A Little Scare

by KingdaKa

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Vice-Principal Luna, Porn, Equestria Girls, Sex, Sunset Shimmer, Principal Celestia, Human
Length: 6268

Celestia's stroll through her school's halls is interrupted by a frighteningly pleasurable occasion.

Celestia likes to roam the quiet halls of her school, if circumstances allow it; when no one is present along empty rows of lockers, to hear nothing but the muffled sound of learning and knowledge. It brings a peace of mind to know that her work allows such things to come about.

But today is Halloween- and someone dear might have the most pleasurable fright of her life waiting just around the corner.

All characters 18+

As always, shout-out to the people who follow me just to downvote everything.

Coverart by TheBrokenCOG

Featured, 10/05/22 - 10/07/22. Thanks, all.

Published 2022-10-05 17:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-10-05 17:50:00 UTC

A Little Scare

The cold, gray world of autumn was not the most pleasant of atmospheres to see outside one’s window. Though the miseries of winter had yet to arrive, this late day of the month possessed all the beginnings of the year’s darkest periods, and not one of its boons. No gleaming, pale sun across sheets of frigid white, no comforting sights of warmth as houses illuminated dark nights. This gloomy afternoon brought only an iron sheet across the sky across muddied ground that had yet to recover from the morning’s rain, and a dropping temperature that would not be cured by the strength of the boundless star above.

Celestia gave a slow glance outwards before returning to the bright screen of her laptop, finding neither of them particularly appealing. She had been cooped up in her office since early in the day, trying her best to catch up on yesterday’s workload that still had not seen completion. Now with today’s adding to the pile, the effort to keep atop her numerous duties was more draining than it was affirming. She enjoyed her work more often than not, yes, but the tedium of protocol and politics had never been something she appreciated about the job. Education had always been her vocation, and leading a school was just as joyful; government had never appealed to her in the slightest. The more renown her school –and her students- garnered, the worse the politicking had become. And the parents were most certainly becoming harder to bear…

A knock came on the door, the quick series of strong raps a familiar tone to her ears; the appearance of her younger sister soon after was of little surprise, and the stacks of papers in her arms was not particularly welcome even if the face that ferried them was friendly. “Guess who’s got the contract paperwork for you to sign?” Luna said.

The heady pile of parchment was never a good sign, and her sister’s words didn’t help. “For..?”

“Building maintenance and repairs. You know, HVAC, flooring- those sort of things,” her sister explained. “The old contracts were set to expire at the end of the year and I thought we could do with a better plumbing company. Everything’s set, it just needs you.”

“Oh, yes. Well,” Celestia said, reaching out to take the first stack in hand and set it before her, leafing through the pile with little enthusiasm. “I can hardly wait to get started. How many do you have?”

“About five of them.”

Judging by the sizeable stacks that awaited her, the examination would require substantial time. “Lovely.”

Luna’s good demeanor did not fade even when faced with her sister’s more sour visage. “Cellie? You might wanna pay attention.”

“I know, they love to hide price gouging in the details-”

“I was meaning more the post-its, actually,” Luna cut through, pointing to the colored arrows that jutted out from the stack. “I already looked through them for anything, and it’s all sound. They only need your signature on them since the contracts all have to be in your name.”

“Oh.” Suddenly the workload her sister had arrived with looked a little less intimidating, hundreds of papers now reduced to only a spare few, and no real effort required. “Well- thank you, then.”

Luna smirked. “I do my best every now and then,” she said. “And you’ve been looking like you’ve had to drink vinegar for the whole weeks, so I figured you could use a little help.”

She hadn’t meant to let her displeasure be something visible to others. “Is it really that obvious?” Celestia asked.

Her sister shrugged in reply, settling down in the seat opposite her sister. “You like sunlight and warm weather. Is it supposed to be surprising that you’re all mopey now that it’s getting colder?”

“I’d like to think I’m not so easily affected as that, though,” the older sibling countered.

“You perk up around the holidays, if that helps,” Luna remarked. “But to say that you’re a ray of sunshine when it’s a blizzard out…”

Celestia didn’t like the implication and her weary expression soured even further. “I hope I'm not a bother.”

“You never act badly or anything. You just walk around looking like someone’s kicked your puppy.”

The sunlit woman gave a small, shamefaced laugh. “So much for keeping a professional demeanor, then,” she surmised.

