Corruption of Principals

Contrary to what the pundits and parents might say, summer break wasn’t simply a three-month vacation. Not for teachers, and certainly not for principals. Everything from maintenance to meal plans had to be organized and ready by the very first bell, and it was Celestia’s responsibility to make it so.

Too conscientious to turn on the air conditioning for herself alone, Principal Celestia made do with three buzzing fans. They did well, turning her second-floor office into an oasis from the stifling, empty halls. July’s sun beat down outside, yet here she was – wearing the purple slacks and yellow blazer any student would know her in. A bit uncomfortable, but ‘work clothes’ helped put her in the right mindset to stay focused on her tasks. There were plumbing orders to sign, budgets to review, and a triple-check to make sure all classes were actually covered so she didn’t have to teach science for a year again.

Which was fun, mind you. But balancing teaching and principal work left both her and Luna scrambling for months. This year, hopefully, would be a bit more relaxed. No unexpected scheduling holes, no she-demons terrorizing the school, no rainbow lasers. The incident with Sunset Shimmer had given Celestia quite enough magical adventure for one lifetime, thank you very much.

But now there was… this.

Making one concession to comfort, Celestia slipped off her dress shoes and rested her feet against the cool hardwood of her office floor. A bland manila folder sat open on her desk. She read its contents again, feeling alarm bells ring vaguely in her mind with no clear direction or source.

The cover letter explained perfectly, but they always did. From one ‘Adagio Dazzle,’ it introduced herself and her sisters as a family of liberated minors, sticking together through adversity and hoping to find a place at Canterlot High. Such was strange, but believable and certainly noble. Social work was a part of Celestia’s job, and in her four years as principal she had done what she could to help homeless and abused students.

But she had also dealt with lying and criminal ones. Adagio’s letter was mature and professional, more-so than most any teenager could write. The sisters had reference notes from a social services agent and the principal of another school, both extolling their virtues. Everything from their government IDs to their signed report cards were in perfect order.

Too perfect, in fact. The thought felt silly and paranoid, yet it remained. Straight-A’s for all three girls? Perfect grades, perfect references, perfect documentation?

Celestia leaned back in her chair, letting the fanned air beat against her face. What were these three trying to prove? This was a public school, they didn’t have to impress her. The only reason they needed her permission was because their address was in another district. Moving from one underfunded public school to another, further away… why?

She could have signed off on the transfer and been done by now. Instead, yesterday she called the attached number. A very pleasant chat with Miss Dazzle followed, and she agreed to come in for a meeting. Perfectly normal and routine to meet with a transfer in unusual circumstance. If nothing else it would set Celestia at ease.

She had a pitcher of ice water poured and ready. A kettle on her little hot plate too, because a nice cup of tea worked wonders when calming nervous students. She somehow didn’t picture Adagio as nervous, but who knows?

Actually, she had their pictures. The file came with one from each of the ‘Dazzling’ family, all smiling like little angels.

A knock. Two o’clock already.

“Come in!” Celestia called.

In walked Adagio, known at once from her photo. Pop-fashion leather boots, purple outfit, and golden belt spoke immediately of someone not exactly living beneath the poverty line. But such was deceiving; poor students often worked hard to hide it.

At any rate, it was nice to see the perfect girl in the picture really exists. Pink and red mixed pleasingly in her eyes, bright like gemstones as they confidently met Celestia’s gaze. Thick orange curls rose into a spiked hairband to cascade behind her like a cloak, and a necklace with a red ruby drew attention teasingly to what laid beneath.

Celestia’s eyes traced to the ample breasts before righting themselves. Either this girl was older than sixteen or she was smuggling grapefruit.

“Principal Celestia?” the girl asked. Her voice was sweetened like a meek or manipulative student, and her smirk was not meek at all.

Celestia hid her reservations behind her own, welcoming smile. “Yes, and you must be Adagio Dazzle. Please have a seat. Would you like some tea?”

Adagio nodded, her cocky smirk only growing. It was a little strange that her gemstone eyes never fully moved from Celestia, seeming to assess her as Adagio walked forwards and sat down.

“Do you have anything calming?” Adagio asked pleasantly. Celestia blinked, and the swaggering smirk was gone. In its place sat a bland smile for formal interviews. “Magnolia, Chamomile, lemon balm? I don’t want to be picky but caffeine and I don’t mix.”

Caffeinated tea was Celestia’s lifeblood during the school year, but Chamomile was lovely on stressful days. She set the water to boil, using the few seconds’ distraction to collect her thoughts.

