Author's Note

Okay, this extra is not exactly related to any chapter of GTVS in particular, but I think I implied enough what happened on Fridays afternoon when all the teachers but Headmistress Celeste Heliopolis (Celestia ) and Dimitri Shutnikov, the Math teacher (Discord) are away from the school. That chapter is how things usually happen on those particular fridays :p I hope you'll enjoy it.

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Bonus extra: teasing in the Headmistress' office

“William, how are the girls feeling for next week’s match?” Celeste Heliopolis, Headmistress of Celestia’s Royal Academy of Canterlot, asked casually as her gaze scanned the document summarizing all of the female Basketball team of the school’s performances.

“Physically, they’re on top of their game,” Will assured before he glared at the yawning blue-haired woman across the teachers’ room’s conference table. “Mentally speaking, not so much, thanks to teacher DJ here!” he added angrily at the younger teacher.

Vincenza Vinyl Scratch blinked in surprise at being addressed by the brawny coach as the rest of the table glanced in her direction. All teachers bearing a profound expression of confusion on their faces, Vinyl included.

“What did I do?” Vinyl asked in a genuinely innocent tone.

“The girls haven’t recovered from your little trick with Jacquelyn Smith,” Will replied in a cold whisper. “Gave them a huge blow on their moral.”

“.....You’re joking, right?” Vinyl asked back, raising angrily her right eyebrow.

“Excuse me, what are you two talking about?” the sciences teacher, David Turner, voiced everyone’s question out loud.

“Scratch here thought it a good idea to have one of her friends play a game of basketball with her students to humiliate my players before the season starts.”

“....Huh?!” Many teachers let out as Will’s answer brought more questions to the table.

“Humiliate them? No!” Vinyl retorted sternly. “Reminding them of the core values in sports known as Humility, yes! Though I can see why they’d confound the two words. They do sound similar.”

“Are you calling my girls stupid?!” Will barked in a booming voice as he stood up.

“What if I am?!” Vinyl barked back, standing up as well.

“HUM-HUM!” Celeste cleared her throat loudly, prompting the two opposed teachers to look in her direction. “William, Vincenza, please do sit back down.” The two teachers remained standing. “If possible now, or else I’ll not hesitate to keep you both in detention for the rest of the afternoon like I do with the misbehaving children that attend MY school.”

In the second that followed her threat, both members of the teaching corps had found their way back to their respective chairs. Pleased that her employees had decided to behave like the grown-ups they were supposed to be, Celeste joined her hands together and asked William what was precisely the problem.

“Vincenza came to watch her students during PE with some friends of hers,” William explained slowly. “When she saw that some of her students were having trouble, she convinced me let them have an extra player, which turned out be one of her friends, who happened to be a professional Basketball player.”

“Hum… You’re not going to talk about the matchup you had established?” Vinyl asked sharply, interrupting the coach. “Or do you want me to do it for you?”

“Vincenza,” Celeste warned slowly, casting a sideways, imperative glance at the young teacher. “Let him finish!”

“As you could have guessed it, the girls lost that game,” Will explained sourly. “And with the game, they lost their spirit. Their morale has been skimming the ground since then.”

“Oh, Dio!” [Oh, come on!] Vinyl shouted snappily, pointing her finger at the muscular man across. “That was two weeks ago! If our basketball team still hasn’t recovered yet from losing a friendly match in PE against my girls for the first time, then you must suck at coaching these girls!”

“WHAT?!”

As the roaring argument between the two teachers started to divide the conference table, Celeste brought her hand over her face in a tired gesture. While many teachers decided to take sides in the clash between the senior music teacher and the coach, Theresa tried her best to get everyone to calm down and Dimitri, the math teacher, had put his hands behind his head to watch the show with a happy grin on face. Moving her hand from her face through her long four-colored-hair, Celeste let out an annoyed sigh. The Nightmare Night festival was upon them, and she had the strong feeling that they would probably not talk much about it, unless she were to decide to actually carry out her previous threat.

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Two hours later, Headmistress Heliopolis’ office…

“Celeste,” Dimitri called casually as he passed his head through the office’s threshold. “Theresa just told Vincenza and William they could leave.”

