut around the empty hallways too like she runs the place.

>At the cost of everyone’s attention now being scattered around town, Trixie Lulamoon rehearses her grand entrance into the hallways she wants to surprise everyone with soon.

>She’s not even planning to do anything outside of her usual behavior during any school day: Trixie is simply planning how to stick the landing of a grand entrance into the school every day out of raw unfiltered narcissism.

>She doesn’t even have any idea how badly her grades are failing, and she does not care.

>She knows she can win back the admiration of the classmates she annoyed by showing off her newly physically maturing body.

>The past saw Trixie chasing away boys on the playground trying to show them magic tricks.

 

 

 

>But those days are long over, she will have boys chasing her now as she effortlessly evades them and keeps them following for more of her coveted presence.

>Ever since she first noticed her own nipples softly begin to perk outward, she knew she would have the boys at school drooling over her in no time.

>She would be able to control them and get them to do her bidding for her.

>They would kneel and submit to the great and powerful Trixie.

>They would be no match for her prowess; Trixie could take on all-comers.

>Her desire to compete with the other girls in school for male attention to their breast size grew more emboldened as her tender buds sprouted into soft mounds that got bigger every week at times when her growth spurts advanced into full swing…

>It hadn’t been long before Trixie was finally getting the male attention she craved so desperately.

>She would wear low cut tops that boasted her cleavage and walk around to make those soft boobies bounce as much as she could as time and hormones made them get bigger and bigger.

>Trixie’s self-servingly proud confidence grew alongside her supple chest’s development as she advanced to a new cup size, noticing that she didn’t have to try as hard to make her soft tits jiggle when walking around.

>She could make her widening hips swing more tantalizingly too, flaunting to the boys a maturing womanly figure they want to get a piece of but can never have.

>Now, Trixie wants to make sure her grand entrance catches everyone off guard every single day, endlessly reintroducing her presence to everyone until they’re finally freed by summer vacation.

>Which is a long way away; good news for Trixie Lulamoon, bad news for her classmates who had dragged themselves out of bed way too early in the morning 45 minutes prior just to stand in the cold, ride a seatbelt-less school bus, then prepare the sit through lectures about shit they couldn’t care less about just to stand outside of homeroom putting up with Trixie.

>As Trixie rounds a corner into a hallway even further than the nearest after-school dweller, she hears someone quickly round the same corner after her.

>The mistake behind wanting all the male attention she did is about to catch up to Trixie Lulamoon.

>Something in her head told her ahead of time that this was an attacker, but it didn’t matter anyway.

>Trixie thought she could fight you off, overestimating her abilities.

>Meanwhile, you didn’t really even need to fight at all.

>The first swing Trixie takes is a miss after she registers the nonconsensual grope on her soft rear through her skirt.

 

 

 

>That was a sneak attack, the next surely won’t be as suc-

>Trixie gets backed up against the wall she now tries to push herself away from as two hands make their way under her arms from behind and give her breasts an alarming grope through her clothes.

>Trixie yelps as her flesh gets squeezed and felt up without her permission.

>Your mind is spinning with uncontrollable lust as Trixie’s mind is spinning with horrified shock.

>Trixie fruitlessly tries to squirm out of your vice-tight grip as every second your strong hands knead her breasts is a shameful second too long.

>A squeal escapes Trixie’s throat as she angrily thrashes around against you, having expected to break free from this assault by now.

>Grabbing your wrists did nothing; you’re too strong for her, to Trixie’s surprise as she comes down from the high of her delusions of grandeur.

>Every drop of Trixie’s energy is poured in a panic into trying to shove you away and wring your hands away from her breasts.

>Trixie silences any scream that might drown out the sound of her heart pounding in her ears as she feels the groping become more emboldened.

>She quickly wakes up to the cruel reality that she cannot handle this herself, and that she’s not powerful in this situation at all.

>Trixie loses more control the more energy she expends that she can’t get back.

>Her jerking around becomes weaker, and the grabbing and squeezing of her supple chest begins to seep into her ego.

>Trixie struggles against the suffering she does not want, feeling your erection making itself known through the layers of clothes to her as you grind your crotch against her newly plump buttcheeks under that purple skirt…

>This fills Trixie with dread that only fuels her impatience for struggling free of your physical advances.

>That moment can’t come soon enough, but it doesn’t.

>Trixie’s breaths deepen as her desperation mounts in response to noticing your hands pulling the zipper of her blue jacket down…

>”No!” Trixie blurts out as her cleavage is soon exposed against her will this time…

>Meanwhile, Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna are gazing out the window after a long day of running the school.

>Celestia just told Luna about what happened in her office and the two begin to worry if they missed their chance to truly discover the excitement of intimacy.

>Staring out the window at the students having fun in the snow, neither woman notices the pheromones that have become a presence around Celestia.

>They don’t really say anything, as this moment of what hopefully isn’t clarity has become a frequent occurrence lately.

 

 

 

>So they just communicate in understanding glances now as everything’s already been said, with Luna having been caught playing solitaire and other games —on her work computer during the hours she’s supposed to be working— being the only thing getting a slight mention at this point.

>Celestia dares not introduce her younger sister to her own much more… serious skeletons.

>But the skeleton itself decides to introduce itself anyway, in the form of distant cries of distress in the hallway.

>The two immediately respond, darting out the door and down the hall.

>Like damn, it feels like you hadn’t even traveled that far since hours ago before sexually attacking Trixie Lulamoon.

>The loose sides of Trixie’s unzipped jacket dangle loose as the top of her purple dress has already been bunched down below her bellybutton.

>Trixie’s tummy rapidly breathes in and out in horrified panic under your hands gliding across her smooth bare skin before those hands move back up to continue forcing their way under her bra cups…

>Tears of mortified frustration well up in Trixie’s eyes as she lacks any stamina left to stop your unwelcome fingertips from finding her reactively stiffening nipples and giving Trixie’s slightly coarse areolae a couple of circular rubs that flick around the hardening peak of each nipple~.

>Both you and Trixie can clearly sense her nipples getting erect in reaction to the assault that has evolved into full-on molestation.

>Trixie’s absolute lack of power in this situation spells out the devastation of her once proud and tall ego that has been reduced to rubble…

>The character she had become is no more, and she contorts her face with tears of anguish in her eyes while your hands rip her bra all the way apart and leave her fully topless in the school hallways.

>Trixie won't get in trouble for breaking the school dress code this time when Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna see her, she was undressed by force and is showing her bare breasts against her will.

>"Hey!" A loud voice from behind startles you before you're ripped away from your prey.

>The timid and bountiful Trixie crosses her arms over her chest with her bra dangling off of one hand's grasp, with her jacket at her elbows and her dress scrunched down into skirt.

>She runs off while Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna haul you away in the opposite direction.

>Celestia's face shows a lot more subtle excitement than Luna's face does.

>The door SLAMS behind you.

 

 

 

>---

>You plop your rear down onto the chair with Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna facing you.

>Accompanied by the three of you breathing heavily, the shuffling of clothes and paper is the soundtrack to the predicament you've found yourself in right now.

>"Didn't we talk about this before?" Principal Celestia forms a peak with her fingers in front of her nose, this time oozing with tension.

>You want to shrink into your seat, but keep yourself perched up in your spine with your head high.

>There's no telling what kind of trouble you've gotten into this time, but it's about to be told to you anyway.

>"I'm sorry but this has become too much of a problem to take lightly anymore." Continues Celestia, already expecting her sister to interject.

>"What do you have to say for yourself?!" Luna's eyes slightly widen as her energy rises above that of her older sister.

>You take a deep breath, with something much more embarrassing than blood on your hands.

>It's the metaphorical dirt from the nature of your most recent actions.

>"Your behavior could put the entire school's reputation in jeopardy." Resumes Celestia with a chill in her stare. "And none of the other boys here seem to have this problem. But that's not even the worst of it."

"Look, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." You begin your defense.

>"This can't continue. You've left us with no other choice."

"I swear I have no idea what happened. I'm not usually like this."

>Vice Principal Luna rolls her eyes at you.

>"I'm not buying that it's anything like that." Continues Principal Celestia. "Whatever the problem is that you need to have sorted out, it's something you need to look inward to address."

"I... don't know what else to say." Your voice moseys out your throat in non-argumentative defeat. "I know I'm not usually like this, but I can't prove it."

>"That's not going to convince us." Vice Principal Luna shoots down what she thought was there. "This isn't a movie. You just sexually assaulted one of your classmates. Nothing will change the fact that that's what you did just now."

