> Be Anon
> In retrospect, arguing with a gypsy about Sliders might not have been the best idea
> Even if she did seem like she was having fun
> You wake up in a slightly different world, where everyone is slightly shorter, and has Technicolor skin
> Luckily, your apartment seems to have come with you relatively intact
> Unfortunately, your job did not
> Fortunately, a well-dressed woman propositioned you
> After spending several days enjoying yourself with her, she offered you a job

> You sidle up to your co-teacher
"Say, do you see that blue girl over there, playing with her tits?"
> Spitfire looks at the sidelines of the dodgeball game
> "Oh, you mean Rainbow Dash? What about her?"
> You cough
"Are we supposed to do something about that?"
> She shakes her head
> "No, don't worry about it. If a student really wants stress relief, they'll come to you."
> You digest that for a long moment
"Stress relief?"
> Spitfire looks at you quizzically
> "Yeah, you know, when your body gets all warm and tense, you ask someone to have sex with you. I know Principal Celestia said you were from a different world, but surely it can't be that different?"
> You shrug
"You'd be surprised."
> She shakes her head in wonder
> "Weird. So if I told you to go encourage Fluttershy over there, what would you do?"
> You glance over at the girl hiding behind her hair while reading a book
"Talk to her? Try to get her to see how fun it is to move around and play games?"
> Spitfire waits, a skeptical expression on her face
> Out of the corner of your eye, you see one of the male students approaching
> You tilt your head
"What, am I supposed to eat her out or something?"
> She laughs
> "You really have no idea, that's crazy. I mean, sure you could eat her out, but-"
> "Coach?"
> The male student stands to the side, his shorts pulled down enough to expose his erection
> Spitfire glances down, then nods at him
> She leans forward slightly, and shimmies out of her shorts and panties
> The kid gets behind her and lines himself up with her pussy
> Spitfire grunts as he penetrates her and latches onto her hips
> "Now, where was I?"
> You tear your eyes away from her yellow ass bouncing with each thrust
"Proper forms of encouragement?"
> She snaps her fingers
> "That's right. So, what you should do is feel her up some. Complement her body, give her some confidence in herself."
> You ignore the sound of flesh slapping together, a little dizzy at how things are
"Just to be clear, groping inspires confidence?"
> Spitfire nods
> "Look at Rainbow Dash over there. I've felt her up every day since freshman year, and now she's captain of the soccer team. I tried to get through to Fluttershy in the same way, but I guess she doesn't like girls as much as Rainbow does."
> You aren't really sure what to say to that
> The male student fucking Spitfire slams his hips against her one last time, and sighs in relief
> After lingering inside her for a moment, he pulls out and wipes himself off on her ass
> "Thanks, Coach!"
> Spitfire pulls her shorts back on
> "No problem, kid."
> She nudges you
> "Hey, why don't you try practicing on Fluttershy? I think she just needs a man's touch."
> You hesitate
"You think so?"
> Spitfire rolls her eyes
> "It's why you were hired. Now go on, see if you can't get her to open up."
> You trot over, feeling a sort of excitement and an instinctual anxiety about what you are about to do
> Fluttershy looks up from her book as you approach
> You give her a wave
"Is this seat taken?"
> She looks at the long bench, then back at you
> "No?"
> You sit beside her with a  rueful chuckle
"Maybe that was a dumb joke but anyways, nice to meet you. My name is Anon E. Mous, and I just wanted to check up on you, see how things are going."
> She offers a shy little smile
> "Oh, I'm fine. This is a very interesting book about forest critters."
> You glance at the open pages, only to find detailed illustrations of mating squirrels
> O-kay
"If you don't mind me asking, is there something keeping you from participating in class?"
> Fluttershy shakes her head
> "I don't mind at all, it's just that my breasts are too big and sensitive, so running around and things is painful."
> You glance at her chest
> That is pretty big for her age
> You can't believe what you are about to say
"Well, at least they look very nice."
> Fluttershy looks at you skeptically
> "Do you really think so?"
> You swallow
> You reach out your hand and cup her boob in your hand, squeezing it gently
> "Oh! You really mean it!"
> You stare at her blushing, beaming face
> Well, what do you know
"Let me clarify."
> You kneel before her and slide your hands up under her shirt
> She stares at you with wide eyes as you fondle and knead her soft tits
"You have wonderful, sexy breasts."
> Fluttershy bites her lip
> "Um, Mr. Mous?"
"Yes?"
> Your thumbs rub circles around her nipples
> She squirms in her seat
> "Do you like anything else about my body?"
> You look her up and down, reluctant to stop playing with her boobs
> Still, you have a job as a teacher
"Well, let's see."
> Your hands slide down her sides, coming to rest on her hips
"You have a tight little waist. Could you stand up for me?"
> She nods eagerly and obeys
> You grab her ass, digging your fingers into her soft, yet perky cheeks
"Delicious."
> She squeaks
> You slide your hands down her thighs and calves, gently widening her stance
"And you have wonderfully long, slender legs."
> You duck your head under her skirt and reach up to pull aside her panties
"I like how well trimmed your bush is. While I'm here..."
> You get a grip on her hips and lick her lower lips
> Her legs shake and shiver as you lap more and more deeply at her flower
> "Oh, oh my!"
