>Be Anon
>Student of Canterlot High
>I guess it could be worse.
>Known for being the most invisble guy on campus
>Well, except for that green-haired weirdo.
>Still in shock she rejected you.
>She literally preferred to stay alone than date you.
>But I guess it could be worse.
>FF to later today
>You were just in class, resting your head on your hand.
>About to fall asleep
>God, this class is boring.
>Your constant sleep problems don't help.
>Can't remember the last time you slept well.
>Your eyelids are fluttering, about to fall asleep.
>Then, you hear it.
>"Anonymous, please come to my office right now."
>Oh, shit
>That's Vice Principal Luna.
>You must be into some serious, deep shit for her to call you.
>While Principal Celestia is a complete pushover, always letting you in with just a warning, Luna is way more serious
>You'll probably get detention, suspended, or worse.
>Expelled!
>"Anonymous, please come to my office, last warning!"
>And now you're making a fool of yourself sitting there like a retard.
>You excuse yourself from the class and step out of the classroom.
>Your legs feel like jelly.
>What could you've possibly done for her to call you?
>You barely do shit.
>You never get into trouble.
>Maybe some other fag is blaming you for something?
>If that's the case, you have some teeth to break later.
>After walking through the empty hallways, you get there.
>You feel like you're about to enter the lion's den.
>You gingerly knock on the door.
>"Come in."
>Her voice sends you shivers through your back.
>You take a deep breath and open the door, finding her sitting in front of her desk. Her expression was unreadable.
>"Sit down, Anonymous."
>You carefully close the door behind you and sit down on the uncomfortable wooden chair.
>"Do you know why I called you here?"
"N-No, Vice Principal Luna"
>You didn't intend to stutter, but your nerves are getting the best of you.
>"You see, I noticed a sharp... decrease in your academic performance. Could you explain that?"
>To be honest, you have been flunking your grades a bit.
>Too many nights spent playing TF2 or looking for lewd drawings.
>Damn teenage hormones.
"I'm... I'm sorry. I've been... having some problems."
>She raises an eyebrow.
>"Could you be more specific?"
"Well... It's mostly... sleeping problems. I can't sleep properly at nights, so... I fall asleep in class."
>It's not a complete lie after all.
>She looks at you for a moment before continuing.
>"Sleeping problems, huh?"
>You nod, feeling a bit more relaxed.
>Maybe you will be able to get out of this alive.
>"Then, explain to me how you don't have time to study or do your homework, but you do have time to do this."
>She takes a folder out of her desk drawers and takes a few papers out of it, showing them to you.
>As soon as you look at them, you feel your heart skip at least 5 beats.
>Your drawings
>Your personal drawings
>After getting that damn human anatomy textbook, you couldn't avoid but to take your shot in erotic drawings.
>Why did it have to be so damn graphic?
>"We found these in your locker last week. It seemed like you didn't close it all the way. Care to explain why I'm in one of these drawings?"
>The most recent one depicted a faceless man being breastfed by Luna herself.
>After watching those rare Japanese cartoons, you were never the same.
>"Well? I'm waiting for your explanation, Anonymous."
>You're so fucking dead.
>You can't even talk; you just stutter an excuse, making a fool of yourself.
"I... I was just... I... It's just... I... I..."
>You feel like you're about to hyperventilate.
"Please... Please forgive me... I... I wasn't thinking... I... It's just... The... The stress... These urges... I... I just..."
>You feel some tears coming out of your eyes.
>God dammit, not now.
>If you're getting expelled, you can't cry as well. 
>You'd look like a huge fag!
>But you can't avoid it.
>The shame is too great.
>A whimper comes from your mouth as you cover your face.
>You hear the sound of Luna's high heels clacking around the desk.
>But you're too busy crying like a bitch.
>Then, you feel her hand on your shoulder.
>"Anonymous, look at me."
>Her voice.
>She sounded comforting, soft even.
>You wipe your tears with your hoodie, trying to recover some of your dignity.
>You sniffle as you finally manage to look at her face.
>She doesn't look angry, shocked, or creeped out.
>She looks... compassionate?
>Nah, that can't be.
>"Do you feel stressed by your studies?" She asks, looking at your eyes.
>You nod.
>"And... Are these drawings a way to... vent a little? Blow some steam?"
