As she went to take a seat, she could feel the temperature in the waiting room clash with the stale warmth of the hallway from which she had come. This place was pleasantly cool, an icy contrast to the heat of the late spring that had arrived only a few days prior. With her current assignment nothing more than to sit and wait, the stark change in temperature would settle on her skin and set it to shivering; inactivity would ensure she felt the absence of every digit, and make her body react by little more than instinct.
All in all, a pretty good start.
It wasn’t Trixie’s first time being sent to the principal’s office, though perhaps not for reasons quite as unique as this. She wasn’t exactly a model student, was more emotive than most, and her predilection to showmanship was not a trait that endeared herself to everyone; suffice to say, she’d had her fair share of clashes over the years. Not ever out of malice, but occasionally out of spite. After all, a girl had to have the last word, didn’t she? And being the Great and Powerful Trixie of all people only meant she was required to hammer the point home. Being forgettable, for her, was something rather akin to a crime. And people should know it, too.
Her past memories of this place reported the same setting as each visit before: the weird stain that had somehow marked the ceiling, the wood desk with the dulled corner that everyone kept accidentally kicking, Miss Raven typing away on a relic of a computer that looked like it had once been used by the dinosaurs, and even her favorite chair that never seemed to sit on all four legs at once. Everything was exactly how she remembered it from her last visit- all save for the scenario. No, this one was a little more unique than any she’d ever conjured up before. Sure, there perhaps had been more practical ways to achieve her goals, but the message had come across all the same. And now that they’d have the actual subject matter at hand, it’d be a whole lot easier to push the envelope. In fact, it would be rather hard to miss.
Like any good performer, Trixie considered her work something of an art. To perform well and captivate the audience required a finesse to each and every aspect of oneself. You couldn’t approach anything like it was something inconsequential, even if it were little more than a backyard show for a bunch of schoolfriends. You had to perform, to dazzle! And seeing as this was the show she’d been dreaming of, Trixie wanted to be sure everything was perfect.
Unfortunately, this one would require a little ad-libbing. No rehearsed lines, no script from which to memorize- be swift, off the cuff, and able to roll with the punches. She could do that; panic had never been her thing. The wardrobe department couldn’t have been better even if she’d tried; pulled straight from practice, her cheerleading uniform was just about as perfect an outfit as she could have hoped for. Hmm…maybe let your midriff show, though, Trixie thought, immediately acting upon the impulse and turning her sports top into a crop-top with only a few rolls of fabric. Last but not least would be the stage, and seeing as she stood only a few feet away from it…
A slight glance over at Miss Raven, who’d not even bothered to give regards to Trixie’s presence; a mistake, if she had anything to say about it. Enjoying her place atop her favorite chair, Trixie began to rock it back and forth, that one gimpy leg falling back and giving a small but noticeable Tap! each time it made contact with hard tile. The sound was not a rhythmic thing, a broken beat that was meant to be distracting and unpleasant to human ear. It was a tried and true tactic that only required a little patience. Any minute now…
A grimace that pulled its way across the placid face of the spectacled secretary as the latest Tap! struck her ears. She was breaking. Just a couple more. Tap. Tap-tap. Tap-t-tap-tap-
Raven sighed, pausing from her fluid typing to turn and stare at her sole companion, a blank expression on her face as she let her gaze fall on the source of her irritant.
She’d taken the bait. Trixie promptly paused in her efforts and made sure to keep eye contact with the unreadable woman as she came to a halt. Her hands gripped the seat of the chair as she leaned just a tinge forward, arms bound by her side as she let them give her chest a slight, emphasizing squeeze…
A quick dart down to where a button came under stress before immediately flickering back up to the bright purple eyes that had most definitely noticed the swift double-take. “No,” Raven said flatly, turning back to her computer screen and setting to work once more.
“Worth a shot,” Trixie said pleasantly, not disappointed that her efforts had born no fruit. She hadn’t really expected anything from it. But hey, if she was to be here because she’d gotten in trouble, she might as well really get in trouble.
Only a spare few more minutes of waiting had to be endured before the intercom on Miss Raven’s desk crackled to life, that serene voice flowing through the static and sending forth a call. “Miss Raven?”