> She tastes of butterscotch and honey
> Your tongue quests higher up her slit, seeking the Holy Grail
> Her feverishly warm flesh parts easily before your ministrations
> Light spills into the scene as Fluttershy lifts her skirt and runs her fingers through your hair
> Her heavy breathing catches as you find a little nub 
> You give her clit long strokes with your tongue, adding a little swirl with the tip
> She whimpers, her legs trembling and pressing against the sides of your head
> Your mouth and face are now coated in her sweet, tantalizing juices
> You moan happily as you lick and tease and drink from this cute and sexy young woman
> Fluttershy pants, gazing down at you with sultry, needy eyes
> You give her a wink, and start spelling out your name on her clit
> You barely get to the 'u' by the time her thighs clench around your head and her hips roll and surge against you
> You lap greedily as she cums into your mouth
> Fluttershy lets out a low moan, one hand pushing your head deep into her crotch, the other mashing her breast and pinching her nipple
> You swallow again and again, and slowly the flood abates
> Her thighs release their hold and she pushes your head gently from between them
> She collapses onto the bench, her chest still heaving 
> You sit beside her and smile at her
"All in all, you have a lot to be confident about."
> Fluttershy looks down at her knees, then pulls her hair aside to look at you with wide, hopeful eyes
> "If I participated in class, would you encourage me some more?"
> You rest your hand on top of hers, giving it a little squeeze
"Of course. Although, will you be alright? What with your sensitive breasts and all."
> Fluttershy hefts her boobs in her hands, considering
> "It'll be a little uncomfortable, but I guess I can wear two sports bras."
> You give her a kiss on the cheek
"Atta girl. Just let me know when it gets to be too uncomfortable, and I'll give you a massage, how does that sound?"
> She beams at you
> "Perfect! Thank you so much, Mr. Mous."
> You stand up and pat her head fondly
"See you around, Fluttershy."
> As you walk back towards the rest of the students, she waves shyly at you
> You wave back, then jog over to Spitfire
> Before you can say anything, she grabs you by the shirt and pulls you in
> Her lips meet yours passionately, her tongue plundering your unprepared mouth
> After the initial surprise, you pull her in close, one hand on her lower back, the other cupping the back of her head
> She hums happily as your tongue joins the battle, exploring the slick warmth of her mouth
> After several long moments of this, she breaks the kiss and smirks up at you
> "That's my encouragement for a job well done."
> Your hand on her lower back drifts down and grabs a handful of her ass
"My pleasure."
> Coach Spitfire laughs, and pushes you gently away
> "Save it for after school, we still have  students to teach."
> You step back
"That a promise?"
> She smirks at you
> "It might take a couple hours to properly show my appreciation. Look forward to it."
> You grin
"Oh, I definitely will."

> Be Anon, laying in bed with Spitfire and Celestia snuggled up against you
> Spitfire traces little spirals down your belly, closer and closer to your crotch
> For the fifth time this evening, little Captain Anon stands to attention
> Celestia giggles and reaches down to fondle your balls
> You return the favor, burying your hands in their soft, thick thighs and rubbing circles on the hood of their clits
> They squirm against you, and Spitfire grabs your cock with a skilled hand
> Celestia gives your ballsack a gently squeeze
> "That reminds me, it has come to my attention that some of the students do not know how to swim. If you two could take care of that, I would appreciate it."
> What about this reminds her of that?
> Spitfire pushes herself up onto your chest, her tits soft and warm against your skin
> She begins to suck on one of Celestia's nipples
"Uh, sure thing. I don't mind coming in on a Saturday, if that is convenient for the kids."
> Celestia drapes a leg across your own, hips rolling as she humps your hand
> "That would be perfect."
> Spitfire pauses in her suckling and looks up at you
> "We'll need to split up when the boys and girls are scheduled to learn. It's already embarrassing for them, no need to make it worse by having the opposite sex watch."
> You nod, and pump two fingers inside of her
> She practically purrs, nuzzling against your chest
"I'll take the girls this coming Saturday, you take the boys the one after?"
> Spitfire pants as you feel her approach yet another orgasm
> "Ye-hes, sounds, mmm, like a plan."
> Celestia lets go of your balls and pushes two fingers into Spitfire's mouth
> She sucks greedily on them, moaning in pleasure
> Her thighs trap your hand as she climaxes, shuddering on top of you
> Spent, she rolls off to your side
> Celestia licks your cheek
> "I'm glad that's settled. Since it looks like Spitfire is done for now..."
> She straddles your lap, her pussy a tantalizing inch above your erection
> "This next load is all mine."
> With that, she spears herself on your cock, crying out in pleasure
> You groan, the amount of stimulation your dick is getting is almost painful
> You grab her arms and pull her down for a kiss
> Her lips are soft and warm, parting eagerly to accept your affection
> Her long hair falls around your head, and in that moment there is nothing but you and her, her impressive breasts pressed against your chest, her writhing pussy milking your cock
> Your hips move by themselves, matching her rhythm as you thrust again and again into her hot, wet depths
> Celestia's tongue is playful in your mouth, flicking at twisting against your tongue
> Suddenly, you hear the sound of fleshy slap
> Celestia jolts, tightening around your dick
> She breaks the kiss to give a smug Spitfire an unamused look
> "Well? Keep going."