>"I can't believe we have to have this talk again..." Principal Celestia rubs her temples with her fingertips, squinting at the desk below. "Okay, look. I believe you are in fact a good student, but you SURE haven't been showing it."

"I know! I'm sorry, but I swear I lost control of myself."

>A raised eyebrow questions your assertion.

"I did! here's no other way I can say it. I think I really do have a problem. If you want to suspend me, then just do it."

>"I guess that's a fine start." Vice Principal Luna reaches for the necessary paperwork before Principal Celestia's hand grabs her wrist.

>"We can't just be so fast to bury this under the rug and hope it goes away with time." Principal Celestia can't help but want to prolong this, internally not wanting to go several days without you here. "You need far more than simply time away, you need guidance."

 

 

>"That's outside of our authority, sister." Vice Principal Luna remains adherent to protocol. "If he is to go through counseling to prevent that kind of behavior, he'd need us to sign him up for something outside of this school's system."

>"We have something like that for here."

>"It won't work with him if it truly is something he himself said he can't control." Luna then grabs the paper out of the filing cabinet she was fishing around for. "And the first step of this level of punishment is a VERY necessary suspension from school. Possibly expulsion."

>You feel the room slightly begin to spin.

>"I'm sorry, but we can't have you around the other students at this school and, as you yourself proclaimed, unable to control whether it happens again. This is out of our hands now, you can't keep being around the other students if this can't stop immediately. We don't have any other choice."

>A flicker of worry briefly shows itself in Celestia's expression the moment she realizes that Luna solving the problem the way it's supposed to be solved ruins the rush she's been chasing in all this.

>"Those programs aren't what he needs." She talks to her sister as though you're not in the room for a temporary moment. "The root of this has to be something only addressed in here with us. I don't think he is going to listen otherwise."

>"Why do you figure that?" Asks Luna.

>"If he's already so calm about getting sent to a program during suspension, that means he knows it's nothing to him." Celestia makes up the best point she can muster. "I mean look at him."

>You try to sit in your seat looking as innocent as you can while Principal Celestia gestures over towards you with her hand.

>"I think he's afraid to sit here and talk about his personal problems with us."

>"Uh... yeah. That's what a counselor is for." Refutes Luna, who's rally just wondering why she hasn't considered calling the cops until this very second. "/Our/ job is to run the school. Not to explore the psyche of one of the students who can't control his actions when his hormones get the best of him."

>The mental image Principal Celestia got form that plants a hint of happiness inside her heart, and she resumes her point for the more cruel approach in punishing you.

>"We can't change him until he's gotten through to mentally. The counselors don't have hat in their job description at all."

>"What, you mean like... broken down mentally?" Luna is sure to say this part quieter despite the fact that you can obviously hear anyway.

>Vice Principal Luna is clearly not enthusiastic about having this conversation, let alone have it in front of you.

>"I've tried to get through to him before, he's not the type to respond positively to criticism or need for closure. He needs to open up about who he really is until we can change it."

>Luna takes another look at you with a quiet huff. "That... doesn't make any sense. We're not even allowed to do that."

 

 

>"We're not? Where is it written that we're not?" Celestia gives you a look that was probably meant to intimidate you.

>"Probably in our literal job descriptions somewhere..." Vice Principal Luna crosses her arms. "Or something in the terms and conditions of our job, somewhere."

>The way her crossed arms push onto her big soft chest catches your attention.

>And now is the point in time where Principal Celestia follows your gaze and realizes that the pheromones are thick in the air inside this room.

>And that's not something she can afford to let Vice Principal Luna know.

>"Did you... actually read it?" Inquires Principal Celestia with a raised eyebrow of her own now.

>"I read enough to know it's probably in there somewhere." Responds Vice Principal Luna.

>"So you don't know for sure, then."

>"Neither do you! And we don't have time to give a student that kind of guidance anyway! Especially when we could get in serious trouble if we actually aren't allowed to keep the situation in our own hands."

>Principal Celestia silently glares into Vice Principal Luna's eyes, with the memory of her catching her younger sister playing video games on her work computer hanging thick in the air between them.

>Luna feels like there's been tape placed over her mouth with how she can't respond to that despite having a point.

>"I've read it all and know there's nothing in there about that." Celestia piles the lie on top of that tape with another layer.

>"And... where is the time for this?"

>"Allow me to begin with now." Celestia turns her attention towards you. "I know you didn't mean to let this happen to your brain, but where it goes from now depends how you handle it."

>You stare at her in amazement at how she regained control she seemingly didn't deserve over this situation.

>"You have to confess who you really are, because you've reached the age where who you really are starts to shine through your thoughts, that's why you aren't so sure of it yet. You aren't used to it, but this is part of what happens when new urges introduce themselves to you. You have to let them in or else they'll keep knocking."

>Luna tilts her head in exasperation and gives her older sister a look of almost distraught confusion. "You... what?"

>"I assure you that I absolutely can be serious." Celestia predicts what Luna was going to say next. "His libido is growing from deep within his mind, we can't just tell him to get better then throw him at a counselor he's never met. He needs to hear from those who can punish him in the future."

"Look, I know my apology wasn't enough but it's gotta count for something."

>"It counts as the first step towards facing who you really are." Principal Celestia begins to steer you towards accepting the mindset that she had deliberately planted into your psyche.

>The very idea of gaslighting you into thinking it's natural to be like this has Principal Celestia trying her darnedest not to squirm around in excitement in her chair.

>The room begins to feel a little smaller with these two feeling like they’re surrounding you on either side.

>If you stood up to run, getting past the chair you stood up from and to the door behind yourself would take more time than you’d have before these two women caught up to you and…

>And~

>…You have to just sit here and accept their decision.

>Principal Celestia opens up with the questioning at first with Vice Principal Luna following up.

>The things they say to you go in one ear and out the other.

>And your responses to them eventually begin to show this.

>They make it no secret.

>Quizzing you on if you’ve been paying attention.

>You fail it with flying colors.

>This office talk has turned into the beginning of an impromptu detention without a paper slip to make it official.

>What’s brewing better not have any evidence of paper drawing future attention to it.

>Principal Celestia feels this way about it more than you realize.

>Luna’s frustration with your inability to listen properly begins to show as well, and it sways her closer and closer to her sister’s side enough to soon spark full agreement between them to move this to a small classroom somewhere else.

>To make absolutely sure no one interrupts the now apparently necessary path to a breakthrough you so desperately need.

>You weren’t paying enough attention to follow their reasoning for moving you over to this new place, let alone their authority to.

>But them standing up and ordering you to stand as well so you can all leave the office together doesn’t take long to sow doubt into you about whether or not this is actually okay.

>That doubt grows when they leave you with no choice, and you’re soon guided out the room and through the hallways.

>Celestia leads in front while Luna trails behind you.

>Like you’re a prisoner being transported with the two guards towering over you.

>While they walk, the two women can noticeably sense their soft full chests bouncing a tiny bit inside of their layers of clothing~.

>A usual attribute to their anatomy reacting to movement like it always does suddenly feeling more… necessary than usual.

>More useful in ways they can’t mentally identify yet.

>The draft against your skin feeling slightly cooler now indicates that it must have been warmer in the principal’s office than you realized.

>When the three of you finally enter the secluded classroom with the door locked behind you, you sense something off about all this.

>This feeling only gets worse as you’re sat down in one of the desks.

>You timidly glance up at their judging expressions as each woman towers over you.

>Listening to the quiet but ominous noise of the air vent right above the only exit behind them: the locked door.

>The desk you’re sitting at feels like both an obstacle and a shield.

>An obstacle for your potential escape and a shield from anything Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna might do to you, from the abdomen down, at least.

>Whatever made you think about it that way does not bode well for whatever else may happen.

>This classroom is initially chilly, but a sinking feeling that this will change worries you.

>Nevertheless, these two picked a perfect spot with a comfort-zone-eroding atmosphere in which to “reach a breakthrough”.

>Whatever the hell that even means.

>You slowly figure that it doesn’t truly mean anything at all as the two of them begin talking to you.

>”Let’s get to the point. You have to face the fact that you would have raped Trixie if we didn’t stop you.” Principal Celestia glares down at you after making sure there’s no way anyone can even see into this classroom.

>She lets the statement marinate in the silent chilly air between you.

>Luna’s glare rivals the ferocity of Celestia’s.

>They both silently glare down at a would-be rapist sitting in one of their classroom’s desks.

>Hoping the shame pierces its fangs into your bone marrow.