“Yes, Principal Celestia?” Raven’s hand was the only part of her that moved to answer the summons, pushing the button down as the other continued to type away. Trixie couldn’t help but be a little impressed.
“You can send Miss Lulamoon in now, please.”
“Right away, ma’am,” Raven answered, releasing her hand back to its typing and not even giving Trixie so much as a glance. “You can go in now,” she added.
Trixie took a slow breath and rose from her place, face beaming with a smile that spoke of only excitement. Oh, that grand feeling of suspense right before striding onto the stage; at last, the show was going to begin!
Things did not begin to her immediate liking; she walked through the threshold as every ounce the performing starlet, only to find that Principal Celestia was not even paying attention in the slightest. Rather than letting her eyes adore the vision of sultry beauty that now came towards her, she was still occupied with a sheet of papers that sat on her desk! Paperwork, of all things- when she could be staring at Trixie instead!
“Please take a seat, Miss Lulamoon,” Principal Celestia ordered softly, that sweet voice like honey to the young woman’s ear. Ooh, if she only knew how good she sounded- just how did she manage it so easily?
Trixie was more than happy to obey, taking a lounging position on the seat opposite her and making sure the first button on her top was relinquished of its duties. Her ample bust was revealed, though perhaps only just; a slight teasing was good for now, she didn’t want to go all-out right from the beginning.
“Apologies for making you wait,” Principal Celestia said as she sat down the last sheet of her paperwork, a quick rub of her eyes to rid them of their weariness. “It’s been an unusually busy day, I was hoping I would be done with this work for the school board sooner-” her eyes open and brought her monologue to a halt. Her gaze was first caught by the exposed midriff before slithering its way to Trixie’s cleavage- promptly given added emphasis by hers truly. “Oh for God’s sake.”
Trixie, allowing herself a little shimmy to make her chest tremor, gave a winning smile. “Yes?”
Principal Celestia sighed, pulling at her lovely face with her hands as they dragged across skin. “Miss Lulamoon, you are to correct your uniform this instant,” she commanded drily.
A setback, and an early one. Trixie hoped she didn’t pout as she acquiesced, resettling herself in submission. On the other hand, she didn’t mind being bossed around by Principal Celestia at all…
“Miss Lulamoon,” Principal Celestia began-
“You can just call me Trixie, if you’d like,” came the swift interjection.
A pause. “Miss Lulamoon,” Principal Celestia said, continuing in her professionalism, “I believe you know why I’ve called you here to my office. Is that correct?”
I know because I let you. “Did Trixie do something wrong?” she asked, her voice so sweet and innocent. Of course it was only a ploy, meant to emphasize what came next.
“Miss Cheerilee came to me this morning and wished to speak to me,” Principal Celestia said. “She reported that you had been in conversation with her the night before regarding your final assignment for her class. However, once your video chat had ended, you emailed her an additional response. Would you like to tell me the contents of that email that you sent to Miss Cheerilee?”
Trixie smirked, remembering how detailed she had been in her remarks. Her first idea had been to watch porn and listen to the dirty talk there, but hadn’t made it through more than two minutes of video before she’d decided to give up and try herself. Perhaps it was boasting, but she’d done a much better job at dialogue. As for the visuals- the red bras always look good. “Trixie would rather not say,” she replied proudly.
Principal Celestia gave another sigh, wondering if this whole conversation would be more akin to pulling teeth. “Miss Cheerilee stated that you sent her a very sexually explicit email regarding her and yourself, along with a series of personal photographs possessing a similarly suggestive nature. When she realized what you had done, she informed me that very evening of a potential incident, and did her best to explain to me the situation when she arrived this morning.”
Trixie continued to smile, not even remotely abashed by the cold description of her actions. She felt rather pleased with herself, all things considered; she could write sexy love notes, and had a rocking body to go with it. What was she supposed to be ashamed of here? “OK.”
Principal Celestia gave a twitch of her lips, the conversation clearly not heading in the direction she wanted to steer it. “Miss Lulamoon, such actions are wildly inappropriate. Surely you know this, you haven’t actually gone through life thinking that this sort of behavior would be considered acceptable, do you?” she asked.