“..... They stayed in the detention room?” Celeste asked incredulously as she looked up from the folder filled with the bills for the following day’s festival.

“Well, you told them to, Celeste,” the math teacher reminded with a shrug while sitting on the chair in front the headmistress’ desk.

“I didn’t think they would actually stay for the whole two hours,” Celeste said in a gentle, surprised tone after checking on her wrist-watch.

“Vincenza claimed that she stayed for nostalgia’s sake,” Dimitri commented casually. “Apparently, she used to spend a lot of time in detentions.”

“I know,” Celeste let out as she focused her attention back on the bills. “She mentioned it in passing.”

“So not only did you hire her when she didn’t even finish High-school, but you did so knowing she was also a troublemaker,” Dimitri remarked playfully. “Your standards for teachers have gone low, my dear Celeste.”

“I think my standards haven’t changed a bit,” Celeste commented matter-of-factly as she tapped something on her computer, her eyes moving back and forth between the bills and the screen. “You started working here long before I hired Vincenza, after all,”

“I don’t see the correlation between her and me,” Dimitri replied, scratching the left side of his black goatee pensively. “I graduated from high school with a GPA of 5.5, and I’ve got a PH….”

“And during your wonder-years with a suspiciously high GPA, how many schools were you kicked out of for bad behavior?” Celeste asked with a knowing grin before Dimitri could finish his sentence.

“......... Touché, Madam Headmistress,” Dimitri let out with a sour pout on his face, even though it barely lasted a second.

“Thank you, Mr. Shutnikov,” Celeste replied with a nod as she rapidly tapped something on her keyboard. “So, I think it’s high time that I ask what are you doing in my office two hours after the end of today’s meeting.”

“Theresa asked me to let you know that she had let the two troublemakers out of detention, and that she was about to leave as well,” Dimitri explained casually as he looked around the office, seeing his reflection in the window behind the headmistress. “Before you ask, I was correcting a few tests in my office until now,” he added while he ruffled his black and white hair, having noticed it wasn’t tousled enough for his tastes.

“I’m going to assume that you’ve already finished your corrections, have been feeling bored in your office and thus, have decided to come annoy me?”

“You’re usually better than this, Celeste,” Dimitri tsked with a disappointed expression. “You only got one of the three right.”

“Oh, really?” Celeste asked back with a cocked eyebrow.

“I didn’t finish correcting those tests…Seriously, how did you get that one wrong?!” Celeste answered with a casual shrug as Dimitri leaned toward her. “Luckily, you were right about me feeling bored in my office.”

“So, you didn’t come here to annoy me,” Celeste commented slowly, her gaze slowly turning away from the screen in favor of the math teacher whose face kept on coming closer to her.

“Quite the opposite, my dear,” Dimitri claimed softly, his red and yellow, odd-eyed gaze losing itself in Celeste’s cerise-colored one as he boldly caressed the outline of her jaw with the back of his fore-finger. “I came here...” His finger ran down her neck until it reach of the collar of her shirt. “...so that you and I…” He continued as his digit traced the right side of the headmistress’ decent, but voluminous cleavage. “... could partake ....” he added in faint whisper at the sight of Celeste’s rosing cheeks while he reached for the first closed button of her shirt. “... in some Fun.“ he purred the last word sensually as his thumb helped his forefinger unbuttoning Celeste’s shirt.

Despite her reddening cheeks, the Headmistress held the math teacher’s gaze as his digits went down to inappropriately deepen her already tantalizing cleavage. Slowly her hand moved away from the keyboard to secure the offending fingers in a gentle grip. Dimitri watched in silence as Celeste brought his hand down to the desktop. Remembering the numerous encounters he had had with the Headmistress in this office, Dimitri was impatiently waiting for Celeste to make her move. She cast him a soft, sly grin as she rubbed the back of his formerly-offending hand with hers.

“Some fun, you say,” Celeste purred, leaning forward so that her voluptuous cleavage was pressed against the surface of her desk, thus reinforcing the view that the math teacher had of her breasts.

