Title:           Luna watches as her sister leads Twilight Trouble and her mother into the office
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Monday 20th of July 2015 03:59:25 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 20th of July 2015 03:59:25 PM CDT

Luna watches as her sister leads Twilight Trouble and her mother into the office, a ghost of a smile dancing across her lips. With this, things should be smoothed over shortly, and order can be restored to Canterlot High; provided Celestia’s plan works. But, there’s nothing that the Vice-Principal can do other than trust her sister. Well, that and keep the boy distracted.
 
Fixing her big blue eyes on the college upperclassman and wets her lips with a slip of her tongue. A thrill rolls from the base of her spine to the back of her head as his eyes widen, a look akin to panic seeming to glue his tiny tush to the seat. Even if her young niece does have a claim to the boy, he’s simply too adorable. It would be criminal to not try him!
 
The Vice-Principal takes a moment to adjust her shirt and leans forward, making sure to offer up an eyeful of cleavage. Her lips pop as she parts them, the slightly sticky gloss she applied earlier making a delightfully lewd sound as she bats her eyes in his direction.
 
“I’m sorry we have to get off on the wrong foot like this,” Luna purrs, her voice dripping with a haughty, teasing tone as she watches the boy go rigid. Between the boobs and her face, he’s totally enthralled by her. Another shiver rumbles through the dark haired principal’s body as she continues. “Still, things should be ironed out in short order; if you’ like to join me in my office, I can assure you it’s far more comfortable than-”
 
“I-I’d rather not.”
 
Something freezes in the Vice-Principal’s brain as the skinny, but still cute, college boy rebuffs her advance. As her mind blankly clicks, the pretty Principal seems as though she forgets to blink, even to breathe, for several seconds. Entirely unaware, her jaw hangs loose, creating a small, but inviting ‘o’ of shock where her lips should be. But before long, things begin to whirr again, and Luna feels her face scrunch up. Not too much, however; there’s no reason to get all wrinkly over a boy, after all.
 
“As you wish it, Mr. Armor,” she says, turning on the ball of her foot and waving the back of her hand at him. “Raven, I’ll handle my sister’s meeting until she finishes up with Ms. Sparkle and Ms. Velvet.”
 
Raven responds with a simple reply, but Luna is far too heated to acknowledge it. It’s probably a yes anyway. Instead, the Vice-Principal turns her focus on making the snobby little twerp regret turning her down by showing off her best feature: her booty.
 
It’s a delightful derriere, even when compared to her sister’s. While losing in sheer size, Luna’s backside makes up the difference with volume, her robust rump rebounding with every precise step that she takes. When set alongside her slim legs and thighs, and otherwise slender hips, her trembling thickness seems that much larger, enough to have its own area code.
 
Even with her back turned, the dark-haired woman can feel the boy’s eyes glued to her backside. She holds back a trembling sigh, choosing instead to swing her hips from side to side and take a few more mincing steps. Even if he is absolutely dense for turning down her wonderful, once-in-a-lifetime offer, there’s no reason not to give him a show. Luna feels Shining’s eyes caress her always the way back to the office, as she reluctantly closes the door behind her.
 
“Stupid boy,” she mutters under her breath as the door clicks shut. Even if he’s not a student here, he should know better than to turn down a beautiful woman such as herself. Unless, she wonders with a growing terror knotting itself in her belly, unless she isn’t as attractive as she thinks.
 
“Is it the boobs?” she asks, measuring the hefty handfuls of chest in her palms. Sure, they weren’t as big as her sister’s, but really, who could hope to compete with her in that department? Still, the firm flesh jiggles with youth and vibrancy, promising a future full of lusty stares, and a lack of sag. Mildly satisfied, she cups her rump.
 
Of course, it couldn’t possibly be that. Her beautiful backside was far too wonderful to detract from her presence; in fact it’s her finest feature! Granted, a few sticks of gum helped her along, and granted her a delightfully set of pouty lips to boot, but it’s still natural!
 
“So, if it’s not the chest or the trunk,” Luna’s voice trails off as she looks herself over again. Sure, she’s small, but not every woman has to be a super curvy MILF-like bimbo, right? Pressing her thick lips together, the Vice-Principal sighs and pouts. “I guess it means that he’s just got no taste.”
 
Well, that’s that. Another mystery solved by her lightning brilliance. But the pleasant pressure of Shining Armor’s eyes on her backside still lingers. All the better, she supposes, that there aren’t any meeting for the time being; which means she has plenty of time to get off.
 
Luna snags one of the more slender dildos from their place on her desk before bouncing into her seat with an excited giggle. “This is exactly what I need,” she sighs in between lavishing the sloped shaft with quick, eager kisses, “just a little something to take the edge off.”
 