> Spitefire salutes
> "Yes boss."
> The next spanking has Celestia quivering and moaning on top of you
> You cup her cheek gently, and push your thumb into her mouth
> She leans into your touch and sucks on your thumb with a blissful expression
> In contrast, her frantic humping is sending waves of pleasure surging and cresting within you
> Each slap has her clamp down on you, milking you cock for all its worth
> You don't know if you can take much more of this 
> Luckily, you don't have to
> You hear a particularly loud slap, and Celestia collapses
> Her pussy spasms and writhes, pushing you over the edge
> You instinctively thrust as deep as possible as you twitch and fire within her
> Celestia moans, grinding her hips against yours as you pump her full of your cum
> As the two of you come down from your mutual orgasm, you stroke her hair as she lays her head on your chest
> Spitfire flops back down beside you, and grabs your arm to cuddle with
> You sigh contentedly
"Good job, team."
> The two women giggle, and nuzzle against you
> Celestia reaches out and rests her hand on Spitfire's toned belly
> "Mind if I just sleep on top of him tonight? I'm finding it hard to want to move."
> Spitfire pats her boss's ass fondly
> "I don't mind."
> You raise an eyebrow
"Don't I get a say in this?"
> Celestia puts a finger on your lips
> "Shhh, pillows don't talk."
> You chuckle
"Fair enough."


> You stand by the pool, the faint aroma of chlorine in the air
> Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon are a little surprising, but maybe they were sufficiently spoiled to avoid learning
> Meanwhile, Trixie stands naked before you, arms on her hips and chest thrust out proudly
> ...
"Trixie, you're a junior, how do you not know how to swim?"
> She sniffs
> "The Voluptuous and Athletic Trixie knows how to swim, she was merely given a pre-emptive detention for disrupting class."
> You rub your face, and the two freshman girls giggle
"Does this have anything to do with why you are naked?"
> She nods sharply
> "I refuse to conceal my Perky and Toned body when swimming. Coach Spitfire claims the Thick and Bountiful Trixie excites the boys too much, though no mere swimsuit would prevent that outcome."
> What are you supposed to do about this?
> You just sigh, and turn to the freshman
"So, do you have any particular difficulty with swimming, or is it just not knowing the motions well enough?"
> The girls glance at each other, then Silver Spoon looks down at her feet
> Diamond Tiara looks into your eyes and lifts her chin arrogantly
> "Swimming is beneath me, why should I have to paddle like a dog?"
> You raise your eyebrows
"So, if you found a more graceful way of swimming, you would learn how?"
> She grimaces
> "If that even exists, yes."
> You nod
"I can work with that. How about you, Miss Spoon?"
> The girl in question blushes, and mumbles something
> You crouch down in front of her, and give her your best supportive smile
"Could you repeat that?"
> She licks her lips, but can't bring herself to speak
> You reach out and rest your hand on her chest, your thumb rubbing circles in the fabric of the fuscia one piece covering her modest breasts
> She looks up at you, still blushing, but with a resolute expression
> "I'm afraid of drowning."
> You smile reassuringly, and give her nipple a gentle pinch through the fabric
"We'll defeat that fear together."
> With a grunt, you stand up
"Alright, here's what we'll do. Trixie and I will demonstrate different strokes for Ms. Tiara. Once you see one you like,"
> You nod to the girl in question
"Trixie can teach it to you, while I ease Ms. Spoon into things."
> Trixie's gaze flickers between your face and the obvious bulge in your swimming trunks
> "Are you sure there is nothing the Tight and Ready Trixie can help you with first?"
> You shake your head
"Not right now. Come on, let's swim."
> She pouts, but follows you into the water
> The indoor pool is warm, practically skin temperature, and you slip in easily
> You start off with the breast stroke and swim the length of the pool a couple of times before switching to a new stroke
> From time to time, you catch glimpses of Trixie's body
> You have to admit, it's not like she doesn't have a reason to be vain
> "Mr. Anon!"
> You stop, making your way to the side of the pool and climb out
"Yes, Diamond?"
> She rubs her thighs together, staring at your obvious erection for two out of every three seconds
> "I think I can be motivated to learn the one where you swim on your side."
> She's just short enough that you have to lean down a fair bit to kiss her, while your left hand gently cups the back of her head
> Diamond Tiara wordlessly whines, her tongue pushing past your lips to tangle with your own
> She gropes for your right arm and when she finds it, she guides your hand down to her pussy
> Her flower is hot and dripping with sticky nectar
> Your fingers rub and tease at her entrance, slipping in every once in a while to make her squirm
> Ms. Tiara breaks the kiss, leaning heavily on the arm that is giving her so much pleasure
> You glance over your shoulder to see Trixie has stopped swimming entirely, and is fingering herself vigorously while mashing her tit with her free hand
> Diamond Tiara mewls and whines as she humps your hand, clutching your arm and forcing your fingers inside herself with her other hand
> You probe deeper into your student, rubbing against her slippery and writhing inner walls
> She pants in uneven, fitful bursts as she shudders against you
> She cries out, her pussy clenching down and milking your fingers with primal need
> You keep up your assualt on her womanhood, slowing only as she comes down from her orgasm
> She takes an unsteady step back, a blissful expression on her face
> "Thanks, Mr. Anon. I think I'm ready to learn, now."