>It’s no longer about making you admit to what you’ve done, this is about making you feel as horrible as possible about what you yourself acknowledged that you did.

>Not just what you’ve already done that they directly witnessed, but what you were clearly about to do that they prevented.

>”Respond.” Vice Principal Luna’s cold voice breaks the silence. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I…” You lose any semblance of complacency for this moment. “I can’t think of anything to say.”

>”Because rape is a crime that’s hard to talk about, isn’t it?” Luna leans in. “THAT is what you were about to do to Trixie.”

>”I know you’re imagining it right now.” Celestia squints at you. “What you were about to do to her. It wasn’t going to stop with just your hands on her like that, was it?”

“I swear, I don’t know what came over me.” You immediately defend yourself. “I wasn’t thinking of doing that next.”

>”Well, we’ll teach you what came over you.” Principal Celestia promises in a low voice. “Because you didn’t have to be thinking of doing that next; your body was doing the thinking FOR you.” Her voice has to really mask her excitement in those final several words.

>”This is too serious for us to let slide now.” Continues Vice Principal Luna. “Not even after whatever punishment you deserve is over. A punishment cannot erase what you already did. It can only hope to erase what you would’ve done in the future.”

>”Try to imagine how Trixie felt.” Principal Celestia says to you. “How scared and humiliated you assaulting her like that made her feel… the way you violated her bodily autonomy, the way you-”

“I’m sorry!” You cut her off before Luna can. “Please, I swear I know for a fact that I would never want to do that to someone.”

>”And that same guilt would have found you even if you went further and got away with it. Because there a side of you that you know, and there’s a side of you that you don’t know.”

>Vice Principal Luna again tries to interject, but her sister's words she was about to address linger in her mind, making her feel things she was about to question whether they were in Principal Celestia’s mind or not.

>A huff escapes Vice Principal Luna instead, her breath feeling hotter when coming out her lungs than usual.

>”You have to face what you are. Acknowledge that you’re sick in the head and wanted to rape your classmate!”

“I…” You stumble over yourself trying to find the words to respond with.

>”We both saw what you were already doing to Trixie.” Principal Celestia leans in, her presence blocking the overhead fluorescent light and casting a shadow over you. “The way you were touching her… they way she was trying to get away…”

>”S-sister!” Vice Principal Luna jumps in.

>”What's wrong, Luna? Don’t like picturing what we already saw?” Celestia’s tone gets worse at hiding her inner excitement. “Isn’t that the point anyway? Our little pervert here doesn’t want to even picture what he did, let alone own up to it.”

>Implications begin lingering in the atmosphere around the three of you.

>Implications that would taste like pheromones and aphrodisiacs were they to be tangible.

>”It’s… it’s such a rough topic…” Luna half speaks to herself at first. “How is this going to help him?”

>”We’ll figure it out.” Celestia grins wickedly at you. “I think we can both agree that he doesn’t like being put on the spot like this…”

>You sorrowfully peer up at the two of them.

>Luna almost says something else, but something makes her eyelids flutter lower when she returns a glance to you.

>She grunts and slightly shakes her head, stepping to the side for a split second as though someone tapped her on the shoulder but there was no one there.

>Unlike the female students in this school who also possess much of the physical development to be affected by the contagious pheromones your presence emits, Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna are older and mentally mature enough to have their common sense put up a fight before the pheromones start chipping away at it.

>But even Luna is starting to feel funny every time she glances down at you.

>”You don’t like being called out for the monster you’ve been becoming.” Celestia says to you while leaning on the edge of the desk.

>You try to think of a way to respond, but that would require you to process the gravity of what she is saying.

>”I could see it in Trixie’s eyes. She felt hopeless. You intruded your way into her little world and ransacked it.”

>”S-sister…” Luna responds quietly.

>It almost seems like Celestia cannot hear her any longer.

>At least in the way she answers back.

>”We’re not going to let him hide his sick thoughts any longer. All it takes is enough time and he’ll turn those sick thoughts into sick actions upon another one of the girls here!”

“No! That’s not me!” You feel your stomach churn with despair.

>”Then who was that molesting Trixie? If not you, then who?” Celestia’s eyes are wild with something you’re unable to name.

>Luna seems to be trying to say something again, but the confusion inside her mind keeps her unable to pick out what the best words to use are.

>Her knees begin to shake, her eyes examine the expression across your face, seeming satisfied from whatever emotion it is they’re seeing.

>The emotion you’re feeling is fear mixed with guilt.

>And you KNOW Celestia is aware of this.

>”Don’t just sit there, I want to hear you say it!” Continues Celestia.

>You nervously clear your throat while she presses and presses.

>Luna can tell that the dynamic synergy of agreement she and her big sister started out with has been broken.

>Very bad news for how the two present themselves to a student they have to show 100% unity against in this moment.

>”Say it!” Celestia raises her voice at you.

“Say what?” You tremble in the seat.

>”You wanted to rape Trixie! You’re a sick minded rapist who has no respect for a woman’s autonomy or dignity!”

>Your heart has to be bearing faster than hers.

>Celestia internally swears that her heart has to be beating faster than yours.

>You can see how heavily she’s breathing as her eyes bore into yours.

>”Say it!” Celestia snarls with a tiny flick of fire peeking out of her pupils.

>A croak escapes you as you turn your attention to Luna.

>She started breathing faster too.

>”Don’t look at her, look at me!” Celestia suddenly grabs your chin and faces your gaze back into the staring contest with her.

>Her touch is electric, taking you be surprise and even raising Celestia’s own eyebrows when the contact sends a spark through her.

>That spark travels as a lightning bolt through her already flammable excitement that’s been growing out of control like untended weeds in a garden.

>An urgent glare erupts from Celestia’s eyes down at you that reaches your soul.

>Except the result can’t exclude some unintentional excitement on both your part and hers.

>”Say to me what you need to confess.” Repeats Celestia in her harsh tone.

“I…”

>Her very presence itself is closing in on you, and the danger starts to come off as more fun than she meant for it to.

>The flustered way her voice sounds, her awkward posture, the way her hair falls upon her shoulders over her uniform jacket… it’s all too much not to feel a flutter inside for.

>A bit of a stiffness starts up in the front of your underwear for her.

>No easy way of telling if it’s a natural response to stress or a natural response to Principal Celestia’s very… ensemble of traits…

>But a slight erection secretly pries its way into your pants as blood rushes out of your head and down to your crotch.

>She wanted you to say it, so you’ll say it.

“I’m a…” You start.

>Luna can’t decide if she’s ready to hear what she thinks she’s about to hear.

>”Go on. You’ll get in more trouble if you don’t say it then if you do.” Urges Celestia.

“I’m a rapist.” You choke out. “I was gonna rape Trixie. Until you two stopped me.”

>The remorse felt like a physical object caught inside your throat… until it was finally coughed up with your words.

“I’m sorry!” Your voice now opens up as the hardest part of beginning is now in the past. “I have sick thoughts. Please, I’m not normally like that! I need help.”

>Your shaky breaths fill the room after you complete your confession.

>The way Celestia’s tense yet satisfied glare scans you from her heavily blushing face like she’s still dangling by a string only fuels the stiffness in the front of your underwear making your pants tight.

>The affect she’s having on you is palpable and you know you’re displaying that.

>Had it not been for this desk shielding your lower half, your body’s physical reaction would be succeeding in sending these two the wrong message.

>”Ummm… Celestia…” Luna begins to add her own commentary. “How does this help?”

>”Don’t worry, Luna…” Celestia sounds more like she’s taking her little sister on a ride along with you. “It’s all coming together already. He’s not going to harbor this inside him once we’re through draining it out of him…”

>There’s a brief pause that Celestia is careful to keep brief before too many soon-to-be-accurate implications fill in the blanks as they come off the tail end of what she just said.

>”We can’t kill the monster inside of him until it openly steps out in front of both of us without trying to hide at all.” Celestia leans in closer, the heat from her body now up against your personal space. “You’re a rapist, boy. But you won’t leave this room as a rapist.”

>She said that in a way that sounded like she wants to strip that title from you.

>Strip it from you and wear it herself.

 

 

 

 

>Despite not showing this in her outward demeanor, Luna is trying her best to keep her moral compass together.

>Needing a bearing on which direction to navigate through the situation Principal Celestia is creating and steer her back to protocol.

>But the gravitational pull her big sisters words emit cannot be denied.

>The urge to explore this deeper shyly, hesitantly presents it to Luna’s train of thought, trying to nudge it off of the rails.