Ever since she and her sister had been offered that delightfully juicy apple, it has become something of a routine for the Vice-Principal to sneak small orgasms into her day. It helps keep her calm, focused, and generally less inclined to try and seduce her students. While it would be exciting to strip one of the Canterlot boys down in her office and have her way with him, even the air-headed assistant principal is able to reason that might be a bad idea.
 
That might be why Shining Armor’s rejection stings, but that’s a thing of the past. Luna’s not going to think about him any more, and simply enjoy the ride. For instance, she’s not going to imagine that the dildo is actually attached to the young man she wants sitting on her desk as she runs her lips all over his shaft. That would be totally inappropriate. Especially if she deep-throated him all the way until her nose bumped his pelvic bone. Or if she looked up at him with an adoring bimbo pout and cheeks full of dick, waiting for him to coat her tongue and throat in spunk. She’d never even think about that. Probably. Even though he is really cute…
 
Luna gives a gentle groan around the phallic shaft all the same, and slides it deeper into her mouth.
 
===
 
Vinyl Scratch was not a dense girl. She wasn’t sure how or why, but it was obvious that trouble followed the Sparkle girl wherever she went. So when she arrived for a third time, Vinyl put her previously learned lessons from the incident with the Dazzlings to use; the pale girl made sure to keep enough distance between herself and the other ‘student’, while still remaining close so that she could see if anything began to go wrong. Fortunately, there haven’t been any mid-year transfer students arriving, and inter-clique conflict actually seems to be on the decline. Sparkle is even going to class! Other than that, there are no signs that anything is different at CHS.
 
Except for rhythm of the school.
 
It hadn’t been especially noticeable after first, a slight uptick in percussive sound, likely caused by a few students switching from one pair of shoes to another. It’s not as though it didn’t happen every year as summer approached and sandals became more prevalent, so Vinyl hadn’t paid it much mind. But then, it had started growing.
 
Now, the usual drum of school life could be shattered at any moment by a herd of high heels abruptly tacking their way across the floor. Sparkle and Company, Trixie and the Illusions, even Photo Finish and others, all of them seemed to be marching to a different beat now; something more primal than she was used to.
 
Not that she should be surprised, the various girls around the school have always been a little off kilter, but the change in the sounds of the school still bothers her. The fact that she can’t explain why only troubles Vinyl further. An established rhythm doesn’t simply change so abruptly. But while she continues to wrestle with the question of why things seem to be different in the school, that’s not what she’s set her sights on this morning. No, instead her laser focus is set squarely on the Principal’s office suites.
 
The yammering of students fades a little as she shuts the door behind her. The secretary is in her usual spot behind the desk, chomping away at an all too thick wad of gum, typing away at her computer. There’s a boy she doesn’t recognize seated in one of the chairs, tall, mostly lean, but certainly not a meathead by any means. Marginally cute. The two of them exchange looks for a moment, before Vinyl turns back to her mission at hand.
 
“Excuse me,” she starts with a gentle cough, her voice remaining low as though she’s a little out of practice speaking, “could I get in to see Principal Luna?”
 
The chipper secretary flashes a bright, nearly perfect smile. “Sure thing, she’s free at the moment, so go ahead and head on back.” Vinyl nods and removes her hands from the desk, hurrying down the hall. And almost immediately regrets it.
 
Where the entry had been flowery, each step down the hall seems to give way to a cloying, licorice-like scent that nearly makes her gag. Eager to escape the smell, Vinyl gives a rapid knock on the Vice-Principal’s door and calls out to her as she opens it.
 
“Principal Luna? I’m coming in!”
 
The door pops open, and suddenly the odor becomes overpowering. Vinyl feels a wave of dizziness wash over her as the pungently sweet scent invades her sinuses, causing the world to spin for a brief moment. But there, at the center of it, is the Vice-Principal: sweat shining on her face, eyes wide with a bit of mascara running down, and the base of something pressed against her lips, leading down to an ominous looking bulge in her throat. Luna gags once, and Vinyl hurriedly steps back into the hall, pulling the door half shut.
 
“Sorry! Sorry!” she whispers, blushing furiously as she scrambles to twist the knob to close the door but finding her fingers not wanting to work. Between the smell and the shock of actually walking in on someone for the first time, she feels incredibly numb.
 
She’d heard stories, of course; the sister Principals were a sexually liberated pair and sought to encourage their students to partake in personal pleasure responsibly, even during school hours if they deemed it necessary. Despite this, Vinyl had never actually seen or heard any one taking the pair up on their offer, and she had skipped out on a fair number of classes. There were a few cases, certainly, but never to her.
 
And she had just walked in on the Vice-Principal without warning! Vinyl’s pale cheeks burn as she realizes that this entire situation could have been avoided by simply waiting for Principal Luna to give her the go-ahead to enter her office. But no, instead she had been too wrapped up in getting inside. And now-
 
“Ms. Scratch?” Luna’s voice calls from beyond the door. Vinyl gulps.
 