Trixie pretended to ponder the though, humoring the luscious woman that sat across from her. She could feel Principal Celestia leaning in, awaiting a response that would indicate even the slightest ounce of humility. Instead, she shrugged. “Trixie doesn’t think it was so bad,” she said at last. “It’s not Miss Cheerilee’s problem that Trixie likes women.”
A raised eyebrow, but a more muted response than what had been anticipated. “Miss… Trixie, being attracted to women is perfectly fine,” Principal Celestia said, her tone softening as she allowed the temperature of the conversation to become a little warmer. “But how you feel about others is not what is causing me concern. It’s the fact that-”
“Trixie likes older women.” She proclaimed it, so smug and confident that she knew it was going to get a reaction out of the very specific older woman that she shared the room with.
Her guess was spot-on. Principal Celestia blanched just a bit, eyes turning wide as the bombshell delivered had now thrust her into target range. “Uh- well-” she gave herself a swift shake so as to regain her footing and recover from the shock. “Miss Lulamoon, you can’t just send sexually suggestive photographs to an adult! Think of the consequences, Miss Cheerilee could get in trouble just for receiving photos like that from a minor-”
Oh yes. “Hey! Trixie is a grown woman,” the magnificent showgirl protested, feigning offense at the remark. “See? There’s nothing to be angry about here at all.”
Principal Celestia paused. “You’re eighteen,” she remarked warily. “Since..?”
“Since a week ago,” Trixie answered, a grin soon forming as she recalled the events of that raucous night. The party had gone late into the night thanks to a bottle of tequila, she walking around in a revealing bunny suit and eventually spending a good deal of time making out with Diamond Tiara before drunkenly trying to sleep with Diamond’s mother. A good time, really- and a rather informative one.
The strained principal gave a sigh of relief, easing back into her chair as the greatest of potential dangers dissipated like mist in the morning air. “Oh thank God,” she whispered. “At least that! I mean, it’s still not acceptable or appropriate, but at least you’re not still an underage person involved here, that would have made it far worse.”
But something still didn’t settle on her youthful companion, Trixie pulling a face as she reflected on the remark. “Wait- why’s there still a problem? It’s all legal, and Miss Cheerilee probably didn’t mind the attention!”
“Trixie,” Principal Celestia groaned, “you can’t just send things like that to a staff member. Cheerilee has a position of authority over you, it puts her at risk no matter what your age is. The behavior is considered inappropriate regardless, and you’d potentially be putting her at risk of expulsion if she hadn’t reported it.”
Whoops. That actually hadn’t entered her mind when she’d taken the photos of her in that lingerie set; an obvious thought now, thanks to hindsight. It hadn’t been her intention to put Cheerilee’s career on the line, she was a genuinely nice person- and really sexy to boot. “Trixie… did not consider that beforehand,” the ice-haired young woman remarked. “It was only meant to be a nice gesture, not anything that would get her in trouble.”
Principal Celestia rolled her eyes, though gave a wry smile. “Perhaps a little more clear judgment before you start sending out emails next time?”
No fair. “That's lame. You mean Trixie can't show off how hot her body is?” she asked, pulling her uniform tight and letting her breasts become prominent points of interest once more. Oh thank God the air’s cold in here. She can’t miss it.
A twitch of her gaze towards nipples that threatened to poke through fabric; the young girl grinned. “Not to a staff member, at least,” Principal Celestia answered, her eyes occasionally darting back to Trixie’s well-endowed chest. “And for safety reasons, I would not recommend it period. You and I both know revenge porn is a real thing; it would be a shame to see such an act mar a successful career before it even begins.”
Trixie smiled, letting herself glow at the woman’s words that were so complimentary. Maybe she’d have an easier time of getting to the point than she’d thought. “You really think Trixie will be successful?” she asked eagerly.
“Of course I do,” Principal Celestia assured her. “You have the talent and the showmanship, and are a very pretty young woman as well. I would say that the odds are definitely in your favor.”
