Human Equestria.
>You did it.
>Made it all the way through November without ejaculating once.
>But there was something you discovered during the stupid rebbit challenge: there’s so much pent up energy and stamina within you.
>You’re a borderline superhuman.
>This comes in handy in the upcoming school district competition.
>That one school you hate that keeps winning will finally be forced to break their traditional winning streak because you can out perform all of their athletes by a mile.
>So you entered the contest and rocked the competition at the beginning of December like no one has seen before.
>You bested Crystal Prep within the week before December 10th, surprising absolutely everyone.
>All of their trophies sadly gleamed on their shelves in shame after having zero companions joining them there this time, for the first time in history.
>It was groundbreaking, you run faster, jump higher, shoot nothing but bullseyes in archery, even figured out equations on chalkboards due to your heightened thought processes.
>Might as well attribute this shit to magic, which Cadance would have done had she not figured out why you’re like this.
>Something must have told her that you’ve retained your abilities for a month and a half now, bringing Canterlot High into the finals with flying colors.
>She also must know the two principals of CHS, because you see them talking to eachother all the time.
>You had zero suspicion that Celestia, Luna and Cadance were conspiring against you until around the time it was too late.
>…
>CHS is most likely going to win overall no matter what the final few contests look like for you.
>But you stopped caring about the school, you only care about showing off, and you’re going to keep these abilities for the rest of your life if you can.
>Through your intense greed and pride, you’ve already forgotten what it’s like to jack off.
>Fuck it, you’d rather not remember. You’re too great for that dumb shit anyway; why sap yourself of energy when you could potentially bring the world to its knees?
>This raw ability must not be wasted.
>Once you’re done with this pathetic school, you’ll become the ultimate contender. The only man to be both a virgin and omnipotent simultaneously.
>There will be NOTHING you can’t do; you’ll have the world by the balls.
~
>During one of the swimming competitions, Principal Celestia seems to be eyeing you strangely during one of the races everyone knows you’re going to absolutely dominate.
>Looking at you in your speedo, but with just as much of a “you’re fucking doomed” look as a “I’m seeing something I like” look.
>It’s almost intimidating for you, but you know she must be happy about you winning so much for HER school. Maybe you’re just reading her expression wrong.
>If you weren’t so blinded by your arrogance, you’d imagine what she’s look like swimming with you in a bikini.
>She’s fully dressed in her usual attire, but you can see her curves and stuff making themselves apparent anyway no matter how much she has on.
>You’re glad you don’t care about that bust she’s got going on under there, with those hips straining her pants and belt.
>This woman’s actually very well built, not to mention how remarkably tall she is.
>She still couldn’t overpower you in a wrestling match, because the size of the fight in the dog for you is greater than the size of the dog in the fight for her.
>You could take down a 10 foot tall giant if you wanted to, let alone a curvy 6 foot tall one like Principal Celestia.
>Vice Principal Luna must be so jealous of her.
>But everyone’s jealous of you totally owning that swimming race, finishing before whatever irrelevant contestant who came in at second place.
>You’d have gotten tired of winning by now if you had the ability to get tired; but your stamina supercharges you.
>Supercharges you all the way into spring, when the last of the games happen.
~
>The games aren’t even entertaining anymore, to anyone except you.
>You already know you’re going to win, and everyone else knows it too.
>Remember how powerful you were when you had one month of pent up energy to work with?
>Try five and a half.
>Masturbation isn’t something you remember even happening in your life anymore.
>Sexual arousal is for peasants.
>You finish the swimming races in half the time of whoever came in second place, and everyone gives you a light, unsurprised golf clap.
>The leaderboard has the first place spot covered in dust, with your number resting beneath the particles and strands of cobwebs.
>At this point, you are by far the most powerful virgin in the world; not even the pope can compete because you’re basically God.
>There were several instances of people trying to get you disqualified.
>But all the drug tests came up negative.
>And there’s very conveniently no rules against being overqualified; it’ll take at least several more months to get the legal paperwork pushed through in order to get you on that front.
>And you’re about to graduate anyway (at 19 because you were held back once), so this “danger” doesn’t mean jack shit to you and you flaunt this.
>Competitively, no one can even touch you, and you’d rather they don’t in a literal sense.
>Suspicious that it might give you a wet dream and force you to relinquish all of your epic powers, but you’ve assumed direct control over your dreams as well.
>Because you fucking can.
>The lack of touch also magnifies your drive, makes you put Superman to shame.
>Trying to top you in these competitions is like throwing a plastic spoon at The Terminator. It’s not gonna fuckin’ work.
>Finish a mile run in just under 4 minutes, by like three seconds.
>Be able to bench 270 pounds in the weight room.
>Win every basketball game by scoring a net-only shot from the first point in the game when the ball is tossed in the air and someone grabs it.
>You just grab the ball and toss it right into the basket, then score like twenty more times in the next half an hour or so.
>Do 100 pushups as a warm-up exercise, then 200 sit-ups just for fun.
>What a fucking force of nature you are.
>But no one cares anymore, everyone’s bored of watching you win for the billionth time.
>In fact, no one even likes you anymore because of how narcissistic you’ve become, and you can’t go five minutes without acting like you’re better than everyone else.
>Well, less acting like and more reminding everyone else, as your point of view puts it.
>Everyone just hates you now, and they can’t wait until your braggadocios ass leaves for good.
>They’re only going to have to put up with you for a little bit longer, and then the competitions can become fun again because there will actually be two-sided battles with good sportsmanship again.
>Still kind of sucks that you have already been admitted into the olympics.
>You can sense the spite that’s thick in the air.
>They don’t want you to have nice things anymore because you’ve made it so far without showing a smidgen of respect for this school, its values, or its people.
>But you don’t care; you can afford to have everyone hate you on account of how terrifyingly powerful you are.
>Amazing how the worst of people can be brought out by something so positive: massive success through unthinkable ability.
>And it’s just as amazing how the worst in people is worse than what they thought it would be because they never thought their character could sink that low.