Dimitri tried to look away from the two pale bosoms partially trapped under their owner’s cream-colored tailor jacket and purple shirt, but Celeste’s impossibly prominent curves would always get the best of him. He stared at them for a couple of seconds before he cleared his throat and finally looked the Headmistress in the eyes, all while said headmistress traced small circles on the back of his hand. She had her head tilted to her right and was looking at him with burning embers of passion along with a glint of curiosity in her eyes. When she blinked in confusion at him, Dimitri realized that Celeste had probably asked him something.

“....Huuuu… You asked me something, right?” He asked in a whisper before he could think better of it.

“Indeed I did,” Celeste whispered sourly as she leaned back on her chair, her hand leaving his to re-button her shirt. “Good to know that you were listening,” she let out sarcastically as her attention went back to her computer screen.

“Well, in my defense, you were showing off the girls,” Dimitri reminded softly, waving at the tantalizingly deep cleavage the Headmistress was sporting. “You should know by now that they have an even worse effect on my concentration than your other ass-sets!” he added in a sheepish, joking tone.

Dimitri had hoped his humor would lighten the mood of the curvaceous headmistress. She had always let out a discreet giggle at his jokes, even when she had reprimanded him for a crass one. Celeste had always been like that from what the math teacher knew. When she simply closed her upper buttons with a displeased frown aimed at him, Dimitri realized how little he knew her.

“If you don’t mind, my girls, my ass-sets and I have some work to do,” Celeste stated coldly as she waved at the door before turning back to her computer screen.

“Why the hell are you so upset?!” Dimitri snapped in angry confusion. “Since we started that whatever-it-is-between-us, you’ve always successfully used your milk-bags just to break my focus. And NOW, you’re upset because of it?!”

She pinched her lips together as she threw a dark glare at the math teacher, who suddenly didn’t feel like arguing anymore. While Celeste had always been the kind of laid-back boss with everyone, there were moments when one would not simply talk back to her. Before today, Dimitri had never thought he would ever be the one in question.

“Would you please get out of my office, Professor Shutnikov? From what you told me, you still have some corrections to do.”

Dimitri gulped uneasily as the tone of the headmistress’ voice clearly told him that it wasn’t a suggestion, but a demand. He raised his finger while opening his mouth to speak, but she interrupted him before he could make a single sound by snapping her fingers in direction of the door. Dimitri was quite stubborn about certain matters though, even more so when said matters were about quality times with the gorgeously curvy woman before him.

“Come on….” he started after ignoring the pointing fingers aimed at the door.

“Please leave my office. I have work to do and, according to Theresa, I work better on my own than in your presence,” Celeste explained in a cold matter-of-fact tone.

“...Why are you taking this so seriously?” Dimitri asked vigorously. “You act as if I had been awful with you.”

“You haven’t,” Celeste replied sarcastically. “‘Milk-bag’ is the pinnacle of romanticism when it comes to speaking about some of my features,” she added with a dark glare.

“....oh,” Dimitri let out in realization. “....Yeah, I can see your point about that, and I apologiz…”

“Thank you for apologizing. Now get out!” Celeste sternly demanded. “I will not repeat myself yet again, Professor Shutnikov.”

“........ I’ll leave.” Dimitri conceded slowly as he stood up to leave the office.

Despite his office being just across the floor, the math teacher took more than five minutes to reach it. He had groaned sorely, dragged his feet on the carpet, and slumped his shoulders all the way. It wasn’t the fact that he had missed his friday fun-time with the headmistress that brought him down, it was the cold anger in Celeste’s voice. He sat at his desk, scratching the back of his head in frustration, before looking down at the still uncorrected math tests in front of him. He needed to get the sight of Celeste’s angry, but beautiful amethyst-colored eyes out of his head, so he grabbed a nearby red pen and took the first sheet of the stack, hoping his students’ attempts at mathematics would distract him enough.

“... If X = 3*A, A = 4, and if (X2+72)*(A-4) = Y, Y should be equal to 0, Miss Dash,” Dimitri commented slowly as he scribbled the remark “Do not read the equations too fast.” on the basketball player’s sheet.

After writing down the grade for Miss Dash’s test, an eleven out of twenty, Dimitri went for the second sheet of the stack. Though, his hand never reached it as his phone rang just before he touched it. The math teacher pulled it out of his pocket only to be confused. It was a text message from the headmistress. He cocked an eyebrow at the notification for a few seconds before he opened the message.