“Y-yeah?”
 
“Please, come in.”
 
Another gulp, but Vinyl pushes her way into the office, muttering a small, quiet apology as she looks around the edge of the door. The Vice-Principal still doesn’t look all the presentable, with her flushed face, tear-stained makeup and smears of lipstick. She looks like she just got her throat ravaged which, thinking back, is probably exactly what she was doing. But still, the Principal smiles and motions for the girl to enter as she gets to her feet, heels clacking across the floor as she opens the window.
 
Despite her best efforts, the pale girl finds her eyes drawn to the snug skirt stretched stupendously across the Vice-Principal’s prominent posterior. It has a natural swing to it, bouncing and trembling ever so slightly with each step that the otherwise slender woman takes. The window, of course, manages to get stuck, and so Luna throws a little extra oomph into forcing it open, sending a shivering shockwave straight from top to bottom. As the window pops into place, the sickeningly sweet stench begins to alleviate itself, and Vinyl notices the slight shine of fluid running down the inside of the Principal’s thighs.
 
“Now, good morning,” Luna says with a delicate smile. Sauntering back to her seat, she motions to the other side of the desk. “Sit, sit. What can I help you with today?”
 
“Oh, right,” the pale girl says, dropping onto the rather plush chair. With her rather petite frame, it seems as though it could swallow her up with ease. She squirms in her seat a few times, the lingering effects of the smell she doesn’t want to know the source of still clogging and muddying her thoughts. After shaking her head, Vinyl clears her throat and tries to find another way to start the conversation. “Are you okay?”
 
Wait, what? That’s not where she intended to go at all! Somehow, the color manages to drain further from her face, but it immediately heats up again as Vice-Principal Luna giggles.
 
“What, that scene you walked in on? Ms. Scratch, I assure you that I’m fine; just trying to make sure that I’ve still got ‘it’, you know.” Despite the cool response, that’s not even close to what Vinyl meant when she asked the question. And she’s not entirely sure she wants to know what ‘it’ is, either. The dark-haired woman takes a moment to glance at her reflection in a desktop mirror and scowls. “Though, I really do look a mess.”
 
“Yeah, you do look like you’ve been through the wringer,” Vinyl laughs, earning another smile from the Principal.
 
“So,” Luna starts, leaning forward and pushing her not unimpressive bare cleavage upwards towards Vinyl in the process, “what brings you to the office today?”
 
What? Oh, right, her reason for being here. The one that caused her to walk in on the Vice-Principal. Coughing, Vinyl forces a smile. “I came to pick up my headphones. Principal Celestia confiscated them few days ago, but said I could pick them up from you with an authorization from my parents.”
 
The teen fishes around in her backpack for a moment before pulling out a folded up piece of paper and hands it over to the Principal. Luna looks it over, making a few small sounds as she bobs her head. “Okay, well it looks like everything’s in order then. What kind of headphones are they?”
 
“Wireless,” Vinyl says, unable to hide her smile anymore. “And white with an electric blue trim.”
 
“Like your hair?” the Principal asks with a smile, earning an excited nod from her student. “That’s so cute! Hold on just a moment.”
 
Leaning forward, the pale girl watches intently as Luna rummages through the drawer at her side. Her heels bounce up and down in a barely contained excitement as the seconds drag themselves out. Sure, she had headphones, lots and lots of headphones. But these were different: special edition coloring, studio quality, with a solid, if slightly bulky design. In truth, ear buds can’t hold a candle to the sheer awesomeness of these headphones.
 
“Ah, here we go,” the Principal smiles, pulling out the familiar object out from behind the desk and places them in front of her. Vinyl resists jumping out of her seat and reaches out to take them. But as she gives them a once over…
 
“These, these aren’t mine.” The pale girl frowns, looking up at Vice-Principal Luna. The older woman is, of course, surprised, and she picks up the headphones again, turning them around in her hands.
 
“Well, they certainly look like you described. Even down to the coloring.”
 
“Sure, but there’s just one thing,” Vinyl says, leaning forward and tapping the earpiece. “Mine are supposed to have a quarter note, not a heart.”
 
Sure enough, instead of the matching electric blue musical notation, there’s a large purple heart emblazoned on either side. Luna purses her lips, looking the device over again before sighing.
 
“Well, okay, I suppose I can take another look.”
 
Vinyl nods, settling back into her chair as the Vice-Principal begins pulling out the various items in the drawer. Hand-held squirt guns, cell phones, all manner of electronic devices including a high end digital camera, even a few e-cigs. But not what she’s looking for. Panic settles into Vinyl’s belly as she looks over the items again and again, hoping beyond hope that she somehow missed her beloved headphones.
 
The Vice-Principal watches her for several moments as the student visually picks over the pile again and again. In a state, Vinyl reaches out and begins shifting around the objects with her hands, lifting, moving, searching every inch of the table that she can. At last, Luna sighs.
 