First impressions weren’t everything, but they weren’t nothing. This girl looked and carried herself like an adult. Perhaps it made sense for a liberated minor? Used to being responsible, to seeing herself as grown-up. The breasts and sudden shifts in her expression had ‘manipulative delinquent’ written all over them. But how then came the letters of reference, the unblemished grades?

Well, that’s what this meeting was for. If the girl was evasive, Celestia could always refuse the transfer.

She turned back to find Adagio’s eyes still on her, a bit unnervingly. Her coy smile had returned, and she pointed to the folder on the desk. “I see you got our application.”

As good a place to start as any. Celestia padded back to her seat, belatedly realizing she was still barefoot. Embarrassment flushed her neck and she seized the opening. “Yes, and it is thoroughly impressive. But I hope you understand this is a very strange situation, for many reasons.”

Adagio smiled like a smug cat, lazily settling back in her chair. “Understood loud and clear, Miss Celestia. Let me just explain so we don’t have to play Twenty Questions.”

At Celestia’s nod, she went on. “Our dad was a jerk named… Storm Swirl. When Mom died, he decided he didn’t want to bother with kids and threw us out. Me being the oldest, I took over and kept us together.”

Her expression tightened as she spoke, showing tense feelings behind those words. Her eyes finally moved away.

Understandable. Celestia made to reach for her, then hesitated and drew back the hand.

“I’m sorry,” she said. Then she winced when she considered how often this girl must have heard those words from people who were supposed to help.

Adagio shrugged dismissively, which Celestia felt sure was a bluff. “We’re fine. After high school we’ll be moving back to our... hometown. He’s gone now, and it’ll be nice to be back.”

“Do you have any plans for what you’ll do?” Celestia asked.

“Whatever we want.” Humor sparked as Adagio’s eyes again locked Celestia’s. “Sorry, you’re probably looking for specifics. All three of us are skilled at a lot of things. Comes with growing up without video games or television, I suppose. Music is our passion, but we all know massage, ballet, hypnosis, painting… we’ll be fine.”

She nodded to the folder. “You saw our grades. Straight-A’s all the way. I run a tight ship with the girls.”

Celestia released a giggle that she quickly contained, charmed despite her initial reservations. Adagio was a cocky young lady, but she clearly deserved to be.

“This isn’t a job interview,” Celestia said, still beaming. “You just need to establish why the normal rules for public schools should be bent for you. Why not go to a closer school? Or… frankly, you three sound like a great fit for Crystal Prep. They do accept vouchers, and their name looks good on resumes.”

Adagio yawned. “We’re not preppies. Canterlot High is a better fit for us.”

“But why here and not a closer...”

The kettle whistled, then screamed.

Saved by the tea. It was the one chink in Adagio’s story that she hadn’t been able to think of a great excuse for. The two idiots were no help, of course, and there wasn’t time to move conveniently closer. So why did they want to transfer to Canterlot High…?

Adagio watched the woman fuss with tea bags, at first frowning from the near miss. Human authorities always wanted to know either everything or nothing, and of course someone with that name had to be the former. Nosing and questioning into Adagio’s business… this couldn’t go on.

Still, what a fun surprise! Yesterday the future looked so easy it was almost boring. Equestrian magic had burst from this school, flooding the sirens with power (but not nearly enough). They would seek out its source, drain it dry, then live like queens. Maybe there would be a portal home, and the sirens’ Great Equestrian Comeback Tour could begin.

Her sisters shuddered when they heard that name… but look at this. This world’s Celestia was neither a threat nor a completely bland and forgettable human. Sweet enough that she had to hold in a hug after Adagio’s little sob story, but sharp enough to notice something was off. Old enough to be canny, young enough…

Well. With her back turned, there was nothing to stop Adagio from admiring. All covered by the suit, alas, but it was snug enough to show the gentle hourglass of Celestia’s build. The narrow stomach sloped out into skinny hips and a tight little ass highlighted by her purple slacks.

Celestia didn’t have much going on in front, either. But somehow, that all really did it for Adagio. The woman had a tall, slim kind of beauty, almost elfin save for a bit of adorable clumsiness.

“Do you like to cook?” Adagio asked.

Celestia finally turned back, holding a small tray with two steaming cups. She grinned bashfully. “Why, yes I do.”

‘Perfect.’ Adagio hid her leer behind an inoffensive expression.

Celestia settled to her chair. “Where were we?”

“Dunno,” Adagio said quickly. “There’s something I want to ask you, though.”

