>You hadn’t noticed the slightly funny taste of whatever was in your water bottle. >After school, you’ve just finished a long workout to whip yourself further into shape. >Changing out of your workout outfit, you strip in preparation to shower quickly before getting back into cleaner clothes. >As soon as you lift your shirt, the cool air on your newly bared skin hits you like a tsunami. >Maybe it’s the sheen of sweat making it feel more intense. >The air in here feels extra cold at first. >Especially after you peel your damp shirt all the way off of your body, the chill in here makes your nipples stiffen. >But that chill quickly turns into warmth within seconds, barely three. >And this warmth only intensifies, but your nipples weirdly stay completely hard. >This chillyness to warmth repeats itself every time you bare more of your skin to the locker room air. >Only after pulling your underwear down do you notice that the stiffness you’ve been sensing in your dick was actually real and not imagined. >Your freed member stubbornly continues to stand further up into erection no matter what you do about this. >It’s a good thing you picked a time when no one else is in the boys locker room. >Completely erect whether you wanted to be or not, you figure that rubbing one out in the showers will help this go away. >So that’s exactly what you do. >It didn’t take long to finish the first time while under the running water. >But it’s taking your cock way longer to go back down, apparently. >Continue stroking that length before resuming the lathering of your body. >Something’s off, but you’re too horny and drowsy to care. >Not just exhausted from working out, but specifically drowsy. >Not to mention the sudden unwanted arousal that came out of nowhere. >After the third time jerking off in the shower and discovering that you somehow had months worth of cum ready to blast out despite having last masturbated less than a week ago, your cock finally softens. >But in the place of your wilting arousal surges the drowsiness. >And you quickly get dressed and gather your things and then leave. >Way too quickly and inattentively from fatigue to even hope to notice the cameras that were present the whole time. >--- >You had left the boys locker room in such a hurry that you could have sworn you left your towel there. >Entering through a side door you don’t usually go through, you pull the handle down and swing the door outward. >A bunch of sudden spaghetti-like objects obscure your view of the inside hallway before the feeling of something all over your body makes you nearly jump out of your skin. >After catching your breath and waiting for your heartbeat to slow back down, you are overcome with a sense of humiliation at the sight of tons of rubber snakes on the floor. >You can only imagine how beet red you must be in the face. >Vengeful in the heart already, you frantically search for the video camera of whoever the culprit is so you can tell their love chat to fuck themselves before the person has a chance to appear and set the stage they wanted. >But no one shows up. >Too angry to think of why, you continue searching until you find a camera hidden in the cluster of wires behind a nearby vending machine. >It also happened to be pointing towards the entrance to the boys locker room, as well as the entrance from outside you had just used. >And still, no one has come to collect the camera. >As you stand in place, your wrath gradually eroded down into… confusion… >It’s been at least ten minutes now… isn’t anyone going to come to collect their shitty fucking camera? >Maybe they’re afraid you’ll punch them in the face for the little stunt they just pulled, and aborted the mission. >After an additional five minutes, you do a quick annoyed shrug and then continue into the boys locker room to find that you indeed left your towel there and that’s why you couldn’t find it. >Huh, that was weird. >Hey… isn’t this the kind of camera that Vignette Valencia uses? ~ Much earlier: >You’ve tried to get into several dates at school with the girls in your grade over the years. >It’s always fallen through. >And there wasn’t much to wonder about every time it fell through; can’t exactly say you’re not a pervert. >Despite this being normal for boys your age, you have to admit that you let it become your drive and motivation a little too often when it comes to girls. >Sure, you like their personalities and could debatably hang out with them. >But how does that mean things are *destined* to get romantic? Let alone sexual? >They could easily be interested in being close friends with guys among an absence of sexual undertones. >Seriously, how would this work with a girl’s gay male friend had this not been a possibility? >A possibility definitely worth considering when that one group of friends lets you sit with them at lunch. >Not like you couldn’t before like that green girl gushing over you from across the cafeteria you never notice, but it’s the fact that they’re not only perfectly comfortable about it but seem to find you enjoyable to be around that gets you imagining things. >It gets you assuming things. >And as soon as Fluttershy, the quiet one who seemed like something made her too shy to speak to you without blushing and stammering, started developing her chest more than the others… >It was all one big green light for you as far as you were concerned. >Why wouldn’t she be interested in that way? >You’re a decently good enough looking guy. >Not one of those tall well built jocks, but Fluttershy isn’t talking to them or even looking in their direction at all, while she’s actually sitting with and (trying to) hold a conversation with you. >She didn’t say anything when she caught you glancing at her cleavage many times, although blushing a couple of those times. >She was probably too nervous to talk intimately with you in front of her friends. >They do have better conversational skills than Fluttershy, after all. >What if something embarrassing happened with her and they started joking about it? >It’d be hard for Fluttershy to talk things back into her favor. >You managed to catch her alone without the peer pressure of her friends one day. >As soon as you noticed she was wearing a tank top with a particularly low-cut neckline displaying her enticing cleavage, it was already over and you didn’t even know it. >The way she nervously crossed her arms pushed her soft chest up in a way that accentuated her bust and displayed cleavage in ways you could never turn your eyes from. >The way your heartbeat increases in tempo resembles how you feel hearing intensifying music in a movie trailer. >Fluttershy’s going through the same thing with her heartbeat, but the trailer playing in her head is for a movie in a different genre than yours. >You won’t be fed the trivia answer to which one until a minute or two later… “You wanna… do something sometime?” You keep it vague at first to ease her into it. >”I… um…” Hesitates Fluttershy with a blush heavy on her face enough to almost look like she’s lost in the desert and also can’t breathe. >The way your eyes keep drifting down to the crease between those big soft smooth mounds of Fluttershy’s rapidly developing chest makes her fidget and shake hard enough for it to be heard in her breathing. >She doesn’t realize how much her reactive arm-crossing is pushing her big soft chest upward and drawing your eyes in. >Fuck, she even has a really thin bra on today… slight bumps from her nipples are getting barely visible out of whatever emotion she’s feeling; it’s probably excitement making Fluttershy’s nipples get hard~ >Her reluctance to answer only confuses you. >But barring another minute or two of interaction before you both walk away in opposite directions, you have discovered something today. >You were imagining an adult romance that’s technically just porn dressed up in a cheesy plot that gets taken off the second the actress also gets naked (whether over an hour into the film, or a much more honest 5-15 minutes into it). >Fluttershy was imagining a horror movie she accidentally walked into without being ready for. >--- >She clearly hasn’t told any of her friends about what happened in the hallway by the time you’re all sitting together again. >But she’s reiterating what her answer was by wearing a hoodie today… which still does very little to hide the lovely swell of the bust of her big soft chest. >It didn’t take the other girls long to figure out the vibes between you and Fluttershy. >None of them said it directly, not outside of their silently exchanged glances out of concern for their friend. >Behind your own eyes is revisionist fantasies about Fluttershy saying yes instead, and you ripping her top open and pulling her bra out of the way just to see what her nipples look like and maybe play with them a little too… >Damn it’s a good thing she has no idea what you’re fantasizing about in your gutter-bathing mind right now… >”You can talk to us, it’s okay. Something up?” Sunset Shimmer places a reassuring hand on your shoulder a couple of seconds later. >…Today was productive! ~ >It’s been a little while, and you’re not exactly sitting with Fluttershy’s group of friends all that much anymore. >They’re still talking to you from time to time, mostly Applejack and Rainbow Dash sticking around to keep an eye on you. >Next to the random green girl you sit at lunch, while you keep longingly glance in the direction of that group of friends that’s still nice to you. >Why the fuck do you always have to be so damn horny?! >Why can’t you find a way to make good use of it? >Now not only Fluttershy is really filling out in the chest but now Pinkie Pie is too. >And all those sweets are going to Pinkie Pie’s thighs and rear too, and in all the best ways unfortunately for you. >Pinkie was the third girl to start reaching out to you. >You could tell that Rainbow Dash and Applejack advised her against this, but they’re still not about to tell her what to do or become even worse than you by intervening when it’s kinda not their business anymore. >Pinkie approaches you on her own volition, bubbly personality determined to help you “open up more”. >You sure didn’t mind her company, what with the way her soft tits and ass jiggle around every time she does a giddy little bounce on her heels. >This girl Pinkie Pie either doesn’t realize or knows but doesn’t care. >Now alone in that same hallway as before but with Pinkie this time, imagination runs wild when she pulls you into a super friendly hug, mashing that soft chest of hers onto