>But human nature is human nature.
>And you’re on top of the whole fucking world, so why should you care what anyone thinks of you?
>How others perceive you would only affect you if they were above you or level to you. This is not the case, and they’re obviously after your prestige here.
>But you’ll never let them take it from you.
~
>There you go, winning 5 more of the final tournaments in the same day; first place by far.
>No one even claps for you anymore, but that’s fine.
>They won’t clap on your behalf; you won’t give a fuck on their behalf.
>Even if you placed last in the final games tomorrow, CHS would be hardly effected in their placement on the overall board.
>They just don’t want to be hated by all the other schools anymore, looking like Crystal Prep on meth.
>Their values shouldn’t be about winning everything, they just want to be about having fun and making friends.
>Suck how they have to have you representing them and hogging all the media attention with your medals and abilities and whatnot.
>Principal Celestia herself was caught saying once that she doesn’t want you to represent what Canterlot High stands for, no matter how much you win.
>She and Vice Principal Luna went to meet with Cadance one day, they closed the door and locked it.
>Came out with messy clothes and hair, with Cadance telling the other two to rest for a couple of hours to build their energy back up.
~
>You’re throwing a victory party for yourself the night before the games even begin.
>Might as well say anyone can come, since you have a feeling no one’s going to show up anyway, for obvious reasons.
>But fuck it, that’s not going to stop you from throwing the party for yourself.
>But to your surprise, someone actually shows up: Principal Celestia.
>She greets you in a surprisingly friendly tone and reveals that she wanted to apologize for saying what she said.
>It takes a couple of minutes for you to realize she’s a little drunk.
>Didn’t really pick up on that at first since it’s not something immediately about you.
>Oh wait, she’s really drunk.
>You sit with her on your living room couch and listen to her talk about something about CHS’s reputation or whatever, and something about how they treat their reputation differently than that of that other school you forgot the name of.
>Celestia scoots closer to you until she can’t anymore because she’s leaning against you.
>Even when she’s drunk, this woman is really strong.
>She puts an arm around you like it’s a movie theater, and you politely accept because holy shit someone actually came to your party about yourself.
>Her questions about you get a little more personal.
>You never thought you’d feel her body’s curves and stuff up close, and it’s exactly the way it is you forgot that you imagined until you.
>She’s somehow firm and soft at the same time, but in all the right places.
>It actually feels really nice to feel her give you a hug, as she presses her chest into the side of your body before you put your own arm behind her.
>That feeling of her body in your embrace sparks something you stopped guarding ages ago, and you have to let go of her now.
>Somewhere in the process of you pulling away from her, the top button of her jacket came undone.
>What scares you is that you don’t know for sure if this happened on its own, or if she did it, or if you did it without realizing.
>The top of the jacket parts and gives way to Celestia’s cleavage that almost pushes the jacket open even more from her bust’s sheer volume.
>”Oh, I’m sorry.” Celestia apologizes without even trying to button her top all the way back up.
>Fantasies flood into your head as the way the second button struggles to stay together makes you want to hug Celestia’s amazing body again.
>But you restrain yourself, having strength over your mind and body, knowing that this is the kind of stuff that would lead to you spilling all of your powers away should you take this too far.
>But you manage to make amends with Celestia, who keeps apologizing for what she said before.
>It’s surprising, but you manage to start feeling bad about the way you’ve been acting in the competitions and tournaments, if those two things are even any different.
>You’re getting vibes that Celestia is about to try to kiss you, but she doesn’t go through with it at first.
>It’s not until you convince her that you’re not going to make something else out of this do you give her the okay to kiss you… by kissing her first.
>You wonder why the shirt Celestia has on underneath is so low-cut at the collar, a little inappropriate for a principal to be wearing, especially a principal with a body like Celestia’s.
>Somehow, things led to Celestia’s other jacket buttons being undone.
>The top she’s wearing underneath doesn’t even go to her belt-line all the way, and you can see a thin sliver of her pink skin giving a hint of her hips and abdomen.
>You’ve kept these kinds of thoughts out of your mind for so long and now the simplest, most insignificant things are making you breathe a little more heavily with sweat on your brow.
>You make her shirt ride up her body a little bit and touch around her smooth abdomen for a while, feeling her gently breathing while running your fingers around her soft bellybutton.
>This isn’t something you should do with your principal, but you’re doing it, and she’s okay with it.
>It’s like you’re making some lewd alliance with her before leaving the school, but she leaves your place before things get taken too far, because she probably knows you would have stopped her which you were about to do anyway.
>…
>Now you’ve gone to sleep.
>As you’re sleeping, you notice something strange happening in your dreams.
>You’re on a black couch in front of an office window that has the blinds closed behind it.
>Lie down on your back, figuring you’d rather sleep because this setting is so boring looking.
>”Enjoying yourself?” Luna’s voice startles you a little.
>She walks in in her usual attire, sitting next to you on the couch with a clip board.
>You answer yes but she doesn’t seem to hear you, only writes something down on her clipboard.
>What did she write down?
>Something your feeling inside distracts you from figuring out the answer to that question yourself, something about Vice Principal Luna’s presence.
>She’s doing /something/ on purpose, you know it.
>You know you have to defend yourself somehow but don’t know what level it needs to be done on.
>But your amazing senses are picking up something sinister within Luna, but maybe it’s paranoia.
>At least that’s what she tells you, but it’s not what you believe. She’s doing something.
>Your eyes aren’t wandering down to her chest for no reason, because you know how to not do that anymore.
>It’s like she turned off all of the training you put yourself through and… wait maybe it was that one party with Celestia that happened.
>You didn’t even remember that until you, you’re just figuring out what’s going on with you, it’s getting past your defenses you’ve set up and now you’re at Luna’s mercy somehow.
>Not an ounce of you considers that this may be a dream, but you feel helpless.
>Something silent tells you that Luna’s clothes are going to start shrinking, and that fear that it will happen causes it to start happening.