It was the opening she’d been looking for, and Trixie was not one to waste a golden opportunity. “Oh… so you think Trixie is pretty, do you?”
Principal Celestia opened her mouth to speak before shutting it just as quickly, realizing her choice of kind words may have been a mistake. “My remark is not a personal conclusion, of course,” she said as she tried to backtrack, “only that you seem to attract a great deal of attention from your fellow students. I’ve heard many of our young men talk about you-”
“But don’t you remember? Trixie doesn’t like boys,” the young woman cut in, her smile becoming half-lidded and more of a teasing smirk. “I like women. Especially mature women.”
Principal Celestia was often seen as an unflappable personality, unshaken by whatever storms that so easily destabilized others. But whether it be because of Trixie’s consistent self-advertisement or the sheer brazenness of her words, the poor woman’s stoicism was being put on trial in the worst sort of way. Another glance down at an exquisite chest before trying to refocus. “Yes… you did mention that earlier. My mistake.”
“You’re very pretty yourself, Principal Celestia.”
She’d managed it at last. The first turn of the key, set in the lock and destined to finish. The performance had only begun, but now she would have to ramp things up; make it impossible to ignore, be something to talk about, and then pave the way for the grand finale. It wasn’t like this sort of thing was unfamiliar to her, what with Trixie’s finesse in showmanship. She could see it through.
Principal Celestia blanched at the remark, taken aback and sitting erect in her seat as a small inkling of what was going on began to enter her mind. Trixie gave a wink, leaning in further to help maintain a more miniscule gap between the two and keep the heat of the moment. It was the slow realization that was making it all the more satisfying; despite it being by her summons, her will, Principal Celestia was starting to understand that she might not be the one in control of this conversation after all- and maybe hadn’t been from the moment it had begun.
“Did you not know? Surely you don’t go around thinking you’re ugly.” Trixie asked, a slow lather of her gaze across Principal Celestia’s figure; she was most definitely attractive, waves of hair that fell to the waist, a smooth and beautiful face that was adorned by soft eyes which sparkled like jewels- and despite her best efforts to conceal them beneath her clothing, a very appealing bust that was sure to be magnificent. She was matured like fine wine, and needed to be enjoyed. “Celestia, you are extremely pretty.”
“Umm… thank you,” Celestia said, now pushing against the back of her seat in the hopes of keeping herself out of the oncoming trap. “Miss Lulamoon, it is Principal Celestia.”
Trixie waved away the notion as though it were mist. “You can call me Trixie, Celestia,” she said, “It’s so nice to hear you say it. It’ll be even more fun to hear you moan Trixie’s name instead.”
Celestia’s eyes found themselves as large as saucers now, the larger extent of the young woman’s plan beginning to come into the limelight. “Oh my goodness, this is actually happening.”
Trixie basked in that remark, taking it as praise of a job currently being well-performed. Deciding the time had come, she re-rolled her uniform back into a crop-top, pulling at the buttons once again; her breasts spilled forth much more freely this time about, only a solitary clasp right at the edge holding back her bountiful magnificence. The response was of no surprise to her, Celestia now in a real fight to keep her gaze away from such a youthful, beautiful presence. The poor principal wanted to let herself look, to treat Trixie as the piece of eye candy she so desperately wished to be, but some silly obligation to formality just wouldn’t keel over and die. It was one last barrier, and the one that needed to topple next.
“Trixie, please button your top,” Celestia said, her voice now tight as she forced her vision to the ceiling above.
“Why? It’s alright if you look,” Trixie replied. “Maybe Trixie wants you to look at her breasts.” She laid her hands across her chest, giving herself a small feel for emphasis. She wanted each movement to be deliberate, an act that Celestia would only want to imitate.
It was too late to rectify the situation now. Celestia had wished to have a formal discussion between student and educator but instead found herself onstage with a lusting, sumptuous siren. “Wait- Trixie, did you WANT to get sent to my office?” she asked, now fully aware of just how perfectly she’d taken the bait.
Trixie beamed, only disappointed that she hadn’t managed a little fun with Miss Cheerilee before the real headliner came into reach. “It was definitely the hope,” she answered.