you as she’s at a point where she’s almost catching up to Fluttershy there. >You… didn’t even ask her anything yet… >”You’re such a great friend, Nonny!” Pinkie Pie insists on prolonging the hug she’s sharing with you, not seeming to notice or mind when she can feel you getting hard in your pants up against her soft upper thigh. >As your excitement grows from feeling Pinkie Pie’s soft boobies, your hands leave the cautious command of your swirling mind and roam a little too far down her back and grab Pinkie Pie’s soft booty~ >It didn’t matter that it was this girl who had you pinned against the wall, Principal Celestia saw where your hand went and what it did. >Both of your hands. >”Excuse me, what’s going on over here?” Her heels clack against the shiny floor in your direction. >You get a long enough look into Pinkie’s eyes that she didn’t expect that grope to happen… but there’s enough of a hint that she wasn’t as opposed to it as the school’s approaching principal is right now. >--- >Had you not been sitting in the principal’s office right now… Pinkie Pie likely would have been slowly warming up to your sexual advances upon her. >You had seen that look of surprise in her shocked stare as soon as your hands cupped and grabbed her soft round buttcheeks through her skirt… >But you could tell she was a little… excited by it too… >”I will not have you inappropriately touching other students here.” Principal Celestia’s tone is cold and harsh. “I heard about the first time this happened with you too.” >Whatever she heard about you and Fluttershy must have gone through so much rumor-filter that the story that popped out on the other end does not represent what really happened at all. >As she was speaking, you couldn't help but sense a hint of envy in Principal Celestia's tone. >This stuck with you even long after she was done reprimanding you for your behavior. ~ >What feels the most tragic is that Rarity wanted to throw you a bone as soon as you noticed her sexy body’s feminine development really taking off next. >Rarity herself, unlike Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy, is immediately and acutely aware of not only the scope of her increasingly womanly features but how they’re affecting you too. >Her sharing a class with you really helped you two get acquainted when you leered at her more often. >The way her pair of soft well-shaped breasts alluringly fill up every top she comes to school in gets you hard every time, at least slightly. >The more Rarity has going on with her body, the more she shows it off. >The higher her cup size rises, the lower cut are the the necklines of her tops she wears to school, making sure her cleavage is proudly on display for particularly you since you ogle her the most. >The wider Rarity’s hips get, the more often she wears short shirts that inevitably tease you with the smooth bare skin of her midriff, the bottom of her tops often slipping above her bellybutton… >This was only made more tempting by the fact Rarity starts to wear more low riding pants and leggings while wearing those shirts, to really flaunt those hips of hers to you, as well as the color of her panties underneath… >Her soft thighs and round booty love the shortening skirts she wears that challenge the school’s dress code alongside her other choices for school attire… >You could see it in her lidded eyes: Rarity didn’t mind *at all* if you got handsy on her once you two caught one another alone. >She already knew very well from before how much of a perv you are, she’s definitely far from unaware; Rarity knows exactly what she’s asking for here. >Her demeanor makes it clear that she not only doesn’t mind the prospect of feeling your hands diving under her clothes and exploring her bare body, but she’s looking forward to it… >Rarity knows you desperately need that release she’s more than willing to offer to you on a silver platter. >And then Principal Celestia suspends you for being a pervert with your female classmates, and gives Rarity her first ever detention for intentionally breaking the school dress code. >No one in the entire building agreed with the principal’s decision, not even Principal Celestia herself really, though you weren’t aware of that part at the time. >All you knew was that your beef with the school’s principal was on now. >Your suspension and subsequent detention after coming back spelled out the steepness of the hill you have to climb to get to Rarity. >Even though she’s undoubtably interested. >Many months go by of you now being in both a different lunch period and class period than Rarity. >The mounting pressure of your flaring libido is now entering full swing as you continue to witness these girls in your grade continue to physically mature. >As for Pinkie Pie, lots of sweets and cakes and other desserts along with lots of milk are thickening her body out. >Had it been a few years earlier, she would have only gotten chubby with nothing else going on, but her body undergoing frequent growth spurts uses everything as fuel for her rapidly developing physical maturity. >All the cake is going to her thighs and booty, all the milk is going to her pair of titties. >Pinkie Pie is the easiest to get to share a hug with you. >You could have sworn that her entire world stopped the presses and dedicated everything to you after she heard the news about your tragic suspension. >Forget asking Pinkie to give you a hug, you couldn’t even stop her from hugging you if you tried. >It’s like she hunted you down on the morning you came back to school just to show you affection. >Her delighted groaning as soon as she felt you melt into her soft inescapable embrace tells you how happy she is to know you feel better now. >A lot of that better feeling comes from feeling Pinkie Pie’s big soft growing titties smooshing onto you, plus her soft midriff curves overall pressing onto you too. >”I’m so sorry you got sent home for a week you can spend lunches with me if you want I’ll find a way I have study hall after lunch I can meet you then on somedays that’s your lunch period now I think we can…!!” She quickly and haphazardly plans everything out literally mid run-on sentence. >Applejack, Sunset and Rainbow Dash don’t really feel like intervening, since Pinkie is willingly approaching you and letting you feel her body against you. >They again conclude that it's just not their business. >They don’t even intervene as Pinkie Pie goes out of her way to choose a day to sneak into the cafeteria where you are. >Pinkie does so only after she invites you to sneak over to the auditorium where her study hall is during your new lunch period that now falls on it. >She sits in the back with you where no other students can notice someone new sitting here, and Vice Principal Luna is already snoozing in preparation for her next upcoming all-nighter. >The chatterbox goes the entire next 20 minutes energetically whispering to you as quietly as she can about countless things you don’t care enough to remember. >But you do catch that she closes it off by saying she’s glad you two are friends, her declaration punctuated by a yawn. >Looks like she’s wearing down as the sugar rush is wearing off. >Pinkie might not be asleep yet, but she’s been dreaming the whole time and she didn’t even realize it. >Thinking you aren’t *really* as much of a pervert as a couple of her friends told her you are. >And yet another thing she didn’t know is that you’ve barely masturbated during your suspension due to having been grounded during it. >Like, she knew you were grounded, which was something she empathized with having strict parents herself in her mostly one-sided conversation right now. >But she didn’t know that you’ve been eyeing the way her vibrant clingy top has been hugging her soft curves as she swung her hips in the hallway. >She was always too distracted by the sunshine-and-rainbows world she sees around herself to notice either of those things; her soft bust and curves overfilling out that unintentionally slutty outfit she has on, and the way she walks putting such a sultry mood into the way she works what she’s got. >And this girl is catching a case of lidded eyes… you too. >Hers are tired, yours are horny. >”You're so sweet…” Pinkie Pie coos in her usual playful bubbliness that her fatigue now puts a damper on. “Wanna get comfy?” >She doesn’t take long to physically show you what she means by scooting over in her seat in trustful invitation… >One of your greatest weaknesses is now right under your nose almost as directly as it is under that of this girl adjusting to you joining her in the single auditorium seat: Pinkie Pie’s juicy cleavage. >The top she has on today was already one of those casually lowcut necklines that unavoidably shows her cleavage, especially with that rapidly physically maturing body of hers. >Pinkie Pie is still too naïve to realize enough that she’s been outgrowing her old clothes. >Because of this, the way her arms deliciously squish her body boobies together while she cuddles up to you only turns you on more with how much extra cleavage her undersized top is showing… >She can’t be too stupid to realize that you’re staring right at them, right? >You have to go out of your way to stare down at those things while Pinkie Pie’s soft sideboob once again mashes onto you and in turn increasingly pushes her tits together to accentuate her juicy cleavage~. >”You’re so cozy, Nonny…” Pinkie Pie warmly says to you through a yawn. >Pressing herself against you has caused Pinkie Pie to inadvertently drag you up to heaven with her. >Each of you have an arm around the other classmate, with different intentions. >Something else getting inadvertently dragged up is the bottom half of Pinkie Pie’s top as she slinks further down into the seat up against you. >That vibrant fabric is way more likely to cling to the coarse fabric of the auditorium seat than the sleek warm smoothness of Pinkie Pie’s sexy bare skin. >The part of that top against the seat got dragged far up Pinkie Pie’s smooth lower back first, so long as Pinkie’s massive bouncy hair hadn’t gotten in the way. >But by the time she’s fast asleep, you have an intoxicating view of Pinkie Pie’s smooth soft sexy midriff featuring almost her entire bare lower back and her gradually exposed bellybutton, as the front of that shirt’s rim is forced to follow the much higher up back and gets dragged up Pinkie Pie’s bare soft tummy~. >The sheer sight of this girl’s unknowing exposure is an opportunity you’re 100% sure you’re never going to see again in this