>The needle on her moral compass can’t find north so easily anymore; the screw holding it in place loosens…

>Luna sees somewhere fun to go that’s far away from the train tracks where her needle is trying to point instead of down the tracks she’s supposed to continue on.

>The more the intense minutes go on, the more subtly impossible it feels for her to hold it together.

>”Describe the severity of what you almost did.” Orders Celestia, needing to take a peek into the fantasy in your head.

>When it becomes clear that these two want you to get candid, you gulp.

>The heat of their presence threatens you.

>There’s a certain energy with them that’s peaking with Celestia right now.

>There’s a certain look in her eyes that tells you she’s being thrashed around between her authority and her excitement grabbing her by the arms and working her like a busty puppet.

>It was only a matter of time before you imagine Principal Celestia’s soft full breasts packed underneath her layers of clothing.

>You know they’re getting gently squished together by her arms as she leans forward and continues to force your guilt to flare up with her words.

>Except her voice is doing nothing but encouraging your stubborn erection to keep coming back every time you started succeeding in making it go away~.

>She sounds like she just KNOWS you’re having terrified yet curious sexual thoughts about her and the affect that’s having on your body is stiffening your boyhood; Principal Celestia just can’t see it happening with the desk in the way protecting you.

>Far above the desk's surface, Celestia’s adult woman body lewdly fills out her clothes with those bountiful assets of hers.

>”I need you to answer me right now…” Her tone drops lower while Luna battles her inner self from not far away, trying to convince herself that’s not a desire to join in she’s feeling deep inside.

>The way she’s trying to force you to talk in this twisted way feels like simultaneously the best and the worst type of retribution for thinking with your dick.

>Celestia’s anxious breathing tells you that she’s struggling to keep it together, ready to snap upon you at any point.

>”What were you going to do to Trixie next?”

“I… would have kept… f-feeling her chest a little longer…” You confess.

>”Her bared breasts?”Asks Celestia.

“Yes.” Your entire body heats up more than ever before in your clothes as an intoxicating dizziness seems to do little to slow the rush of blood to your crotch. “I’d have forced her to the ground and… and…”

>”She would have felt so mortified by that…” Celestia internally imagines herself as a teenager in Trixie’s shoes. “I want to hear you say it directly, you sick boy.”

>Luna’s eyes widen at her sisters behavior.

>She knows she must interject and stop this, but… that would ruin the spectacle so generously laid bare before her…

>Should she speak in a way that would imply things are to be steered back to protocol, it would all be a charade at this point.

>It would have already happened several minutes ago if it were still real.

>”And then what?” Celestia presses on.

>”He’s afraid to say it. He’s too ashamed.” Luna finally joins in.

>”He has to say it, no other choice.”

>A needy whimper slips out of Luna before she could catch it; she prays you didn’t hear that.

“I’d… use my strength to overpower her and…” You continue.

>As the two listen to your following description, the scene you depict is closer to what reality would have been than you realize.

>The longer you’d have been not only in Trixie’s presence but making direct inappropriate contact with her, the stronger the effect of your contagious pheromones would have been.

>Trixie, fueled by her ego, would have fought from underneath your advances, still believing she’d pull through.

>But your continued groping all over her increasingly exposed skin would slowly deep its way into her very person.

>Having so many intimate parts of her body exposed and touched like that would make Trixie feel things she couldn’t have prepared for.

>New sensations that stirred something built into her very nature as you forced her into the position with her clothes pulled open you wanted while your hands played with her naked swaying tits~.

>The horny treatment of her bare soft flesh would war with her desire to stay mortified by this.

>Her own hormones soon unsuccessfully weathering the brunt of what your pheromones are naturally doing to them.

>Trixie would feel hopeless as you forced her skirt up and forced your way between her thighs~.

>But that hopelessness would only feed into her excitement.

>Her intense breathing would become more exhausted and sandwiched between reluctant groans as the feeling of you wedged between her bare thighs would really start getting to her.

>Like weaving between all her socially constructed defenses and switching on a base switch that was built into her that’s supposed to make her feel turned on whether she wants to it not.

>Showing Trixie just how pathetically horny and powerless she really is…

>Trixie would fail to stop you from getting her exposed panties out of the way~…

>By this point, you’d be getting stronger and more determined as rapidly as Trixie is getting weaker and more reluctantly welcoming of this wild shuddering feeling you’re forcing her to feel.

>The benefits and rewards of surrender to nature…

>It wouldn’t be long before your erect cock sieged the forcefully bared entrance to Trixie herself.

>Fear and confusion would fuel Trixie’s reluctant submissiveness, the increasing contagious pheromones making her mind fight itself as her rational thinking gets scrambled by the delicious feeling of your tip pushing its way past her folds.

>The maddening sensation would suck ALL the remaining fight out of Trixie the longer your length penetrated further and further in, taking its toll on the whimpering girl as every jolt of her body encourages her soft swaying chest to give your a lewd spectacle Trixie can no longer tell if she approves of or not~…

>All of the above is said to Principal Celestia in much fewer words, as it is her own imagination with herself in Trixie’s place that fills in the blanks between what she’s forcing you to describe for her…

>There’s just no getting through to him.

>Principal Celestia trembles in mounting frustration as her glare meets yours, trying not to give away a twinge of fleeting vulnerability in her expression.

>It was a mistake for Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna to be the ones to reprimand you for what you’ve done.

>Any reasonable authority would have sent you home ages ago, but Principal Celestia has lost her already slippery grip on reason ages ago before that point.

>The pheromones have been building up in this tiny room for a dangerous amount of time now.

>Bottled up in the cramped space as most as tightly as the bottled up urges in each party in the room that are affected by the increasing temperature only they can feel.

>Breathing becomes audible, and your boldness blossoms out as you have yet to face any tangible consequences, partially desiring them by this point.

>”The nerve of you to talk about your classmates like that right in front of us…” Vice Principal Luna quietly gasps. “Have you no respect for others?”

>The slight rise in her tone doesn’t help in changing the mood you’re in.

>Her voice is a siren’s call to your ears.

>Swaying you in the opposite direction it intended to as you shift around in your seat between them.

>The combined scents of their perfumes only make the rational part of you dizzy and lightheaded.

>Your inner demon is getting sharp as a razor as you begin to really try to antagonize these two now…

“I’m sure they don’t mind. Dressing the way they do.” You smirk.

>”Don’t you even start with that sexist bullshit again.” Growls Luna.

“Oh what’s wro-”

>”ENOUGH!” Luna slams her fists on the desk before you as her eyes look different for a split second, not at all having the back-and-forth you were just trying to steer towards. “We are NOT doing that today!”

“You sure?”

“Sister, don’t let him anger you!” Principal Celestia eases the other flustered woman. “Now’s not the time for that. At all.”

>A wet blanket of worry looms over the confidence that Principal Celestia has been trying to rekindle.

>Vice Principal Luna better not ruin her projection of power and control in this moment.

>This is the worst possible time for her to lose her composure; this is the time to retain it the most.

>Somehow, that expectation makes it so much more difficult, like the fear of everything going wrong at the most inconvenient time intentionally tries to ruin the core of every important moment.

>Sabotaging exclusively all the biggest power moves and leaving everything else be so these sisters feel like that have to continue down this flawed path they’re pacing for themselves.

>”The girls here are your classmates!” Principal Celestia segues back to the central point, her position back into the same side of that building but with her tone a couple floors higher now. “It is a very severe issue if you’re going to treat them like… like… things to be objectified.”

“Well of course I don’t see them as things.” You shrug.

>”You weren’t acting like it when you assaulted Trixie without her consent.”

“Maybe I had a severe and continuous lapse in judgement.”

>”Oh my gosh…” Vice Principal Luna furrows her brow against her palm.

>”You can cut the crap, boy.” Principal Celestia leans in, pouring as much sass into her voice as she can. “It’s cheap.”

“I like that.”

>”We’ll we certainly don’t. It’s not cute when you talk like that.”

“I don’t think you understand me. I like when you call me ‘boy’.” You clarify without considering how it sounds.

>The three of you fall silent, save for the gradually intensifying breathing.

>Over your heads like sweet low-grown fruit, your words hang in the air.

>Just waiting for someone to take a bite.

“And I certainly found it cute.” You add, while your voice box might as well be in your balls at this point.

>”The audacity…” Luna’s eyes widen brighter than the full moon on a clear winter night. “Can you believe this?”

>”I’m not sure what to believe…” Celestia thinks of a way to keep the room around her from feeling like it’s spinning.

>It was her own decision to call her student ‘boy’, which sounds honestly unprofessional in retrospect.