>And now you try to sit up but your whole core has become weak, your abdomen isn’t curling to do even one sit-up.
>Luna stops jotting down whatever she was jotting down for a short moment, smirking at you with only one side of her mouth.
>Like weakness is pinning you down and making you appear cute to her.
>You don’t want to be cute, you are a force to be reckoned with.
>She’s not even as big or strong as her older sister, she couldn’t truly see you as cute if she tied, what’s wrong with her?
>This lady can’t afford to be as arrogant as you are.
>Well if that’s true, then why can’t you sit up even after all that display of strength that you showed that made her, Celestia and damn near the whole fucking world angry at you for existing.
>That thought alone plants the possibility of revenge into your suspicion. Did Luna drug you just now?
>You don’t remember eating or drinking anything before sitting down at this place. What were you even doing before this?
>Luna goes back to writing things down on her paper atop the clip board.
>Her dark pink top gets much tighter on her body, showing that she picked up a little bit of the form her sister has.
>Guess it runs in their family; Luna’s pretty well endowed herself.
>Her shirt was tucked in when this began, but it can’t stretch enough to stay that way.
>The more the bottom rim of her shirt slips away from the rim of her jeans, the more it feels like a trap closing in on you.
>Because your thirsty, depraved self cannot look away, trying to find a hint of Luna’s panties under it. She fucking knows this too, you can see it in her eyes.
>This is on purpose, she’s trying to get under your skin and cause you to get an erection.
>Whatever Luna’s writing down must be getting less and less legible, because she’s writing and holding the pen or pencil more frantically with less controlled movements.
>Like she’s starting to scribble everything down like she’s being possessed by a demon or something.
>The clipboard is almost tipping over from this, and Luna’s starting to make these excited breathing noises.
>Her clothes aren’t going to hold for long.
>The rest of her top snaps out from the grip of her pants when the button and fly come open and apart, releasing all grip and letting the shirt get lifted up along her skin it tightens around.
>You can’t even scramble yourself away from her.
>She’s got a hold on you and she hasn’t even really touched you yet.
>”Is something distracting you?” She asks.
>You can’t even answer, only watching her clothes become more and more shrunken on her body.
>The bottom rides up further to expose her bellybutton, her pants start folding down and reveal her black panties.
>She starts trying to grab you by the arms and trying to lean you back.
>Before you know it, she’s reaching into your pants with her eyes glowing.
>Some form of lucidity starts to kick in for you and you suddenly realize this is a dream.
>Your mental strength returns to you, and it dawns on you that Luna has invaded your dreams somehow.
>Some uncanny ability to try and cause you to have a wet dream and waste away all of the powers you’ve gained over all this time.
~
>Your sleep paralysis wakes you up, everything seems to happen in an instant now.
>Just made it out unscathed.
>…
>There was some unrelated reason why the next events were cancelled.
>You want to suspect that everyone was just scared of you being overqualified, but from what you can tell, it seems like there was a cross between a scheduling conflict and sudden bad weather keeping the outdoor games from taking place.
>Either way, there’s no way to prove that Celestia’s episode last night happened beyond your own word that no one would care about anyway since everyone hates you.
>And the dream thing that Luna apparently did is even less provable, and you’re not even completely sure that was anywhere outside of your own imagination because it was a dream anyway.
>Whatever, you came out on top like always, the final games are being moved into the summer, you’re perfectly aware of Celestia and Luna’s plan against you now, and you get to go on early summer vacation in the meantime while waiting since you’re the top athlete and all that.
>The system is so kind to have a way for you to finish your final exams early, which was a breeze due to your unfairly high level of focus on basically anything you choose.
>Now you get to pack your shit and skedaddle on out of here until you have to come back to win the last games and take your trophy home.
>Just drive to the shore or something, somewhere where Celestia can’t get to where you are anywhere near as easily.
>The fact that she is the principal of the school you’re representing didn’t help you try to avoid her advances, since she’s always right there in the place you are required to be at.
>She lets her cleavage show from the tops she chose on purpose, now knowing that the beast within you she’s trying to tame then kill can bleed.
>Luna probably told her, just in case she doesn’t remember what happened when she came over to your selfish little party.
>This is why you take all the necessary steps to cover your tracks and keep Celestia from following you, and it works… and for a good reason too.
>…
>The day you left, Celestia wanted to have a word with you.
>It wasn’t for very long, but the way it went raised some red flags within you:
>”You’ve done a great job” or something along those lines she said to you.
>The way she was sitting just slightly prompted your eyes to drift down.
>She wasn’t wearing anything too revealing this time since she was at her desk, but nothing can stop the unmistakably lewd shape of her body from making itself apparent from under her clothing.
>Even in an every day setting, Principal Celestia is at least PG-13 level in her appearance no matter what she wears.
>No one’s going to look at her and not notice her jacket, undershirt and pants conforming to everything in ways that can’t avoid a slightly lewd rating. It’s just the way she’s shaped.
>The feat of the articles of clothing you can’t see are left to colorful imagination.
>It’s difficult not to wonder how far across the cheeks in the back Celestia’s panties are allowed to go.
>You’re sure Celestia has a bra that fits her well, and that bra better be designed to deal with more delicious proportions, with hand puns trying not to feel intentional.
>Celestia’s no stranger to being completely developed, probably giving even most porn stars reasons to be jealous.
>It took her until her 30’s to get /this/ way, something college girls in their 20’s still need more time to achieve.
>Celestia being a little over six feet tall does nothing but magnify this terrifying but arousing affect she has.
>All of this is what your mind kept bouncing back to as she was talking about things you couldn’t recall.
>Yes, it was a lengthy conversation as it turns out, but Celestia put your mind in the gutter on purpose, you know it was intentional.
>She’s probably trying to weaken you up for Luna, but your willpower is too much for that attempt to handle.
>You politely leave after the conversation ends and soon drive away to get your things and then drive away again but further.
>Nope, she wasn’t able to follow you.