“Ms. Scratch, I don’t believe that there are any other headphones here.”
 
“You’re wrong!” Vinyl glowers, giving the camera in her hand a shake. It gives a warning chirp, but the pale girl is too wrapped up in her anxiety to notice. “Principal Celestia told me that she’d given them to you, and that you’d have them when I came to pick them up.”
 
“All right,” Luna says, trying to defuse the situation with a smile. She wheels back in her chair and stands, motioning for the girl to come closer. “Here, you can look through the drawer yourself, if you like. Everything in there is up here.”
 
The blue-haired girl gives a firm nod, hustling around to the other side of the desk and dropping to her knees in front of the open drawer. Sure enough, it’s empty, but that doesn’t stop Vinyl from pawing her way around, as though searching for a secret compartment. But still, she finds nothing. Rocking back onto her heels, she looks up at the Vice-Principal, remaining quiet for a long while.
 
“I don’t understand,” she finally manages. “Where could they have gone?”
 
The older woman opens her mouth to answer when a short series of chirps draws their attentions away from one another. Back to the camera on the desk. A light off to the side of the shutter blinks red three times, before a flash of light erupts from the camera.
 
Vinyl yelps, falling onto her backside as her vision is filled with spots; reddish-pink spots that seem to swarm their way across her eyeballs and leave her temporarily blind. She grumbles, rubbing against her eyelids with her palms in a desperate attempt to drive them off. But, after a few seconds, the unpleasant pain fades, and is instead replaced with a gentle, even soothing buzz in the back of her head.
 
The girl blinks a few times to become reacquainted with the light. She’s still in the Vice-Principal’s office, with her haunches glued to the floor. Giving a tired grunt, she looks up to the older woman standing beside her.
 
Luna still seems to be shaking off her own daze, although the glassy eyes and slight sliver of drool pooling at the corner of her mouth make her seem more spaced out than stunned. Her already straining blouse seems to have somehow loosened another button, providing the squatting Vinyl with a glorious look up at her unsupported shelf of underboob. But as the teen’s eyes continue to trail downward, she notices something a little odd.
 
The Principal’s skirt, or in this case, her lack thereof. Now, Vinyl was sure that she had been struck earlier by the Vice-Principal’s ability to squeeze her ridiculous rump into a barely-there miniskirt. But now, the educator seems to have completely discarded her skirt in favor of a snug pair of dark blue, tanga-styled panties. The thin ring of fabric around the waist helps to draw attention to the thicker portions covering her front and rump, which are wedged up tightly on account of her broad backside.
 
So tightly in fact, that Vinyl can see the outline of Luna’s lower lips, her needy nethers seeming puffed up and ready for action. Considering how she had walked in on the Principal earlier, the girl is hardly surprised. She takes a deep breath, noting the slight scent of licorice beginning to fill the room again.
 
“Oh, are you okay Ms. Scratch?”
 
Huh? Vinyl shakes her head as she reluctantly pulling her eyes away from the younger sister’s swollen snatch, dragging her eyes back up and over the Principal’s modest hips, cinched waist, and large chest. The dazed expression is mostly gone, though Luna does seem to be a little less together than she was a moment ago. And her smeared make-up seems a little thicker as well.
 
“Uh, yeah, fine,” the student finally murmurs, climbing to her feet. There’s an uncertain wobble as she puts her weight on the slight heel of her boots, but her natural balance takes over, and she smiles up at the Principal. “I guess I was a little worked up about my headphones.”
 
“I completely understand,” the Principal nods, a serious frown etched onto her lips. “I don’t know what could have happened to them, but I intended to find out.”
 
Well, it doesn’t do much for her situation at present, but the promise of the Vice-Principal of CHS is better than nothing. Still…
 
“All right, thanks Vice-Principal Luna,” Vinyl sighs, turning and moving back towards the door. “Just, let me know when you find them.”
 
“Ms. Scratch?” Vinyl pauses, looking back at the dark-haired woman. She’s still smiling, and holding out the headphones again. “Why don’t you take these with you? I know they’re not yours, but maybe you can find out whose they are, and that can give you a clue as to where your own might be?”
 
The pale girl glances between Luna’s face and her outstretched hand, before finally sighing again and taking the headphones from her. “All right, it’s better than doing nothing, I suppose.”
 
“Keep those on display, and I’m sure we’ll find them in no time. Oh, but please use discretion as to when you use them. Otherwise my sister might snatch them up like she did before.”
 
“All right, thanks again,” Vinyl says with a wave as she exits the room. Vice-Principal Luna slumps down in her chair with a groan, before glaring at the offending camera on her desk.
 