>But the fact that you declared to have liked it… it was a curveball Principal Celestia never would have or could have expected.

>She swallows the delighted whimper before it could make its way halfway up her throat, but her eyes substitute in sending the message it would’ve gotten across.

>Your gaze meets with Celestia’s flustered glare, she can see that she’s responding positively deep inside to your own positive reaction.

>Now you KNOW you got a couple of strings attached to her.

>The quiver in her voice tells you that she is aware that you know this.

>How is Principal Celestia going to keep up this charade when neither her nor her cute aroused student believe it?

“Trixie’s tits felt nice as fuck, by the way.” You suddenly blurt.

>The action you *don’t* do is reach up and cover your mouth immediately after.

>The tension only grows more.

>The two women stare down at you with shaky breaths, red in the face as you become a little too comfortable getting candid with them.

>Celestia reaches over as though she’s about to slap you, but gently rests her hand on your cheek instead.

>Your member has already been reacting to their scrutiny with a budding stiffness, luckily hidden safely by the desk.

>You stare up at Celestia while feeling your erection assert itself up against the front of your underwear inside your pants.

>Her eyes are wildly glaring at you, her heart is racing.

>You can see that a door just opened up in her mind.

>Whatever possibility lies beyond it is anyone’s guess, but it’ll show its face in the coming moments anyway.

>”You're enjoying this, aren’t you?” Pries Luna as her big sister breathes heavily at you. “…AREN'T YOU?”

>Her sudden loud voice reverberates through the room, having needed to trudge past a whole lot of pent up… something…

>But Luna already knows what that something is at this point.

>A slight tremble escapes you before you respond.

“Yes.”

>Neither of them even gasp; they just quietly sigh.

>Your erection grows more powerful in response to Luna’s voice and the way she now wildly glares at you in the same way Celestia does.

>Celestia’s eye twitches as you continue.

“Once I grabbed her, Trixie couldn’t get away. Oh fuck, the way she squirmed trying to escape was kinda hot…”

>Celestia and Luna suddenly have to fight off whatever thoughts you’re putting into their imaginations by continuing to talk the way you do.

>You can see it in their eyes while you continue.

“Obviously I’m stronger than her, so there wasn’t much she could do about me unzipping her jacket and then pulling her top down… and then getting my hands under her bra…”

>”You got some real nerve, boy.” Luna grits her teeth with a shudder as a fantasy scenario where she herself endures such an encounter plays in her head. “Have you no shame?!”

“Not anymore. Since you don’t seem to want me to hold my tongue about this.”

>”You better not be getting hard to this…” Mutters Celestia.

>”S-sister!” Luna’s blush deepens while she’s taken aback by the principal’s statement.

>Celestia looks unfazed by her sister's comment.

>”Are you getting erect to this? Are you experiencing some sick twisted pleasure from all this?”

>The way you’re feeling about this goes up and down a rollercoaster built out of sexual frustration.

“N-no…” You feel the growing hardness intensify no matter how much you try to make it subside.

>”You sound like you’re lying.” Celestia’s tone quivers with a thinly veiled want.

>”Sister! This kind of talk is inappropriate!” Interjects Luna. “He’s a student!”

>”The way he tried to rape Trixie was also inappropriate.” Celestia’s eye twitches again. “Why should he get the luxury Trixie didn’t get?”

>You shake your head upon being asked once again if you’re getting hard.

>”Oh what is it? You love to describe how you molested Trixie but you won’t admit that it’s having an effect on you?”

>You yourself are actually confused for a second as to why your bold arousal seems like half of it needs to catch up with the rest.

>Wait, why didn’t you look at that as parts of your arousal being surged ahead by an unknown force further than it was supposed to go?

>That is obviously what’s going on here.

>It’s always what’s been going on, but you can’t prove it…

>Why are you so unevenly horny, like your hormones are scrambling with one another trying to get everything all figured out?

>”Are you getting an erection?” Celestia’s voice becomes eerily low and shaky.

>Your mind swirls with either boldness pretending to be lust or lust pretending to be boldness.

“F-… fuck you…” You stammer with your trembling hands planted to the cold desk before you.

>Four hands grab either corner of the desk and yank it away from you, the loud dragging sound scraping across the floor making your heart jump.

>All that protection your noticeable erection had, ripped away just like that.

>A dreadful sensation of exposure makes you instinctively cover your crotch as the desk is no longer there to protect you, no longer able to shield you as it loudly falls onto its side on the floor.

>Celestia and Luna worked together to strip away what felt like it was part of your clothes.

>The barrier protecting the obvious erection in your pants your hands now must do themselves.

>”If you have nothing to hide, then why are you covering yourself?” Celestia continues while Luna questions herself in surprise at what she just did.

>The increasing depravity is making this whole situation unravel into something Celestia and Luna should never do with a student.

>You feel Celestia’s hands grabbing your wrists before you know it.

“No… stop!” You protest while Principal Celestia’s superior strength wrenches your hands away from your crotch little by little.

>Celestia’s breathing deepens as a flurry of lust continues to cloud her judgement.

>Luna looks on as her big sister's depravity begins to show its true colors.

>Trying to decide how she feels about all this…

 

 

>Having made the chair fall over as you desperately stood up, you try your best to obey your instincts to flee.

>Principal Celestia should not be grabbing your wrists asking if you are getting an erection off of what she forced you to say.

>You feel so exposed without the desk protecting you, despite still being fully clothed.

>It’s what’s happening *through* your clothes that makes its way to your core with a strike off dread upon your soul.

>Your body itself is signaling your not-so-secret perversion to these two women.

>Even more so while you’re in a standing position…

>The wild look in Celestia’s eyes grows more menacing as she raises your arms above your head with her powerful grip upon your small wrists.

>Her breathing has become chaotic and frantic, face almost glowing red with lustful excitement.

>Your hands can do nothing to cover the hard bulge from your boyhood standing up inside your pants and underwear.

>”Your body isn’t ashamed of what you’re saying… look!” Celestia looms over you while letting her sister see clear as day the evidence of your natural physical reaction to the fantasies in your mind…

>The physical reaction you had no chance to prevent or even hide now…

>Your face starts to contort as the boundary between punishment and predation blurs, officially this time.

>It has become clear to all three of you by now that this isn’t right.

>But the power imbalance has already been set too sturdily for that to matter anymore.

>You could make any case you want about how they shouldn’t be doing this, and you’d be right, but being right means nothing in the absence of power or control over one’s situation.

>And it’s becoming clearer and clearer that Celestia no longer cares about being in the right, blinded by her own sick urges she projected into you.

>As if that becoming real now justifies how she’s physically dominating you in… this way.

>”This is what you get, boy~!” Celestia holds you in place, keeping you compromised and unable to hide the evidence of your confused yet thrilled erection in your pants from a shocked Luna staring over at you with dirty thoughts swarming around her head.

“Please… let me go… this isn’t…” You grunt with your deeply blushing face contorting into a mask of confused horror. “You can’t do this!”

>”Remind you of what you did to Trixie?” Celestia sneers amorously. “You gave this to her, now you’re getting it back~!”

>The lesson has already been taught, and you’re feeling a lump in your throat as your very bodily autonomy feels absolutely violated, but Celestia now cannot pull herself away from the exciting new boundaries she’s pushing and pushing in this moment she might not ever experience again should you get away too soon.

>Principal Celestia is shockingly a lot stronger than you than you imagined.

>It becomes clear that the rest of wherever this is going is about to be humiliatingly one-sided…

>You are dizzy with reluctantly aroused fear as she starts succumbing to the urge to take advantage of the situation a little bit further…

“No! STOP!” You shudder with mortified panic as Celestia’s hold on your arms loosens only to press and rub against the boundary she's too excited not to push against…

>That boundary being your torso through your T-shirt that suddenly feels thin and unprotective against the strength of Celestia’s stern adult hands.

>Your breathing competes with that of Celestia as her touch makes you squirm with a desperate yelp for anyone to come save you.

>The limp in your throat makes your voice begin to crack as the lower half of your body betrays you.

>Your erection visibly boasts its rigid presence through your underwear and pants, between the top of you legs that shiver too hard to kick or run with nearly enough effort.

>You quietly wheeze in response to this override of your fight or flight response betraying the sanctity of your innocence in this fateful moment.

>Sabotaging your final chance to escape while your slender arms wildly flail aimlessly.

>Celestia’s hold on you has moved to your torso, and this emits a delighted sigh out of her before her voice switches back to almost angry: “What’s wrong? Don’t like it when it’s you?”