From Celeste Heliopolis:
Gotcha!

Dimitri blinked a couple times as he realized all the implications of that message. His surprised expression turned into one of self-righteous anger as he typed his reply.

To Celeste Heliopolis:
You’re one vicious woman, you know that?!

Celeste replied barely a couple of seconds later. While he was certainly surprised she could type so fast on the tiny keys of her phone, Dimitri’s main emotion right now was still his anger for having been tricked by the headmistress.

From Celeste Heliopolis:
I’m not sorry for that… But I could still make it up to you ;-)!

To Celeste Heliopolis:
How so?!

From Celeste Heliopolis:
Want some milk?

Before he cocked an eyebrow at the rather out of place question from the headmistress, Dimitri received another message from her. He opened it, only to freeze at its content. Unlike the previous message, this one contained a photo: a photo that made his jaw drop and his cheeks flare red. On the screen, Celeste was winking at him, her opened eye shining with a glint that mixed mischief and seduction, while her shirt displayed an extremely deep cleavage. To top it all, Celeste had pulled down the laces of her white bra, showing off her large, seemingly already hard, pink nipples to the camera while her arm that wasn’t taking the selfie was supporting her breasts upwards.

He remained silent for a few seconds, his gaze focused on the picture the headmistress had just sent him. Dimitri stared at it much longer than he would have hoped; he couldn’t deny the attractiveness of the content of the image. When he finally broke out of his funk, he noticed that Celeste had sent another message after this one.

From Celeste Heliopolis:
I’m waiting!

Gathering all his willpower, Dimitri coolly typed a reply that was in total contradiction with what his head, lust, and growing desire were telling him to do. He wouldn’t let her win this.

To Celeste Heliopolis:
You’re going to have to wait for a long time. I have tests to correct.

From Celeste Heliopolis:
I knew you’d say that….. but you should know that I cleared my desk! 0=)

“......Oh!” Dimitri let out as he realized he had just lost against Celeste, despite the more primal parts of his mind telling him he had just won the grand prize. He quickly agreed with them as he stormed out of his office to go to the headmistress’.

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Things got out of Dimitri’s control the moment he stepped back inside the Headmistress’ office. He hadn’t thought he would keep it for a long but it still got out of his hands quite fast. He barely had the time to see that Celeste had indeed cleared her desk while he was in his office and notice that the Headmistress wasn’t in sight when he heard the door being closed and locked behind him. He started to turn around on his own before a strong hand gripped his shoulder to make him face who stood between him and the door faster. When Dimitri caught a glimpse of Celeste’s reddening, eager face before she crashed her full lips against his, he knew that Celeste would do whatever she wanted with him, and he was perfectly fine with that.

As the math teacher kissed her back passionately, caressing her cheeks before entwining his fingers in her four-colored hair, Celeste smiled into the kiss before pushing herself forward. She pressed her half-naked chest against Dimitri’s still fully-clothed one - after sending him the tantalizing selfie, Celeste had hooked her suit jacket on the stands, leaving herself with her deeply open, purple shirt and her halfly pulled-down bra. Shivers of excitement ran down her spine as her pink nipples were rubbed against Dimitri’s suede jacket, but they weren’t enough to keep her from pushing forward. As much as he enjoyed having her pressing herself against him, Dimitri was forced to take a few steps back, still making out with the headmistress. When the back of his calves hit the desk, Celeste stopped pushing and parted her lips to brush her tongue against Dimitri’s while her hands tried to pull his jacket off.

“...You’re not…..ing to ma ….it if… don’t lea… ome... ace,” Dimitri tried to whisper softly through the hungry kisses from the Headmistress as she struggled to get rid of his clothes with her massive chest crushing itself against his.

Celeste groaned impatiently at his remark before nonetheless taking a step away from him and pushing him against the desk, causing him to lean onto the oaken surface. Dimitri’s gaze quickly travelled south, as he comfortably sat on the cleared desk, a detail that didn’t escape the Headmistress, who grinned seductively as she held her milk-bags with her hands before bouncing them up and down.

“The real deal is better than any picture, huh?” Celeste asked, purring like a cat as she saw her paramour’s eyes follow the movements of her jiggling breasts.