~
>You step out of the car and pick a hotel room.
>Immediately take your mind off of anything Luna could be trying in terms of making it into your dreams again if that thing that happened was even real.
>Like, you definitely dreamt it but maybe it was on your own and not influenced by anything.
>Go ahead and chill a bit until you inevitably crush the next competition.
>All you really do is random things around the place, hang out at the breakfast bar, maybe play tennis by yourself, expect to run into someone who recognizes you as the borderline superhuman you are.
>It’s not long before you get bored.
>So bored that you decide to just sit inside and watch TV for the rest of the day in your bed.
>Start to get tired, which is something that would be a rare occurrence if it were late at night.
>You’re always completely awake and alert during the day, and let your sleep cycle turn everything off and knock you out when it’s supposed to happen.
>Maybe it’s late already and you just weren’t paying attention. Or maybe the drive just tuckered you out a little and then the boredom did the rest.
>As you’re watching movies and other random things on random channels, you try not to think about Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna again.
>Surely they’re nice gals, but you’re not about to let them jeopardize your perfect winning streak just because you acted like a dick towards everybody.
>This perpetual cold-turkey nofap you’ve been embarking on has only heightened you to new amounts never before conceived by man.
>You start to wonder if they would have just tried to help you more had you only not let your untamable emotions get the best of you and explode out of control.
>That was pretty much what planted arrogance into your heart.
>And now it grew too much to just go away, and you couldn’t care less of you further ruin your relationships with these people who are trying to stop you from being everything all the other athletes wish they were naturally.
>Perhaps it was a miscommunication.
>You never really sat (or in this case, lied) down and thought about it for this long, now that there’s no finish line or top spot to fight for.
>Now you can just reflect on things and whatnot, nice and calm and honestly a lot more rational than you were days ago when the competitions were raging on.
>Peacetimes soften you up, so you should be careful, though you might not need to worry due to the sheer nature of your condition.
>You’re not paranoid if they’re actually jealous.
>But you are an asshole if they’re actually feeling betrayed.
>…
~
>You don’t even remember falling asleep but here you are up again, ready to just practice hand-eye coordination by playing tennis with a wall.
>Maybe you’ll break the record and finally beat a wall at tennis, somehow.
>You don’t know what gave you this idea but here you go anyway, making instant decisions because you’re jumpy and your brain isn’t giving anything second thought when it doesn’t immediately require you to do so with your train of thought.
>There’s a few protruding bricks on one of the corners, maybe you can wedge the tennis ball into there if you aim just right. You figure you could probably do it.
>You go back and forth, back and forth, on and on while ready to keep going forever until you make up some rule that the ball going past you didn’t count because of [insert bullshit reason you pulled out of your ass here].
>It’s about fifteen minutes before someone comes out and tells you that you have to go play in the tennis courts, not up against the building which is against the rules.
>Well shit, alright. You’re too pumped to be embarrassed.
>Just nod with a smile and off you go, into the tennis courts meeting the eyes of many who watched you intensely feud with the side of the building, largely impressed.
>Something tells you they might not know ho you are, and you have the opportunity to shock them even more.
>Your veins are already pulsing from your heavy heartbeat, and you’re barely even out of breath.
>Pick an opponent since there’s no sturdy walls to play with, waiting for them to send someone at random forward like right out of a movie.
>And this is exactly what happens; some tall scrawny guy is sent forward who probably has the best chance at lasting a minute against you.
>The match begins and he already looks intimidated; you hold back cute little giggles.
>And the way you send the ball barreling onto his side of the court is going to tire him out faster.
>He’s not going to keep up with you, no one can. He doesn’t have the stamina or focus. Or combination of the two which you are overflowing with.
>Everyone quietly gasps when he loses to you; yup, he was definitely their best player.
>Now who are they going to send?
>…
>Well that was fun. Too bad there’s no trophies or medals to win from any of that.
>You slightly feel as though you deserved one.
>But that’s crazy talk, this wasn’t an official event and these people don’t even hate you.
>And a bad feeling germinates within you telling you that the only reason why they don’t hate you is because they don’t even know you.
>So internal, self-reflective talk about starting over anew is had within yourself, but you’ll focus on that later on.
>Your overall long-term objective is to finish off the Canterlot High side of the competitions so you can get this need out of your system and move on.
>It’s honestly been bothering you non-stop, getting this shit done and done the best way you can.
>Like it’s gonna fulfill your purpose in life, maybe make you think that happened when it didn’t.
>Maybe you’ll make amends with Celestia and Luna after all this is over, after you win of course.
>As you’ve recalled before, they’re pretty decent company that you enjoy being around anyway, mostly because of their looks even though you keep that on the down-low even to yourself.
>It’s not your fault Celestia looks the way she does.
>Then again, it’s not her fault she does either, nor is it her fault that you liked it even in your past teen years before all this tournament stuff started up.
~
>So you’ve been chillaxin’ for the past couple of days, just kind of doing your own thing while resting up your stamina that you can expend as much as you want anyway.
>It always builds back up, you feel like superman.
>You’ll probably go back to town tomorrow, why not? You already did everything here.
>But you’ll have to be careful if you go back.
>Celestia’s going to be around, probably wondering where you’ve been, pretending to have missed you.
>And using that as an excuse to get all up in your business and personal space just like she did that one night.
>That’s lady’s gotta be something straight out of an anime, it’s like she’s making it that way on purpose.
>She doesn’t realize that it doesn’t work in real life, and her being bigger than you doesn’t mean jack shit since you’re supercharged the way you are.
>That’s probably why she wants to take it away, isn’t that a hopeless feat?
>You already fell asleep before you could finish the thought, oh well.
>…
>Begin to visualize once again that instance in the office when Celestia was talking to you, not remembering which parts of what you’re seeing is accurate regarding what actually happened or not.
>Your brain is going to be essentially mashed potatoes or something until you wake up again and think clearly once more.
>Celestia sits there in her chair, leaning back as it reclines and lets out a sigh.