way. >It’s so fucking scary how BOLD people get when horny enough… and you are far from an exception. >It’s a damn good thing that you remembered to silence your phone for study hall before rabidly hitting record without any second thought. >You wish you could caress that soft smooth exposed midriff of hers without inevitably waking her up; so much of you wants to try. >But you only don’t because that would jeopardize the thing you’re doing with your phone as you only now check around to find that no one else in here is noticing any of this going on. >And just like that, you’ve captured lots of Pinkie’s goods on camera over the next minute or so without waking her back up. >Why the fuck did you do that? >You’re probably so horny that you forgot to take a hint. >Did you really need something to jerk yourself off to later *if* she’s clearly signaling something here? >Yeah you can’t exactly realistically get away with cumming while cuddling with her in study hall, but filming leaves not a trace here, neither does jerking off in your bed later tonight far away from here. >This reasoning not only got you through the rest of the filming, but convinced you not to delete it. >You must have captured dozens and dozens of Pinkie Pie’s gentle breaths moving her big soft tits and smooth soft tummy up and down on camera… >You’re able to make out Pinkie Pie’s bright blue bra strap on her shoulder after you peek into the gap between her top and supple smooth skin. >So tantalizing that your cock is fully erect in your pants right now but you can’t use it. >This only emboldens you more for compensation for that. >The way your hand glides across Pinkie Pie’s smooth bare tummy feels addicting. >The possibility of her waking up is blocked from your mind by what feeling her bare smooth softness makes you feel. >Something primal that outweighs any consequences this might bring. >Both your touch and Pinkie Pie’s exposed bellybutton move in tune with her breaths. >She is neglecting to wake up even as your predatory hand inches upward closer and closer to the big soft mounds of Pinkie’s Pies~. >Pinkie clearly has unresolved fantasies she’s dreaming about, because she slowly rocks her sexy wide hips back and forth against your grazing touch on camera. >Her breathing quickens its pace as though either her dream self is either trying to get away or chase you down. >Your hands roaming all over the smooth softness of Pinkie Pie’s now completely bare midriff serves as a steadfast reminder that you’re right here up against her. >The cute little noises Pinkie makes while getting felt up in her sleep only makes her presence that much more intoxicating. >She’s either aware but in on it with your advances by now, or she’s a heavy enough sleeper to be the easiest target of all time for burglars. >You can even comfortably go back and forth between filming her with one hand and using both hands to feel her up… >Her cute little moan responds to your fingers brushing over her sexy soft bellybutton~. >When your hands glide up the bare sides of her fully exposed midriff, Pinkie’s next moan is slightly louder and longer… >You can easily see the indentations of Pinkie Pie’s bra through her top, except for the edge of the lowcut neckline that boasts her exposed juicy cleavage… >That’s where the outline shows that Pinkie Pie’s bra cups got slipped to the side a little by her soft squeezable boobies being pushed together, and the angle you’re at lets you see right into her top at the soft round mass of one of Pinkie Pie’s soft boobies pushing out against the inside of her blue bra cup… >Both your eyes and your phone’s camera get a good enough look at the way Pinkie’s soft grope-able breast swells outward when she breathes in, then recedes back in each exhale just enough to tease a sliver of her pink areola showing while Pinkie Pie’s perky nipple still softly pokes outward onto the inside of her blue bra cup~. >The only reason you now put your phone’s camera away after filming enough is to have both of your hands back on Pinkie Pie’s sexy body that’s been beautifully physically maturing a lot just for this moment with you, it seems. >Now your hands freely caress that smooth sexy bare skin up and down Pinkie Pie’s soft curvy torso… >Before seconds later gently groping both of her soft tits with them giving way to your grabbing fingers so easily… >You’ve checked the clock to find that there’s barely 5 minutes of study hall left. >The continued contact between your groping, caressing hands and Pinkie Pie’s increasingly exposed feminine features finally does enough to make her eyes gradually open… >She’s nearly in a lying down position at this point, having been seconds away from falling out of the seat and waking up anyway. >”N-nonny…?” Pinkie has to pull her lips apart that were stuck together while sleeping. >The first thing she sees is her own top vastly malfunctioning with the assistance of your hands… >”N-nonny?!” Pinkie gasps before your base urges make you capture her parted lips onto yours without thinking. “N-mmmmmph~” >Pinkie panics at the start of it, her hot breath batting your face as your lips crash together with her taste cheering you on into continuing anyway… >As Pinkie Pie’s big soft breasts now push into you in a new special hug, your hands roam along Pinkie Pie’s bare skin up her smooth back in search of the back of her bra~. >Pinkie Pie’s tone rises at first before her eyelids lower once again and her surprised reluctant enjoyment of your advances gradually takes over… >Her sexy body relaxes before it can tense up in response to the unexpected encounter. >It’s still another half a minute before Pinkie Pie nervouscitedly begins to kiss back onto your kiss while only half realizing it. >The prolonging of the slowly deepening kiss keep Pinkie Pie confused and battling her own unexpected arousal before the class ending bell makes both of you jolt. >The kiss breaks and you and Pinkie exchange the longest glance while she haphazardly fixes her clothes again with a long string of saliva dangling between your mouths before it breaks… >”I-I won’t tell anyone…” She replies to what happened without thinking. >You weren’t even thinking about it when you were walking out of the study hall in a whirlwind of confusion and interrupted lust. >As you stepped into the hallway, Principal Celestia was already looming right over you. >There’s no easy way of telling if you had time to think about it first, or if there was anything you could’ve done at all to prevent getting caught, but you failed to avoid getting captured by the school’s principal. >”I knew you must have skipped lunch to go sleep instead.” Principal Celestia firmly grabs your wrist with her eyes glancing down to the actual most important thing you forgot to think about. >You’re too caught up in you interrupted feelings to notice that you’re still fully erect in your pants, and oh is it noticeable… >And Principal Celestia noticed it long before you had, having been a couple of minutes ahead of you before you finally registered the stiff tension in your pants that was drawing her attention to it. >She had only kept you in her office long enough to write out the detention slip, having said something about you being lucky she's not going to reinstate your suspension. >As if you sleeping in the auditorium instead of eating in the cafeteria is some serious offense to the school rules... >Though, she doesn't know what you actually did while in study hall. >Either way, your detention is officially later on today, and you're sitting in the desk twiddling your thumbs before you know it. >With the silent echo in the air of when Principal Celestia promised that the next time you step out of line actually will result in an extension of your suspension. >It's a good thing the girl you were with pinkie promised not to tell anyone about this, otherwise, you'd already be cooked before she could turn the stove on when making cupcakes in cooking class an hour ago. >That erection is the only thing going through Principal Celestia’s mind as you sit in detention after school. >Her mind has a field day wondering if it was morning wood from you sleeping in the study hall you weren’t supposed to be in or if it was from something else. >The woman shuffles around in her chair as she watches you while trying her darnedest not to... WATCH you. >Listening to the ticking of the clock through the noise of her base urges swarming around in her head. >Her frustration from trying to tame you and all you did was sleep through her reign of torment and got morning wood in the afternoon from it like it's hard without difficulty dealing with her. >Principal Celestia sucks her lips in right under her wandering eyes as she feels as though her very authority is being threatened. >She has to extinguish the fiery stranglehold you have over her feelings without using your own stiff firehose to do it, due to things like the consequences that'd happen if she did. >Should she dare to mention this and let you find out... that'd turn the tables fast enough to have everything flying off and tumbling to the floor. >All of her options and accolades just thrown away solely because she *could not* contain the inferno of a thirst in her core. >Even thinking about it in her head as she stares right at you feels like it's too much, like her position as principal of this high school is at risk when she thinks inappropriate things you still don't know about. >The details are supposed to stay a secret, but oh is Principal Celestia thinking about it all. >She daydreams about breaking you. >Just pouncing on top of you and subduing you in your own place you've been sitting in until she can do as she pleases with you. >Starts lifting up her favorite young male student's shirt up and unfastening the front of his pants to check for another in-school erection he might have starting up again. >His underwear would probably get dragged with with his pants as soon as she pulls them down against his will. >If they don't, then Principal Celestia can just use her superior strength to tug and pull at that waistband at his hips until she finally gets it to his thighs and that erection she suspected was there springs free. >The timer she set for the detention time makes her nearly jump out of her seat. >Has it really been that long already? >Principal Celestia needs to take a break from daydreaming... by DOING. >--- >So it turns out that Principal Celestia noticed you weren't there in the cafeteria during your new lunch period. >Damn, she's paying that much attention