> Trixie paddles over to the side of the pool, her mouth twisted in dissatisfaction
> "The Wet and Skillful Trixie would like to relieve you, Mr. Anon. Will you not take responsibility for the sight of your boner?"
> You turn an amused smirk on the girl
"Am I disrupting your concentration? Well, that is inevitable, so you'll have to live with it until after the lesson."
> She pouts
> "The Humble and Contrite Trixie is considering the error of her ways."
> You chuckle
"That's good to hear. If you teach Diamond Tiara well, I'll be sure to reward you to our mutual satisfaction."
> Trixie salutes
> "Yes sir!"
> You can't help but smile at her antics
> Two down
> Silver Spoon fidgets as you turn towards her
"Sorry for the wait. Are you comfortable enough with the ladder, or do you want to use the ramp?"
> She straightens up and swallows
> "I can handle the ladder, i-if you hold me to keep me from falling."
> You give her a nod
"Then let's do that."
> You jump back into the pool and turn to face the ladder on the shallow end
> Silver clutches the metal pipes as she slowly backs towards the edge of the concrete
> You lightly cup her thighs as she takes one step down
> As she takes another hesitant step, you move up to cup her cute butt
> You can't help but give it a little squeeze 
> Silver Spoon looks over her shoulder with a smile
> "Thanks."
> You wink at her
"You're welcome."
> A few more steps, and her feet find the floor
> She turns around and latches onto your arms, the waterline just barely covering her bust
> You get a grip on her slender arms
"Alright, I'm going to pull you, so go ahead and practice kicking your legs. Ready?"
> Ms. Spoon swallows, then nods
> You start off slow, gliding backwards
> The girl huffs and puffs, thrashing the water behind her
> You pull her more quickly to match her speed
"Easy, easy. I've got you, just focus on how much you actually need to kick to move forward."
> She blushes, and while her deathgrip on your arms never slackens, she relaxes enough to get the hang of kicking
> Soon enough, she's ready for the next step
> You place on hand on her belly, and the other on her sternum, pressed against the edge of her soft underboob
> You lift until she is horizontal, with her head still above the water
"You were watching before, right? Let's try out the various strokes, so you can find one that's comfortable for you."
> Silver Spoon nods, and begins to move her arms
> She seems to be getting the hang of it, so you glance over to where Trixie is teaching Ms. Tiara
> They are doing surprisingly well, you're glad they are taking this seriously
> You return your attention to the girl on your hands, easily keeping pace with her movements
> Despite how well she is doing, you can feel her breathing faster and faster
"Hey let's take a break, alight?"
> She slows to a stop and nods
> You set her back onto her feet, but her knees give out almost immediately
> She yelps, and you quickly grab her before she can sink
> You chuckle as she clings to your chest
"Sorry, I didn't think about how tired your legs must be."
> Silver Spoon groans in embarrassment
> "Ugh, why do I have to be so lame?"
> You tow her towards the stairs, sitting down on one of the steps
> You set her on your lap
"You're not lame, you're just learning. No one is perfect at the start, but you're making good progress."
> She pouts, and you have to smile at that
> You rub her thigh, slowly circling closer and closer to her inner thigh
"While we're here, how about you try putting your face underwater?"
> Silver grimaces
> "Do I have to?"
> You move your hand from her thigh to her pussy, a meager strip of synthetic fabric separating your fingers and her flower
"I think you'll come to like it."
> She blushes, small hip movements grinding her sex against your hand
> "If you say so."
> You tug the crotch of her swimsuit to the side
"Whenever you're ready."
> Silver Spoon glances at you, then nods decisively
> She takes a deep breath, then leans forward until her face is just below the water
> You slip a finger inside her, rubbing slowly at her inner walls
> She sits straight with a gasp, and frantically wipes water from her face
> You just watch, keeping your movements slow and small
> Once she catches her breath, she looks at you
> "I'm going to try again."
> You nod pleasantly
"Keep at it."
> You slip a second finger inside, and she squirms a little, a faint whimper escaping her lips
> She takes a few more breaths, settling down, then she tries again
> Silver Spoon lasts longer this time, almost six seconds 
> When she surfaces, she is much calmer about wiping the water from her face
> You pump your fingers in and out in time with her breathing
> She looks at you with flushed cheeks
> "I think I need some more encouragement."
> Her slender hand slips into your swimming trunks and pulls put your erection
> You let out a shuddering breath as she strokes your manhood 
"I think I can give that to you."
> Silver Spoon beams at you, and quickly moves to straddle your lap
> "Thank you so-"
> Her hips jerk as you withdraw your fingers
> "Oh, so very-"
> She lowers herself onto your cock, the tip just barely pushing apart her folds
> "-much!"
> She moans and shudders as she takes more and more of you inside her tight passage
> You groan with pleasure, your hands on her hips, gently pressing down
> When she finally hilts, you can feel every fold of her pussy on your dick as she orgasms
> She collapses against your chest, her thighs clenched around your torso
> You stroke her back and give her cute little butt as squeeze as she comes down from her ecstasy
> When she finally catches her breath, she gives you a wide smile, and kisses your cheek
> "Thanks, that was great!"