“I guess I’ve been a little stupid, huh?” You admit. “I dunno, I just really wanted to win that contest.”
>”I understand where you’re coming from.” Celestia replies to you through a groan.
“You do?”
>”Eh, close enough. I don’t really care either way.”
“What was that one night at my party, then?”
>”I was intoxicated. What can I tell you? We all slip up every once in a while.”
>This conversation’s gonna be easy to end, good. You’re getting bored with that short attention span of yours.
>You try not to look down at her chest, getting urges to do so even though it’s completely covered.
>That jacket still doesn’t make the shape of certain things go away, though.
>As distinguished and formal as she is, Celestia always gives off a rather informal vibe.
>It haunts her, unable to leave, no matter how appropriately she dresses.
>”I’m just glad we can be friends when this is all over. Wouldn’t you like to be friends with me?” Celestia begins to grin slightly.
>How uncharacteristic of the principal to be asking you this, especially the condition of you two not being on the best terms.
>Her reaching out like this makes you want to stay in here longer, like it’s gravitating you towards her presence.
>”I’d really like to be your friend, you know.” Continues Celestia as you just watch her while listening. “I could be a really good friend to you as long as we meet eachother halfway on things.”
“Mhm.”
>Just like before (at least you think it is), Celestia stretches her arms up with her back arched as she sits in her chair.
>Her uniform’s jacket wasn’t quite made for this pose, especially when it’s on her body.
>You don’t even know what happened to the bottom of her shirt underneath, but it failed to be tucked in, and the little things that crack away at your surface return.
>Little things like Principal Celestia’s bellybutton peeking out from under that uniform when it’s not supposed to.
>A woman of her stature demands larger clothes, but a sleek belly like hers begs to be felt. It’s like her body doesn’t know what it wants to do under those clothes.
>It’s such a small, seemingly meaningless thing. Why does never fapping make you care about this so much?
>As Celestia returns to her comfortable sitting position, she pushes back her suddenly messy hair from her eyes, grinning with one un-ignorable sigh.
>She looks so relaxed all of a sudden, surprisingly comfortable in your presence.
>”It’s okay. I don’t mind.” She has her sights on your eyes. “I understand you’re putting yourself through a lot.”
“What do you mean?”
>”Try not to tempt yourself too hard, okay?”
>You laugh at this without trying to, like it was a joke you both automatically got.
>Principal Celestia pushes her arms forward a little bit again.
>That had to be on purpose, she already knows full well what’s going to happen with her chest when that happens, and she knows full well how you feel about it.
>”Hey, now. Don’t worry about it. You’re a young man, I get a little lonely cooped up in here all day. Even though we can’t really do anything, it doesn’t hurt to help eachother imagine nice things going on as long as it’s not obvious to anyone else. You know, like a low-key treat for someone who could use it. It’s the least we can do for eachother.”
>You understand the part she’s doing for you, but is there even anything you’re doing for her?
>Almost want to ask her if she just enjoys subtly, silently teasing you just for the tiny little thrill that makes the day a bit more interesting for like twenty seconds.
>But this is so interpretable that it could be something el- no it can’t be something else. Principal Celestia made her top ride up her body and pushed her breasts under her clothes together on purpose.
>At least you know how comfortable she is with how lewd she looks whether she dresses for it or not. Your stubbornness must have made her brave around you.
>You’re not opposed to that. After all, you’re in the clear after you win the competition. Maybe you and her can reward eachother.
>Wait, don’t think that, you just realized you’re dreaming.
>If you nut all over those damn bedsheets, it’s all over. You lose your stamina, lose your focus, you lose everything.
>What, you think you can cram it all back in or something? ‘oop- nope, didn’t count’. Please…
>Don’t be stupid! You gotta win the competition first, dumbass.
>…
>Wake up to the phone alarm you set.
>Paranoid as all fuck, you immediately check the bedsheets, expecting the worst but hoping for the best.
>Okay, it’s definitely only sweat you’re feeling. If the levy broke, there’d be a LOT more wetness than this.
>It may be May, but it’s still November for you.
>Okay, maybe you should just go back to town but stay in your house, maybe train a little bit to make the lewd thoughts go away.
>Why don’t you understand that thinking about this on purpose, let alone dreaming about it, is putting you in danger of sabotaging your nofap?
>It really isn’t Celestia or Luna doing this; it’s your dumb ass trying not to fall victim to your libido. Your species EVOLVED to slowly slip into this state of mind, willingly.
>Stop being dumb and tighten up, you still got a couple of weeks to go, well it’s only a couple of days at this point but it’s gonna feel like a couple of months.
>Fuck this, nofap sucks. You don’t care if being a borderline superhuman is totally worth it… okay it’s totally worth it. You wish you could be like this forever.
>Hey, if you had superpowers, would you give them up all because your stupid brain said so?
>No, superpowers are fucking cool. You are a fucking champion; record breaker. Don’t give this up, it’s too valuable.
>You ain’t shit without what you’ve built up.
>Maybe you can bust The Big Nut™ after winning your absolute victory and having nothing else at stake.
>It’s gonna be worth it, man. Just a little more time. Your arrogance and spite wills it.
>Maybe you can tell this to yourself perpetually, an abstract supertask. Nah, that’d suck, right?
~
>Sit by the ocean to calm yourself down and forget about all the ways perpetual nofap is going to suck.
>Wanna have your superpowers forever? Don’t ever masturbate again. Maybe you’ll be biologically immortal too, like a lobster or whatever it was that has that feature.
>It’s like one of those push-the-button memes, or would-you-rather games.
>”You get to become a superhuman with all kinds of amazing, unmatchable abilities, but you can never cum again as long as you live in order to stay this way.”
>Shit, what a fucking tough one.
>Why is it tough? You know why.
>Celestia’s hips, her chest, her… everything. It makes it to hard.
>So hard that you had to cross your legs an hour ago until you could walk on down to the shore.
