The clicking of heels echoed through the hall as Cliona strode towards her classroom. She was a few minutes late, but it would not be much of a bother to her new students, knowing full well how students always dreaded history classes. Well, she was about to change that for them, whether they wanted that change or not.

Once she stepped into the classroom, all talking settled as the students all stared at the tall woman striding up to the whiteboard. Their gazes slid over the woman’s impossibly lush curves confined in a tightly sheath dress, but many snapped to attention when she turned and faced the class, a beaming smile on her lovely face. Her long dark hair was swept up into a chignon, showing off her slim neck and elegant structure to her face. Dark green eyes sparked with excitement as they swept over the students, most of which perked up in interest at the sight of the new teacher. She clapped her hands together, to be sure she had everyone’s complete attention.

“Well, hello everyone. As you all know, Miss Cheerilee went on a retreat for a few months, so until then, I shall be her replacement.” Cliona glanced over the faces of her students, noticing many were already starting to doze off, or pulling out their phones to text. “I am Cliona Desrosiers, you may call me either Madame or Miss Desrosiers.”

Cliona’s gaze slid over the classroom slowly, taking in every student. Once she was satisfied with everyone’s now on her, she turned towards the white board and began to write.

“Now, Miss Cheerilee left off at the turning point for the Roman Empire, with Octavian taking power, soon receiving the name Augustus. Now, can anyone tell me why Augustus succeeded at being Emperor and Caesar didn’t?” Cliona once again faced the class, keeping a pleasant smile on her face as she watched as a few hands shot up immediately. “Yes, Miss..?”

“Twilight Sparkle. He succeeded where Caesar did not because the Roman people did not see him as a tyrant. He was similar to Caesar, coming into power from a recent civil war, the end of a triumvirate, and rose to power in the Senate.” The purple haired girl pushed up her glasses as she spoke, her precise words making Cliona smile. The smart ones were always her favourite; so eager to please, so easy to satisfy.

“Very good,” At her words, Twilight beamed, reminding her of a puppy that had been given praise by her owner. “,Can anyone else tell me what else set him apart from Caesar?”

Another hand shot up, and Cliona nodded.

“Name?”

“Sunset Shimmer.” Sunset smiled as she set her hand back down. “Augustus also didn’t threaten to get rid of the Senate, as Caesar had. Augustus didn’t even call himself Emperor. He held festivals for the people, often in honour of other people to boost their social standing. He gave certain plebians the chance to become patricians, and even gave the army a bonus at the end of their careers, so that the soldiers would remain loyal and serve their full term.”

“Exactly.” Cliona had to keep from bouncing on her toes as she got excited at the prospect at having two incredibly intelligent girls in her class. “You see, Augustus sought out to be in the good graces of everyone. He wasn’t a man of big tastes; he lived in a small home, he often gave Romans free grain during times of famine, so he had the right mindset.

Many people who try to take positions of power often try brute force, cruelty, or simply giving into the people’s demands. Now, you may roll your eyes at this, but it makes sense.” Cliona took a seat on her large desk, crossing her shapely legs at the ankle. “You are not completely stepping on the toes of others. If you do, you offer them something to make up for the stepping. For example, in today’s society, what would be the best to offer those who play in sports?”

The hand of a rainbow haired girl shot up. Cliona nodded to her, noting the eager sparkle in her eyes.

“Sports equipment, or maybe a chance to meet their idol? Or maybe even making it so a talent scout would be at your games.” The girl spoke up, a confident grin on her face. “Then they’d show off their awesome skills and win a place on their idol’s amazing team!”

“Something like that, I suppose. But honestly, Augustus won because he sought out the needs of the common people, which make up the majority of the Empire’s population. You can gain power, gain what you want from simply giving people what they want. There can be a stubborn stubborn one in there, but eventually, they’ll be yours. You just need to be sneaky about what you want.”

There was suddenly a snickering in the back of the classroom that caught Cliona’s attention. She frowned and slowly strode towards the source of the noise, the class’ eyes following her in silent anticipation. She crossed her arms as she glared down at two girls leaning together, gazing down at a cell phone. Cliona, not saying anything, reached down and plucked the phone out of one of the girl’s hands.

“Hey, give that back!” The pale haired girl snapped, then went slightly pale at the sight of her teacher looming over her. Then her face flooded with red, holding out her hand. “You can’t just take my phone, that’s illegal!”

“No, it isn’t. I have every right to take your phone if you use it during my class.” Cliona’s icy tone sent a shiver down Trixie’s spine as she felt the entire classroom’s eyes on her. “I do believe that you lost it for the day. I will give you your phone back when you come and see me at the end of the school day.”