to you? >What the hell did you do? >...That she's aware about? >Pinkie Pie still chats with you whenever she can during the school day, having kept her promise not to mention what happened in study hall. >Possibly with plans to repeat history once you're both free during summer break that's coming up, but you don't know this for sure. >You've still been checking her out regardless. >Pinkie Pie doesn’t seem to care much about how much of her cleavage her tops are showing, but Fluttershy does. >The tragic part of that one is that Fluttershy is actually accustomed to you by now, but you came on too strong before and now she’s too nervous. >Fluttershy’s tits have been developing the most out of any of the girls, having gone up yet another cup size before the end of the school year. >Her sexy hips widened too, her increasingly womanly body deciding to widen that lead along with her feminine hips in this body development arms race with her classmates. >Fluttershy may not be as bold as her sexy body’s frequent and powerful growth spurts, but you’ve gotten bold enough to fill in for that after seeing her at a pool party during summer break. >It’s like the planets aligned and you happened to attend the party with casual hope that you’d see hot girls from school in bikinis. >What you bargained for had apparently decided to fall right into your lap where your tent begins to stand up to the sight of Fluttershy’s rapidly developing womanly features now mostly bare before you… >Outside of her skimpy pink bikini her body’s growth spurts clearly started to outpace since she bought it a few months ago, there is nothing left keeping any of her vastly blossoming feminine form a secret anymore. >Having not expected to see… you… here, Fluttershy desperately tries to remember where she put her clothes. >Because right now, she doesn’t have much at all to hide her beautiful body’s curves and assets from your leering gaze… >”O-oh…” Her surprised gasp greets you seconds after she notices your presence. >Fluttershy turns away to keep the view of her now huge tits straining her little pink bikini top facing away. >Only to unintentionally show off how soft and round her ass has become after her feminine hips widened out so much recently… >The back of her bikini bottoms does practically nothing to cover Fluttershy’s jiggling buttcheeks while she anxiously stumbles around with her arms focused on staying crossed over her busty chest~ >”Hi…” Fluttershy stammers as you approach, not even trying to distance herself even though she absolutely can. >She had chosen this secluded spot where no one could see how much of her goods are unintentionally but inevitably on display. >Looks like that plan backfired now that you’re alone with her. >And that smooth back over those wide hips and wobbling booty cheeks keep you from thinking straight. >Albeit barring the straight thinking that’s getting you fully erect in your swimming trunks for Fluttershy’s voluptuous body calling out to you that’d arouse any straight man being honest with himself. “I’m not intruding, am I?” Your question is answered by both your own body saying yes by approaching Fluttershy, and Fluttershy’s answer saying no with a hint of uncertainty. >”N-no… you’re not intruding, it’s okay…” Fluttershy immediately folds under the pressure as your actions cautiously leave your self control. >She couldn’t think of anything else to say. >Keeping her back turned, Fluttershy feels your hands land on her shoulders. >The sudden intimate touch is registering as more than just a casual greeting. >But she doesn’t protest against it. >As soon as your hands start getting a little closer to obvious intimacy, Fluttershy sheepishly gives you a tiny nod of hesitant approval. >The jurisdiction of the your high school principal is nowhere around to intervene this time. >Fluttershy can see where your gaze is going: all over her mostly exposed body. >It’s like she’s had all of her walls crumble down and now an army from far away lands is free to roam her city streets as they please while she has no choice but to trust them not to plunder her… >The protection of her body from her hoodie and sweatpants is no longer able to hide her beautiful physically maturing body from you now. >Nearly everything you’ve wanted to see is on full display; Fluttershy feels utterly exposed and defenseless compared to before she had even started covering up more: >No white tank top to pull downward to hide her cute bellybutton or pull upward to cover more of her sexy cleavage… just a skimpy bikini top that is nothing more than two thin fabric triangles on Fluttershy’s soft rapidly growing breasts held just barely in place over her nipples by a couple of spaghetti strings tied around her body that can be simply lifted or pulled out of the way if not easily untied… >No skirt or short shorts to pull further down over her soft thighs or up over wide hips to protect her comfortable little panties from view… just a tiny pair of bikini bottoms that proudly expose her bare jiggling buttcheeks to you as she’s facing away and cradle her tender pussy lips with a hammock of pink fabric that’d easily flip open and expose Fluttershy’s smooth naked pussy should you untie the small knots at her sexy widening hips on bare display… >You hadn’t realized you started gently putting your curious hands on Fluttershy’s sexy exposed body, but it felt like electricity across her skin to her, your intimate caress leaving goosebumps in its wake across Fluttershy’s smooth bare skin~. >Fluttershy never had a plan for after you started touching her, since she never dared to think about herself allowing it to get this far. >But her current luck has subverted all of that, and now your curious male hands are running up and down the entire bare smooth expanse of Fluttershy’s hourglass shaped midriff that’s been unintentionally presented before you. >Your grazing hand feels Fluttershy’s bare tummy rising and falling faster against your touch as her breaths quicken and her heartbeat frantically pounds in her chest. >It’s too late to stop the contact she was afraid of from beginning… now what? >Fluttershy trembles in frustrated fear as though her body is quaking from the force of her panicked heartbeat. >This boy from school, he’s… not hurting her? >Fluttershy had always recoiled thinking that he’d be shoving her around like a bully by now and grabbing her tits and ass too hard. >But your hands are so much more gentle and kind of make her feel a budding excitement from their touching Fluttershy’s can’t decide if she wants to retroactively welcome. >She already let you spin her around to face you, with your gaze enjoying the hypnotic swaying and wobbling of Fluttershy’s busty squeezable pair of healthily growing titties in her undersized bikini top~. >Your view of Fluttershy’s juicy cleavage is merely a part of everything you can see now. >Her small un-modest bikini top is thin enough to let you see two visible bumps poking through from Fluttershy’s sexy nipples topping her beautiful pair of big soft boobies given to her by countless early growth spurts… >Fluttershy’s panicked breaths shudder with no idea of how to react to any of this even verbally, let alone what to actually do about it. >As you briefly look Fluttershy in the eyes, she reluctantly allows your hands to caress across her tummy and bellybutton between feeling higher up her bare sides and gently grabbing her bare wide feminine hips~. >The further your firm male hands explore, the worse Fluttershy would feel for letting you know that this wasn’t welcomed. >The more serious her accusation of your actions despite them happening for real, the less she wants to say it to you. >Fluttershy isn’t sure if it’s because it’d make you angrier at her or if it’d make this moment more awkward the more is done before she retroactively consents. >There’s more people right around the corner from where she was relaxing, but she doesn’t want to ruin their pool party with a horrible moment. “Hey…” You manage to utter something that isn’t ape-brained caveman grunts. “You *are* okay with this, right?” >The terrified, distressed look in her eyes told you everything you needed to know to have an idea what’s going on in her mind. >Fluttershy silently nods again, lip quivering. >That silent nod was enough to spur your hands into silently responding to it beyond your cautious command as you speak again. “You sure?” >Fluttershy’s mind spins with a wonderful, terrified thrill as the horny boy from school gropes her soft pair of breasts without waiting for her to say yes to it. >He’s so… assertive… and erect. >Fluttershy can’t put her finger in why this excites her so. >Is it her fear and anxiety not knowing what else to morph into at this point? >That squeeze upon her soft breasts from strong assertive male hands stirs something primal inside of Fluttershy. >Just as your base desires constantly do to you whenever a fertile, voluptuous girl like Fluttershy is around. >Fluttershy meeps out a quiet “yes” that really got squeezed out of her from the groping before she could keep it in her throat. >She gulps in anticipation, accidentally swallowing her pride in the process. >The chest fondling just feels too good for her to pretend inside that she doesn’t love it. >All this time being afraid of it, and it turns out to surprisingly feel good as soon as you bypass the barrier of consent her fear set up and show her that she was only afraid of a wonderful feeling all along. >It took her letting her guard down and being advanced upon by surprise to let herself learn this. >Fluttershy immediately unintentionally folds under the pressure, to how good this feels, and arches her back to push her chest into your touch without realizing it… >Your hands give her soft breasts a lovely series of increasingly bold squeezes. >”I…” Fluttershy starts. >You fondle her tits some more before pulling her into an embrace and feeling her up all over her smooth bare skin up as her sexy body is up against you, your hands grabbing her exposed buttcheeks with more gentle squeezing that makes Fluttershy shudder with hesitant delight. >The assertive perverted boy from school lost his restraint and took charge, but it… feels good? >It’s not like Fluttershy is able to cover herself up anyway. >She gradually accepts that she has no choice but to… just accept this. >Something feels so wrong but so good about doing that. >You crash your lips into Fluttershy’s lips while your hands now freely roam her body. >Fluttershy’s deepening kiss tastes just as