“Somehow I feel even more electric than before. What did you do to me?” she murmurs, one hand sliding down between her legs. Luna’s fingers begin to toy with her now puffier pussy, while the others roam up towards her lips again. As she suckles on two of them, she thinks again what a shame it is that Mr. Armor didn’t come back to spend some quality time with her…
 
===
 
Vinyl hurries down the hall, making several turns before finally taking a moment to catch her breath. The pale student leans against the wall and gives a sigh that’s a mix of frustration and relief, her head still spinning as she struggles to process what has just occurred. Walking in on the Vice-Principal had been bad enough, but then to be caught looking up at her, her, delightfully delicious looking cunny…
 
With a quick shake of her head, the now red-faced girl takes several deep breaths and works to calm herself down. While it was embarrassing, Principal Luna didn’t seem to mind too much, if she had noticed at all. After all, it wasn’t like it was unusual for Principal Celestia to saunter down the halls in some racy lingerie, so why would it be odd for her sister to engage in similar activities behind closed doors? They were gorgeous women, and to hide bodies like that might very well be considered criminal.
 
Woah, calm down girl. Vinyl laughs, sighing again and smiling as she looks down at the headphones. They really were quite a piece of work, almost identical to her own except for the decals on the sides; perhaps they had been a special order from the same company? Unlikely, but still a possibility.
 
Running her fingers over the rather trashy looking hearts, the pale girl bites her lip and smiles. Truth be told, it wasn’t that the hearts looked bad, they were just a little gaudy and didn’t fit her style at all. She was into electronic music with artists most students couldn’t even pronounce, not teeny-bopper, top 40 stuff. But, it would be a shame to miss out on comparing the sound quality.
 
After a quick examination, Vinyl syncs the headphones to her music player and slides them on. The device in her pocket hums against her hip as it begins to play and-
 
Sparks of color erupt onto the girl’s vision, a dizzying kaleidoscope of bursts of rainbow light send her back against the wall as she gasps for air. The music thrums in her ears, the lights seeming to match up with the sounds, going along in perfect time together. Vinyl’s breath becomes short as a smile slides across her face.
 
“Wow.”
 
It’s not much and hardly adequate, but it’s the best the music-minded girl can manage to the sudden bombardment of light and sound. Even with her goggles, everything looks so crisp, clear and vibrant, so much so that she reaches out and tries to touch one of the longer lasting lights. Her hand passes right through it of course, but it’s enough to bring out a girlish, and entirely out of character, giggle from the distracted DJ.
 
While Vinyl can’t say she’s a fan of the owner’s stylistic preferences, it’s more than made up for in quality. Not even her own headphones can create this much of a reaction that leaves her feeling weak in the knees. In fact, the situation is so enjoyable that the girl misses the warning bell, and only realizes she’s going to be late to class by the sudden stampede of students passing by her. Thankfully, she makes it to her first class with only seconds to spare. She settles in as the second bell rings and the school day officially begins.
 
Ms. Cheerilee stands in front of the room, the busty beauty beaming as she begins to teach. But Vinyl struggles to keep her attention on the amazon as she trots around the room, explaining, well, something. It’s difficult to make heads or tails of what she’s saying, as the explanation seems to settle into a single, indiscernible, droning tone. This carries on for several minutes before Vinyl finally sighs, becoming aware of the familiar weight of the headphones around her neck. A twinge of desire pulses in her belly as she glances up to the roaming instructor.
 
Now, Ms. Cheerilee isn’t stupid. A vapid ditz? Probably, but she is teaching in this school for a reason, even if it’s one Vinyl hasn’t been able to figure out yet. Trying to use her—rather, the headphones that Principal Luna provided her with—in class would just end in them getting confiscated. And that was the last thing that the girl wanted for herself. But perhaps a tried and true tactic would get her out of the room, even for just a song or two…
 
“Ms. Cheerilee?”
 
“Cheery, please,” the once dour teacher says with a bright smile. “What is it Vinyl?”
 
The girl tenses for a moment, before offering a weak grin in response. “Could I, go to the bathroom?”
 
“Hm? Oh yeah, for sure!” There’s not even the slightest moment of thought that goes into Cheery’s response as she giggles. “Take care of whatever it is you need done.”
 
Vinyl gulps, blushing as a small series of laughs rumble through the classroom. Getting to her feet, she mutters her thanks and hurries out into the hall. With class currently being in session, the building is relatively silent. True, she can still hear the faint murmurs of teachers educating their students, but for the most part Vinyl is alone in the stillness.
 
Well, that simply won’t do.
 
Biting her lip, the DJ reaches down to the music player on her hip and presses play. She holds her breath, waiting for the delightful lights to show themselves again, but instead a soothing, gentle chime plays in her ears.
 
“Thanks for tuning in to ARHD, the only station you’ll need for the hottest dance music. Have a listen.”
 