“B-but you can’t do that! I, the Great and Powerful Trixie, need that for my practice performance tonight!” Trixie stood abruptly, her hands curling into fists.

“Miss Lulamoon.” Cliona’s mind flashed back to the student list she had glossed over, she hoped she had gotten the right last name. “If you continue to act like this, I won’t hesitate to give you detention.”

Trixie’s mouth then snapped shut as embarrassed tears welled up in her eyes. With a huff, she sat back down, slouching and crossing her arms. Cliona merely shook her head in disbelief and left the girl sitting there, going back to her lesson.

Besides that hiccup, it was a steady flowing class. When the bell rang and the students rushed out of her class, Cliona watched the students closely. They were all so new, still in that stage of believing that they were invincible, yet so innocent and fragile, especially the girls.

So many adorable girls, fresh and innocent..
..

Cliona watched as Trixie marched into the classroom just as the last bell of the day rang. The teen gave her teacher an angry look before taking a seat with a huff.

“I want my phone back.” Trixie hissed, glaring at her teacher who just sat there, holding her captive phone in her well manicured hands. “I need it back, now.”

“My, aren’t you quite the demanding student… Not much in terms of respect in manners, I see. I am highly doubting giving you your phone back.” Cliona slowly grinned, a devious twinkle in her eyes. “Maybe I should call your parents, tell them to pick it up and explain the situation to them.”

Trixie then paled at her words, jumping to her feet and rushing to the desk.

“You can’t do that! If you do, my parents won’t let me perform my show this weekend. Please, I’m sorry, I just really need my phone!”

The desperation almost made Cliona’s heart clench in pity. Almost.

“What is so important on your phone that you’re so desperate to have it back, Miss Lulamoon? Please, tell me.” The teacher met her student’s gaze steadily, a brow raised as she waited.

“I… It helps me with my magic show. I.. I can’t do some tricks, so with my phone I send messages to help with some of the tricks.” Trixie mumbled softly, resting her hands on her teacher’s desk, looking defeated. “Please… Please don’t tell anyone, I don’t want to be a laughingstock, I just want to perform magic like my dad..”

After a long pause, Cliona reached out and gently gripped Trixie’s hand.

“Why don’t you just as your father for help? I’m sure that he’d be willing.” Cliona pulled Trixie close as she stood, cupping the poor girl’s face.

“He’s… He’s never home. He’s always in Las Vegas, doing tricks and being famous. He… He never has time for me.” Trixie felt the tears well up in her eyes and instantly became furious with herself for being so weak around a complete stranger.

“Oh Trixie…” Cliona leaned closer, and Trixie caught a whiff of her sweet perfume. It was overpowering, making her feel light headed and her body beginning to feel warm.

“You know, I can do a bit of magic as well.” Cliona leaned close, her lips brushing against Trixie’s ear, causing the poor girl to shiver. The older woman guided Trixie to her desk and took a seat, pulling the girl onto her lap. “But I bet it would be nothing compared to your own, but perhaps I could help you.”

“Please, no one can outclass the Great and Powerful Trixie!” Trixie snorted, her mind still fuzzy, not fully processing the situation as she settled on Cliona’s plush lap. Her gaze lowered to the deep cleavage and scowled. “Trixie does believe that you defeat her in chest size, though. I hate it.”

It was cute, the switch between third and first person. Cliona cupped Trixie’s slim shoulders and her eyes drifted over the curves of her student before her hands slid down and cupped her smaller breasts. Trixie gasped and arched her back slightly as her nipples instantly hardened, rubbing painfully against the material of her bra.

“You’re gorgeous, Trixie. Don’t be concerned over something as foolish as breast size.” She carefully unzipped Trixie’s sweater, then pushed up her shirt, revealing her lovely breasts clad in a simple white bra. “And yours are stunning, a perfect size to fit in my hand.”

Trixie gripped the arms of the chair, gasping when Cliona pulled down the cups of her bra, her nipples hardening more at the feel of the cool air. Before she could say anything, to stop her teacher before someone walked in, those lush red lips of Cliona’s wrapped around a rosy nipple and began sucking. Trixie pressed a hand to her mouth to keep from crying out, her hips rolling as heat swamped between them, feeling herself become wet.

“My, you’re so sensitive.. Has no one ever touched these lovely breasts before? Such a shame...” Cliona laid her student back on the large desk and loomed over her, switching to her other breast. Her arousal spiked as she heard Trixie’s soft moans, feeling her squirm under her. Young girls were always so needy, it was always a delicious sight to see them squirm. She slid a hand between Trixie’s smooth thighs and almost purred at the feeling of the drenched crotch of her panties. So, so needy. “Want to see my magic trick, Trixie?”