“But- goodness, what on earth for?” Celestia asked, perhaps hoping she’d receive a different answer beyond the only one it was going to be.
Trixie found her hands twitching, longing to just get to the best part of the show. She could see sweat beginning to form across Celestia’s brow, and she could only imagine just how it would make those marvelous breasts glisten. “Because Trixie thinks you're extremely hot and wants to have steamy, slutty sex with you,” she answered in a tone so blunt that all could be found to be missing was the word ‘duh.’
“Oh, heaven help me,” Celestia gasped, perfectly caught in the midst of a trap. “Trixie, if sending pictures of you in lingerie to Cheerilee was inappropriate, then so is trying to have sex with your principal!”
“It doesn’t have to be,” Trixie said in a silken voice, rising from her chair and seeking to close the gap between them. A quick push and she was atop the desk, cleavage brilliantly exposed and impossible to miss, a delightful view that Celestia couldn’t ignore any longer. “Don’t you want to have fun with me? You said I was pretty…”
“I didn’t mean anything- personal!” Celestia replied, looking for a means of escape. “Trixie, it’s not just authority, we’re on school property- you and I would get in so much trouble.”
“But that just makes it better!” Trixie protested. “Come on, Celestia, I want you! Don’t you want to make out with the Beautiful and Sexy Trixie? To feel these nice, soft titties? To have sloppy, passionate sex that makes you want to cry? Oh, oh, OH!” Trixie plunged a hand down beyond the threads of her skirt and let her fingers just brush the edge of her folds, adding to the delight of the moment. She was having so much fun already, and she hadn’t even really started!
“Trixie! For God’s sake, keep your voice down!” Celestia hissed, eyes darting about wildly as she tried to hush the young woman into silence. “Please, if it means that much to you then we can talk this over once you graduate- but not now, you’re being too loud!”
“Hmph! That’s not fair,” Trixie pouted, her hands now atop Celestia’s thighs and pulling her slowly towards her until the gap was little more than miniscule. “But… Trixie does know how you could keep her quiet.”
“Anything,” Celestia whispered, so desperate for silence that not until it was too late did she realize she’d taken the bait.
“You can keep Trixie’s mouth busy,” Trixie purred, and before anything could be done to stop it, she took hold of Celestia’s lips in a wild, desperate kiss. She did not allow for any sense of subtlety, not an ounce of reservation to be found; this kiss was made of magic, meant to steal breath away in a lavish performance of sapphic praise. She kissed Celestia wildly, her eager tongue piercing through bound lips and ravishing that sweet mouth for which she had so deeply desired. She poured out her feelings onto Celestia’s stunned tongue, licking and lathering away with a wild fervor; it was a magnificent thing that only wild desire could create, Trixie lapping away within with such passion that any hope of resistance was wiped away in a frenzy of lust and saliva. When she at last decided that any hope of call for rescue would have been cast aside, the luscious showgirl retreated from Celestia’s lips slowly, her act of glory highlighted by a thickened band of spittle that hung between their tongues like shining silk.
As Trixie fell away from her object of desire, she felt a glow of pride at how thoroughly starstruck she’d left this beautiful woman. Celestia’s eyes were wide as could be and saw nothing, the flush on her face a deep shade of red as she sat there with all the movement of a statue. Her mouth still lay agape from where Trixie had left her ravishings, that fair form left in shock by the wild action. She’d wanted to do this for so long now, eager to at last have the opportunity to make love with the numerous women of which she’d dreamed. Of course she would begin with the top of the food chain, this illustrious woman of the heavens.
“Wasn’t that fun?” she asked playfully.
Celestia at last blinked, returning slowly to reality as the full weight of what had just transpired came crashing down upon her. “Oh my gosh, I am going to get fired,” she breathed, horror attempting to override any other desires or emotions that had come about from she and Trixie’s sapphic union.
Trixie, however, would have none of that standing in her way. “No you won’t!” she promised, sliding off the desk and putting herself in Celestia’s lap, arms around the neck as hands began to twirl that silken hair. “We can have fun together- and it’ll be our little secret.”