ARHD? Vinyl’s face scrunches up as she tries to process the unfamiliar station letters. For that matter, when had she switched over to internet radio? Maybe a bump while she was in class but-
 
The girl’s thoughts slip away as the music comes on, bringing the lights and a fresh look back to an otherwise bland and silent world. A dopey grin slips across her face as the bass begins to pound, as though it is encouraging her to step out into the world. And so she does.
 
It’s a pleasant beat, perhaps not as intense as she’s used to, but Vinyl is encouraged by the visual and audible stimuli so she continues to listen. Her barely-there heels click quietly against the tile floor, but as she walks, her stride begins to shift. Where before, each step had been roughly parallel to her shoulders, now they are growing closer and closer together; so close, in fact, that Vinyl almost seems ready to trip over her own feet. But instead, a strange thing happens: her hips begin to swing, one foot easily falling in front of the other with all the practiced ease of a gymnast on the balance bar.
 
Vinyl is completely oblivious, right up until the point where the song wraps itself up and the world fades back into a slightly more lackluster hue. The dazed teen looks around, wetting her lips and frowning at the unfamiliar surroundings.
 
“Wasn’t I just in the classics wing?” she mutters, wondering how she ended up so close to the science labs. They were, after all, on the other side of campus. Perhaps she had gotten a little too into the music, and wound up here? That would certainly be embarrassing. Vinyl chides herself with a few choice words before going around the corner and leaves the hallway for a more secluded location.
 
The science lab equipment room.
 
Certainly not the ideal hide-away, what with all the glass objects hanging about and the hard floors, but it is quiet and rarely used. The chemicals are kept in various other locations around the school, so teachers only sent students in for replacements to broken equipment. It had taken an entire semester for Vinyl to find this place, but it has served her well ever since.
 
Settling down onto her usual box, the girl waits for the ARHD announcer to finish the introduction before the next song begins. And oh, what a song, even compared to the last. Somehow, the world seems brighter still, more lush, and even tasting a little better. Vinyl’s not quite sure how that works, but the air tastes absolutely amazing. So much so that she starts taking deep, gulping breaths to get even more of it.
 
As Vinyl breathes, her shirt begins to ride up. It isn’t much at first, but as the seconds pass it becomes more apparent that the hem of her shirt is actually rising with each gasp of air. But the strange thing is that it refuses to come back down, as though a fraction of fabric was disappearing each time. The modestly dressed girl soon finds that her navel is exposed to the world, but she doesn’t seem to notice. Her shirt creeps higher, revealing the gentle lines of her barely there abs, but still nothing.
 
Other stitches begin to come undone, the young DJ soon baring her nude shoulders to the world as the shirt unravels all the way down to her elbows, the fabric vanishing into sparks of pink before it even hits the ground. But the destruction of her shirt stops at her elbows; instead the cloth changes to be tighter, clinging closer to the flesh in a pair of shock white arm warmers that might look more appropriate on an 80’s model.
 
The pleasant buzz in the back of Vinyl’s eyes keeps her distracted, the increasingly heavy weight of her head sending it lolling about to the left and right, front and back. A happy smile rests on her lips as the rest of her shirt vanishes, leaving her only in a white bra, a white skirt, a small pair of heels, and her purple leggings. Although, if the slight sparks of pink around her ankles have anything to say, they aren’t much longer for this world either.
 
Sure enough, the magic in the music causes her leggings to shift to a more flexible and durable fabric, one that better clings to the contours of her legs. The oblivious girl gives a quiet moan as the song increases in tempo, lazily kicking her purple clad legs in the air in delight. The movement makes her skirt ride up, but it doesn’t stop as her heels touch the ground again, rising higher and higher, until Vinyl can feel the cool touch of the plastic seat brushing against her thighs, left bare by the miniskirt. Then her backside itself grows cold as her once cute knee-length skirt gives way to a full on micro, revealing the sporty white panties underneath.
 
She shivers, immediately sliding her hands up and down her legs in an attempt to warm herself up. The sheer, almost silky purple thigh-highs that crept down from her legs in opposition with her skirt cling to her like a second skin, and make her feel absolutely electric. Vinyl trembles again, though this time not from the chill.
 
“Thanks for listening to ARHD,” the woman purrs, Vinyl closing her eyes to ride out the absolutely boring wait before the next track kicks in. And, thankfully, she doesn’t have long to wait at all.
 
This track is much heavier than the others, with a bass line that sends shivers throughout her entire body, though they seem especially comfortable making themselves at home between her nearly naked thighs. Vinyl gives a gentle whimper, a finger delicately dancing ever closer to her still-covered muff, but bouncing back as she gets too close. However, with each pass she begins to pull back a little less, her shallow breathing all but begging for physical contact.
 
She knows she shouldn’t take advantage of the Principal’s pleasure philosophy, after all, she’s never done it before; she’s never had a reason to. But now, something’s changed and she can barely stop herself. In spite of the pleasure buzzing around in her head and below her waist, Vinyl struggles to piece together what it is that’s making her act this way. But that simply won’t do. As the song grows in intensity, the magic begins to cause Vinyl’s body to shift again.
 