>You nod again, still sniffling.
>She sighs a little, turning to the desk and handling you a box of tissues.
>You blow your nose and wipe the rest of your tears.
>Not in that order though.
>"Listen, Anonymous... I... I'm not angry."
"You... you aren't? But... I... I drew..."
>"Yes, I know. Which is also why I want to ask you... Why me, Anon?"
>Did she use your nickname?
>Nah, you must be hearing things.
"Well.. I... I don't... I don't know."
>"Is it because you find me attractive?
>What?
>This can't be real.
>She should be calling your parents and calling you a dirty perv, not doing this!
>Still, with nothing else to do, you nod. You have nothing to lose anyway."
>Silence fills the room for a while before she speaks again.
>"Does that mean you have desires to do... well... this with me?"
>She held the drawing close to her, only making you feel more ashamed.
>You take a deep sigh and nod one more time, looking away from her.
>You hear her sigh as well.
>She's deep in thought. Her eyes closed for what seemed like hours.
>Then, she opens them again, taking her hand out of your shoulder and standing up straight.
>"And if I agree to accomplish this... fantasy of yours, do you promise to improve your grades?"
>What?
>No... That can't be.
>You must be hearing things.
"Um... W-What?"
>"You heard me, Anonymous. Don't make me repeat myself."
>Her voice got a bit more impatient this time.
>You take a deep breath, hoping this isn't a trap.
"Y-Yes. I promise it."
>She looks at you for a moment before nodding.
>"Very well. I trust that you will keep your promise."
>With that, she starts unbuttoning her shirt, her face stern but not unkind.
>Is this real life?
>If this is a dream, whoever wakes you up will get a delicious knuckle sandwich.
>She does it slowly and laboriously. Almost like a stealth striptease.
>After the last button is undone, she takes her blouse, carefully folding it and putting it on the desk.
>She's now on her bra only. The only thing separating you from her perky breasts.
>"Lock the door, please. I don't want any interruptions while we do this."
>Taking you out of her trance, you stand up from your seat and lock the door.
>While you do it, you can hear the sounds of fabric rustling.
>As you turn around, door locked, your breath gets stuck in your throat.
>Vice Principal Luna is there, completely topless.
>Her crossed arms covered her breasts.
>They might be slightly smaller than Celestia's, but you don't care.
>She was always the prettiest principal in your books.
>Maybe it was her darker hair or her more stern attitude.
>Unlike her sister, she wouldn't take shit from anyone.
>And now you're here, locked up in her office, showing you her naked skin.
>Or at least, the upper part of it.
>"Well? Are you gonna just stare at them?" She said, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh... S-Sorry, Vice Princip-"
>She just shushed you with her finger, an almost amused expression in her face.
>"You may call me just... Luna. Just this once."
>You have never been this aroused before.
>You timidly nod
>"O-Okay... L-Luna..."
>It feels so weird to call her by her name.
>A slight smile comes to her face.
>"Well, let's get started. Come here."
>She extended her arms and wrapped them around you."
>You're now face to face with her breasts.
>The height difference doesn't help.
>"Now, you may kiss or suckle on them, but be gentle. I don't want any hickeys or bite marks."
>You are blushing so hard.
>Your blood is rushing to both of your heads.
>But for some reason, it feels more intimate than sexy.
>Yeah, you might have her breasts close to your face.
>But you feel like going slow and steady instead of motorboating her and suckling hard on them.
>You start with some gently kisses on her right breast.
>Damn, her skin is soft.
>She might be strict, but her skin is softer than silk.
>And her smell. Oh, man, her smell.
>She must be using some expensive perfume.
>Her scent is enough to both drive you crazy and mellow all your worries out.
>You keep giving gentle kisses on her breast, getting ever so near her nipple.
>You give some test kisses on her nipple, opening your lips slightly.
>After some hesitation, you finally open your mouth a bit and take her nipple in your mouth as you start suckling on her breast.
>Your most hidden reflexes come to life again.
>The last time you did this was when you were less than 1 year of age.
>And now you're here, with the age to be able to enjoy it.
>You close your eyes and moan slightly as you keep suckling on her breast.
>While no milk comes from it, the feeling of her skin against yours is enough.
>In the meantime, Luna has been holding you close to her.