Celestia looked up at Trixie, eyes still wide and face still flush. The inner workings of her mind could be heard whirring, even as her own arms came about the young woman’s waist. “You promise?” she asked hesitantly.
Triumph at last. “Trixie promises she doesn’t kiss and tell,” the showgirl trilled.
Celestia took one last breath, eyes going shut before opening again and revealing a lustful fire that burned bright “… Prove it.”
What hesitation there had once been was gone in the span of a heartbeat, Celestia and Trixie latching onto one another by both hand, leg, and lips as their kisses bypassed all sense of restraint without a thought. This was sheer lustful desire, passion given form and freedom as woman found woman and couldn’t bear to hold back any longer. There was only the show now, and the grand finale that awaited them.
Body pressed fiercely against body with each meeting of lips, tongues caring not whether they remained indoors or out; moans that came unbidden were occasionally left muffled by a new press of flesh and saliva-coated muscle, their cascade of twirls and latherings binding them together all the more tightly. Trixie let her hands flow freely across this gorgeous woman’s body, fingers running through hair as though it were water, caressing her cheeks whenever their celebration of kisses turned tender, desperately feeling those mounds of fat that were kept from her by layers of fabric. She wanted to feel those nipples harden in her hand, to make this beautiful woman shiver at her touch! Oh, this makeout session was glorious, desperately wonderful- but she wanted more!
Celestia could hardly dare to think about what she was doing. Trixie was an adult, a grown woman who was capable of making her own choices- but still a student! She knew that if anyone entered her office now and saw this, she would certainly be doomed and put to scandal. But she loved the feel of Trixie’s soft lips that so fiercely found her own, the taste of the lip gloss that adorned them. It was such a creamy tinge of vanilla; had Trixie put it on just for her? The whole affair was so scandalous and wrong, something she couldn’t possibly ignore- but the thought only made her all the more aroused, more eager to dive in deeper. It was so bad, and she loved it!
“Trixie- my tongue, suck my tongue!” she cried, pulling back only a hair so that the marvelous delicacy could dangle there for the young woman’s taking.
Trixie smiled; Celestia was getting into this, her inhibitions unbound by the Sultry and Passionate Trixie’s brilliant foreplay. She was having a great time, even if she hadn’t yet arrived at the main event; if Celestia wanted to indulge herself, Trixie was not one to argue- save for one condition. “Will you take off your shirt?” she asked sweetly, her tongue taking a quick swipe across its partner’s surface. “Trixie would love to feel your breasts.”
Celestia gave a small start- and then promptly tore away at her jacket and blouse that lay below, casting them aside and revealing a luxurious gold bra of fine lace beneath, like a ribbon atop a long-awaited present. “Enjoy.”
Trixie took the offer as a command set herself to work; hands reached about her partner’s back and unhooked the clasp to at last set free those magnificent mounds that had captured attention from the first moment they had come into eyesight. The beautiful showgirl gave a gasp at the sight of them, so plush and perfect for physical adoration that it could hardly be believed. “Oh wow,” she breathed, swiftly placing her hands upon the object of her desire while her mouth ensnared Celestia’s awaiting tongue in the grasp of her lips.
“Aah!” Celestia sighed in relief as Trixie’s skills of sapphic pleasure were put to work upon her fair form, her arousal put into overdrive as these wondrous new sensations came in force. She had always relished getting her tongue sucked as a younger woman, but Trixie was beautifully adept at this labor of love; the first few strokes of lip upon tongue were forceful and rapid, meant to keep her senses well and truly delighted. She relished this magical feeling, yet found herself just as satisfied when the gesture began to slow. Trixie pulled at her slickened muscle with a delicate touch, sweeping gestures that were like the slow strokes of a brush; she was a woman of fire and passion, yet tended to her paramour with genuine affection and care. How could Celestia do anything but swoon under this caress? She gave a lilting sigh as Trixie continued pleasing her tongue, becoming lost in a daze of lustful contentment.