“Yes. You can’t have anyone figuring out you’re mortal,” her sister teased. “And we all know that I’m a ray of sunshine when spring sets my allergies on fire.”

“Luna, I am supposed to keep myself somewhat steady,” Celestia replied.

“And you usually are. But you just…” Luna pondered how to respond next, mulling over her words in silence for a moment. “I don’t know. You kind of just endure the cold rather than do anything about it. Like put your nose to the grindstone and work to make it all go by faster because you find it just that awful. Nothing enjoyable or anything.”

The thought hadn’t occurred to her before, but if her sister could so easily summarize it then it probably rang true. “Any suggestions?” She inquired.

“I guess- what have you got that would make you feel happier? Not every workday has to completely drain you,” Luna recommended. “And maybe try to get into the season a bit more. Drink some pumpkin spice coffee, get a nice fall outfit- just try to enjoy yourself a little.” Her sister’s dark gaze carried a tinge of humor within their light, sympathetic. “I doubt it’ll hurt you to not be so depressing.”

“Depressing. This coming from you, of all people,” Celestia said. She could feel the corners of her mouth beginning to curl upwards, memory of her angst-filled teenage sister a vicious contrast against the words of wisdom. “I seem to recall you telling Mom and Dad that the whole shaved head thing was ‘definitely not a phase.’”

“Don’t get mad just because I found more constructive ways to deal with my problems,” Luna replied, unfazed by her sibling’s recollection. “Didn’t you have an entire drawer filled with pink clothes until you graduated college?”

Celestia shrugged. “It’s my favorite color! Let a girl have her thing.”

“It was all you wore for an entire year!”

“When I was eight,” Celestia protested. “I don’t think I went to my senior prom wearing-” The colorful woman paused, mind turning to years gone by and recalling the event. “Wait. Actually, I think I did wear a pink dress.”

Luna could only shake her head. “For shame.”

“No, not shame. Don’t ruin my fun,” Celestia countered.

“I think I succeeded at the opposite, actually,” the dark-haired woman remarked. “You’re smiling, if you haven’t noticed. It’s the first I’ve seen on you all day.”

The grin just as swiftly slipped away. "Goodness, I've been cheerful to be around.”

“Cause you’ve been cooped up in here all day,” Luna guessed. “Come on. Sign these papers real quick and then stretch your legs for a little bit, it’ll do you some good. Cheerilee left some of her cookies in the lounge, if you want any.”

“I think I might,” Celestia said, swiftly filing through the tagged papers and scribbling down her signature as fast as she could. “Thank you for coming by, Luna. It’s appreciated.”

“You’d do the same for me,” Luna replied, though her smile was one of gratitude.

A few minutes passed before Celestia saw herself alone once more, a quick walk down the hall to the teacher’s lounge before becoming occupied by the presence of a sugar cookie, the sweetened morsel bursting in crackles of flavor in her mouth. Try as she might to keep her figure well maintained, the sweet tooth she’d had since a young girl had yet to fully fade. And seeing as Cheerilee had a particularly good recipe…

Quietly munching on her snack, the lovely principal sauntered through the halls of her school and found them completely empty. In one of the nearby classrooms she could see dozens of heads facing a projector screen; the period had yet to end and see the place bursting with life once more, and what students had an empty period were likely in more cozy places than here. Rarely did she ever see it so bereft of the chaos that typically transpired here. Had she just become accustomed to more of the wildness that had ensued these past few years? They’d certainly had their fair share of unusual events. Maybe it was a little more peaceful of a world than what she remembered. But considering that her student body was comprised entirely of teenagers, the thought wasn’t very likely.

It had been many a year since she’d once roamed these very halls as a student herself- much longer than she really wanted to admit. Still, the memories from those days remained astonishingly vivid, filled with a life to them that seemed so unrestrained compared to the sobriety of adulthood. Did it have to be so? Celestia wondered why she didn’t let her youthful zest for life continue on; surely she could approach the everyday the same way and still retain her professionalism. Why not have a little more joy every now and then? Luna’s advice was appearing more and more wise the longer she pondered it.

So occupied with her own inner dialogue that Celestia’s senses became dulled. Unaware was she of the sound of footsteps coming up from behind her in a creeping stride. Only when she felt an arm go about her waist and hold fast did she take note that she was no longer alone- and then came the jolt of fear as a hand fell across her eyes.

“Don’t say a word,” a smooth voice whispered. “Unless you actually want us to get noticed.”