Celestia made an accepting noise and sipped. Adagio leaned forwards, letting her smile grow canny. “That’s an interesting name, ‘Celestia.’ Where did you get it from?”

The clueless human’s expression flattened as she wondered if she was being mocked. “My parents.”

“It’s French, you know.” Adagio lowered her voice as though sharing a great secret. “Most who are familiar know it’s Latin for ‘heaven,’ but some say the word first came from an old Gallic myth. They said Celestia was the mythical queen of horses, who ruled a fairy realm of magic and power.”

Celestia smiled. “You three are historians, too?”

“We like reading old legends.”

“Very impressive.” Celestia took another drink of her tea. “Let’s get back to business. You seem like a wonderful student, and the law does allow exceptions to the usual zoning rules. But there must be a justification for it.”

“We’re about to move,” Adagio said. Lies came easily when she was on the spot. “Rent, rough landlord. I’ll skip the sad story for you.”

Celestia seemed to like it when Adagio talked about herself, perhaps fancying she was seeing the ‘real’ story. She made a show of clicking her pen thoughtfully, but nodded her head long before she spoke.

“Alright, Adagio. I see you are a very mature young lady, I think I can trust you on this.”

What was left of Celestia’s hesitation seemed to fade as she turned on a bright ‘put the pal in principal’ smile. “I manage our guidance department, too. I’ll do whatever I can to help you three succeed when you take your next steps.”

This time Adagio had to hold in a full-on laugh. ‘Poor thing doesn’t know how right she is.’

“Thank you,” Adagio said. Then she cocked her head, appearing to remember. “There’s actually an old Gallic song about Queen Celestia. Would you like to hear it?”

Celestia giggled, sweet and melodic. “There’s no need to bribe or flatter me, I’m just doing my duty.”

Adagio touched her hand. Light caught the red gem, somehow reflecting as a pale green.

“I want to do this, silly,” Adagio said, and something flickered at the edge of her words. Like a buzzing, or a long sung note. “Let me sing for you.”

Celestia’s reaction was so cute. The sound hit her ears, tuning her thoughts to acquiescence. Filling the heart with confused love, clouding the mind to follow Adagio’s direction. Red glowed beneath pink skin, and Celestia smiled and fidgeted as her body reacted with hidden lust.

The sirens’ voice. For a thousand years this was all Adagio could do. Seduction and suggestion. Never very powerful. Just enough for a bed, a meal. Grades and reference letters.

But now… now their magic was replenished after an age without. Not enough power, but so much more than before.

Seduction, suggestion. Once it had been her life. Now, it was just the beginning.

“If you insist,” Celestia murmured. She looked relaxed, but confused. She blinked and squinted, her mind starting to recover.

Adagio clicked her tongue, and her necklace again flashed green. “Close your eyes, and listen to my song.”

Celestia’s purple eyes fought back, wobbling to stay open. She sensed something was wrong, the clever fool. Her mouth tried to form words even as her consciousness complied.

Adagio gently stroked her hand. The long, smooth pink fingers. Her gaze caught Celestia’s, drowning it in pink and green.

“Close your eyes, and listen to my song.”

Celestia was just a human – a human mind with human vulnerabilities. The siren’s voice touched her brain and there was no defense. Her eyelids fell at once.

Adagio began to sing. The words were old Equish. Understanding wasn’t needed, not for this part. Green magic spilled from her gem, not faded like before, but bright and evil. It seeped to the floor, slipping over Celestia’s bare foot, coiling up around her tight pants and blazer to flow into her ear. Every note and word worked enchantment over the stunned principal.

How far would it go? Adagio didn’t know. To trick a mind was one thing, to control it was another. Any other day and she would have been content to take what she wanted and move on. But she wasn’t moving on, this time. She was moving in.

And what better way to conquer a school, than through its principal?

The song ended. The green faded away.

Adagio permitted herself a breathy, sinister laugh. Then she painted her face with a pleasant smile and cleared her throat.

“Miss Celestia? Are you awake?”

Celestia felt half-awake or dreaming entirely. Her eyes fluttered open, flashing green before returning to their purple hue. Before her was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen.

“Yes,” she said, though she wasn’t really sure. Her thoughts were locked into the present, unable to recall how she got here or what she had been doing. Even the office around her seemed fuzzy and distant. She felt the angle of the desk push in to her resting palms, the cool of the wood beneath her feet. All else was the woman before her, and the well of hot love erupting within. Starting oddly with her cheeks and ears, blushing and warm, sliding like thin honey to her heart, pumping strongly, pushing to her nethers. She fidgeted, squeezing her legs together, starting to grin for the sheer joy of Adagio’s presence.