arousing as Pinkie Pie’s… >Head spinning with no other way to react, Fluttershy humbly starts to kiss back into your kiss, speeding up the apparently contagious spread of your lust into her~. >Had it not been for this to be a public pool party, you’d have gone all the way with her right here and now. >And her parents have got to be at least nearby, you imagine. >All the two of you can really do is just continue making out as you both become comfortably acclimated with one another. >This is what Principal Celestia wanted to prevent, evidently. >But now it’s too late to stop it… the growing blush on Fluttershy’s nervous but wildly grinning face says it all. >You manage to get her number and sneak away before any of her nearby friends calls over to her for something. >How the fuck did you get that lucky?! ~ >Principal Celestia has no idea what you've done over the summer by the time you come back to school. >She doesn't know about your lewd encounter with Fluttershy, and she doesn't know what became of you two afterward. >And you find great excitement in keeping it secret from her any further details outside of whatever she's able to find out... which is nothing. >Nothing at all. >Summer ended, here you come back to school with the weight of those rocks temporarily off of your shoulders and a satisfied glazed look in your eyes that has her stressed out eyes fiery with envy. >All of that effort to keep you away from those girls culminated in absolutely no benefit for Principal Celestia. >Now she sits at her desk with her fingers locked, face as straight and emotionless as she can make it as she warns you to be on your best behavior this year lest you face "your most severe punishment yet". >You're not exactly sure what she meant by that. >Is this severe punishment the series of detentions that Principal Celestia then writes for you following her meeting with you in her office where she warned you to be on your best behavior? >You very clearly haven't done anything wrong this time around. >Yet, Principal Celestia straightens her off-yellow uniform jacket with confidence as though she knows for a fact that she's in the right and you've done something wrong. >Meanwhile, your own confidence tells you over the never few days that there's no way she found out about Pinkie Pie or Fluttershy, since she never mentioned those incidents directly, especially not on the detention slips. >Maybe she just senses that you're not as frustrated anymore and she can't take it, not wanting to see you have a good time while she has to sit around all day wishing she had fun two decades ago when she was your age. >Nevertheless, the thought about this fades away as you go about your after school workout on one of the days Principal Celestia didn't hand out a detention to you. >And on this fateful day is when the aforementioned shower incident finally happened. >And after you make it back home after wondering if this camera belongs to that livestreamer and vlogger Vignette Valencia, you discover that you were not only correct, but that Principal Celestia has unknowingly been caught on camera doing something beyond simply suspicious. >She's right there on film in a video in between the cookie cutter videos that Vignette Valencia has taken of herself doing stupid random shit. >There's Principal Celestia in 4K. >Entering the boys locker room with a bag full of equipment then leaving with the bag empty, looking around to make sure no one saw her. >Gloves on her hands and everything. >There was something small and dark inside of the shower at the very corner of the room you hadn't thought about while showering, but did notice that it hadn't been there before. >You now remember how funny the water you were drinking had tasted, not having really cared enough to take notice before. >You remember how weird it was that you suddenly got hot and erect as soon as you stripped out of your clothes, something that was far too unusual not to notice the out-of-place-ness of it all. >Being a pervert yourself, you instantly connect all of the dots based off of unrealistic fantasies you've conjured up in your mind regarding the girls locker room. >As for Celestia being caught in 4K carrying what looks like a bag of power tools and camera equipment while not knowing she's being filmed by Vignette Valencia's abandoned vlog camera, her side of it isn't exactly only a fantasy. >You save a backup copy of the video and then put another copy onto a thumb drive to show to your lovely school principal the next time she inevitably calls you to her office. >Whatever it was she gave you must be lingering in your system still, because you feel as though you're right back to where you started before you got your rocks off. >The only thing you're wondering about is... whatever happened to Vignette Valencia where she didn't come back for her video camera? >You'll give a shit about that later... ~ >Principal Celestia has been making sure her dirty little secret stays tightly under wraps. >Every day, she lounges in her office in the morning, ruling over her lair tucked away behind a locked door. >She keeps in mind which hours are the not safe for work hours; the ones where she can’t have a certain footage up on her computer screen. >But that is only for if she gets extra depraved and impatient, and so, her wits tell her to avoid that risk altogether and keep the footage she possesses off of her work computer’s screen altogether. >She’s just going to have to take the brunt of that urge on her own. >The urge fueled by the very possibility that she could simply plug in that thumb drive. >As she reviews the course syllabuses from each teacher that have been assigned to their respective students, Celestia does her best to keep her breathing silent throughout this chore. >It’s just so boring and she needs to relieve that stress this position gives her. >She doesn’t want her looks to be affected by too much tedious hard work. >There’s no reason for a young woman like her to have to endure so much stress, though, she can’t just forget she’s the principal of a high school. >She never would have been able to pull off her little stunt getting that delicious footage of her favorite student otherwise. >That alone makes this boring, draining job worth it. >Orchestrating when the security camera system would be going through upgrades and repairs; they would not be active right as her favorite young male student would be in the boys locker room after school when he usually is. >Setting up her own means for capturing what she REALLY needed to capture on film; it wasn’t easy sneaking into the boys’ locker room with the necessary tools for making the hidden cameras stay in place while remaining hidden from easy sight and still retaining a good view of what Principal Celestia craves so dearly. >Doing what she did with her favorite young male student’s water bottle during the aforementioned process; if he figures out what happened, there’d be a lawsuit and a half whether anyone ever finds out she’s the culprit or not. >A few months ago, when the previous school year ended for the summer, it wasn’t worth all this trouble. >Principal Celestia would just swallow her lust in favor of her pride and continue her job. >She still loved and hated you at the same time. >And couldn’t stand how much her love for you made her hate you along with herself for feeling this way. >Principal Celestia deserved better than to fight such an unwinnable war against her own inappropriate thoughts. >No matter how many times she punished you, she knew it wasn’t your fault what you did to her. >That truth alway crept up the back of her neck every time she filled out your detention slips, making the letters get all wiggly from her shaking hand trying its darnedest to clutch that pen properly. >It was only after realizing she can only punish you so many times did she realize her outlet for her forbidden lust for you was doomed to run out sooner or later. >She spent the summer dreading having to bottle it up until no longer being able to control herself. >And her secret would get too big to hold inside her heart any longer. >And after you came back from the summer of whatever growth spurt you must have underwent, Principal Celestia's lust finally overrode her pride, driven by the need to make sure she doesn’t miss out on another kind of spurt of yours she’s daydreamed about. >Principal Celestia needs closure, or some kind of way to get her demons out before their uproar of lustful flames consume her from the inside out. >The very mystery of what her favorite student must look like under those clothes makes her tremble in her seat. >Well… *made* her tremble in her seat. >Because the dirty deed has been completed. >And even the simple feeling of victory and relief knowing her craving will never starve again makes her yearn to… celebrate… right here and now. >In this wrong place at this wrong time for such inappropriate depravity no one but her must know about. >An act that’ll help her tolerate her favorite student she hates to love so much for the rest of the school year that recently started. >As much as her heart sings to her to let go and give in, Principal Celestia knows that propriety is needed in order to keep this dangerous secret from having a chance at destroying her life. >Her deep breath does little to calm her nerves and daring urges. >But that little bit was just enough. >She finally did what she needed to do to make the demon within her stay at bay and let her hold the syllabus papers without them making noise from her shaky hands. >--- >Principal Celestia is protectively guarding these girls in your grade from you as if you have chloroform in your back pocket. >Your side of the story never had a chance to truly make it to her ears even though you told it to her. >”I am responsible for making sure this kind of unacceptable behavior never happens in my school.” Continues Principal Celestia, her very presence vowing to protect those girls. >You keep trying to tell her that it’s not what it seems, but she’s just not willing to listen and it like you weren’t even really talking at all by the time Principal Celestia is back on the offensive of chastising your observably perverted behavior around the girls at school. >And this woman is NOT letting up... not until after you show her what you have another copy at home of, doubled with an overconfident bluff that you have a copy of whatever video she took as well. >Already knowing the details of what you did while fapping in the shower really helped with that