> Wait, is she-
> Silver Spoon stands up, your painfully hard dick slipping out of her pussy
> It takes a considerable amount of self control not to just jam her back onto your cock and pound her tight little pussy for all its worth
> Upon reflection, however, if she came just from hilting once, then by the time you are satisfied she would probably have a hard time swimming, or even walking, for that matter
> That doesn't change the fact that even by the time the swimming lesson is over, you are looking forward to rewarding Trixie as much as she is

> You shower in the men's locker room, washing off the chlorine smell
> You hear the door creak open, and you can easily guess who it is
> A nude Trixie approaches you meekly, her hands clasped before her and her arms pressing her breasts together
> "The Patient and Responsible Trixie is wondering if she was good enough for a reward?"
> You beckon her closer, and she joins you under the spray of water
"Do you think you'll wear a swimsuit for class?"
> She glances down at your cock, and swallows
> "I think I know why I shouldn't distract the boys, now. I will wear a swimsuit next time."
> You grab her by the hips and pull her close
> She looks up at your hopefully, her hands resting on your chest
"Sounds like you've learned your lesson. Now, how about we make it stick?"
> Trixie begins to grin as she reaches down and guides your cock between her water-slick thighs
> "The Wet and Ready Trixie will strive to memorize this lesson."
> You cock slips inside her, bathed in her arousal
> Trixie hums in delight, wrapping her arms around your neck 
> You thrust into her, exulting in the sensation of her soft, slippery body pressed against yours
> Your hands slide from her hips to her ass, kneading and spreading her delicious flesh
> She moans, pulling herself up and wrapping her legs around your waist
> You have to lean back to keep your balance
> Trixie's hips roll and surge against you, sending waves of pleasure through you 
> Your fingers dig deep into her pliant butt cheeks as you lift her up
> You kiss her mouth, your tongue easily gaining entry 
> She tastes sweet, with a hint of peanut butter
> The girl hums happily, exploring your mouth in turn
> You thrust again and again into her depths, inching ever closer to release
> You take a few careful steps, and she gasps, breaking the kiss as the cold tiles of the wall touch her back
> Trixie scowls up at you
> "A little warning, please?"
> You give her ass an extra firm squeeze
"Sorry, I wasn't thinking. Speaking of warnings, where do you want me to cum?"
> Her legs tighten around you
> "Inside, of course!"
> You chuckle, and resume pounding her pussy
"As you wish."
> You press into her against the wall, her body practically melting as she clings to you
> She whimpers, showering your chest and neck with kisses
> Trixie grinds against your pelvis, her inner walls worshiping your length
> The air is thick with steam and the smell of sex
> Your body is hot, from the heat of the shower, from the heat of exertion, and from the heat of desire
> Trixie's eyes are clenched closed as she roils and writhes against you
> "Cum inside me, Mr. Anon! Fill me up! Give me everything you have, every last drop!"
> All rational thought slips from your mind as you hear those words
> You thrust into her with animal frenzy, answering the primal desire of her body with your own
> Her legs tighten around you almost painfully, as you thrust as deep as you can
> Your seed erupts inside of her, each pulse carrying the heat of the lust that has been building the entire morning
> Trixie cries out in wonder, shuddering and quivering with pleasure
> Gradually, she relaxes in the warm water raining down on you both
> You set her down on her shaky legs, leaving a hand on her lower back to steady her
> She rubs her cheeks, and chuckles
> "I don't think I'll have any trouble remembering my lesson now."
> You can't help but laugh as well
"I should hope not."
> The two of you spend a few more minutes in the shower, washing off the remnants of your love making
> All in all, a pretty successful day, you think

> Be Anon, in a white T-shirt and grey sweatpants
> As you walk into the meeting room, you get the distinct feeling you are underdressed
> Slacks, jackets, frilly blouses and pressed shirts as far as the eye can see
> An unfamiliar blonde woman in a pink turtle-neck and purple suit sneers at you
> Considering that she's lounging in front of the projection screen, you suspect you just made a poor impression on the consultant the education board sent
> You give her a polite nod, and head towards the back of the room
> On the way, you snag a blue berry donut from the boxes on the table
> On one hand, it's not like you really need to impress anyone
> On the other hand, you do feel you owe Celestia, so it's not great that you reflect poorly on the school right now
> Ah well, not much you can do about it now
> You spy an empty seat at the end of an aisle, next to Vice Principal Luna
> You jog over
"This seat taken?"
> Luna looks up in surprise
> "Anonymous, good morning. By all means, the seat is yours."
> You nod your thanks and settle in
"Mornin' Luna."
> You yawn, wiping tired tears from your eyes with your free hand
> Luna raises an eyebrow
> "Are you still not used to an 8 o'clock schedule?"
> You shake your head
"No, I just kept waking up all night. Must have gotten six hours of sleep over nine hours in bed."
> She grimaces
> "That sounds unpleasant. If you like, I can watch you while you sleep this weekend, that way we can figure out what's interfering with your rest."
> You raise your eyebrows
"You want to watch me sleep?"
> Luna blushes
> "It's not that, I've always been fascinated by sleep and dreaming, and I got to work at a sleep lab when I was studying psychology. It wouldn't be the full set up, but I-"
> The board consultant clears her throat
> Almost immediately, everyone quiets down
> You lean over a bit to whisper into Luna's ear
"Worth a try. Let's talk more after this."