>Luna battles between her disturbed shock and aroused interest as it’s become blatantly obvious that her sister has clearly gone off the deep end.

>She can’t look away, and can’t trust what she’s going to do should she get closer.

>Would she intervene or involve herself?

>The voice telling her to leave the room can’t decide if it’s for her own sanity’s sake or if it’s for somehow saving you, or anything else trying to rush through her mind no different than a crowded doorway during a fire drill.

>If she wanted to help you, all she has to do is intervene right now as Celestia’s hands get unmistakably way too explorative for whatever act of valid authority she already dropped.

“HEY!!” Your voice chokes up while your vision gets blurry with unshed tears when Celestia’s wandering hands roam the contours of your firm chest through your shirt. “DON’T!”

>Your panting grows even more desperate as you fail to slap or pull Celestia’s hands away.

>As Celestia’s eager touch keeps invading your personal space, a traitorously tingling warmth sneaks unwelcome primal excitement into you…

>That warmth is bred out of the pheromones you spread to Celestia being redelivered right back to you~.

>Now with her essence mixed in with yours, making this horny woman’s molesting touch feel even more sickeningly welcoming like it belongs…

>You hold back your confused sobs while Celestia’s quiet giddy giggling under her breath confesses that she can no longer contain herself…

>”S-sister… why are you…” Luna’s breaths have started to shudder with her own ashamed arousal tumbling through her body like a bird that can’t find the window back outside.

>Celestia’s unhinged behavior sparked some sore or perverse enthusiasm she wishes she could refuse quick enough in her mind before it bubbles up somewhere else before she stomps the first intrusion out.

>Luna watches Celestia fondle your firm chest, watches the way her sister's invasive hands wedge under your armpits after you crossed your arms over your chest to cover yourself only to start grabbing your firm little pecs…

“You can’t… this is…” You croak before Celestia cuts of whatever you were about to say next.

>”You did with Trixie. I can with you, boy~.” Celestia spins you around to face her as you fight back both tears and your erection, losing to both.

“I don’t want this…” You blubber, eyes staring into hers in search of any semblance of mercy. “Please!”

>Celestia’s soft fully developed pair of adult breasts barely sway inside her uniform as her moves overpower yours with ease to each jolt.

>Stronger than yours, her arms push that supple concealed chest together from either side while she grabs her stronger hands onto the upper sides of your torso just underneath each of your armpits and deliberately brushes her thumbs over your nipples through your T-shirt…

>Your smaller hands can’t pull hers away no matter how hard you try, fruitlessly motivated by the feeling of her unwanted touch upon your sensitive intimate areas…

>This shouldn’t be happening to you!

>A very excited Celestia’s sudden treatment of your nipples through your T-shirt lasts against your will over the next several seconds, soon forcing your nipples to responsively stiffen…

>”Mmh, look at you, boy.” Celestia growls seductively at the sight of your nipples poking through that thin fabric while your erect bulge stretches the tight front of your pants… “If you don’t want this, then why is everything getting nice and hard for me~?”

“It’s… it’s not…”

>”You said Trixie’s nipples were hard, right~?” Celestia coos into your ear. “I KNOW they must have been~.”

>You know for a fact that you never said this.

>But the fact that Celestia probably doesn’t care anymore and is just getting even further into this climbs its way up your spine.

>Luna is the only one in the classroom who still hasn’t fully succumbed to the pheromones radiating between you and Celestia.

>Two sides of the same truth clash for her.

>She still recognizes in her heart that this is wrong and she needs to save you and stop her sister from assaulting you.

>But the grim truth of her own perky nipples getting hard up against her bra cups and a warmth in her core slightly moistening the front of her panties cannot be ignored~.

>She hates this and loves this at the same time…

>Her mind still disapproves the best it can while her mutinous body physically displays how much she craves to get herself involved in conquering you.

>Your trembling legs keep your feet planted onto the floor as the collision between horror and arousal empowers your paralyzing confusion…

>The weak whimper that escapes your lips amuses Celestia into making you face her more directly.

>”That’s my good student…” Celestia clamps her strong grip onto your slender shoulders as your resistance gradually runs out of stamina.

>She can now comfortably hold you in place facing her, gazing down at you as her hands begin roaming your body once more with less and less half-hearted opposition from you as the moment goes on~.

>You’re trapped in a state of submissive obedience that only your body unwillingly agreed to…

>Celestia massages your shoulders before again kneading the budding planes of your firm little pecs… fingertips gently dragging over the bumps from your nipples.

>”I know… I’m being a bad principal.” Teases Celestia. “Maybe it takes a bad principal to make a bad student good~…”

“Please don’t…” Your voice has already lost the conviction behind it that it once had. “I’m sorry.”

>”I know you are.” Celestia grins wickedly, wantingly trails her fingertips down your sides, making you shiver in response. “I’m gonna finish punishing you now so you stay sorry. But it’ll turn into a reward in due time~.”

“Wh-what?” You breathe heavily as her words close in on you like a mousetrap.

>Celestia only answers by hooking her fingers under the hem of your T-shirt and lifting it, reigniting the alarms inside of you and prompting you to squirm in panic.

>You begin to squeal as Celestia continues to pull you back closer to herself and pull at your shirt.

>She quickly gets the fabric up your slender midriff after facing you away from herself when you tried again to run but had even less fight in you this time.

>Luna blocks the locked door she herself almost slipped out of, her back against the cold wooden surface as hard bumps from her perky erect nipples visibly poke through her shirt and bra cups~.

>”Doesn’t our favorite student have such a nice tummy~?” Giggles Celestia while forcing your shirt higher before turning her attention towards you. “How about you show miss Luna your cute little nipples~?”

>Horny panic floods into you as you feel Celestia’s hands scrunch your shirt up your chest, her own soft busty chest soft pressing onto the back of your neck every time she pulls you back into her embrace.

“No! I’m not a girl, I’m a boy!” You babble.

>”So? WE’RE girls, and we wanna see what we like about you~!” Celestia’s hot breath dances inches from your ear while she continues the humiliating act. “It’s our turn to do to you what you were doing to Trixie~!”

>You cry out and suddenly break free with a surprise spurt of energy, only to run directly into Luna on your way to the classroom's only exit.

>Your face accidentally softly collided with her supple perky breasts packed into her top…

“Please don’t…” You desperately try to win Luna over while hearing Celestia’s footsteps approaching behind you.

>The last of Luna’s rational thought drained from her eyes the second your face made contact with her chest.

>You glance back up at Luna as her gaze back down fills with predatory lust.

>The presence of Luna's hard perky nipples is clearly visible through her top and bra cups, having already lured your attention to them enough for her to catch you.

>And her response to catching you is an explosion of lust making her eyes glow down at the bulge from your full erection that you forgot that she’s able to see.

>The sight of you turns her gaze almost animalistic; she desperately hungers for you as her breathing deepens and her nipples harden further.

>There’s no way she’s going to help you now…

>”We’re REALLY going to bring your inner pervert out of you now, boy~…” Grins Luna with a sadistic touch to her tone.

>Part of her tries to unleash the shame for what she just said, and the floodgate opens but there’s nothing left to come out.

>Another lever floodgate has opened, and Luna’s conscience has been swept away by the rapids of her long pent-up lust…

>A little voice tells her “it’s okay, keep going for right now… we’ll figure this out later…” as a growing hot dampness between her pussy lips tightly inside of her panties mindlessly agrees to the decision.

>Yes this is wrong, but… that doesn’t matter right now.

>Natural urges matter right now, becoming more necessary the longer this moment goes on.

>You can sense all of this through the predatory expression that now beams out of Luna’s eyes as she undoes any distance you back away to make by closing it again with another step towards you.

>She purrs at the sight of your hard nipples and erect cock trying to pierce through your clothes.

>How can you have your innocence ripped away from you when you already don’t have any innocence left after what you did to someone else’s?

>Even as she longingly licks her lips at the sight of your hard nipples through your thin shirt she now definitely wants to see exposed, Luna still hesitates, waiting for validation from the first move not being her own.

>To help pull her even further off the deep end.

>You know that even if you slip away to a distant corner of this room, weaving between rows of desks seeking another exit that doesn’t exist, these two women will inevitably get to you no matter what you do…

>The power and control of this situation is all theirs, not yours; you’re all theirs whether you want to be or not, it doesn’t matter what you want.

>There’s nowhere you can run to they can’t get to even more quickly, making you watch their big chests bounce slightly in their clothing while finding out how many moves it took to corner you in this one-sided game of chess, where it’s each queen teamed up versus one pawn with no other piece present.