bluff, effectively enough to strike terror into Principal Celestia's heart as her eyes go wide. >”I… I d-don’t know what to say…” Principal Celestia’s expression silently declares she is in a checkmate. >Her heart sinks along with the sinking realization that her entire career and a huge chunk of her life is in the balance now. >If she lets you out of this office with a reason to let anyone know the truth, she’s finished. >There’s no way she could salvage her career as principal of a high school, that would be over for good and probably overnight… or 24 hours after that at very best. >She doesn’t have nearly enough money to afford the headache and process of a legal case, let alone a case she'd absolutely have zero chance of winning in court. >Funny how you haven’t done anything to her yet and she’s already fucked. >You rise to your feet in triumph, proudly allowing sight of the triumphant bulge from your dick getting hard trying to stand up inside the front of your underwear… >Principal Celestia’s eyes have already wandered down there instinctively, and weren’t quick enough to avert before you both can understand she took a good long enough gander at how big and stiff your member is under those two layers of clothing to be unable to stop thinking about it. >Now Principal Celestia REALLY doesn’t know what to say… so you’ll let her know something she can substitute for whatever scrambled words she just lost. “Wanna guess how big it is?” You ask before adding: “…now that it’s hard?” >You now slowly strut around Principal Celestia’s office like you own the place, making sure she gets every angle of your tent in your pants as you take step after step. >Her terrified eyes lock with yours as she hears your hand lock the door. “Forgot your units of measurement?” You glint with consciousness about how much authoritative tone you can put into your voice. “It’s okay… use your hands to guess.” >Celestia sucks her lips in and hesitates to break through her propriety, having been conditioned by society to stay appropriate at all costs and not do anything… primal. >But you have forced her situation to challenge that, and to challenge it with so much that Principal Celestia doesn’t have any choice but to stall the inevitable moment she dives into the forbidden depths of inappropriateness. >It’s a dangerous course of action to take, but Principal Celestia was forced into it by the even greater danger from what would happen if anyone finds out about what she did… there is no way out of this, no escape. >Principal Celestia’s trembling hands meekly rise to make the inappropriate gesture towards her student… her erect student. >It feels so much different when she’s not alone, because consequences are possible now. >Consequences that are only acceptable in the light of bigger consequences that’ll take place should she not satisfy whatever demands that are quite obviously being made now. >It’s clear by now what this is; Principal Celestia feels dizzy with anxiety. >Principal Celestia should not be doing this perverted gesture before a young male student’s eyes, let alone one that is meant to describe his private area… when it’s sexually stimulated… >But her shaking hands keep their palms apart at the distance she feels accurately describes your length. >She looks downward at you to check her assessment and nudges those hands a little further apart after seeing your erection straining against your pants and underwear has grown more intense, to the secret delight of her slightly widening eyes. >Principal Celestia already had a good reference to go off of before when she filmed you in the locker room, so she isn’t surprised all that much when you tell her she got the right answer. >This fact fills her with butterflies, and her shivering breaths give this away as she realizes she already knows your cock well enough to accurately guess its size when it’s fully erect… >After making your way over to Principal Celestia’s desk, her growing blush becomes more apparent like your mere presence is a blowtorch. >She starts to say something, but the hard tent in your pants tangles her tongue as though the rod already slipped its way past her lips to pin her tongue down. >So with this, you’ll give her something to talk about. “You’re doing great on the quiz so far. Now describe your uniform to me.” >Principal Celestia’s eyes look on in confusion while she nervously brushes a lock of her soft hair behind her ear with her hand. >”My… uniform?” A swell of worry builds in her chest. “Your jacket and pants.” You now lean on her desk facing her from the other end. >There’s a brief pause before Celestia’s lips part to begin describing her clothes. >”My… jacket is a beige that’s somewhat close to yellow or orange. It’s very formal and fits me well all the way down to the long sleeves reaching my wrists. The open collar has a sun pendant pinned to it…” >She takes a deep breath, already having a feeling she knows where this is going. >”My pants are a deep burgundy or plum color.” “They fit you well?” >”Yes…” “They feel snug around your thighs?” >”…yes…” Principal Celestia imagines how you must be envisioning her smooth soft thighs just underneath the layer of her pair of pants. “Describe your shirt.” >With her heart picking up its pace, Principal Celestia gulps as she thinks about how she’ll word it. >”My… top under my jacket is a simple v-neck t-shirt. White with purple stripes going across that are the same color as my pants.” >Her response hangs in the air as you wedge your way into the office chair, pleased inside to feel your hips and hers nudging together suddenly. >Something flares up in Celestia’s heart feeling the sudden unexpected contact with her student, and her heart thumps loudly in her ears while her face blushes a bright red. >Explosions erupt within her of the inner conflict between her “push him away, this is wrong” side and her “let this happen, it feels amazing” side. >The whites of Principal Celestia’s eyes grow large as dinner plates as her eyelids widen and her pupils contract. >She knows you’re picking up the scent of her sweet perfume by now. >Principal Celestia’s wide hip that has been silently implied in the description of her pants presses against you unavoidably as you ask the next question. “What’s underneath your top?” >Principal Celestia tenses up with horrified excitement in her eyes. >There’s no way she should answer a question like that… but she has no choice. >Humiliation bubbles up within her as she struggles to even figure out what to say, but she tells the truth that couldn’t be avoided anyway. >”…M-my… my bra…” Principal Celestia stammers with her entire body quaking and her self respecting side needing to hold itself back just to get the necessary words out. “Under my shirt is my… bra.” “Describe your bra, Principal Celestia. Color and cup size.” >Celestia’s embarrassed breaths shake as the heat between your bodies starts to become shared. >In a silent lack of a response, she can’t stop her mind from scrambling in search of an answer that’ll move this forward, torn between twisted excitement and dread for where she knows this is going. >She either does something to risk people somehow finding out about, or she doesn’t do it and guarantee that people find out about something else she did that’s equally… depraved. >Principal Celestia’s breath hitches when your hand runs up and down her arm and shoulder through her jacket. >Half of her cheering the feeling on while the other half of her screams to cease this. >To cease this before it feels too… good… >Too good to go back… >The proximity and implications of it sends a forbidden thrill up Principal Celestia’s spine… you can feel her shudder from her internal conflict between common sense and sick twisted lust. >Your finger pulls the edge of her jacket out of the way of more of her shirt, then does the same with the fabric of her shirt to expose the smooth skin of her shoulder underneath her purple bra strap. “Your bra’s purple?” You notice the scent of Principal Celestia’s perfume get stronger. >”Yes…” Trembles Principal Celestia in reluctant excitement with a gasp when your fingers trail along her bra strap and smooth shoulder inside her slightly tugged open shirt. >You’re doing anything you want with Principal Celestia like she’s your personal doll to inspect and undress as you please, and there isn’t a thing she can do about it… and it’s making her feel excited? “What’s the cup size of your purple bra, Principal Celestia?” >”I… h-hah… um…” Celestia begins before gulping again, her thoughts tripping over themselves trying to recall her own bra size she knows. “I’m… m-my bra size is… 36D.” >She trembles when she feels you nudging your smaller body against hers. >Already knowing she’s done in, Principal Celestia subconsciously wraps her closer arm around you, really allowing you to feel her soft sideboob underneath her uniform pressing onto you through those clothes~. >Principal Celestia tangibly shudders when she feels you respond positively to her “physical advances” with your own. >Your arm wraps further around her hourglass form, feeling her tummy underneath that uniform anxiously breathe against your hand that sensually runs up and down the front of her. >Principal Celestia has so much more to offer than the girls in your grade; none of them have the fully developed soft bustiness and womanly curves Principal Celestia has… >All of the alarms in her head go off that she’s venturing into dangerous territory with her favorite young male student. >Her mind is screaming in disagreement with itself. >Can’t decide if she’s desperate to end this highly inappropriate touching with her student that could end her career and ruin her life if anyone finds out, or if she’s desperate to delve all the way into where it’s going out of that depraved primal need to address her forbidden base desires~. >The latter is gaining momentum the longer she slowly realizes she’s already in too deep to undo the fact she’s already crossed the forbidden line with this horrifying, exhilarating contact that’s making her dread and forbidden sexual excitement explode at the same time. >She feels your younger hand run up and down her curvy side of her developed womanly torso like you’re stroking the side of a trophy you’ve just seized after a game-ending checkmate that subverted the safety net between her career and oblivion. >That safety net has been replaced by one that’s in your hands and not hers; whether or not you’ll tell on her. >It’s already way too late to go back now, Principal