Despite her desire to touch herself, the blue-haired girl has enough presence of mind to stop just before hitting her button. After all, she knows her body incredibly well; even with her eyes closed she knows exactly where the point of no return is and if she can just keep her finger from crossing that line, then-
 
But the sudden brush of fabric against her fingertip causes Vinyl to freeze. Not just from surprise, but also the delightful chill that rumbles through her entire body. The lights popping into life seem to take on a new brilliance, like flames calling out to be touched, or rather, for her to touch herself again. Even still, Vinyl knows that she shouldn’t have been able to brush her nub. And so, with a small twinge of fear in her belly, she looks down and-
 
“Wow.”
 
Again, it’s hardly adequate, but it’s the best that Vinyl can manage as she looks at her rump. Or, what had once been her rump, as the caboose now attached to her seems almost alien, forcing her to sit higher, and project herself further out. Which is why she was able to unexpectedly touch herself.
 
Standing, the blue-haired girl looks backwards at the small shelf of her backside. She is, or had been, a petite girl, with only modest curves to speak of but now, now she had something; a very sizeable something. With a sudden thought that had never crossed her mind until that moment, Vinyl skillfully flexes her hips, back, and glutes together, causing an almost gelatinous jiggle in her backside.
 
And it feels good. Great, so much so in fact that another small display of fireworks bursts on her sight, enough so that she gives her rump another shake and lavishes herself in yet another reward. This cycle continues for several seconds, before Vinyl shakes her head in an attempt to clear it. Something is wrong. Very wrong, and she had to figure out how to stop it before her tail-end starts growing further. Granted, she is still a far cry from Principal Luna, but-
 
The thought of the slender Vice-Principal causes Vinyl’s mind to sputter to a halt. While she can be a little cold and standoffish at times, there is no doubt that the woman radiated sex appeal and it is largely centered on her big, beautiful, bouncy backside. Vinyl’s trembling hands reach back and cup her rump, giving the altered flesh a squeeze. Supple skin shifts, sending shivers sliding up her spine and down to her now curling toes. The feeling is absolutely amazing, and so she does it again. And again, kneading both the soft layer of flesh, and the muscle beneath it, until finally Vinyl has to tear her hands away in order to continue holding herself up.
 
“Th-that’s good,” she breathlessly whimpers. “Really, really good. Is that how Principal Luna feels all the time?” No wonder sometimes she went without a skirt; being able to feel the brush of everything against her nearly bare rear would be heavenly. A pang of envy rumbles in Vinyl’s chest as she thinks about the Vice-Principal and her absolutely massive glutes.
 
“How is it fair that the VP gets such a great looking backside, and I’m stuck with a starter model?” The pale girl presses her lips together into a scowl, righting herself. “I mean, she’s got so much and she hardly ever shows it off or puts it to use. All she’d need to do is give a few more shakes.”
 
Still grumbling to herself, Vinyl jerks her hips and back a little, sending a delightful feeling shake through her rump. Almost as though they’re encouraging her, the lights flare to life again, causing the girl to send another, almost unconscious shake down to her bottom. With a grin, she quickly finds the heavy bass line and begins shaking her tail in time with the beat, each jerk of motion sending small, pleasurable pinpricks down below her waist. The thrumming bass whisks the pale girl away into a whirlwind of sight, sound, and feeling, leaving her unaware that the prickly sensation in her haunches belies something more.
 
After the first ten seconds, her new, palmable backside begins to swell forward, slowly at first, but with more and more vigor as the song she’s listening to begins to build towards a rather prolific drop. Higher and higher the music goes, Vinyl equal parts riding the beat and being dragged along by it, uncaring as her panties begin to pull up snug against her body on account of her gyrations. She’s used to it, after all, and it is part of the price to pay for being able to work her backside the way she can. Though, it might have been better for her to choose a better set of underwear this morning.
 
As if on cue, the white, high cut panties begin to shift. More and more of the fabric disappears in between Vinyl’s still swelling seat, the waist riding higher still as it remains snug against her groin. With a slight pop of pink sparks, the white fabric changes to a purple color and transitions into a saucy thong.
 
The chill of air conditioning on uncovered flesh only seems to spur Vinyl further; as the music hangs in the air for a long second at the peake, her hands sliding down to her thighs for support as she lowers her center of gravity. The music drops back in and the pale girl begins to twerk her tail. As she does, a vast swath of purple string vanishes between her rising rump, though it seems to be changing at a much slower pace now, despite the increased intensity. That is not to say that the magic itself is winding down, but rather finding new places to work.
 