>One queen forcing her favorite pawn to move backwards, right into…

>Fuck… how did you not realize?

>Did /that/ much blood leave your brain to harden your cock?

>You’re still stepping backwards without thinking clearly, aside:

>If Luna is already this far gone, there’s no imagining how far Celes-

>Before you can finish the already scrambling thought, you again feel her soft mounds gently brush against the back of your head, sending a spark through your no longer thick skull and into your mindless brain.

>Celestia ominously giggles, her body’s aroused heat seeping through her bra cups, top and blazer, then seemingly onto and into your head and lets your essence and hers once again welcome eachother~.

>Before you even have time to fully process this, Celestia’s arms snake around your torso in a hug that squishes her pair of soft full breasts onto your shoulder blades.

>The tight sustained contact makes the pheromones ricochet back and forth stirring up all the hormones between the two of you at an alarming rate, becoming more absolute the longer it goes on…

>Her adult strength hoists you up and lifts your sneakers off the floor.

>Your squirming has already lost so much of its stamina.

>Kick as hard as you can, only to discover that your legs don’t want to kick very hard at all in the first place.

>You breathe heavily in a state of dizzy panic as Celestia’s embrace holding your body against your light-ish weight trying to fall back down is forcing your shirt to drag up.

>Luna bats away at your weak little flailing twig arms, watching the bottom of your shirt get dragged up above your bellybutton, licking her lips again as she likes what she sees.

>Likes what she feels even more as her hands caress your bare midriff, finding that your skin is just as smooth and perfect as hers and Celestia’s~.

>”Such a cute tummy~!” Chimes Luna before she helps Celestia’s hands force your shirt further up, making you squeal like a girl in desperate panic and humiliation.

>”We have needs too, boy…” Celestia softly growls into your ear as you can feel all four of their hands overpower your clumsily crossing arms at the bunched up hem of your shirt.

>Luna and Celestia have you suspended in the air and sandwiched between their busty adult woman bodies, holding you in place while your shirt finds its way to your collarbone.

>The next thing you feel is Luna’s thumbs directly on your stiffened nipples, playing with them just as enthusiastically as her sister had.

>Feeling you like this scrambles any remaining thoughts Luna has, showering them in disorienting lust.

>Eyes wild with wanton desire, Luna feels the final remnants of her restraint melting away as the feeling of your intimate areas against her hands and fingers drives her insane with long suppressed urges.

>The feeling of your erection pressing against her abdomen serves to drive Luna even further with unhinged desire.

>”Gonna try to escape?” Questions Celestia, running her fingers up and down your bare torso as your answer comes out to mess up whatever you were trying to say in response.

>You struggle to interpret all of this.

>The two of them start toying with your body like a… well, toy.

>Like you’ve become their object after the last of their empathy was put on the back burner to make space for the lust that drives them.

>A final gleam of uncertainty flickers in Luna’s eyes before Celestia leans over and silences her sister's doubt with a kiss on her lips.

>Signals are traded between their tongues as their kiss deepens, codifying their mutual loyalty towards blind, unhinged lust.

>Which only excites them more for this adventurous little challenge as they both feel you squirm with a final last-resort burst of energy that doesn’t know what it’s trying to achieve but is going for it anyway.

>Celestia and Luna giggle with darkness in their voices, and an aroused glow in their eyes.

>You twist and squirm your body around as intensely as you can.

>Testing the limits of your spine and half expecting to fall to the floor.

>You’ve never been so desperate in your life, fighting like your life depends on it.

>Since Celestia and Luna are past the point of reasoning, so are you.

>Their excited giggling accompanies their hands and arms scrambling all over your exposed torso.

>They don’t wait to spread their predatory touching to your rear and erect tent at your crotch.

>It fills you with urgent sorrow that their continued giggling indicates that whatever minimal struggling they have to do to keep your feet from reaching the floor again is only a game to them while you have to fight for your life just to be easily outmatched anyway.

>You’re no match for these two, but your dire situation you did not want requires you to do your best anyway.

>The odds are laughably against you, despite your bitter protests that bubble over your reluctant arousal for a brief moment before getting swallowed under once again.

“NO!! GET OFF!” You make your absence of consent clear… just as Trixie had.

>These two don’t care about your lack of consent; your fierce resistance only excites them even more…

>Despite your violent squirming, you not only never get you feet back onto the floor, but your shirt never quite makes it back down your exposed midriff.

>Celestia and Luna display the vast physical superiority of their combined adult strength over you by winning the loud desk-toppling struggle of manhandling and flipping your body around into any position they need to work your shirt back above your chest…

>Fighting zealously against this arousing humiliation, you try aimlessly punching and kicking, but nothing lands.

>Your traitorous erection in your pants only grows more turbulent and powerful, putting a massive strain on your fly zipper now as more blood surges through your veins to your crotch and away from where you need stamina to fight off these two horny women.

>But it was hopeless from the beginning anyway.

>Celestia and Luna manipulate your body’s position around to their enamored desire with their clothed, pillowy pairs of breasts brushing and pressing against you.

>The perfume-like scent of their hot panting breaths meander into your gasping lungs while their adventurous hands glide all over your smooth torso…

>You grunt and swallow every choked sob you’re able to as you embarrassingly lose this one-sided struggle violating your person.

>Your panic mounts faster than your arousal for a little longer during the moment you hear the fabric of your stretched shirt getting torn.

>You can barely register how it happened, but you feel their strong adult hands force the torn open front of your shirt over your shoulders.

>Then your reluctant arousal is forced to mount faster than your panic in the moment when Luna lowers her face to the left while Celestia lowers her face to the right.

>Each of them close their lips around one of your stiff exposed nipples and begin sucking enough to make a shock of immobilizing submissive lust crash throughout your entire body to your core and back.

>You let a deafening distressed wail blare out of your throat, but your tone shifts to a loud aroused moan halfway through as the remaining fight in you gradually crumbles entirely under the force of the swelling arousal it could no longer hold inside…

>The disarming sensation of Celestia's and Luna’s closed sucking lips pulling your nipples outward forces a high pitch squeal out of you that you might be lucky no one else was able to hear.

>An absent expression on each of their faces still glows with cruel amusement as Celestia and Luna ecstatically giggle in response between their straining moans vibrating against your sensitive chest.

>The odds were already against you before this… now it just went from 10 to 1 to 1000 to 0.

>Their hot breaths tickle your skin as their aroused determination gets more fervent and stronger than ever before, while the tingling rapidly spreading from your two captured erogenous zones scrambles your thoughts and dissolves the remaining fight in you, reducing it to laughably futile slight jolts of weakness.

>You’d cry for help, but no one else is in the school; you’d try to squirm free, but that didn’t even work last time before you had all the fight sucked out of you…

>You’ve been subdued… there is *especially* no escape now.

>”That’s our good cooperative student~.” Celestia finally coos to you after releasing your right nipple from her mouth. “Letting us put you on the receiving end for a change… letting us do what WE wanted to do to you~!”

>Luna’s pleased, enamored whimpers vibrate on your chest along with her hot tickling breaths as the tip of her tongue plays around with your left nipple.

>Celestia closes her mouth around your right nipple again and resumes sucking it.

“I’m… w-wait… I’m not a girl…” You start to complain before your voice and speech devolves into a shaky incoherent mess.

>The two of them take full advantage of your erogenous zones they could reach the most easily, skyrocketing your and their own arousal while your panic has not a single drop of fight behind it any longer.

>Your imprisoned erect member violently twitches and intensifies its strain on the fly of your pants, the rigid tenting soon proving too much for that poor little zipper in front to bear.

>The front of these pants just couldn’t do it anymore.

>Such a feral force from your diamond erection through your underwear breaks the tiny metal interlocking apart and practically spears through the forced opening.

>If Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna catch you with your pants open and your erect cock tenting your underwear out through them for all to see, they’ll have to penalize you.

>A quiet horny moan sneaks its way out of your throat in response to your body betraying you entirely and involuntarily arching your spine to push your chest into each woman’s delighted blushing face.

>You relax your arms and legs with the fear of them noticing your tent poking out melting away as raw hormone-driven instinct takes over.

>Celestia and Luna got through to such a sensitive, intimate part of your body and exploited it to assume direct control over you.

>It’s so much easier to surrender and let nature run its course at this point.

>Both of your hands cradle the back of each woman’s head while they now lock horny absent-minded gazes with you, their mouths still tugging at your stiff enveloped nipples with dizzying suction that sedates you beyond the ability to speak.