> Luna gives you a small smile and nods

> The presentation is painfully dull
> Something something initiative
> Progress assessment rubric 
> Teaching for the workplace
> Discipline and diligence
> And so on
> Even this Ms. Harshwhinny's somewhat posh accent isn't enough to keep your attention focused
> Eating the donut was a mistake, as well
> You were already tired, and now you're crashing from the aftereffects of the sugar rush
> You feel yourself start to nod off
> A hand grabs your knee and gives your leg a shake
> You jolt back into full awareness and give Luna a rueful smile
"Thanks."
> She returns the smile, and scribbles something on the legal pad on her lap
> You glance at Ms. Harshwhinny, who doesn't seem to have noticed your little lapse
> Something- ah, the legal pad- jabs you in the stomach
> You take it, as well as the pen Luna hands you
> On the paper, in neat and pretty handwriting, is a short message
> 'I'm bored, you're tired, why don't we fix that?'
> You raise an eyebrow and write,
'What did you have in mind?'
> You pass the pad back
> Luna takes the pen and writes quickly
> 'Let's give each other a hand.'
> You start to write a response
'What do you mea-'
> You get your answer as Luna slips a hand under your waistband and curls her fingers around your cock
> You inhale sharply, feeling at once like you are dreaming, but also wide awake
> She doesn't do much more, just tightening and relaxing her fingers around your rapidly hardening length
> You keep your breathing steady and decide to return the favor
> You try to slide a hand down her pants, but the waist is too tight
> A flick of your fingers, and the button is unfastened
> With this new slack, you easily slip behind her silky panties 
> Your fingers press lightly against her warm skin, then onward through her trim little bush 
> Her labia are velvety to your touch, flatteringly hot with her arousal
> You stroke the sensitive skin, matching the pace Luna is taking with your dick
> You keep your eyes forward, trying to at least pretend to pay attention to the presentation
> Out of the corner of your eye, you see Luna pick the pad up and resume taking notes left-handed
> You can't help but be impressed at her ambidexterity, as well as her focus
> ...
> You want to disrupt that focus
> You rub your palm over the mound hiding her clit
> Luna's hips jerk, her hand on your cock clenching
> She spares you a petulant glare, then turns back to face the slideshow
> Cute
> You let up for the moment, but you have definitely found something to keep the two of you entertained

> Celestia occasionally mentioned that she and Luna would get caught up in prank wars
> It's only now that you are three fingers deep that you remember her saying how competitive Luna could be
> For her part, Luna jerking you off pretty vigorously
> Using hand lotion is cheating, you think
> Unfortunately for fair play, the referee that is your dick is being heavily bribed
> You bite your lip to keep from making noise
> You are painfully close to release
> Your fingers quest as deep as they can, searching Luna's tunnel for that one sweet spot to turn the tide of this wank war
> It's not enough
> Her hand encloses your glans, her lotion-slick fingers rapidly rolling over the underside
> You seize up, helplessly thrusting into her grip as you cum
> Luna stares at the damp spot forming on the crotch of your sweatpants
> She gently removes her hand, covered in lotion and semen
> You likewise extract yourself from her crotch
> She wipes off her hand with a handkerchief from her purse, then writes something on the legal pad
> 'Sorry about that. At least you're awake now. :)'
> You roll your eyes, but you still respond
'Yeah, things really got out of hand. Badum tish.'
> Luna groans and you smile

> After the presentation, most of the faculty wander off
> You would do the same, but Ms. Harshwhinny is heading directly for you
> You stand, a sinking feeling in your stomach
> Luna stands beside you, and gives your butt a reassuring squeeze
> The consultant looks you up and down, obviously unimpressed
> "And what is it you do here, Mr..."
> You give her a polite grimace
"Anonymous. I am an assistant Physical Education teacher."
> She frowns
> "I suppose that explains your..."
> Her eyes flicker to the damp spot on your crotch
> "...athletic appearance. Regardless, while I recognize that my presentation was mostly for real teachers, you really should try to act in a more professional manner, and not distract those around you."
> You open your mouth to retort, but Luna beats you to it
> "Ms. Harshwhinny, I was the one to initiate our little exchange, and you are free to look over my notes if you feel my attention was lacking. Furthermore, I do not appreciate the implication that Anonymous is a less valid member of the faculty, merely because of the field of content he covers."
> The women glare at each other for a long moment, and you are loathe to interrupt
> Finally, Ms. Harshwhinny sniffs
> "I'll take your word for your capabilities, Vice Principal Luna. However, the board does have some concern about how abruptly and arbitrary Mr. Anonymous was hired. As such, I would like to assess his skills in order to assuage their worries. I trust you do not object?"
> Luna frowns
> "Will you be monitoring his classes, then?"
> The blonde woman laughs
> "Oh no, nothing so prolonged. I will merely see how he does with me, by the numbers. What do you say, Mr. Anonymous? Shall we get this over with now, or do you have prior engagements?"
> You smile, finally on more familiar conversational ground
"Now is fine."
> Ms. Harshwhinny smiles
> "Very good. Any objections, Ms. Luna?"
> Luna crosses her arms
> "I have none at this time."
> The consultant nods, then looks at you
> "You may start when ready."
