"You wanted to see me, Principal? It's - pretty late." Sunset Shimmer slipped through the door to Celestia's office, with a small frown. The lights were low, only a single lamp on the desk, and thanks to the early sunset in winter, it was already dark outside.

No one was sat at the desk.

"...Principal?" asked Sunset, puzzled, stepping further into the room. Something felt really off about the situation, but she couldn't imagine what she might have done to annoy the Principal lately. Since the Battle of the Bands, things had actually been pretty quiet.

A figure stepped up behind her, from where she'd been leaning against the wall beside the door. The lock clicked as it turned. "Hello, Sunset. Thank you for coming at my summons."

"Uh - have I done something wrong? If there's a problem-" Sunset began, turning, then the words died in her throat.

Celestia was wearing a closely cut jacket, in pure, silken black. Beneath it, she wore only a lacy, half-cup bra, clinging to her generous breasts, cut low enough to reveal just a hint of areola. Stockings sheathed her long legs, leading up to lace bands around her thighs, clipped to a garter belt. A pair of sheer black panties, almost a thong, scarcely covered her sex. A long wooden ruler rested in her hands like a threat, and her black-coated lips were curved in a sensual smile.

"Hckfph," choked Sunset, her eyes widening in absolute shock. "P-Principal? What-?"

Celestia stepped forward, and in one smooth movement, seized Sunset by the shoulder and pulled her into a hard, passionate kiss. Sunset gasped as the taller woman's tongue parted her lips and tasted her mouth, scrambling to keep her balance, her thoughts whirling so fast that she couldn't hope to keep up.

The kiss broke. Sunset stumbled, grabbing at the desk behind her. "Principal?"

Celestia lifted a hand, forestalling Sunset before she could give voice to the barrage of questions on her lips. "I'm not under any dark influence, Sunset. No spell, no sinister entity. You don't have to worry about that. I'm simply posing a single exam question for you, and that question is: do you want me to fuck you?" Her voice dropped into a sensuous growl on the last words.

"I - I - yes! Yes!" Sunset stammered. She couldn't think straight, taken too thoroughly off-balance, and before she knew it, the truth had escaped her.

The instant she gave her assent, Celestia moved. With one hand, she grabbed at Sunset's waistband and yanked down her skirt, taking her panties with it, and leaving her abruptly and totally exposed. "Wet already. Good girl," Celestia purred. "Turn around, ass in the air. You've been a bad student, Sunset. You need to be punished before you get rewarded."

Sunset didn't move, still in shock, her heart hammering. Her nipples were almost painfully stiff, rubbing against the fabric of her bra with her panting breath. Was she dreaming? This couldn't be real!

The ruler slapped into Celestia's other palm with a crack, making Sunset jerk in surprise. "Am I going to have to mark you down?"

"N-no! I'm sorry! I'll be good!" she gasped, twisting around. Planting her hands on the desk, she bent forward, lowering her upper body until her cheek rested against the wood, her naked ass pushed high into the air. Her cunt throbbed between her legs as the air caressed her hot skin, already slick and near-dripping. What madness was this? What had come over Celestia? How had she known?

A line of fire cracked across her ass, the slap of wood on bare skin echoing around the small, enclosed space. "Haah!" she yelped, jerking forward, a flush of heat rolling through her that sparked delicious tingles of sensation even as it fogged her mind.

"Say 'thank you for correcting me'," intoned Celestia's voice from behind her. Smooth, soft fingers caressed Sunset's ass, tracing the line of burning sensation.

Oh, stars above, she'd needed this so badly for so long... "Thank you for correcting me, Principal!" she gasped, a shuddering arousal livid in her words. The ruler cracked against her ass again, and she jerked, whining loudly, desperately wanting to reach under herself and touch her clit but not daring to move.

"No, that's not it. Try again," purred Celestia.

Gasping for breath, her head swimming, Sunset felt the last barrier holding back the truth give way completely. It just didn't matter how Celestia knew; not anymore. All that mattered was that it was happening. "Thank you for correcting me, Mistress!" Sunset cried out, her hips jerking in an instinctive thrust.