Celestia felt another thrill, this one firing down from her heart and into her stomach to give life to butterflies. She recognized the voice in an instant, and was not one unwelcome. If only it was in much safer, far more private settings. “We’re in public!”

“Just getting into the spirit of things. So be very, very quiet…” Led away from her place in the center of the hall, Celestia was at the will and whim of her captor; considering whom it was, not at all a bad place to be. But this was her school, her place of work. If what was about to transpire would actually occur, this wasn’t quite the place she would have hoped for. Too open, too many eyes potentially walking by and taking notice- and that would be if the bell didn’t ring soon, and since she didn’t exactly know the time…

She felt a sudden forcefulness in the pressure about her body and Celestia was whirled about, flung against the lockers that lined the wall and suddenly her senses found their potency once more. Eyes wide, able to take in her surroundings for only a moment before she again felt the fierce presence of another upon her- but this time upon her body in far more pleasurable circumstances. A warm, comfortable form pressed firmly against her own, a pair of hands that took hold of her hips and allowed fingers to dig into rumpflesh… and the delectable, irresistible, wondrously soft comfort of delicious lips that ensnared hers in a passionate kiss.

She couldn’t have prevented the sigh of satisfaction even if she had known it was coming; tended to by such fiercely loving care, the elegant educator merely melted in her heart and let the heat flow outwards, meeting this delectable touch with a press of her own. Oh, how was she to resist something so pleasant, so pleasurable? Forget the circumstances, the scenery- all she needed was this sweet happiness that now caressed her form.

But perhaps it would not be so easy to fade away from her professionalism. “Sweetheart, I’m working,” she reminded her beloved. This was not the time nor the place for such intimate gestures, even if she found them wonderful

Sunset didn’t seem bothered by the remark, continuing to squeeze her fingers deep into the sides of Celestia’s bottom; forever a fan of cake, she had yet to allow the intensity of her fixation to fade just yet. “By walking around and doing nothing?” She asked, words arriving muffled as lips carried on with their caress. “I’d almost think you were looking for me instead…”

“I can’t say that I –ooh- mind you, but- mff!” Sunset saw fit to keep her girlfriend’s protests to a minimum, Celestia’s lips better occupied with the comfort and romanticism of kisses rather than what objections could be mustered. Hands that had wanted to so dearly dig into flesh began to course their way across body, delicately tracing the softened lines of a wondrous figure and did their best to arouse senses further. This was a hungering, a keening for satisfaction- and perhaps not just for one alone. “Sunset, we really can’t do this!”

Sunset did actually heed this protest, the urgency within the voice too much to disregard. But to say that she did so happily would be untrue, her visage beset by a frown. “And why not?” She asked.

The question had an obvious answer. “Because we’re in public, of course!” Celestia reminded her, as if the fact wasn’t obvious. At any moment the bell could ring and see the deserted hallway throbbing with the student body- and even if not that, a stray student or staff member could hear their talk and seek out the source of the conversation. “You’re still a student, I’m your principal! We’d get in trouble no matter how old you are!”

Sunset cocked an eye at her paramour, skeptical that such words would have much of an effect. “I don’t think that bothered you much last weekend,” She countered. “What sort of nightgown did you ask me to wear, again? I’d swear I’ve heard it before- babydoll, was it?”

“Oh my gosh, Sunset…” Celestia wanted to crawl into a hole and die just as much as her primal senses begged for her to plunder Sunset’s with a fiery vigor. “And if we got caught, how do you think that would go? Just wait a little bit longer, just the rest of the year and then it won’t matter- well. Matter as much…”

“That’s mean.”

“It’s sensible!” Celestia replied. There were too many things that could go wrong for this extremely comforting, happy moment to continue.

Sunset gave her partner a dry, unsympathetic glance. “That’s why you kissed me back when I came to you after my birthday, right? Because it was sensible?”

Not that argument again! Yes, Celestia knew it had some weight to it; Sunset’s attractions to her were positively received, the two had made love together that evening and then decided upon embarking on a secret relationship- that didn’t mean that public displays of affection were on the table just yet! There was still plenty of time to go before such a thing would be safe to act upon. “I’m not trying to make you feel bad! They’d give you just as much grief as they would me, just without the punishment! I don’t want that for you at all!”

“It’s my risk right now,” Sunset said; grinding hard against the older woman’s body, allowing Celestia to feel the smooth curves of her chest down to the flat stomach that lay beneath clothing. “Come on, please? You’ve- you’ve looked miserable for days now.”