“W-what..?” Trixie glanced up at Cliona as she practically tore her panties away, leaving the young magician completely exposed to a total stranger, who looked ready to devour her, hungrily licking those ruby red lips.

“It’s a simple trick, trust me.” Cliona trailed a fingertip along Trixie’s inner thigh, loving to see the girl’s hips squirm, seeing her swollen clit throb with a need to be touched and her juices dripping onto the surface of the smooth oak desk. She then slid the finger deep into Trixie’s pussy, feeling the virgin walls clench tight around the digit, pulsing with heat and the need to be fucked, to be satisfied. Her thumb then began to tease Trixie’s clit, finally making the girl moan loudly through her hands.

Trixie missed the slim hands of her teacher glowing green, but certainly felt the sudden punch of heat in her womb, the desperate need that made her breasts and pussy suddenly ache from overwhelming arousal. Her legs splayed wide as her hips bucked, presenting herself to Cliona, to her mistress. Cliona hummed with satisfaction as she slid a fingertip over Trixie’s labia, the oversensitivity causing the teen to writhe and cry out.

“Oh, I almost forgot another trick, Trixie..” Cliona slid off her own panties, black and lacy, and tossed them aside to join Trixie’s. She pulled up her dress to her wide hips, showing Trixie the most perfect cunt the teen hand ever seen, a lovely shade of pink, labia dewy with arousal. As Trixie watched, the swollen clit was enveloped in a blue glow and grew. In a blink of an eye, she was staring at a long, hard cock that was standing proud between Cliona’s thighs.

“What the fuck?!” Realization slammed through Trixie’s lust momentarily for her to realized that that just wasn’t right, but the panic quickly vanished when Cliona leaned over and kissed her. The two women moaned at their tongues wrestled, tasting each other as the head of her teacher’s cock pressed against her cunt. Trixie shivered at how hot it felt, feeling it throb simply from the head. Her eyes rolled back as the lust filled her again, drowning out reason and fear.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good...” When Cliona thrusted in, she took her time, not wanting to damage her lovely new pet. She moaned, feeling the walls already milking the shaft of her cock for cum. She pulled back slightly and gazed deep into her student’s eyes, seeing them glazed over in lust, lost to her powers. She began to thrust her hips at a steady pace, their breasts pressing together as she kept Trixie pinned.

For her first time, Trixie had never in her life expected something like this, but the cock stretched her out in such a way, filling her perfectly, that she never wanted it to stop. She began moaning Cliona’s name over and over as she was pounded into, the desk creaking loudly under them. Cliona cupped one of Trixie’s bouncing perky breasts, giving it a harsh squeeze and tweaking the hard nipple. Soon their bodies were rubbing together as the feeling of pleasure got more intense between the two women, nails dragging along soft skin, slowly drawing blood.

“I’m going to breed you, Trixie. Would you like that, to be filled with my young?” Cliona whispered, her hips moving more and more frantically, her body beginning to slowly tense. The teacher peppered kisses along Trixie’s neck and between her breasts, her tongue trailing along her skin, tasting the salt of her sweat. “Would you be willing to help me get back what should have been mine..?”

“Y-yes, yes, breed me!” Trixie’s tongue lolled out as her G spot was repeatedly abused by her teacher, her hips bruised by Cliona’s strong grip, her mind being completely taken over. The desk creaked louder as the thrusts became more animalistic. She gripped the edge of her desk, her nails digging into the wood, one even breaking as her orgasm hit her so hard, she saw stars. “Oh fuck!”

Cliona purred and flipped Trixie onto her hands and knees, only to thrust right back into her with a rough force. Trixie growled and began rocking her hips at a furious pace, not wanting to be outdone by one simple orgasm. She was eager to please her new mistress, to show her that she was the very best. She reached for Cliona’s hands and guided them to her modest breasts, whimpering as the older woman pinched the nipples and twisted them roughly. Her arms buckled from under her and she was pushed down, her face pressing against the cool wood as Cliona’s thrusts got more and more rough, the sound of skin slapping against skin becoming louder. Cliona then bit Trixie's shoulder, causing the teen to whimper from the pain, her knuckles going white from gripping the desk to hard.