In one instance, the pleasant buzzing of the bass now seems centered between her legs. Vinyl’s child-like, almost flat muff begins to puff and strain against the already barely adequate strip of underwear. The girl bites back a moan, her mons maturing marvelously as it makes a very clear indention against the thin, purple fabric. Combined with her entirely ineffective micro-skirt, she’s all but on display for the entire world.
 
Likewise, the music spreads and leaves a tingling in her thighs that spreads outwards from her palms. The slim girl’s legs begin to thicken and the stockings give a quiet creak of protest as they’re filled with more muscle and feminine softness. Vinyl’s once waif-like frame is giving way to a more bottom-heavy shape as her thighs and quads shift to accommodate the demands of her robust rump. After all, squats aren’t easy on twiggy legs so the DJ’s derriere is going to need all the support it can get. And if that means her thighs brush together sometimes when she walks? So be it.
 
Satisfied with her rump shaking routine, Vinyl grins to herself and slides back up, raising her arms over her head as she begins to work her waist and hips from side to side to the beat. Her torso firms slightly, the deeper groves of her abs giving the appearance of a girl who worked out, but didn’t devote her life to it. Her bra shrinks and shifts, beginning to resemble more of a bikini top than any decent sort of lingerie, finally settling on a pair of triangles to support her small breasts.
 
Between her ears, the pounding of the beat seems to knock loose most of her cares and concerns and filling in the gaps. Finding Principal Luna in a state of undress? Gone. The sudden, strange swelling that her butt had gone through? That had been ages ago; Vinyl’d been blessed with a truly bodacious backside thanks to puberty. The class she was skipping out on? Who cares! Her missing headphones? What was she wearing right now?
 
A new, but familiar life seems to stretch out in front of her, still full of music, but somehow even more fun than before. Vinyl accepts it without a second thought even as the song begins to finally wind down, leaving her a breathless, slightly sweaty mess. Dragging one of her arm warmers across her forehead, Vinyl grins and gives a sigh of relief.
 
“I feel so much better now.” And she did. Sometimes it just helps to work these stressors out on your own. Unfortunately, she’d chosen to do so in the middle of the day, and during class to boot. Gritting her teeth, Vinyl hurries out of the storage room and into a nearby bathroom. A quick wipe down in the best the pale girl can manage, splashing water on her face as the ARHD DJ drones on about something she couldn’t care less about. As she brings a paper towel to her face, she hears the woman prepare the next song.
 
“Here’s a special one for all you new listeners out there. It might even be a little familiar for some of you.”
 
The peppy euro-pop tune begins in earnest, a synth quickly accompanied by a catchy piano score. In truth, it is something Vinyl’s heard before, a little ditty that makes her feel both excited to be alive and filthy: not just because she was enjoying the corporate manufactured tune, but that she was committing some terrible mistake by even thinking about joining in on the easy to remember lyrics. Like, on the scale of cosmic retribution from powers beyond her understanding. But, in the end, she can’t help herself as she walks back out into the hallway, shaking her almost bare bottom to the beat.
 
“I’m a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world…”
 
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Back in the classroom, Miss Cheerilee is hunched over one of her male students, sliding a finely manicured finger down the page. The boy is sweating furiously, casting sidelong glances towards his teacher’s unbuttoned blouse which seems to strain with each breath that she takes. But he can’t stop smiling, and neither can most of the other boys in class as the gawk at the thoroughly engrossed, thoughtful teacher. The girls are far less kind, scowling, pouting, and generally trying to divert attention away from the enormous educator.
 
“So, Ovid’s trying to prove that Pyramus and Thisbe are totes in love with each other, so that when,” Cheery pauses mid-sentence as a familiar sound reaches her ears. Glancing towards the door, she smiles as the click-clack of high heels comes ever closer. After a brief silence, Vinyl steps inside, wearing a weak smile. “Ms. Scratch, you finally made it back.”
 
“I, guess I got a little turned around,” Vinyl chuckles, dragging a hand through her now shoulder length hair. A small ripple of laughter echoes through the class, but Cheery waves them off.
 
“Omigosh, I know what you mean. Even though I’ve been here a while, sometimes, I think I’m going one place, but I end up at Red’s office and I can’t figure out why. But c’mon, sit down; we’re almost to my fave part!”
 
The class laughs again but Vinyl smiles at her teacher, the eye-catching electric aqua lip color matching her eye shadow and nails. She moves back to her seat, the heart shaped earrings jingling quietly against the frames of her glasses. Her now palmable chest jiggles with each practiced step, even managing to tear a few gazes away from Cheery as she begins to teach the class again.
 
Vinyl does her best not to draw attention to herself as she sits down, but the thong wedged up between her legs has some students glancing her way almost constantly. As Cheery begins to drone again, Vinyl struggles to not lift the headphones to her ears and ride the light and sound show once more. But ARHD would always be there after class, and maybe she could get another song that she could really shake her ass to…