The remark made the principal give pause. “Have I really?” She asked. “Oh for heaven's- Luna said the same thing just a bit ago.”

“Because you wear yourself out too much!” Sunset said, her hands gently stroking along Celestia’s cheeks, enjoying the softness of her skin beneath tender touch. “I wish you wouldn’t do that to yourself, you- come on, just a little fun? Just a pick-me-up, to help you have a good day?”

Celestia really, really didn’t want to let herself get carried away. “Just a little fun?” She inquired all the same.

Sunset smiled, leaning in to place a kiss on her girlfriend’s neck, the tender press enough to ignite gooseflesh. “Until I can make you feel good all weekend long,” she whispered back. “Please? Make a girl happy?”

There were a million reasons why she should say no. But faced with those clear, beautiful eyes of shimmering azure that gazed up at her with all the warmth and affection the world could muster, Celestia could not summon the will to deny this longing any longer. She wished for it, longed for this moment just as much as her young paramour; to deny this any longer would be nothing but foolhardy even if the circumstances were the worst kind available. “You are such a needy brat,” she murmured.

“Only every now and then,” Sunset protested with a smile. “So… I’m hoping that’s a yes?”

Celestia could only giggle, beginning to sound far younger and happier than she had in days. “Oh hush up and kiss me already.”

Sunset more or less complied, only allowing a small spate of giggles to escape her lips before seeing them occupied with their marriage to her partner’s, losing themselves in a soft embrace as the two began to slowly melt together into a more blissful union. The young woman’s first pecks were gentle, tender meetings of flesh as she pushed herself deeper into the sumptuous figure of her older beloved. There was no intensity of passion just yet, no need for them to cascade into the depths of their feelings; this unintended rendezvous had been meant for such things, but Celestia’s morose countenance required something a little more tender to start things off. Small increases of pressure with each kiss, soft strokes across face and through hair to go along with the gesture…

Despite her initial acquiescence Celestia found herself only half-capable of reciprocating the loving affection now poured onto her smooth lips; too much of her professionalism remained, unwilling to crumble beneath the weight of her young partner’s romanticism. This was still a public setting where too many eyes could fall upon them and see them condemned. Her own reputation be damned, she didn’t want to see this lovely thing be put to scandal; she had to see this moment stop. Even if Sunset was so sweet, the feeling of her lips bringing forth a serenity to her senses- she must be the mature one and see this moment end before it was too late and she really allowed herself to get going. This beautiful young daydream was so difficult to resist~!

“Sunset, I don’t –mmf!- this really isn’t the best place for this!” She said in between kisses, trying to think of a way she could see both of them satisfied. “Can’t we move to the clo- OOMMM- mmm…”

Her every word had only incensed the younger woman, Sunset’s shapely figure now holding her tight against the line of lockers and seeing their meeting of lips intensify; dissatisfied with words, Sunset’s tongue promptly came alive and slipped through to find its pair, a delicate lathering enough to see protests turned silent.

Celestia lost her self-control for only a moment, enough for the haze to form and turn her sensible mind into something animalistic. Oh my god, how Sunset could love her! This youthful, beautiful being knew just how to set her aflame and make her yearn for more, even with the simplest of gestures. A few kisses and fingers tending to her in such orthodox places was all it took to see her passions ignited. Just how pitiful was she?

The delectable flavor of Sunset only lingered for a moment long before disappearing, slithering tongue retreating back even as hands still caressed. “Are you sure you want me to stop? Like, really?” She asked. “If you say so, I’ll… wait until the weekend.”

Celestia knew that was likely the safest route to take if this clandestine romance were to continue. Off and away from here where no prying eye could find them; but this moment was now charged, given life by the luscious droplets that came from her girlfriend’s morsel. Resistance had been weak from the moment they’d begun, even if self-control had a few things to say. But now there was desire, the hungering beast awakened and eager to be satisfied- and only one luscious, beautiful being could hope to satisfy.

“… Cellie?” Already Sunset’s pressure was starting to weaken, a tinge of disappointment beginning to fill those bright eyes.

“Do that again, sweetheart,” Celestia whispered, her own form at last coming to life as hands climbed their way across slender limbs to come and cup the young woman’s face, delighting when she saw a smile come to life beneath her fingers. “Will you, please?”