Celestia is sitting in her office chair with her young male student in her inappropriate embrace. >She didn’t want to let you have your fun with the sexy bodies of the girls in your grade she was protecting while keeping her perversion a secret to you, so now you’re advancing upon Principal Celestia herself, using her perversion you’ve exposed as a vehicle to claim her even more sexy and beautiful womanly body all to yourself. >Her fully endowed chest softly presses against you, that delicious soft pair of adult woman breasts stuffing her top under that yellow-beige uniform jacket thing you’re too excited to name properly. >You have Principal Celestia herself trapped with you in the situation she started, and she can tell how much you love reaping the jackpot you’ve gained to compensate for the prizes she’s deprived you of while protecting your classmates from you. >Principal Celestia cannot protect herself from your advances that her evil and depraved inner monster welcomes deep down anyway. >A soft lock of her long lustrous hair falls over one of her eyes as your embrace accepts the reluctant offering of her much more fully grown curves and assets. >Her heart does backflips as the realization hits Principal Celestia that now her own adult woman body is about to receive the gentle sexual siege of her own clothes that she thought she was protecting her female students from… >She has no power to give you a detention or otherwise reprimand you for the way your hand just reached upward and groped her soft chest through her uniform. >Her big bountiful chest she herself offered to her young male student. >Principal Celestia’s panicked gasp is quiet but pleading. >She has no choice but to allow you to do this to her, even though it’s not only wrong and dangerous, but is awakening so much in her… >As your hands knead her huge soft adult breasts, Principal Celestia mentally recoils back into safety. >Even as her body betrays the usual proper facade with a subconscious arch of her spine pushing her soft chest out into your groping and squeezing upon it in substitute for any kind of resistance. >”I-I…” Stutters Celestia as her body begs without her permission you to take this further. “This isn’t right… this isn’t me…” >The horny perverted young male student that was stopped from getting too far with sexually advancing on his high school girl classmates, is now freely sexually assaulting Principal Celestia herself~. >Not only does she love it, but Principal Celestia’s grown adult woman body has far more full curves and assets to offer to your horny advances than any of the girls have. >”We can’t do this, it’s wrong…” Celestia fails to put any conviction into her tone as your fingers dig into her softness through the layers of her clothes… “Filming me jerking off in the shower was wrong too.” You mutter into her ear. “Would be a shame if everyone found out you did that.” >Principal Celestia has no choice but to allow you to plant a decreasingly hesitant kiss onto her lips while you massage her boobs… >She succeeds in swallowing her needy whimpering throughout the first couple of pecks on the lips, but her dreadful excitement overruns her restraint as you brazenly press your lips onto hers longer and longer for that sweet taste of her~. >After your lips lock with hers a little more each time the two of you make a quiet smacking sound together, the taste of her saliva finally mingles into your mouth and beckons your tongue forth… >The taste of Principal Celestia in your mouth drove your tongue wild and daring, and your tongue easily finds its way over into Principal Celestia’s awaiting mouth where her tongue has nowhere to hide. >All Principal Celestia can do is whimper and whine into your mouth in remorseful arousal… her tongue leaving her command after yours bullies it into excitedly tangling back up against its intruder… >Guilt interweaves with how much Principal Celestia can be heard loving every second of this sinful exchange. >Her breath is hot against your face while you deeply make out with her, her taste taken along with the struggle as her reluctantly giddy response takes the tongue jousting back into your mouth. >Surprise, shame and wild forbidden excitement war inside of Principal Celestia’s jackhammering heart as she realizes her own body’s traitorous engagement with your deep tongue-tangling kiss~… blowing her secret wide open once and for all. >Principal Celestia lets out a long, defeated whine into your mouth, angrily thanking her own unhinged perversion for making things come to this. >She knows you can sense her un-hide-able enjoyment. >A long unbroken string of saliva stretches between your lips and hers after the kiss finally breaks is a symbol of how you now now full control over Principal Celestia. >Principal Celestia the sexy beautiful perverted woman who fell victim to her own equally perverted prey. >”I…” She starts but can’t get another coherent word out. “This is wrong, but it /is/ you.” You whisper, hands resuming their sensual mauling of your beautiful principal’s full soft chest through her uniform. >The strand of saliva between your mouth remains unbroken, and Principal Celestia has no idea what to do about that. >Her crazed purple eyes shake with confused lust, lost in the depths of the lewd consequences of her own depraved actions; she’s trapped but she can’t help but love it deep down. >It was never supposed to go this far, you were never supposed to actually get yourself involved with what Principal Celestia was doing to you. >Those eyes of hers go wide with terror when she sees you unexpectedly pull out your phone and start filming. >Already understanding that you won’t show the very dirt you yourself are guilty in unless the chips go down, Celestia feels torn between her perverted glee and wise fear each stemming from this bold risk. “You get a lot more fun out of me if you’re not selfish about it, you know.” You gather that strand of saliva between your mouths onto your finger and press that fingertip onto her lips while shushing her before she has time to respond. >Principal Celestia shivers in wanton agreement. “Your purple 36D bra fits you well?” You ask, not remembering if you even said this yet, but wanting to listen to Principal Celestia verbally describing herself to you. >”Yes.” “Does it cradle these big soft D-cup tits comfortably?” You pry, one hand filming with the other groping one soft mound through her clothes at a time. “Tell all the details you can. For your secret video announcement as principal.” >Principal Celestia gulps with her pride stuck in her throat. >She can feel her bra cups sliding around slightly in response to your groping and squeezing… causing lewd things to happen to her nipples underneath she’ll end up admitting to anyway. >There’s an extra dimension of shame being made to verbally describe everything first… but its entangled with an undeniable thrill that was born out of the spontaneous spur of the moment. >”Y-yes… my D-cup breasts are… very comfortable in m-my 36D bra. It fits me perfectly…” Principal Celestia confesses out loud for you, trembling with delightfully terrifying thrilled shame. “The underwire doesn’t dig too hard into my skin… the back stays clasped nicely. Inside my shirt, my purple lace bra cups press onto my D-cup breasts they’re cradling… just enough to push my D-cup breasts together and… accentuate my cleavage…” >Celestia can be visibly seen trembling even on the grainy phone camera, and her twisted smile can be heard in her trembling voice despite her humiliated frown she can’t wear properly. “Tell everyone first what your nipples look and feel like~. Then we’ll see later if you’re telling the truth.” You honestly have no idea where you’re even going with this, >You’re at a loss for what kinky thing to think of next through your rabid excitement from catching this sexy pervert in the act, so much so that you’ll just act upon mindless arousal without a plan now. >Just… anything hot and embarrassing to spice things up to the max, she probably loves every last bit of it anyway. >After a nervous gulp, Principal Celestia resumes. “M-my… my nipples… are big and… p-pink… just a little deeper than my skin… about the same shade as my lips” Principal Celestia shudders violently from the embarrassed thrill of the impromptu ‘announcement’ about her body she’s been blackmailed into reciting. “M-… my areolae… they’re about a thumb’s length across, and the peaks are about the size of the tips of my pinkies…” >You can hear Celestia’s teeth chattering in her mouth for a split second as she pauses with a fit of nervous horny shaking to the thought of the school hearing this on the morning announcements one day. “They /are/ big!” You run your fingers along the clothed tops of Principal Celestia’s full soft breasts in circular motions, one by one where her big sexy nipples she just described are just underneath the layers. >Her huge soft mounds yield to your pressing touch, and you can hear her bra cups sliding against her smooth bare skin underneath… >”My purple lace bra cups are grazing over my nipples every time your hand gives by breasts a squeeze, and when your fingers do what they’re doing right now…” Gasps Principal Celestia in horny anticipation. “I can feel my nipples ge-g-getting… hard~… they’re getting hard up against the insides of my purple lace bra cups…” >You are getting all she’s saying in recorded audio with a clumsy tilted angle of her soft vibrant hair and smooth gently jawline appearing on the screen. >”My big hard pink nipples feel your fingers teasing them… they’re reacting by getting more hard and stiff against my bra cups. M-my purple lace bra cups…” >Out of a surging urge reaching a tipping point within you, you capture Principal Celestia’s lips in another passionate kiss she returns before she can stop herself. >”Y-mmmph~!” Principal Celestia only just now registered the sound of your phone being placed on her hard wood desk by the fact that both of your hands are viciously grabbing and squeezing her big soft breasts now… >The video is still being recorded with the camera facing the ceiling. >Principal Celestia whimpers onto your locking lips once again, arching into your groping touch out of pure base sexual instinct. >Encouraging you… “Do they bounce when you walk?” You continue the raunchy interrogation. >”Yes…” Principal Celestia’s voice hoarsely croaks for a split second before the rest of her confession spills out right against your lips repeatedly kissing with hers. “My purple lace 36D bra does a good