“..... huh-HUH!” Dimitri almost shouted as Celeste brought her right nipple high enough to give it a long, slow, sensual lick. “Phew!” Dimitri let out as he pulled his tie-knot loose, feeling suddenly hotter. “Hum-hum...You should know that I’m still a little angry at what you did earlier,” he added in a somehow serious tone, his eyes not leaving the sight of Celeste’s tongue against her own nipple.

“I’m sure… Though, I didn’t know that anger would make your feel tighter,” Celeste retorted mischieviously, nodding at the bulge in the Math teacher’s pants.

“That’s beside the point,” Dimitri retorted as the headmistress walked back to him. “The point is that I’m mad at you….” he added as Celeste undid his belt-buckle without any protest from him. “Why did you do that?” he asked softly as his left hand reached for the headmistress’ right breast.

“Hmmmmm,” Celeste moaned excitedly as he squished her mound roughly, pushing on her saliva-coated nipple with his forefinger. “Well, you’re not the only one who can play tricks, my dear,” she replied as her expert fingers went to unbutton his pants.

“Yours was a bit extreme…” Dimitri replied as she slipped one hand in his open pants while the other went to unbutton his jacket. “...D-Don’t you...th-think?” he asked with difficulty, feeling his hardening length being caressed through his underwear.

“Maybe…” Celeste whispered, pleased by the volume his private part rapidly took in her hand. “Though, you’ve always wanted to take me on my desk. I needed to clear it out first.”

“I...Could have done it myself,” Dimitri replied in a whimper as Celeste’s grip on his member tightened a bit. “You know? Movie style,” he added with a low chuckle, which Celeste returned. “I would have wiped everything on the floor in one swift move, and then shoved you on it to take you from behind before you could react.”

Dimitri felt Celeste’s hand tremble against his manhood as her cheeks turned red at his suggestion, making him realize that she wouldn’t have been against it at all. Coquettishly smiling at him, she pressed her lips against his while her left hand opened his jacket, her right still working his length up and down. Her lips were warmer and sweeter than a hot cup of chocolate milk, so Dimitri couldn’t stop himself from kissing her back.

“That would have been fun,” Celeste whispered, her mouth millimeters away from Dimitri’s lips. “But, we would have had to sort all the mess afterwards and found a good explanation as to how my computer screen ended up on the ground.” She nodded at the screen in question, which stood on a nearby shelf along with the stacks of documents that were scattered on the headmistress’ desk when Dimitri left the office earlier. “It’s easier this way.”

“Yeah,” Dimitri retorted, his voice still managing to produce some spite even with Celeste’s gentle massage of his lower region. “It was so much easier to make me feel like an unwanted idiot.” he added slowly.

“Awwww,” Celeste let out with a brief giggle as her hand stopped caressing his hard rod. “Sorry about that,” she whispered as she slowly started to crouch before him, her hand delicately pulling the front of Dimitri’s underwear down. “I only meant to make you feel like an idiot.”

“H...How is that better?” Dimitri asked with difficulty as his erection stood proudly as it was freed from his underwear.

He started to pant as he looked down at the headmistress, noticing that she had kneeled down before him. She ran the tip of her finger against the underside of his shaft, whose head was in full display a couple inches from her face. Her magenta eyes looked back up to him with the fire of desire clear inside of them, making Dimitri gulp nervously as his third leg twitched a bit at the delicate caress. Celeste coyly winked at him before blowing gently on his tip, making him shiver in excitement.

“.....Because you’ll never be unwanted by me,” Celeste stated softly before bringing her face forward.

Dimitri’s grip on the edge of the desk tightened instantly after the headmistress’ lips made contact with the tip of his erection. It was nothing more than a peck, barely lasting longer than a blink, but it still sent warm butterflies through all of Dimitri’s body. The second one, which was planted on the left side of his shaft, had the same effect. The same could be said about the third and the fourth, respectively gracing each side of his sack, though with a much bigger effect. The fifth one however took a surprising, but not unwelcome turn as the tip of Celeste’s tongue brushed against his whole length.