“Absolutely,” Sunset purred, her warmth reignited as she opened wide and met Celestia’s awaiting tongue with a gentle stroke, slippery muscles binding themselves with the sweet flavor of thousands of salivating tendrils. Their sapphic waltz began slowly, graceful movements as each sought to please the other; sweet licks and tender movements held in the dark by unified lips as the two lovers melted into this true embrace.

Sunset’s arms wrapped about her older partner’s waist, pulling Celestia in closer upon her even as she continued to press hard against the wall. There was a desperation for the fullest of feeling even as tongues lathered together, not enough for mouths to delve together into the fullest of their passions. She had waited so long for these days, prayed and hoped more times than she could count that someone would not beat her to the punch. Now here she was, relishing in the joys of Celestia’s syrupy kisses; when on earth would she have the need for self-control now?

With each new tonguestroke that fell upon her joyous morsel, the more energized the prominent educator became as though her younger days were suddenly coming alive once more, resurrected by this young woman’s affections. Even if she were not quite so lovely any longer, unable to compare to this magnificent prize that continued to kiss her, it was difficult to be self-pitying. This sweet beauty adored her, practically begged for the merest kiss whenever they were together; how could she not feel young, and alive? The thought was galvanizing, spurring Celestia to more deeply delve into her lover’s darkened mouth; Sunset’s affections needed to be equally met.

Their blissful kisses could only stay small for so long when the growing heat between the two was on the rise. Celestia was coming alive at Sunset’s every touch, and the younger paramour’s hungerings were eager to incense the matter further. Pushing her starlit girlfriend against the wall and releasing her from within her grasp, hurried fingers fumbled at the zipper of her jacket before finally having the skill to pull swiftly downwards

“Oh my gosh.” Celestia’s soaked lips were left agape at the sight of Sunset’s bosoms so immediately revealed. Those immaculate, beauteous mounds of wondrous fatty flesh that she knew had no equal anywhere in the world- already bare and there for her to adore! Eyes worshipped them, hungering gaze trailing up and down to find no fault, wondering if those petite nipples were hardened after their spate of licks. “You aren’t wearing a br- where’s your shirt?”

“In my locker,” Sunset replied with a grin, leaning forward and grinding her buxom figure hard against Celestia’s concealed body; full-bodied movements that were just as much meant to provoke as they were to please. Beneath the fabric of her intimates and jacket, there was no doubt that a reaction would be found. “Don’t worry, I changed somewhere safe. No one will know.”

“What on earth for?”

“For you, of course!” Sunset said. “Now come here, you~!”

Celestia’s protests had only been out of shock, and the moment she felt Sunset’s lips return to their rightful place was when she kissed passionately back. Oh, the feel of this wondrous thing! How could she resist, how could she not exult in every moment? Professionalism be damned, she had to enjoy this to its fullest potential! Out into the open air did her tongue slither, delighted when she felt Sunset’s wondrous morsel meet her and continue their delicious dance. Body heat rising, she pulled at her jacket and saw it wrenched open to let her heaving chest breathe- and to allow Sunset’s own bust to press upon her more intimately. She knew her face was flushing pink, knew her body wrapped about Sunset’s so tightly by sheerest instinct. Lathering kisses and bare breasts was all it took to reduce the matronly principal back to a desirous girl once more- but oh, how she loved it!

Eyes became half-lidded as she felt a movement below her waist, pencil skirt being pulled back slightly as fingers slid down behind cashmere before beginning to pluck at the threads of her underwear- and then sink into the dampness with tender strokes…

Wait, here? Celestia gave a muffled sound and eyes went fully wide, seeking out her girlfriend’s and finding them still brimming with that youthful confidence. No, Sunset was not going to relent her affections; this was not an action brought about by arousal but rather an intentional act of love. She was to be graced with this gift in the most risky of places, and that would be how the young angel wanted it.

Celestia could have tried to pull herself away, but still did Sunset’s lips keep her happily occupied, her tongue leave her dripping from lips both above and below. And with these first few fingerstrokes that struck down within her slit, she could only lean back and enjoy herself. Why resist Sunset at all? A quiet, happy moan came to life in her throat and was soon swatted away by her paramour’s affections; there would be time for that later, but perhaps not here.

Two fingers was all Sunset required for her sapphic performance, index and middle finger sliding in deep to see themselves soaked by the fluid within. This was mere exploration right now, not something ferocious. She wished to find the deepest cravings of her lover, the very heart of her yearnings; where would she be able to have the greatest impact, make Celestia really struggle to contain her delights? With the clock ticking and arousal made stronger by tension, she wanted this to be something her longtime crush would never forget.