>Okay, well you’re good now. Celly’s far away, and so is Lulu. They probably gave up the thing they weren’t even doing in the first place.
>You’ll camp out here, then go back home without them knowing and stay in your room until it’s game time, then you’ll win and that’ll be it.
>Maybe you can get an actual night with Celestia after all this. That would be perfect. This could all be worth it.
>Ah fuck it, it’s your horny brain giving you unrealistic wishful thinking.
>Just win and then keep winning, even if you have to suffer the whole time. IT’S WORTH IT. YOU’RE THE BEST. Stay the best.
>… Wait…
>Is that Celestia’s voice you hear? Right here on the beach?
>She’s a woman you can’t just ignore.
>That image of Celestia you’re used to is still burned into your brain as you decide to just walk over and see if it’s her because fuck it.
>Her jacket, shirt and bra trying to keep her /fully/ developed breasts from jiggling and swaying around underneath all that clothing.
>The trunk of her shirt gently sliding against the soft skin of her abdomen you remember from when she flashed her bellybutton at you.
>The way she can’t help but sway her prominent hips a little when she walks.
>Those plum-shaded pants comfortably but slightly tightly hugging her waist, ass and crotch with a mystery size and shape pair of panties barely in the way of everything down there.
>That uniform isn’t supposed to be lewd, not even one bit, but Celestia’s womanly body broke that rule.
>”And the events have been going swimmingly.” Celestia’s obvious voice continues to whoever is being talked to.
>It’s followed by the cutest chuckle, especially for someone in her 30’s.
>”Oh, stop. The last thing I need today is more cheesy puns.” The person she’s talking to jokes. “That comedy club last night had me rolling my eyes for a whole hour.”
>”Guess I’m glad I wasn’t here for it.” Celestia answers.
>”You’re lucky. I swear they don’t let the real comedians get on stage in this town until the weekend when there’s more people here. It was so bad. There was this one guy named Arthur who-”
>”Hang on, I think I see someone I know.”
>Oh shit, Celestia’s over there where you weren’t looking. Now you can’t maintain stealth.
>”Hey!” Celestia waves and stands up with her attire paralyzing you before you can turn away like you didn’t notice and can’t hear her. “Oh my goodness, I didn’t expect to see you here!” She’s may be lying.
>Even that uniform you’re used to couldn’t prepare you for this.
>During this whole following time, Principal Celestia talks to you but the words go in one ear and out the other.
>That image of Principal Celestia you barely managed before has been undressed.
>That body that’s been driving you crazy has most of its mystery thrown into the wind that flows through Celestia’s colorful locks high above you.
>Your amazon principal is in a bikini, and nothing more; You can hear the school dress code shattering despite you both being like 20+ miles away from CHS.
>Nearly everything not allowed is being unintentionally boasted.
>And this is a regular, standard bikini that’s meant to be modest but it’s failing to do so.
>It still fits her properly, but at the same time, it doesn’t fit her properly. It fits her /perfectly/.
>You have no idea who Principal Celestia was talking to, that is not information you can retain or even pick up right now.
>Too busy trying not to blatantly stare at Principal Celestia’s absolute uninterrupted cleavage and wide hips with boldly thin bikini straps keeping a subtle cameltoe under thin fabric the same color as those thicker pants that are now absent.
>All of which is pulled closer to you in a hug; she didn’t hear you say no when she asked if you’re okay with her hugging you when she’s dressed like this.
>Principal Celestia’s mostly bare skin pleasantly mashes against your body with zero fear or second thought.
>Every single primal instinct within you that’s relevant to this moment explodes as it’s naturally supposed to do.
>The only thing that stops your nofap-driven urge to buck your hips is how petrified and confused you are.
>She’s happy to see you, but you’re the one with the pants banana. Something that only that bad comedy club wouldn’t pick up on.
>If there’s a rating between PG-13 and R, Principal Celestia is bordering that rating in this swimsuit whether she likes it or not.
>Principal Celestia’s exposed feminine anatomy is truth serum to your sexually repressed brain, dangerous if you have any secrets you’d like to keep form her.
>You saw that, and now you’re feeling it too.
>”So you’ve been here for a few days?” Celestia asks while maintaining the embrace.
>You didn’t even realize that the hug squeezed a response out of you to her previous question until you hear your own voice blurb again.
“Yeah, about five or six. Lost count.”
>That thin bikini top can afford to stay in place Celestia’s breasts and keep her breeze-provoked nipple bumps appropriately covered for public eye.
>”I just got here.” Celestia finally lets you go, not even bothering to look down at your pants as if she already knows. “We could have gone to the bad comedy club together. It’s too bad you were so busy playing tennis.”
>You didn’t realize you told her about that, but the information spilled out before you could stop it.
>Get the fuck off of autopilot and show some restraint, damn it.
>Get that dick back down, boy! Harden up everywhere else but there. Get these thoughts out of your head and focus on winning everything in sight.
“Yeah, well yeah it is too bad. A shame too because I was also getting ready to leave soon.”
>Well that’s true now, at least.
>”Aw, really? We could catch up, you know. Start over on the right foot.” Celestia bounces on her heels a little bit, not quite acting like how she usually would in CHS now that she has the freedom to be so informal.
“I’d like to too.” You take a deep breath and remember the ribbons and medals. “But I already checked out of my room and was just taking one last walk. Didn’t think I’d run into you here. Thought you’d be back at the school.”
>”Well that makes sense.” Celestia sounds like she’s glad you implied you were going to go back to wherever she is.
“Does your hotel room have an extra bed or anything?”
>What the fuck NO don’t say that, you god damned simpleton! (not yet at least)
>”Hmm?”
>Oh good, you mumbled it too much for it to be coherent.
>Luck is on your side today.
“I said I need to get to my bed back at home. I’m tired.” You hope you’ll forget about all this before you sleep.
>”Been practicing all day?”
“Yup.”
>As this conversation is being clumsily wrapped up, you manage to make your erection die down little by little through pure might.