> You take a step forward, a mere few inches from her chest
"Good."
> Then you lift her chin and kiss her on the lips
> She smells of lavender, with an undercurrent of citrus
> As you kiss her more and more insistently, your hands explore her face, cupping her cheeks, stroking her neck, pushing through her silky hair to caress her scalp
> Her breathing deepens, and almost unconsciously her hands come to rest on your chest
> You look into her half-lidded eyes, and smile against her mouth
> Your tongue meets no resistance as it parts her lips and samples her mouth
> As you deepen the kiss, she clasps her hands behind your neck
> You reciprocate by wrapping your arms around her, resting your hands on her lower back and pressing her against you
> Ms. Harshwhinny hums in approval
> You can see Luna out of the corner of your eye, rubbing her thighs together
> You gradually tighten your embrace, until you can feel every line of the blonde businesswoman's body against your own
> When you finally loosen your hold and break the kiss, she's panting and blushing
> You can't help but smile a little at the contrast to her more uptight persona
> She senses your amusement, and struggles to regain her composure
> "I will grant that you are an acceptable kisser."
> Luna scoffs
> "Just acceptable?"
> She steps closer and sticks her hand down Ms. Harshwhinny's pants
> The businesswoman yelps and Luna smirks
> "You're remarkably wet for a merely 'acceptable' performance."
> Ms. Harshwhinny yanks Luna's hand out and scowls
> "My assessment is far from over, and I will not have you interfering on his behalf. However..."
> She eyes Luna's bust
> "He should be able to handle two female students at once. You will do nicely as a test of his multitasking ability."
> Luna shrugs
> "Fair enough."
> Ms. Harshwhinny begins taking off her jacket
> "Mr. Anonymous, I would ask that you attend to our breasts, now."
> You nod
"Understood."
> You can't help but stare as the women pull off their shirts and bras in a single motion
> The blonde is somewhat more than a handful, while Luna is somewhere between a b and a c cup, if you had to guess
> The businesswoman smirks, thrusting out her chest
> Luna rolls her eyes, and merely steps into your arm's reach 
> You start slow, softly tracing lines on their tender flesh with your fingertips
> It takes some concentration to account for the size difference as you stroke their tits
> You spiral closer and closer to their nipples, until you are making quick, light circles around their areolas
> Ms. Harshwhinny makes an abortive movement with her arm, clenching her fist
> Since she is also rubbing her thighs together, you think you've teased her long enough
> You start kneading her breast, varying the strength of your grasping, crushing grip, letting your thumb flick her nipple at the end of the motion
> Her face tenses up, her eyes tightly shut as she struggles to retain her composure
> Meanwhile, Luna leans into your touch, humming with pleasure 
> One hand clutches your wrist, the other grasps at her other tit, mashing and pulling and pinching
> Satisfied that she is well in hand, you focus once more on the squirming Ms. Harshwhinny
> You give her a chaste kiss on the lips, then another on her jaw, then neck, and so on down her chest until you give her firm nipple a peck
> She leans against your hand, instinctively trying to chase the fleeting pleasure of your mouth
> You answer her need by slurping her nipple up, sucking on it while your tongue circles and flicks around the sensitive nub
> The blonde groans, her hand running through your hair, pressing your face deeper into her dirty pillow
> Luna makes a low, throaty chuckle
> "I'd say this is at least acceptable, wouldn't you?"
> Ms. Harshwhinny opens her eyes blearily, staring at Luna in incomprehension
> You give her nipple a pinch
> Her breath catches, and her already rosy cheeks blush a deeper red
> "Ah, yes, of course. Perhaps it is time to move on to the final matter."
> You let go of their boobs, Harshwhinny's nipple leaving your mouth with a small pop
> You are pretty satisfied with how her chest is heaving, and with how Luna is licking her lips in anticipation
"Oral next, I assume?"
> As you all strip nude, Ms. Harshwhinny coughs
> "That, ah, won't be necessary."
> You raise your eyebrow
"Are you sure?"
> Luna grins in a predatory manner
> "Yes, Ms. Harshwhinny, surely this is a crucial part of his skill set to test?"
> The businesswoman blushes, and even though her hand covers her pussy, it cannot hide the juices running down her inner thighs
> "I am sufficiently lubricated, and I am sure we all have peo- things to do today."
> She abruptly turns around and braces her arms on the meeting room table
> Ms. Harshwhinny widens her stance, presenting her glistening flower to you
> "Now, please, Mr. Anonymous, carry on."
> You grab a handful of her ass, pulling it to the side as you line up your erection with her slit
> She inhales sharply, but makes no comment
> You rub the head of your cock up and down her labia, slick and hot with her arousal
> She groans
> "Just stick it in already!"
> Luna comes up behind you, pressing her naked body against your back
> She whispers in your ear,
> "Let's put her out of her misery."
> Then she thrusts her hips against you, pushing your dick into Ms. Harshwhinny's honeyed depths
> The blonde cries out in pleasure, her back arching 
> You start slow, exulting in how Luna's breasts and thighs rub against you in order to match your motions
> She reaches around you to latch onto Harshwhinny's hips
> "I've got this, now show her what you can do."
> You grin
"As you wish."