But of course, there was another feeling that begged for her attention; her breasts laid bare were being wonderfully cared for by Trixie’s smooth, stroking hands, the attention given to them something wondrous. She kneaded them lovingly, happy to simply have them in hand and able to be worshipped; gentle squeezes of those beautiful mounds had left the showgirl in a trance of self-satisfaction, yet continued to make the woman she pleasured all the more insatiable. There came a more forceful squeeze and Celestia moaned- an unsubtle beg for more. Trixie was quick to answer, understanding her partner’s demands and beginning to intensify her handsy explorations. She found nipples and gave them a series of delightful pinches, occasionally pausing to add a flick or two to help keep them excited. Celestia adored this physical worship, all the more because of who administered it. Trixie was beautiful to the eye, and wonderfully sultry; Celestia reveled in the thought that a woman so fresh and lovely lusted for her body.
The peaceful romanticism could only last for so long; Trixie poured her saliva onto Celestia’s tongue, massaged that beautiful body for all she was worth, struggling to keep away from the prize she wanted most. Hands continued to stream down across smooth skin and ever lower, desire turning rabid. Even as Celestia relished the feeling of Trixie’s lips meeting hers, she knew she couldn’t keep the splendid woman away for much longer.
“Trixie...” Celestia gasped, freeing herself from the clutches of those delectable lips. “Feeling eager, are we?” She could feel her body trembling, eager for what worship awaited it, chest heaving with each heady breath.
The showgirl smirked, pride flowing from her with ease. “Only if you want me to,” she said teasingly, her hands now planted firmly on the buckle of the schoolwoman’s belt. “Trixie can wait till we’re in your bed, if that’s what you like.”
Celestia grinned and raised herself up slightly from her seat, giving her admirer the space needed to see this last gift revealed. A belt was tossed onto the nearby cabinet and pants were slid down from waist to knee along with a pair of gold panties, at last revealing the tantalizing flower that glistened beneath. Celestia’s folds were a thing of beauty to her lustful companion, Trixie delighting in their look and feel against her tracing fingers.
“Go on ahead, Trixie,” Celestia whispered, eyes beckoning for her to begin this last performance. “For as long as you want.”
Trixie at last slid her fingers within and began to frolic, the feeling of them merely entering that last, precious space far beyond anything she’d hoped for. Celestia was beautiful, and she was being allowed to make her sing! Those first delicate touches were hesitant, tentative- as though she could not truly believe her good fortune. But with every new caress, Trixie could only find herself growing more and more enticed; restraint be damned, she plunged her fingers into those glistening folds and began to play her principal as though she were the finest instrument. Each new stroke along the line would make the heavenly woman shudder, the swift plunges within take her breath away. Trixie was a maestro of the fair sex and Celestia was to be left without any doubt of it. The showgirl’s handiwork was brilliant, and oh so satisfying! She wanted to leave this woman breathless and ravished in a way only Trixie could achieve. When she felt her own top be pulled down, the showgirl could only grin; Celestia was set for her own plush breasts and soon found them with her lips, suckling upon those marvelous mounds and giving them a thorough cleaning. Trixie had to admit: Celestia’s tonguework was prime, easily setting her own breastflesh to raptures.
A small pause; Trixie gave one more plunge of her fingers before retreating, her fingers shining with a thick liquid of juices that bore a sweet, floral scent. Her slickened touch was brought to eye level for the both of them to marvel at, Celestia gasping as she saw just how wet the beautiful woman had left her. “Do you want to taste?” Trixie offered coyly.
Celestia did not hesitate, all shame left behind as she sucked away the viscous liquid from Trixie’s fingers, a long sigh escaping her lips when she left them clean. “Oh god, Trixie… I feel so dirty,” Celestia said at last.
“That’s alright. Trixie will clean you up,” the younger woman replied. Sinking down from her place atop the schoolwoman’s lap, she settled between shaven thighs and found her now-soaked prize there awaiting her. Celestia’s juices had already been flushed and twirled about by her own handiwork; it was only fitting that she leave her clean as a whistle- and thoroughly satisfied.