>You cannot afford to have a wet dream, nor can you afford to be hard in public for more numerous and obvious reasons.
>Holy shit, it’s working.
>You brought a knife to a gunfight and you’re still winning.
>Mind over matter (and libidos).
>It felt so brief yet so long the conversation you had with Celestia. Brief because you forgot everything she said, and long because that was a damn long time to keep yourself from ogling her.
>Ya gotta keep your head together, bro.
>She’s probably teasing you or some shit, and if she’s here then Luna probably is too.
>Fuck, you gotta check out and leave now.
>…
>And so you did.
>You think about that oh so smooth pickup line that escaped you as you’re driving back.
>“Does your hotel room have an extra bed or anything?”
>Implying you wouldn’t want to share the same bed with her after all this is over. Sleeping with the enemy after the war is over.
>You start to chuckle at the shit you said.
>Celestia actually did say something about a bad comedy club or something, you would probably fit right in there unless you actually put your mind to making the jokes.
>There’s pretty much nothing you can’t do as long as you hoard your nuts like you’re addicted to gathering belongings to the ceiling in every room.
>You should rest, today’s been a long day, but you are starting to feel like you’re becoming desensitized to the lewd shit, like it wouldn’t even matter if you saw Celestia completely naked.
>Not quite yet but that time may be coming soon. Who’s gonna stop you after that?
~
>…
>Back at the shore, Celestia relaxes with the sun blaring down on her sun-screened up body.
>Turning dozens and dozens of heads of guys who walk by.
>She soon walks around to sort of maximize this a little bit, the attention does something wonderful as far as she’s concerned.
>There’d be no way she’d be allowed to do something like this at CHS; she feels so much more free this way.
>She goes to return to her room.
>…
>Celestia approaches the door with the correct number.
>After taking a look at the “do not disturb” sign on it, she knocks anyway, in a certain pattern.
>There’s some giggling behind the door before it opens, and the mastermind behind the athlete star’s downfall is revealed in her pink virgin killer sweater.
>Principal Cadance beckons Celestia to enter, seductively shushing her before turning around to walk back further inside.
>Celestia may be tall and strong, but she is made weak by the sight of this beauty that is only a fraction of her stature.
>The widely open back of the sweater lazily attempts to cover the sides of Cadance’s breasts, and slips down far past her lower back to halfway down her ass cheeks.
>She takes harder steps on purpose to make her ass jiggle more, and to get a mentally subdued Principal Celestia further into the mood once again.
>Principal Cadance goes to the fridge, back arched, the front of the sweater weakly clinging on to stay over her swaying bosom as she deliberately gives Celestia an erotic pose in the act of simply getting something to drink.
>She’s not walking anymore but still gracefully swaying her fertile hips on purpose.
>Her completely exposed back is toned but soft to the touch, smooth to caress, her carelessly concealed breasts and ass easily accessible.
>Principal Cadance is basically naked, especially from the back; this excessively revealing sweater shouldn’t count as concealing anything.
>The virginity killer donning her appropriate attire in front of her two recruits.
>Celestia, under a certain influence that only the likes of the goddess of love could inflict, watches Cadance.
>There was something that Cadance did to Celestia and Luna some time ago that’s a little hard to remember now, but they both do remember that it felt amazing.
>They know they were almost ready to expel that arrogant athlete before realizing that the rules didn’t allow them to, and that Cadance offered them a more peaceful alternative.
>He’s only this powerful because of his pent up energy and tension.
>If they can’t defeat him with the rules, or with a physically superior athlete, then they will defeat him with his own human nature that is hardwired into him.
>And make him clumsily spill all of the fuel he’s been using when his guard is down. It is his only weakness, but it is extremely effective once you have the right conditions.
>Celestia saw it firsthand and so did Luna who is currently lying in bed, exhausted with messy hair and no clothes on under the blankets; her “recharging” session is already finished.
>And Celestia is next anyway for good measure.
>This brick wall they have to deal with turns into thin styrofoam when they hit this weakness.
>”He should be sleeping soon.” Luna says from the bed. “So should I.”
>Cadance watches Luna drift off to sleep as she struts over to Celestia, pulling her closer in to a hug with her.
>Celestia’s amazon body shivers with excitement feeling Cadance’s divinely potent touch on her body.
>Cadance gets ready to help Celestia out of her swimsuit.
>The room door is locked.
~
>It’s jarring how the roles and positions have flipped since last year.
>Cadance looks up into Celestia’s eyes, principal to principal.
>There’s a short pause before the taller woman is maneuvered onto the nearby foot of the bed Luna is sleeping on.
>”So did you find him?”
>Celestia gives her a nod, letting the hands begin to probe the surface of her skin and play with the bikini straps, humbly trying to undo them.
>The much stronger Celestia is laid back on the bed, taken aback by the special perfume Cadance has on.
>”Shame I couldn’t get more of my scent on you until now.”
>”He’s going back to Canterlot City.” Celestia obediently gives Cadance the information.
>”Oh?” Cadance raises an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you get him to stop by here first? You could have got him to come over and I’d have helped with the rest.”
>”He was in a rush. He said he already checked out of his room and…” Celestia begins to scramble to explain her failure to bring the super athlete to the hotel room where his virginity’s demise was waiting for him.
>Celestia keeps picking up Cadance’s enchanted scent, tamed by it despite being more physically capable.
>It’s clear that he’s out of town, and Luna sleeping now won’t do much since she’s not in close proximity to him anymore.
>”Rise.” Cadance mutters in Luna’s direction. “And I mean you, Luna. Rise.”
>Luna gradually sits up as Cadance corners Celestia right next to her on the bed.
>The goddess of love taming the amazon goddess of the sun.
>”I did the best I could.” Celestia tries harder to convince Cadance that she’s worthy.
>Not having completed the mission would mean this, and all Celestia feels crawling up to her in that backless sweater will turn away from her before any pleasure can happen.
>”Please give me a second ch-” Celestia begs, trying to find excuses to use until Cadance’s lips cut her off.