>Her hand softly running down your hair, massaging your scalp.
>You swore you heard some faint moans from her.
>But you don't care; you're too busy with her breast.
>You wrap your arms around her midriff, not feeling brave enough to go lower.
>Let's not risk this golden chance by being a perv.
>Or well... more than you already are.
>"Anonymous, I have two of them, you know?"
>You look up, finding a warm, amused smile.
"Oh... Y-Yes... I'm sorry, Luna."
>"Don't be, just enjoy."
>With a popping sound, you release her breast as you start kissing and eventually suckling on her left breast.
>This is it.
>You just died and went to heaven.
>She actually killed you in her office, and now you're enjoying the afterlife.
>You can't avoid but to release a few muffled moans.
>Not only from pleasure, but from the sheer relaxation you're feeling.
>You keep jumping from breast to breast, occasionally going to the middle and slightly motorboating.
>You hear her trying to suppress a giggle.
>Maybe she's ticklish in there?
>Hmmm...
>This continues for at least 10 minutes.
>While you keep getting lost in her breasts, you keep rubbing her back.
>Her skin feels just so soft.
>You can't get enough of this.
>You could easily fall asleep in them, even if you're still standing up.
>After the best 20 minutes of your life, she pats your back.
>"We have to go back to class, my little one."
>My little one?
>Where did that come from?
>And why did it make you feel this good?
>Are you... crushing for your Vice Principal?
>Just because she let you suckle on her breasts?
>A valid reason, truly.
"Just... Five more minutes..."
>Your voice came out muffled because of her perfect tits smothering your face.
>You hear her sigh.
>You worry that you might have taken it too far.
>But she just pats your head now.
>"Fine. But only 5 more minutes."
>You sigh of relief and keep playing with her breasts, knowing your time is limited.
>You keep kissing and suckling on her breasts, wanting to leave no place untouched.
>You squeeze a bit on her nipples with your lips, not wanting to bite her.
>You rub your cheek on them, sighing in complete happiness.
>You have a wide smile on your face. One that you can't wipe out from it.
>But like all good things, they must come to an end.
>"Alright, Anonymous. Time's up." 
>She's now pulling you away slightly.
>With a hint of disappointment, you give her right breast one last kiss and pull back, releasing her from your grip.
>She walks to her desk and starts dressing up again, as if nothing happened.
>"I hope by the next month there's an improvement in your grades, Anonymous. Otherwise, I'll be forced to take more extreme measures.
>Unlike before, her voice was now back to the stern one you always knew.
>And maybe loved.
"Yes, Luna."
>"Vice Principal Luna."
>Oh, so we're back to formalities?
"Yes, sorry, Vice Principal Luna."
>She finished dressing up and turned around to see you.
>"Very well. You're free to go now, Anonymous. As for the drawings, I'll let you out with a warning, but please keep them in a more private place. You can get into serious trouble for them."
>You nodded shyly, walking to the desk and picking up the drawings, using the folder to hide them.
>"Although, I must say, you have some talent. I'd love to see more... appropriate drawings from you. Maybe you could join the art club to polish your skills."
>You smile warmly, feeling warm and fuzzy on the inside from her compliment.
"Thanks, VP Luna. I will."
>She smiles as well.
>"Oh, and... If you need to unwind again... You can come to me. We won't always do this again, but if you need to vent, or just talk, my door is always open.
>Not always, huh?
>So, that must mean she will let you kiss and suckle on her breasts again!
>Maybe, even more!
>But, let's not push your luck too much.
"I will. Thank you so much. I promise I'll study harder."
>"I know you will. Now, go back to classes, my little one."
>There it is again.
>My little one.
>You don't know why, but hearing her call you like that makes you feel so warm inside.
>As long as she doesn't do it in public.
>You just nod and walk towards the door, unlocking it.
>You turn around and wave her.
"See ya later, VP Luna."
>She sits down and nods.
>"Have a good day, Anonymous."
>You open the door and step out of her office.
>You still have a lot of questions on your mind.
>Why did she let you do that?
>Why did she leave the door open to more interactions with her?
>Why did she, the stricter principal, was that kind to you?
>And most importantly
>Why did she call you "My little one"?
>So many questions, yet so little answers.
>But one thing is sure.
>Tonight, you will sleep very well.