A slow trail along the outer folds, fingers spread wide before returning to the depths and continuing their venture. Celestia was starting to squirm, but only the faintest wriggling; Sunset continued to keep the magic going, half of her mind still dedicated to the worship of this sweet goddess’ tongue, hoping she would soon make her mark. Just what would be her sweetest spot? A slow stroke upwards in the depths of the labia, slithering upwards through the mesh-

The very moment her finger brushed against that wondrous pearl, Sunset knew she had struck gold. Celestia’s pleasurable discomfort suddenly went taut. Frozen across her entire form, unable to even return Sunset’s kisses as her clit was sent into overdrive. So simple a place for the young woman to perform her passions, even if she was not quite a maestro in the means of how. But today she would know this woman’s finest pleasures- and see them made reality!

Celestia’s mind was utterly aflame now, burning as the heat of Sunset’s slippery kisses continued their dance and made her folds drip. But now she was delving deep, finding her way below and seeing arousal made permanent. Oh, how was she supposed to hold herself together now and not utterly fall in love with this moment? She was at work, being loved upon by one of her students. Legal age or not, the hell that would have to be paid if this was found out would be astronomical- and that simply made it feel all the better! With Sunset stroking at her pearl and lavishing love to her lips, she could not withstand this amorous union’s call. She had to enjoy it!

With only pleasured sound as her means of guidance, Celestia reacted to every stimulant that came from beneath her skirt, body trembling from excitement and dread; she needed Sunset to finish her off even if the risk was so great. Oh, just a little further, sweetheart, a little more fire in your fingering! Up, now, careful not to let your fingernails dig in- oh goodness that was it! That exact motion again, and deep from within her heart did Celestia allow a cry to escape her. If only Sunset would continue in that rhythm upon the glans, it was all she needed! She silently begged for it, desperate for it-

Sunset understood the muted plea and wasted no time, her fingerstrokes arriving in repeat over and over as she made Celestia positively gush. There would be no retreat now, no lessening of the pressure. This was her moment to shine, and she would have it!

The sunlit principal writhed; utterly at Sunset’s mercy, she could do nothing but relish this ravishing in all its glory. Cries tried to flee her lips and were licked away; body wished to struggle and was brought to ground by that magnificent fingerwork. How could she find a way to escape when even she wished to remain in this moment forever? Someone was sure to hear her, sure to find them and see this wondrous romance come crashing down- but that only made each new stroke of pleasure all the more mighty! Celestia wanted this in all its totality, to do nothing but kiss and make love with this sweet, beautiful angel~!

The cry came with a fury and she forced herself to hold back as entire body went rigid; with the force of lightning did orgasm come crashing down, Celestia’s folds flooded as exquisite play saw her utterly satisfied. She could not hold back such a joyous tide, instinct and delight demanding she let her lover know the fruits of her labors. How the electricity coursed through her body, all heat contained within summoned to one spot and allowed release; the great heaving quivers that coursed through her like waves until she was swept away by its pleasures-

To their ears came the shrill cry of the bell, piercing and painful as its metallic shriek summoned the hordes from within their cages-

Public! The entangled women tried to detach themselves and make something presentable out of their current situation. Soaked from both saliva and vaginal juices, the two knew there needed to be a rectification of their appearance if they were to escape the most abhorrent of judgments-

“Ohmygosh, umm-!” Sunset’s amorous mind was not clear, eyes flailing about as she sought out an exit. “Tia, where do we go? I didn’t think it’d been this long-”

“Closet!” The years had made her less prone to panic even if her heart was pounding madly within her chest; a utility closet nearby was their only hope, the older woman fumbling with the keys in her jacket pocket as she tried to summon the proper one for the lock. They likely had only a few spare moments before- “There! In!”

Needing no insistence, Sunset raced into the darkened space alongside her paramour, the door slamming behind them just in time as the sound of a crowd met their ears-

“Stay quiet!” Celestia whispered. In this darkened place they could not be seen, but she wished for no trail or mistake to give them away. Anyone could walk by and perhaps find something amiss; a stray droplet here, one sound too long that now could be investigated. The world needed to pass by before she could feel the safety to even breathe, much less speak.