"Hm. That will do," decided the tall woman, and the ruler descended again. Sunset cried out as the thin, springy strip of wood laid stripe after stripe of stinging red pain across her ass, each blow scattering her thoughts further and further into the deepest recesses of her mind. When the lashing ruler was replaced by soft hands and softer lips, kissing and caressing, all she could do was moan in dazed relief.

"You've always wanted to have sex with me, haven't you."

"Yess... always... since the first moment I saw you..." she mumbled, dazed and distant, almost entranced.

There was a rustle of cloth, a soft snapping of clips. "Straighten up and turn around, Sunset," Celestia commanded, her voice quiet and husky.

Dreamlike, her ass throbbing, a trail of wetness down her thigh, Sunset breathed, "Yes, Mistress," and pushed herself upright with shaking arms.

She turned.

Celestia's bra was gone, her panties likewise; the garter's stocking clips hung loose. Her bare sex was flushed pinkly, smooth and wet, and her soft breasts held the jacket open, her prominent pink nipples jutting stiffly. "You're forgiven," the older woman breathed. "Come to me. Touch me."

"Oh, yes... please, yes..." whispered Sunset, drawing closer step by step. She was lost in sensation, in arousal; the other woman could have commanded her to do anything and she'd have obeyed. Celestia's breasts filled her hands, the warm skin silken, and she felt herself drawn to those perfect pink nipples, covering one with her mouth and sucking softly.

Celestia's hands moved over her body, pulling off her back, stripping her of her shirt and bra, Sunset barely noticing the cloth being pulled over her head. She needed to be nude, to be completely exposed, for her tail to be high - no, she didn't have a tail anymore, but still, her ass twitched from side to side as old instincts echoed through her humanoid body.

Fingers grazed her pussy, and Sunset jerked, a sharp gasp forcing its way out of her mouth. In instinctive, thoughtless echo, her own hand moved down and began stroking and caressing Celestia's bared cunt, fingering her folds and sliding into her. The two of them moved together, touching, caressing, bodies almost merging as slick sweat coated their skin. Hot, panting gasps filled the air.

When Sunset had sex - and she had, more than a few times in this body - she tended to try to distract herself, to bring herself out of the moment and see it from the outside. To control the experience, control herself, control the moment that she chose to orgasm. Not this time. There was no part of her standing outside the experience; only heat, only sensation, surging and flowing, drowning her. Carried over the edge, she came explosively, jerking and crying out to the sweet sound of Celestia's urgent moans, feeling the other woman's cunt spasming and squeezing her fingers.

"That's - very good, my sweet little pony," Celestia panted.

Barely able to stand, her head full of fog and adoration, it took a moment for the words to penetrate. Then, her expression shifting slowly into one of total disbelief, Sunset lifted her head from the bounteous breasts she had been exhaustedly suckling.

"Princess Celestia?" she gasped.

Celestia's black-coated lips quirked into a wry smile. Her lipstick was smudged from their urgent kissing. "Yes. I wanted to come and see you for myself. I wanted rather more than to see you, in fact. I hoped you felt the same."

"You - you - you're unbelievable! This is how you say hello? I thought you were angry at me! I thought you hated me!" Sunset spluttered.

Reaching out, Celestia stroked her fingers over Sunset's cheek, then trailed them down her neck and over the curves of her small chest. "I never hated you, Sunset. I hoped you'd come back. But - I wanted this. Especially if you weren't intending on returning. Are you angry?"

"I-" Sunset began, then hesitated. She felt like she should be - she'd been tricked - but... "-no, I'm not. That was... I'm so glad you're here. I want more." Stepping against Celestia again, she let herself relax and wrapped her arms around the other woman, squeezing her ass with both hands. "More. Please."

"You shall have it," promised Celestia huskily, her hands sliding down Sunset's body to find and caress her sex lingeringly. "I want more too..."

Author's Note

It's the start of story-a-day week!

I set myself this challenge because, as I've joked several times, it takes me a thousand words just to get a character out of bed in the morning. Doing things all in one day pretty much forces you to get to the point! So, welcome to seven days of wasting no time, straight to the smut storytelling. Day eight, there's a bonus short story I wrote a while ago and never got around to posting, and now seems the time!

Naturally, some are better, some are worse, and will cater to different tastes. All the same, here they are. I hope you enjoy

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