>Be Anon.
>Resident Highschooler.
>You've been called to the principal's office, no doubt because of all the pussy you've been tearing up lately.
>In actuality, it's probably because you've been throwing firecrackers at the younger students.
>Back when you were their age, you used to eat rocks and shit fire.
>Nowadays they cry if you so much as hit them.
>So alas, in this day and age, your homicidal tendencies must be brought to account.
>As you knock on the door to the principal's office, you reflect back on your week.
>All in all it's been pretty good.
>Brad did a backflip the other day and shattered his spine on the roof of his car at a party.
>Because he's ridiculously hardcore, the party didn't stop there, and everyone piled into the ambulance with him the paramedics joining in with the drinking.
>Even when paralysed he could still beer-bong.
>Helluva guy, that Bradley.
>"Are you going to stare at my chest all day, or are you going to come in?"
>Blinking, you realise you have been staring at principal Celestia's breasts for about a minute.
>Look up at her and grin.
"Uhh, yeah, sure."
>She lets you past and closes the door behind you, locking it.
>You take a seat at her desk and make yourself comfortable.
>This whole song and dance has been done with Luna a thousand times. Celestia will talk to you about how "bad" you are, then let you go.
>Real scary.
>Celestia sits down across from you and picks up a pen, writing something down for a while in silence.
>You take this time to look around her office.
>Pictures and ornaments adorn the shelves, and a framed photo of Celestia and Luna hugging sits facing you.
>"Now."
>Celestia sets down her pen and looks up at you, her fingers knitted together.
>"You've been acting out quite a lot lately, Anonymous."
"Yeah, I guess I have. I'm so sorry for everything I've done. Can I go now?"
>You smirk at her.
>Celestia smiles back.
 
>"You're quite an amusing boy, you know that?"
>Stretch and hold her unblinking gaze with one of your own.
>The principle doesn't falter in the slightest, and the longer you stare into her eyes, the smaller you feel.
>Shifting uncomfortably, you try to maintain your composure, but Celestia's emotionless stare feels like it's boring into your soul.
>Just before you speak up, she chuckles.
>"You can leave, if you want."
>You're out of that chair immediately.
>Putting your hand on the handle, you try to open the door.
>Tug on it several times.
"It's locked."
>"Oh my. Is that so?"
>Slowly turn back around.
>Celestia is giving you the same serene, yet emotionless smile.
>"Isn't that a shame."
"Principal Celestia, I would like to leave."
>"We all want to do what we want, Anonymous. But life is about working for what you desire."
>Her fingers unknit, and you see the key between her index finger and thumb.
>She studies it.
>Then slips it down her shirt.
>"Pity how things often don't work out how we intend them to."
>Put your back to the door, wide eyed.
>Celestia makes no effort to move from where she's sat.
>"You want to leave? You'll have to put in the effort."
"I... I don't... Are you implying what I think you're implying?"
>"That depends on what it is you think I am implying, Anonymous."
>Lower your voice slightly, your 'tough guy' approach all but evaporated in the face of your superior.
"Do you want me to... Have sex with you?"
>Celestia chuckles to herself.
>"Don't be disgusting, Anonymous. Why would I want to have sex with -you-?"
>Ouch.
>That stung.
>Your face flushes red and you suddenly feel far more self concious about how you're standing.
>Make the effort to shuffle your feet some more.
>You walk over to your seat again, and sit down.
>"There's a good boy."
 
>Stare at the desk and don't respond for a second or two.
"What do you want me to do?"
>"I want you to get under the table."
>You slide off your chair and crawl under her desk.
>Gulp as you stare up at her from between her legs.
>She smiles down at you, her breasts hiding the bottom of her face.
>"You look rather fetching down there, Anonymous. Let's see what you're capable of."
>Celestia stands up and undoes the buttons on her pants, letting them drop to the floor around her ankles.
>Your blush grows more intense as you're greeted with two extremely long and hairless legs.
>Her hips are profound, and her legs look soft, yet strong enough to kick through a door.
>Celestia's naked frame gives off an air of raw power.
>Her actions are those of a person that knows what they are capable of, and the effect they have on other people.
>You're too intimidated to even say anything witty.
>She isn't anything like Luna.
>She isn't like Luna at the slightest.
>Celestia's panties follow her pants to her ankles, and she sits back down.
>You are greeted with a plump, hairless vagina.
>It's scent wafts to your nose, and it becomes clear that Celestia takes excellent care of herself.
>Above her lips, a small, styled patch of hair sits.
>Barely even noticeable, and more there for decoration than anything else.
>Celestia sighs.
>"Now, Anonymous. Shall we begin?"