The chatter of students and staff alike could be heard, footsteps and voices striding past the door for what felt like an eternity. Occasionally there would be a darkness that would pause before the door and provide a bolt of terror, only to move on to places beyond sight. The multitude of so many seemed to bear down upon this one hallway, all the many names and faces that dwelt in this building moving by and keeping them on edge. Surely someone would take note of something, find something amiss; someone would be looking for one of them, a friend or faculty member…

After an age had passed, the chaos outside died away, only stray voices and the squeaking of shoes audible to the ear before even such minute things finally passed on. Daring to put her ear to the door, Celestia held one last breath as she waited for any sign of another still present. “I think it’s clear,” she murmured.

The light of a phone screen came alive in the darkened space to reveal Sunset standing beside her. “You’re sure?”

“I think so.” The two regarded one another, then outside, before allowing a deep sigh of relief. “Oh, goodness…”

Sunset’s fear was faster to fade than that of her girlfriend’s, quiet gasps soon becoming intermingled with relieved laughter. “Oh my gosh, that was almost so bad!”

Celestia wanted to join in the mirth, but forced herself to settle for a wry smile and shaking her head. “I am never, ever letting you do something like that again,” she muttered. She was soaked through her skirt, or at least she believed herself to be; her hair was tussled by the runnings of Sunset’s hands, and she likely looked as a whole rather disheveled. Even on the way back to her office, she would have to take some genuine care to be discreet.

Sunset rolled her eyes but did not argue, merely opting to take the older woman in an embrace as the two let the worst of their terror fade away into the darkness. Even though they knew their brief encounter was over, still did a few of these darkened moments find themselves interrupted by a kiss, the two unable to fully resist the allure of one another for very long.

“You shouldn’t have,” Celestia said, gazing into the soft eyes of her young beloved. “I don’t want you to get into any sort of trouble, especially not like that. You’ve got to be smarter than that!”

There was definitely an expression of protest to be found, but the crimson-haired woman was taking her time to formulate a response. “You… you needed a boost,” she said. “I know it was risky, but do- do you feel any better, at least? At all?”

“Wonderful,” Celestia replied, making sure to emphasize the point with another kiss. “Even if you scared me half to death. You really are wonderful, Sunset; I’m sorry I’ve been so gloomy lately.”

“Can- can we meet up tonight, please?” Sunset inquired. “I know we usually wait till the weekends… we can talk about it, if you feel up to it. And maybe I can help cheer you up a bit.”

“Does that translate to making a mess of my bedroom again?” Celestia countered.

“If you want it to,” Sunset laughed. “But seriously, you can talk to me- about anything. Or we can just relax together and do nothing. I don't get to really just spend time with you that often.”

Celestia was not one to try and be selfish. No matter how deeply she wanted to have this crimson angel beside her, she knew it was best not to arouse any more suspicion than necessary. Besides, late nights spent tussling the sheets was a good way to see a young woman worn out when she needed her fullest strength focused elsewhere. But would this be selfish if it fulfilled Sunset’s own desires? And she wouldn’t mind a little comfortable relaxation- or maybe a small chat. This young woman was someone she cherished, and wished to know a little more deeply. That didn’t have to be selfish if she so wished.

“Alright, then,” Celestia said, receiving a gasp of delight from her young paramour. “How about a little past nine? Nobody should really be trick-or-treating at that point. It should be a quiet night.”

“I’ll be there,” Sunset said, leaning forward and finding Celestia’s silken lips for one last kiss, a small little smile on her lips as she pulled away. Still embracing her partner, a mild flush of pink came to her cheeks and gaze flickered about before forcing itself to focus as she added, “I, umm... I love you. In case I forget to say it.”

“And I- I love you, too,” Celestia said in reply, her heart wriggling with joy even as she was a kindred in her young love's embarrassment. So small a thing to say, yet so weighty and wonderful all the same. Perhaps only the small beginnings of infatuation, just tentative steps into something much grander, but still lovely to admit. Celestia felt her body become a touch lighter, a youthfulness beginning to swell in her. “So, if you don’t mind… bring that nightgown again.”

Sunset’s bright eyes became gleaming slits. “And whatever for?”

“Oh, just a thought,” Celestia breathed, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “One good scare does deserve another. Don't you think?”

Author's Note

I'm beginning to think I have a thing for ~~Celestia making out with younger women~~

~~Older women making out with younger women~~

~~Older women~~

~~Young women~~

Women. I might have a thing for women.

The first of my October specials, I guess. Enjoy.