> You lean forward, one hand finding the businesswoman's tit, the other dipping into the valley between her thighs and rubbing circles on the hood of her clit
> Ms. Harshwhinny is panting, making wordless whining noises 
> Her hips roll and buck, eagerly impaling herself again and again on your cock
> You can't shake the feeling you're forgetting something
> It doesn't help that Luna is whispering the same phrase in your ear, over and over,
> "Fuck that arrogant bitch!"
> Thanks for the input, but you're already doing that
> You look down in contemplation, idly admiring the jiggling of Ms. Harshwhinny's child-bearing hips and delicious ass
> ...
> Oh yeah,
"Do you want it inside or out?"
> Luna growls in your ear, 
> "Inside!"
> For her part, Harshwhinny doesn't seem to have heard you
> You let go of her tit and grab her long, silky hair and give it a tug
> Her head turns to the side a little, and you catch the glazed look in her eye
> Right
> You grab her shoulder and shake her a bit
> The businesswoman blinks, then looks over her shoulder at you, while still thrusting herself upon your cock
> "Yes?"
> You give her a professionally bland smile
"Would you like me to cum inside of you, or outside?"
> She stares at you a little longer, and you start to wonder if you are actually fucking her stupid
> Then she opens her eyes wide
> "Outside! Definitely outside."
> You ruffle her hair, partly because it's cute, partly because you like messing with her carefully maintained appearance
"Understood."
> She gives you a grateful smile, then goes a little cross-eyed as you thrust particularly deep inside her
> "Than-nnn, oh, thank you."
> Fuck
> What little restraint you had is gone
> You start pounding her ass as hard as you can, meaty slaps echoing in the conference room
> Harshwhinny's head thrashes up, then down as her moans get progressively louder
> Luna is barely keeping up, her body writhing against yours
> She is panting with desire, and whispering evil thoughts into your ear
> "You know you want to fill her up."
> She lets go of Harshwhinny's hip with one hand in order to cradle your balls
> "I want to feel you knock her up, Mr. Anonymous."
> You try to ignore her as you rail Harshwhinny
> But it's increasingly difficult
> "Can you feel her clench around you?"
> Yes, you most certainly can
> "Can you feel how hot and wet she is for you?"
> It's like you're burying your cock in its own personal sauna, with a Swedish masseuse rubbing every inch of your length
> "She wants your cum. Why don't you give it to her?"
> Luna thrusts along with you, but her hips trap you a little longer each time as you hilt
> You are quickly realizing what a dangerous position you are in
> You look over your shoulder into Luna's smoldering eyes
"Some other time, right now I have to cum on her ass."
> Meanwhile, Ms. Harshwhinny's pussy is clamping down something fierce, pulsing and quivering around your length
> You hang on by the skin of your teeth
> Luna pouts
> "Fine, but let me aim."
"Deal."
> You pull out as the businesswoman shudders in the last dregs of her orgasm
> You cock barely has the time to cool in the air before Luna's hand wraps around it
> She rests her chin on your shoulder, pumping your dick, still slick with Harshwhinny's cum
> Meanwhile, she gently massages your balls
> "Cum for me."
> You teeter on the edge of orgasm, gasping for air as Luna's grip on your shaft tightens
> "Give her your cum!"
> Your body responds to her command, white hot pleasure flooding your mind
> Luna giggles, pumping rope after rope onto Harshwhinny's ass
> She pushes you a little closer, aiming carefully
> The last of your seed lands on the blonde's puffy pink vulva
> The sight sends an aftershock of arousal through you, even as you begin to soften
> Ms. Harshwhinny waits a little longer, then shakily pushes off of the table
> Luna amuses herself by remaining draped across your back, and jiggling your balls
> "So, what do you think? Was that acceptable?"
> The blonde shudders
> "Acceptable? Acceptable?"
> She squirms happily, a hand stroking her pussy and picking up your semen
> "That was the best orgasm I have ever had!"
> She giggles, licking her fingers clean
"I'm glad it was good for you too. Do you think this will satisfy the board?"
> The businesswoman waves her hand dismissively as she bends down to retrieve her pants
> "Oh, rest assured, that will not be a problem. Rather..."
> She pulls up her panties, turning around to show the jizz on her ass soaking into the fabric
> Harshwhinny looks over her shoulder with a wry expression
> "There may be some board members who would come to you for satisfaction. My sympathies."
> You sigh, and reach behind you to pat Luna's butt
"A teacher's work is never done."

> After Ms. Harshwhinny leaves, Luna finally stops clinging to your back
> She sits on the table edge, crossing and uncrossing her legs
> "That went well. Sorry about the whole..."
> You grab a cushioned fold up chair and sit across from her
> It's definitely because your legs are tired from standing, and not at all to more easily admire the intermittent view between her thighs
"Attempted insemination by proxy?"
> Luna blushes
> "I'm not sure what came over me, I hope it wasn't too weird for you."
> You cough
"Rather than weird, it was insanely hot."
> Luna freezes, staring at you with wide eyes
> "It was?"
> You nod
"Want to try it again sometime? It wouldn't be too hard to get Celestia or Spitfire on board."
> She blushes, her toes curling at the idea
> "Not with my sister, but I would like that. How does this coming Sunday sound?"
> You shrug
"Fine by me, and I'll let you know what Spitfire says."
> Luna licks her lips
> "I'll be looking forward to it."