Trixie soon came again, her cunt clenching tightly, milking the thick shaft, causing the older woman to tense, a lustful moan to leave her. In a swift move, she turned Trixie onto her back, wanting to see into the girl’s eyes as she bred her, and made it known that she would keep breeding her until the end of time. Cliona kissed Trixie as she suddenly came. Her hips kept moving hard, pumping the girl full of thick, fertile cum. When it subsided and Cliona pulled out, the cum slowly oozed out from the gaping cunt, spilling onto the desk.

“Mmm.. That was amazing...” Cliona transformed herself back to normal and pulled on her panties. She stared at her student, spread sluttily on her teacher’s desk, oozing cum like a common whore. Her skin was covered in red lipstick stains; along her neck, ringed around her nipples, a mess of crimson.

“Please... More, please...” Trixie panted out, her tongue lolled out and her eyes rolled back, her mind truly lost. Cliona chuckled and helped the poor girl get clean, and as her hands glowed green, Trixie’s mind slowly came to realization what had happened. Yet… She did not feel disgusted, she did not feel furious. Instead, when she met Cliona’s eyes, her heart fluttered in her chest. Cliona picked up the discarded cotton panties and handed them back to Trixie as the girl clumsily rushed to get dressed, hiding the bruises that began to show. Trixie’s cheeks went rosy as she sat up, her arms crossing over her chest,still feeling naked though now dressed. “M-miss Desrosiers..”

“Cliona.” The older woman cupped Trixie’s cheek and smiling in satisfaction when she saw an almost pathetic look of infatuation in the young teen’s eyes. “I certainly hope you’ll call me by that name.”

“I-it’s such a pretty name.” Trixie kissed her against, her body rubbing up against Cliona’s. “A perfect name for my Mistress...”
…

Cliona clapped along with the crowd as Trixie made the bunny she pulled out of her hat levitate, then turn into a dove only to land on the magician's shoulder.

Then she went and performed more amazing tricks that sent the crowd clapping, all the while they failed to notice the young woman amongst the crowd whose hands glowed blue during each trick. The crowd was dazzled by the bright lights, the dragon the girl made from the small flame she ignited with a match that slowly grew into a massive creature. By the end of it all, the small crowd erupted into cheers, Trixie taking a grand bow, blowing kisses to the crowd before heading backstage.

Cliona silently entered the star’s small dressing room, smirking as she walked up and hugged her from behind, causing the teen to squeak.

“This may be a small concert hall, but I assure you that you will be on a grand stage, wooing the world with your magic.” Cliona whispered into her ear, peppering soft kisses along her neck, gently groping one of Trixie’s breasts, causing a soft moan to escape the teen.

“M-Mistress, you promise to come with me, right?” Trixie whispered, turning and kissing her, soon getting a glossy look in her eyes as Cliona’s hands once again glowed blue, heat spreading swiftly through her body as she was pinned up against a wall, her legs instinctively wrapping around Cliona’s broad hips.

“You and I will go anywhere, but I can’t leave yet. I’m working on regaining what was taken from me. And it will take more than you to help me achieve that..” Cliona’s gaze flickered to Trixie’s discarded backpack in the corner of the room. She set the teen down, who in turn pouted, and reached into the bag, pulling out a yearbook.

Cliona flipped through the pages before her gaze landed on a picture, her lips curling into a smirk.

“Do you think she will be willing, pet?”

Trixie glanced over her shoulder, then her eyes widened when she saw the picture her mistress was pointing to.

“I’m not sure, but I know that she will never be as good as me at pleasing you.” She boasted, her hand sliding down to the older woman’s crotch, her own hips giving an eager little wriggle. But then she let out a whine when Cliona pulled away, kissing the teen softly on the lips before heading towards the door.

“I will see you on Monday, Miss Lulamoon. I hope I don’t catch you missing your panties when you take a seat in the front row.” She said over her shoulder, smirking as she saw the realization in Trixie’s eyes, then the eager nod, reminding her of a puppy eager to please their master.

“Maybe my persuasion spell was a bit too strong for her, I kind of liked her competitive, superior personality. Crushing it was even better.” Cliona murmured as she headed towards her car, once again looking through the book, looking at the picture of another girl in her class, feeling the lust and hunger roar in her chest. “But you.. You will be so much fun to break and breed…”

Author's Note

Alright, so this is going to be a series of stories I'm going to be writing, basically about Cliona going around the school and impregnanting a few of the female students and staff (with some male students/staff on there for fun), so at the end of each story, I will give you a poll so that you guys can vote for who the next victim of Cliona's can be. If any of you have ideas of who you want to see in the polls, just comment someone and I'll gladly put them there.

So, the first poll is here. Have fun, hopefully if you guys like this story, you'll look forward to others.