>Let them do as they please with your body, give them exactly what they want, let them enjoy you like a freshly caught prey.

>When they finally release you, you realize that your feet had long been let back onto the ground as they had you restrained beyond escape regardless.

>You must have felt as though you were still weightless and floating, a testament to your lack of control over your situation.

>”Look what we have here~!” Luna smirks giddily with a restless glow in her eyes that lock onto the taught white tent protruding from the opening in your pants.

>”Mmmhh~… did we do that?” Gently taunts Celestia with her deep blush spreading a little further across her face.

>Their four hands immediately dive in to clumsily fumble with the front of your pants in unhinged excitement…

>You quietly yelp and try to stop them with your own hands, but their larger and stronger adult hands ultimately do all the deciding by the end whether you like it or not.

>The front button of your pants didn’t last, the looped waistband of your pants loosely gapes open with Celestia and Luna seizing the hem and forcing it down your slender hips despite some protest from your own two hands weakly gripping the waistband the best you can.

>Outnumbered by their stronger adult hands, you lose the tug of war quickly no different than RD in your fantasies before… Celestia and Luna now expose your thin whitey tightys clinging to your soft bottom in the back and tented by your erect boyhood in the front…

>”Not a lot left to the imagination now, huh, boy~?” Celestia peeks into the gap between the outstretched waistband and your bare skin, marveling hungrily at the view of your lower shaft…

>Luna forces your pants down your thighs even with your hands still trying to pull the waistband back up, a futile effort that means even less after Celestia’s hands join in again.

>The loose denim waistband snaps away from the grip of your fingers and is taken down to your ankles.

>You notice that Luna’s erect nipples in front of your face are even more noticeable through her top now as the two sisters keep you from reaching down to undo your pantsing…

>”You like it when us older girls bully you~?” Luna reaches around and grabs one of your buttcheeks through your whitey tightys. “Is that why you’re all hard in your undies~?”

>The two of them get on either side of you, then begin playfully shoving you back and forth between them.

>Their adult strength is a constant reminder of your place in their presence: their horny young male student to play with.

>”He knows it’s a taste of his own medicine.” Celestia happily glints over at her sister. “He’s scared, but he likes being scared…”

>Luna gives your rear a spank that turns into a predatory grope~.

>Towering over you with a dark twisted desire, both of them giggle while watching you try to pull your shirt back closed again while they shove you between one another.

>Your full mast cock can already be seen in pretty much its entire erect glory, as the front of your whitey tightys is too small to keep covering view of your agitated boyhood with that overstretched fabric…

>The sound of your shirt getting further torn apart soon fills the room.

>The long tattered strands of stretched out fabric span further and further every time one of your bullies grabs your ruined shirt after you get pushed into her.

>”Feel like raping someone now?” Jeers Luna with her grip stretching your collar away from your bare shoulder.

>It’s hard to take wide enough steps to stay balanced with your pants around your ankles.

>”C’mon, let’s see that monster that was inside of you all along…” Celestia pulls you by your arm to make you lose balance and fall onto her. “You can’t leave until you’ve learned your lesson!”

>Her voice is so breathy and unprofessional, laced with perverse excitement as she tugs more torn fabric out of the way and runs her hands along your smooth bare back.

>They watch your full erection wobble side to side underneath that thin tented white fabric, licking their lips at the outline of your glans showing through…

>Luna has already snaked her hand underneath the front of her pants to play with herself.

>She bites her lip while her rapidly moving arm repetitively pushes into the side of her tits and makes them deliciously jiggle with those stiff perky nipples visibly calling out for your thirsty mouth through Luna’s shirt and bra cups~.

>”You gonna do something?” Luna challenges you after catching you staring, then shoves you to her sister again.

>”We know how much of a pervert you-Ah!” Celestia begins before your hand inappropriately grabs one of her busty soft breasts through her uniform.

>Luna immediately recognized your horny assault upon her sister.

>You glare up at Celestia with eyes that have long accepted the monster she’s forced you into being.

>You grope her other boob with your other hand, giving her developed flesh an arousing squeeze with an expectation for punishment.

>Principal Celestia’s full breasts are at least twice the size of Trixie’s, and Celestia’s reaction to getting groped is at least twice as welcoming…

>You can feel the outline of Celestia’s bra cups through her shirt while slipping your hands under the opening of her blazer and digging your fingers into her warm cushiony mounds of flesh through the white and purple fabric~.

>Celestia quickly swallows her moan and pretends to be taken aback by her favorite student's perverted behavior now turning his attention towards her.

>”What did we tell you, boy~?” Luna darts over to you and sandwiches you between herself and her older sister.

>Celestia shudders from the feel of your rough groping, having longed for such a feeling since she was your age.

>She needs to bring the worst out in you, get you to become the boy she’s always been missing in her life…

>”You gonna try to rape /me/ now?” Celestia questions. “Good fucking luck…”

>Luna grabs you and shakes you around, tearing the last of your destroyed shirt away while Celestia sneaks her hands under your arms from behind while you were trying to cover your erect tent.

>Celestia gropes your bare chest right back at you, her grip kneading your young firm pecs and her fingers rubbing and pinching your hard little nipples…

>Luna grabs your wrists and holds them to the sides so you can’t stop Celestia’s resuming treatment of your chest.

>Luna lets go of one of your wrists and pleasures herself watching you get molested again, contorting her face into a twisted grin while that blush under her glowing eyes deepens.

>You weakly swat your hand back at Celestia only for her to slither her hands down your bare abdomen and tease the waistband of your whitey tightys…

>”Someone wants to get pantsed out of his undies next~!” Groans Celestia as Luna promptly helps her hook fingers around that waistband to overwhelm the resistance of your smaller hands…

“NO! Please!” You buck your hips more frequently than your hammering heartbeats hit your rib case, twisting your body trying to stop Celestia and Luna from forcing your small white underwear down.

>Their hot scented breaths again fill your atmosphere and lungs, their faces close to yours as you succumb to their very presence and try to stop their four stronger hands from getting that elastic waistband down your hips and buttcheeks…

>You cry no and shake your head, only to feel the sisters’ amorous gazes on your ass’s smooth tender cheeks as the white fabric over them is scrunched down against your will.

>The front of your waistband snags at your hard member, the elastic band slipping down your length as your now naked rear emboldens Celestia and Luna to win this next struggle.

>They grope your buttcheeks and kiss your midriff around your bellybutton with that same hot breath dancing across your smooth skin…

>You’re too aroused to even want to resist at this point, but you do anyway.

>Celestia and Luna have shown how much they love that~.

>The harder you resist, the more fun this gets.

>”Don’t fight it, boy… lose those undies~!” Growls Celestia before she and Luna pull the waistband down hard enough to make your efforts cease to matter…

>Your full-mast cock sprung free with a couple of bobs enticing the two sisters into leaning their faces in, now with only one thing to suck on and have to share…

>Either side of your shaft and head takes the brunt of how much each sister can kiss; your excited cock stands outward what what be a makeout session between Celestia and Luna and twitches wildly against their soft pursed lips gently sliding and dragging across your solid meat…

>You uselessly try to jolt your hips out of their double embrace upon them, tired arms unsure what to even do as the sensation of Luna taking your length all the way past her soft lips rakes you by surprise with another embarrassing sound escaping you that luckily no one hears.

>Principal Celestia’s soft still clothed breasts press against your hip while Luna’s tongue slinks beneath your twitching underside~.

>Your breathing tries to catch up to the pace of your heartbeat while your cock is subject to the feeling of Luna’s lips around your shaft moving across your length with electric pleasure strong enough to make your hips thrust forward onto her advance and make her let out a muffled giggle.

>Luna bobs her head to and fro a few times while Celestia gives your bellybutton a sustained gentle kiss.

>The dragging of her wet mouth along your throbbing shaft makes you forget where you even are.

>Not long later, Luna slips her mouth off of your spit-shined rod to give her sister a turn.

>Celestia slips your cock into her waiting mouth much more smoothly and easily, while Luna has her turn kissing directly on the glistening spots of Celestia’s saliva all over your tummy that were left behind…

>Your underside reacts to Celestia’s shifting tongue cradling it the same way it reacted to Luna’s.

>Her soft lips envelop your shaft again and again from base to tip to base again.

>Celestia giggles warmly at the whimper this coaxes out of you…

>She releases your erect length with a saliva trail between you that refuses to break until after she returned her kisses higher up once more.

>They both stare up at you.

>”Which one of us should finish you off?”