Celestia gave a cry as Trixie began- and immediately forced a hand across her mouth to hide away the sound. She wanted to cry out by sheer instinct, adoring the feel of Trixie’s tongue deep within her. But she was still in her office, and any sound could be what gave her away. What if someone was waiting outside, about to enter? A stray moan would send the whole wondrous bout of lovemaking into a disaster, unable to be recovered. But the threat of danger that loomed over the affair did nothing to dampen her enthusiasm, but instead the exact opposite. She relished this risk, adored the edge upon which she now stood! Trixie felt wonderful, all the more superb with every tonguestroke. She was perfect, so shameless and unafraid; this was so scandalous, and so fun. She had to keep herself muffled, but the thought of potential discovery only incensed her further. And Trixie was still going, still intent on her ravishing-
A deep stroke of the mouth and Celestia gave a great shudder; throwing her legs fully about Trixie’s form in a vicegrip, she forced herself to plead for silence while also begging for that final release. What came next was a soft, delicate kiss upon the edge of Celestia’s folds before one final plunge, the seamless strokes of tongue diving deep and heaping adoration upon the finest, most sensitive places she could find.
“Mm- aah!” She could not contain herself in entirety, Celestia unable to fully block her cries of ecstasy as orgasm raged through her body. She shuddered, trembled where she sat, feeling the hearty flow pour out of her body and onto the hungering form of Trixie. Each new wave was met with hearty laps of tonguework that could only be described as careful, loving cleaning. Even as the cascading wave of the moment faded away, the beautiful showgirl only continued to pour out her praise upon Celestia’s sex. True to her word, she was going to see her object of desire thoroughly clean before their union ended.
When Trixie at last surfaced from her place within Celestia’s depths, she found her partner in a gasping heap of ravished excitement, smiling widely at the sight of the showgirl. “Did you enjoy yourself?” Trixie inquired, with all the air of one asking about the weather.
“You were wonderful, you naughty thing,” Celestia assured her, motioning for the young woman to resume her place atop her lap. “You’re such a bad girl.”
“Mmm… but Trixie felt good, didn’t she?”
“The very best,” Celestia replied, the two rejoining for a long string of kisses that were both lustful and gentle. This was a gentle motion meant more for the soothing of wild spirits rather than a flowing of passion. This new flavor that graced their lips was viscous and most assuredly welcome, their giggles streaming from them at each new twirling of tongue.
“Do you wanna do this again sometime?” Trixie asked eagerly. “Trixie would very much like to make love with you again.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Celestia said. “Why not come over to my place this Friday? We’ll have all the time we need to get to know each other.”
“How does Trixie in a bunny suit sound?” she suggested.
Celestia gave a faux-gasp. “Why, you are a bad girl,” she said, her tone becoming mischievous. “I think you need to be punished.” Without another word she flung Trixie onto the desk and set her flat on her stomach.
Trixie gave a small squeak of surprise at the sudden use of force- but then fell silent as her breath was stolen away. Her skirt was being pulled down, her plush bottom spread wide- and oh, how good that felt! Celestia was diving deep in between her cheeks and starting to eat her ass with the sort of abandon that not even reckless could describe. Trixie had thought herself a master in the art of love, but this was something incredible! Celestia wasn’t inexperienced in the slightest, a truly pristine artist; the young showgirl began to wonder if this was what love felt like-
The door to Celestia’s office opened. “Hi, Celestia. Raven said you were talking with Trixie and I wanted to come by and say-”
The world came to a prompt pause. As Cheerilee entered the room, Celestia’s masterful machinations grinded to a halt as eyes met and the scene came upon the unsuspecting teacher like a ton of bricks. Cheerilee stood there with mouth agape, staring wide-eyed as Celestia remained placed between Trixie’s buttcheeks. It was perhaps the most shocking thing she’d ever walked in on, in all her years of teaching.
Trixie glanced at Cheerilee’s shocked expression, and then caught sight of the phone that was within her hand- and a rather familiar photograph that was lit upon its screen. She gave a hopeful grin.
“… Room for one more?”
“Oh thank God.”
Author's Note
Shameless and Unapologetic Trixie was such an obvious idea that I'm amazed it took me this long to think of it.
Inspired by this little item.
Enjoy, I guess.This is so stupid, but I actually did have fun writing it.