At first, the tip just softly went back and forth against the math teacher’s ruler, its licking noises covered by Celeste’s giggles at the sight of Dimitri actually praying to diverse deities for her to continue - quite a surprising thing to happen for a confirmed atheist like him. While briefly musing about the fact that she could probably make a saint out of him, Celeste pulled her tongue out more, brushing it in circles on Dimitri’s little head. As it was surrounded by a burning, yet wet embrace, Dimitri’s bigger head was thrown back in pleasure as his grip on the desk weakened to the point where when Celeste’s right hand softly pushed his torso, he offered no resistance at all.

The warmth around the tip of his cock gave way to a faint, colder -but still relatively hot- coat of saliva as Dimitri’s back landed on the desk. He took a few long breaths before finding the strength to move his head in order to look at what Celeste was doing. She had stood up from the ground, had pulled her open shirt off and was now pulling the zipper of her skirt down. When the beige, tailor skirt slipped off of her, Dimitri was graced with the sight of her lacy, white panties. They matched her bra to the perfection: just enough fabric to cover the private parts while the rest of it was just transparent lace made to show off the gorgeous, natural tan of her hairless crotch. He couldn’t stop himself from licking his lips at that sight, and the damp spot on the denser part of Celeste’s panties didn’t help at all.

Celeste’s hands went up to the front clasp of her bra as she stepped out of her fallen skirt. Deprived of their white, lacy support which Celeste let slide off of her, her massive breasts bounced a little bit, attracting Dimitri’s gaze instantly. She let out a brief giggle at the hungry glint in his red and yellow eyes before she approached the desk. Celeste leaned over his lying body, her large breasts hanging just above his pole.

“Please, tell me you’re going to do what I think you’re going to do?” Dimitri asked in a pleading tone.

“It depends,” Celeste calmly replied as she placed her elbows on the desk, one on each side of Dimitri’s thighs. “What do you think I’m going to do?” she asked with a sly grin, resting her chin on her joined hands as her breasts were pressed against Dimitri’s legs, barely an inch away from his standing manhood. “Or, should I say : ‘What do you HOPEI’m going to do?’” She asked sternly. “Maybe you were hoping that I would put it back in my mouth.” She ran the tip of her tongue on her upper lip as she said that. “...That I would suck it like a whore…” Dimitri’s breath quickened at her words. “...That I would let you shove it deep down my throat…” Celeste locked eyes with him as she brought her mouth closer to the purpling head. “... That I would let you come inside my throat…” Celeste added while giving it a swift, gentle lick. “...Maybe choking me with your load so huge that I wouldn’t be able to swallow it…” She leaned forward, causing Dimitri’s standing length to be enveloped by her two mounds. “...And as you would pull it out, you’d spray the rest of it all over my face…” Celeste shivered at the heat that radiated from Dimitri’s penis which was now trapped between her breasts. “... Marking me as yours… Your woman... Your toy… Your whore!” Dimitri gulped at the sight of his tip extending from her valley as she kept on breathing heavily on it. “Was that what you were hoping I was going to do, Pr. Dimitri Shutnikov?”

“....Well… To be honest, I was hoping that you’d finally try the “spinning top” position,” Dimitri replied as calmly as possible: voice shaking and sweating bullets due to the excitement and the heat he felt inside of him. “BUT, what you just said is kinda interesting, even if it is quite disturbing that you thought I would think of being that forceful to you. I mean, do you think I’m just the sort of man who would do that to you?! I respect you far too much to even think of….”

“I’’ll do both and let you dominate me from behind while I’m bent over my desk if you stop talking right about now,” Celeste whispered softly, her voice barely above a whisper and her lips almost not moving, during his long, shaky-voiced tirade.

I never thought I would be so happy to be in headmistress’ office, Dimitri thought as a religious silence instantly filled the office in question. Huh…. It’s weird that I keep on having that exact same thought every Friday afternoon since..WOOOO GODDAMMIT, SHE’S ACTUALLY DOING WHAT SHE SAID!!! Dimitri shouted in his head as Celeste’s plump lips wrapped themselves around the tip of his cock and she started bobbing her head, each following movement longer than the previous one.

And that was the last coherent thought Dimitri Shutnikov had until very late at night. Or at least, the last coherent thought of his that didn’t involve praising all the possible deities known to man for what Celeste Heliopolis was doing of him, which basically meant any-and-everything she wanted. Just as before, he was more than fine with that.