The goddess spoke. Celestia stared past the lovely lips, catching guilty glimpses of the throat and tongue. Her hand slipped from the desk to rest just above her belt.

“You have to sign the papers, Celestia.”

There was nothing but the goddess. “What do you mean?”

The goddess’ grin twisted on one side. “For the transfer, it’s right there in the folder. Sheesh, maybe I should have waited until you did that.”

Celestia remembered now, but only what was needed. A memory in a dream, to drive the dream onward. Her fingers moved deftly, the body itself perfectly awake. Even her mind was aware, simply focused and enthralled. Celestia easily plucked out the three transfer forms and scribbled her signature on each.

“Good, good.”

Even the small affirmation from that mouth brought a shiver down Celestia’s back. A drop of cool wetness seeped into her panties. Her lips parted in a tiny gasp before closing back to their smile.

“Of course, that’s just the start.” The mouth smiled – so kindly, so beautiful. “We still have a lot to do, but first: you’re too warm, aren’t you? This office is very stuffy.”

Celestia swallowed and nodded. It was like a switch flipped in her brain, deadening the fans and heating the pad of her chair.

“There’s no need to suffer on my account,” Adagio said. So wonderful of her, to think of Celestia. “Take off the blazer.”

Celestia moved at once, fidgeting with the clasps on her jacket. Soon it was draped over her desk and forgotten.

Adagio clicked her tongue, shaking her head in smirking disapproval. “A long-sleeved button-down? It’s summer for you too, dearie. Off with it.”

Long pink fingers obeyed with practiced speed, undoing each button until Celestia was left in her practical pink bra.

“Now come, stand in front of the desk. I want to see you.”

It was like the current of a dream, carrying the dreamer along. Celestia could only think to comply. No recollection of the past, and even the present was a haze. All that was clear was the beautiful siren, and her beautiful voice.

“Take off the… no, actually leave it on. Those pants do everything for me.”

Adagio walked a slow circle around her, and her grin of naked evil only sent a fresh dampness in Celestia’s crotch. She ran her fingers along Celestia’s bare belly, tickling out an adorable little giggle. Nails ran lovingly through her hair, a palm caressed the snug-fitted ass in its purple mound. She even paused to admire the pink painted nails on Celestia’s shapely feet, though in truth that was more to Sonata’s taste.

“Stretch your arms and clasp them above your head.”

Celestia did so, and Adagio circled her. Celestia was not muscular by any stretch, but her yoga routine showed itself with a bit of tone in the upper arms that caused Adagio to give a low whistle.

“Now stretch your arms to each side.”

Again Adagio circled, this time stopping at Celestia’s back. Divine yellow hands touched her bare shoulders and gave a little rub.

Celestia gasped. Grinned. Shivered as Adagio’s breasts met her back, and the siren leaned in by her ear.

“Oh, yes. You’ll do very nicely.”

The hands moved, drawing back from the shoulder, sliding beneath the outstretched arms to Celestia’s belly, then upwards to cup the breasts.

“You poor thing,” Adagio cooed as her hands began kneading through the bra. “You work so hard. In a stuffy office during summer vacation, no less.”

The words were lost on Celestia. She gasped with the touch and forgot to close her mouth. What were once trickles of sexual pleasure – the natural effect of the siren’s seductive music – became a flood, leaving room for nothing else. Like the dream had turned erotic, filling her with confused and wondrous pleasure.

The hands slipped inside the bra, gripping her cool, bare breasts. Celestia moaned, staring forwards, shivering as Adagio’s breath played over her ear alongside wisps of green magic.

“Let me help you relax. This happy feeling – it will pass. But my sisters and I can make it last, and you will feel so, so good. Let us help you, my dear, beloved principal. Say yes.”

Celestia answered at once. “Yes. Yes, plea-AH!”

Adagio pinched her nipples. Celestia’s back arched, and Adagio pressed in to keep her breasts against the enchanted principal.

Some questions followed, breathed into the ear with answers moaned, the pinch still tight upon the nipples. Address, phone number, travel plans. A middle-class bachelorette with a tidy little house, two doors down from her sister. No immediate meetings or commitments.

Nothing to stop the sirens from taking their sweet time with her.

Adagio drew back her hands, only releasing the nipples as they pulled from her grasp. “Alright, sweetie. Let’s get you dressed – yes, I know, it’s so hot and uncomfortable in here. Leave the driving to me… I’ll take you home.”