jobmmph… holding them… holding my D-cup breasts… mostly still… mmph~… but I always feel them jiggling a-mph~… a tiny bit when I walk.” >Your fingertips dip underneath the opening of Principal Celestia’s uniform jacket and start tracing along the outline of her bra through the fabric of her shirt, hands gently yet firmly squeezing her soft naturally big breasts~. >A tingling from the squeezing ventures its way through Principal Celestia’s trembling body until converging at her core, planting a growing heat right there that gets harder to ignore the longer she endures the sublime mauling of her breasts… >”When I run… my D-cup breasts bounce around under my shirt a lot more, even when I’m wearing a bra.” Principal Celestia keeps arching into your hands as she murmurs past another new unbroken strand of saliva connecting her lips with yours… >The mutual taste of your tongues wrestling together draws you back into another deep long kiss… >Principal Celestia didn’t notice you undo the front of her jacket and slip it off of her shoulders. >Grazing your hands along the indentation of Principal Celestia’s bra through her shirt, you continue feeling her up in her moment when she has lost all authority over you. “You filmed me jerking off in the boys locker room showers, didn’t you?” Your next question makes her tremble harder. >”Yes… I couldn’t help myself. I filmed you naked without your consent.” She admits to her crime through and through. “Naked and in privacy, while performing a sexual act…” You tell her in a dark tone through a sinister smile. >God that sinister smile turns Principal Celestia on with knowledge that she’s not alone in being this much of a twisted pervert. >”Yes! It’s true! I filmed you naked in privacy without your knowledge or consent… I broke the law, you caught me. Okay? Oh fuck… Please… please don’t tell anyone, it’ll ruin me…” Celestia is sure to make her admission clear and honestly cliché enough to satisfy your demand as she perceives it. “I fucked up, I broke the law by filming you masturbating naked in privacy without your consent or knowledge. Please don’t show anyone this, I’ll do anything you want.” >You reward her with another kiss that sends butterflies all over her body. >Her breathing has gotten so much louder now, it carries her low soft moans with each enamored exhale against the deep passionate liplocking. >It’s like the makeout session is a sedative for Principal Celestia; spurring her on to kiss back with that warmth in her core growing and taking command of her actions away from her common sense. >There’s no way it could have gotten like this, but the truth is that there’s no way out of this… and Principal Celestia can’t decide if she even wants a way out anymore or a fast lane deeper in at this point… >She knows she always wanted to make out with her favorite young male student like this, but knows the risk of acting upon that forbidden base urge, so she pacified that base urge from afar, but also knows the wrongness of what she did to pacify it and how royally fucked she is if you speak out, so now she’s forced to enjoy the increasingly touchy-feely forbidden makeout session she used to afford to avoid. >”I was going to masturbate to the video later today.” Principal Celestia confesses every single thing she knows to make sure your demands are satisfied and you won’t decimate her life. “I have it on a thumb drive. I was about… mmph… about to do it here because I didn’t wanna wait.” “You /are/ going to do it here and now, Principal Celestia.” A sudden response impulsively bubbles out of you can catch what you’re saying… but you’re too horny to disagree with yourself anyway. “Just as I had on the video.” >”Please…” Celestia’s scrambling mind isn’t sure if that utterance was going to be followed by “don’t” or “do”. “Fetch the thumb drive.” >It’s simple… she filmed you naked and masturbating, so now you’re going to film her naked and masturbating to the forbidden video she took. >Principal Celestia’s quaking hands fumble and get lost on the way into the drawer where the tainted thumb drive is. >Your continued kissing and groping amps her up into obediently following your ominous command. >She has the thumb drive in and the video pulled up in the screen of her work computer in no time… >You feel a twinge of self-consciousness attempt to cloud your judgement after seeing your own nudity on Principal Celestia’s screen. >You almost feel attacked, violated in a way, but this sensation only funnels down into the fact that you’re no less depraved anyway and simply justifies your side of this gutter dancing with your mind. >”I’m… so sorry.” Wheezes Celestia with a bright red face and a wide pair of bright white eyes. “I don’t know what else to say…” “Describe your panties for me.” You give Celestia something to say once again, glancing over to your still recording phone. “How they fit you, the color and design… then describe your pussy~.” >It isn’t much longer before you drag the bottom of her shirt up enough to expose the smooth creamy bare skin of her lower midriff. >Her protests to where she knows this is going are swallowed by the liplocking you two share. >An attempt by her hands to tug the rising fabric back down is outmatched by the hem of her shirt being dragged higher up her lower back and tummy… >Your touch roams across Principal Celestia’s sexy bellybutton that’s now partially exposed… then you hike her shirt up higher to completely bare Principal Celestia’s smooth rising and falling tummy… >”Like my bra… my panties are purple and lacy…” Principal Celestia resumes. “They're a really good snug fit, just like my bra cups. My panty straps hug my hips very comfortably. The back is high cut and… doesn’t cover my bottom all the way… my cheeks are mostly exposed under my pants…” >Your emboldened touch caressing the smooth bare skin of Principal Celestia’s exposed midriff makes her tummy breathe faster against your roaming hands… >”My… p-pussy…” Principal Celestia stammers through quivering lips… “My pussy is nicely cradled in the front of my purple lace panties… getting moist… my vulva… there’s a growing slick warmth between my… v-vulva lips…” “You’re wet down there because you’re horny for your favorite student.” You reach for the phone, now ready to add a strip show from Principal Celestia to her confession audio. >”Yes… I’m a… a fucking pervert…” Principal Celestia’s voice becomes shaky with emotion as she watched you point the camera towards her. “A pervert that likes young boys like you…” >You tug the collar of that shirt outward against to see Principal Celestia’s purple bra strap. >”Someone could come catch us in here.” Celestia again weighed the consequences in her head. “Look, it’d take less time if I have to put my clothes back on if another student gets sent here today. I’ll let you see anything you want, just… I’ll even masturbate to the video for you, I’ll do it. J-just… don’t make it harder not to get caught.” >Principal Celestia stares at you for the longest time with an unintentional but unwillingly sultry lip-bite before you respond. “Isn’t the door locked?” >”I’m not stalling, I swear.” Principal Celestia adds for clarification, surprisingly coherent for how horny she’s getting. “But if someone goes to Luna and annoys her instead because my door is locked, she will use her own key to unlock the door. She’s done it before.” >Your hand runs up and down her body. >”I’ll still masturbate for you, just… if someone knocks on the door, I better answer it or else Luna’s gonna get inconvenienced and end up catching us both. Especially if I don’t have enough time to… get dressed.” >She continues. >”J-just make me cum in my panties to the video. I’ll do that, then you can film me in the shower like I did to you.” >Both of your minds are wildly racing with possibilities, each with a stew of different emotions making your decisions rash. >”You can trust me. It’s… not like I have a choice anyway…” >Without thinking about it any further, you grab the collar of Principal Celestia’s shirt and violently pull at the collar. >”W-wait… what are…” Principal Celestia’s eyes go wide as saucers when the sound of the fabric getting torn fills the room. >The sudden panicked struggling makes Principal Celestia’s big soft D-cup breasts jiggle enticingly in those purple lace cups of her 36D bra as you force the shirt’s neckline further agape to expose more and more of Principal Celestia’s deep delicious cleavage~~… >The opening atop the shirt becomes loose enough to slip down Principal Celestia’s smooth bare shoulders that are now only clad by her purple bra straps… >Principal Celestia’s fully developed pair of big soft D-cup breasts keep jiggling and shaking in those purple lace 36D bra cups to her panicked jolts of brief resistance, working against her efforts by simply making you get more horny for Principal Celestia~. >That purple lace 36D bra doesn’t even try to cover any of Principal Celestia’s luscious juicy cleavage… a perfect match of the fully developed woman’s description of her body and underwear~. >Your arousal keeps contagiously spreading to her. >As you two battle over Principal Celestia’s increasingly mangled and revealing shirt that’s getting torn wide open and wrestled away, the shared arousal between you two weakens her resistance and supercharges your advances. >Principal Celestia’s clamoring does nothing to slow you down. >”Wait I… wait I- NO! I…” She gasps as the sounds of fabric being torn wider apart continue as her jacket drops to the carpet below… “Don’t! Please don’t! I can’t cover myself if you- NO WAIT~!” She protests before a long and loud tear of fabric fills the room, resulting in the tatters limply draped over her elbows dangling freely before you force them to her wrists. >You hadn’t consented, so neither should Principal Celestia… >Principal Celestia makes little effort to hold on to what remains of her top that only covers her hands and wrists now. >Your phone camera picks up Principal Celestia mashing her soft jiggling 36D-cup bra clad breasts together between her upper arms while she gradually loses grip of her torn apart shirt that inevitably gets tossed to the floor on the opposite side of the room from her. >As Principal Celestia’s soft swinging D-cup boobies bounce and sway around in those barely sufficient bra cups to her sudden motions, Principal Celestia’s big erect nipples underneath those purple lace bra cups betray her by getting fully hard and stiff in a silent but visible announcement of her sexy womanly body’s admission to arousal~~…