>Luna watches this, already radiating with Cadance’s scent from several minutes ago letting the blanket fall away from her shoulders and doing nothing to pull it back up.
>She slithers her hand between her legs under the covers at the sight of her usually physically intimidating older sister being tamed and subdued by a smaller woman using her own pheromones as a weapon.
>Luna hastily starts stroking herself. The movements make the blanket fall away from her nipples.
>Principal Celestia doesn’t have any authority right now, not with Principal Cadance on top of her like this. She’s being made to put on a show for Luna as Cadance fixes to get her own scent all over her once again.
>And in between kisses, she continues to try to keep herself in Cadance’s good graces, desperately.
>”I-I could go back to town and try to-… mph… he, w-won’t know what… mmmm… I…” Celestia’s mind goes more and more blank with each deep peck on the lips.
>Even with all her strength, and any bit of her wit, she is at Cadance’s mercy.
>Playing around with Celestia’s body, Cadance notices exactly what had the athlete stunned when she looks down at Celestia’s attire, reminded of the anatomical caliber she’s working with.
>Celestia’s heaving breasts rise and fall while restrained under the bikini top Cadance needs to loosen.
>But she can’t figure it out reaching around to where she can’t see.
>”Help me.” Cadance turns to Luna who immediately obeys and wedges herself behind Celestia. “You know your older sister more than I do.”
>”Please let me try again…” Blurts Celestia with a bright red blush on her face.
>The smaller blush on Cadance’s face is a rare occasion, only there because of how Principal Celestia’s nipples under the bikini fabric get more erect after being teased a little.
>And also because of how Celestia involuntarily jerks her hips forward while wearing that skimpy little bikini that accents her body’s magnificent anatomy.
>A woman like Celestia feeling such thorough arousal is one of the greatest things Cadance has ever caused; it excites her.
>Celestia trips over her own tongue trying to explain herself, and that tongue gets tangled with Cadance’s as Luna snaps open the back of her bikini.
>Nervous, Celestia panics and tries to reconnect the back of her bikini, realizes she’s too horny to remember how to do it, and crosses her arms over her chest with Cadance tugging the loosened straps off of her shoulders.
>Celestia tries to say something, but nothing coherent comes out, and Cadance plants another kiss onto her lips to soothe her.
>Luna grips Celestia’s hips to do the same with the straps there while Celestia’s hands are occupied.
>Celestia’s whole story falls apart with her swimsuit as it’s picked apart from all directions.
>”It’s okay. You failed, but that only means I’ll try harder.” Cadance reassures her. “This /is/ what I do, after all. All you need to do is relax, I’m not going to end what we started together, I promise.”
>”Yes, Mistress.” Celestia uncrosses her arms and lets the top get pulled down to her wrists before realizing it.
>”You’re so perfectly developed, Celestia. I’m jealous of you.” Compliments Cadance with her hands gently squeezing Celestia’s exposed breasts. “Not many women get to be as well endowed as you. You should be grateful.”
>Celestia’s hands caress Cadance’s bare back.
>The sweater is designed to make the hug Celestia’s giving have the hands and forearms meet nothing but bare skin no matter where Celestia touches.
>The hands uncontrollably wander down to squeeze Cadance’s soft ass cheeks and pull them towards her, forcing Cadance’s pelvis onto herself with her strength.
>”Yes, I should be grateful.” Repeats Celestia in a low voice.
>”That’s what I like.” Cadance huffs a slightly surprised sigh, but still knowing she’s in control from the look on Celestia’s face alone.
>Cadance and Luna work together to get the bottom of Celestia’s bikini down to her knees, then her ankles, then the floor.
>The bikini top is used to tie Celestia’s hands together, to further spice the moment.
>But only after they’re directed up the bottom front of Cadance’s sweater, and Celestia is made to dive underneath after them after they are tied behind Cadance’s back.
>The sweater’s not big enough for both of them, but that’s the point.
>The enticing aroma of the love goddess’s perfume that had (barely) been trapped in there spreads onto Celestia’s face and shoulders as they press up against the naked front of Cadance’s body, sliding moistly against her trunk that pulses with slow breaths.
>Celestia moans quietly feeling her face kissing Cadance’s softness, soon overwhelming Cadance’s chest with her own after giving the sweater’s collar a reason to stretch beyond belief.
>”It’s okay. I’ll sew it back together.” Cadance can hear the ripping sounds coming from the fabric.
>She then turns to Luna.
>”It might take both of us to keep her from squirming around a lot anyway.” Cadance grabs the bottle of her perfume from the side table.
>”I’ll try not to.” Promises Celestia.
>”I know you will.” Cadance lurches forward into the deepest kiss yet. “I just wanna be sure.”
>It’s a good thing the “do not disturb” sign on the door has not been disturbed.
>…
>20 minutes later, Cadance and Luna are chilling in the bed together, both of them naked with their arms around eachother.
>Celestia wanders around the hotel room wearing the hyper stretched out virgin killer sweater she just earned, with Cadance’s scent all over her.
~
>It’s super early in the morning, before the sky even begins to light up.
>You wake up in a cold sweat.
“Fuck… fuck…” You have no idea what just happened.
>Look to your left, look to your right.
>Did it happen? Are you fucked?
>You barely remember what you just dreamed but it was something dangerous.
>Damn it, you should have been more careful not letting Celestia hug you in that bikini, now you got all these… fantasies in your head!
>Look under the covers half-expecting the worst, but the other half of you was right instead.
>Bone dry, thank fuck.
>The sigh of relief you let out sounds like you’re cumming anyway, airy, wobbly in tone and strained in the most hilarious ways, almost exaggerated.
>Even that scares you a little until you brain fully wakes up and tells you “hey… you’re still in the game, dumbass. Don’t fuck it up, you gotta win win win!”
“Yeah, okay, whatever. I’m still good, that’s all that matters.”
>Leap out of your bed with that usual surge of energy you get when you wake up and get ready to conquer another day like the king you are.