For Science

by Vinyl Snatch

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, Romance, Vice-Principal Luna, Equestria Girls, Porn, Sex, Slice of Life
Length: 6762

Twilight has a favor to ask Vice Principal Luna but it’s rather taboo. She wants to be the first to study the effects of sex between teacher and former student. But is that really her motivation?

Twilight has been working on her dissertation on friendship but she wants to research an unstudied form. Mentors becoming lovers. The only person she can think of for the task is Vice Principal Luna, who has always been there for her. What will Luna say? What will she choose? Is Twilight really doing this solely for research? What about this strange feeling in her? Does Luna have it too?

Again Twilight is of age, this is not Foalcon.

Written for for Brony-Wan-Kenobi (god I love that name)Summer Sin 23. Happy Summer of Sin!

Contains: sex with a former teacher, tribbing, double dildo use, fast sport car driving

Published 2023-08-05 14:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-08-05 14:30:00 UTC

A proposal

I stood at the door to Vice Principal Luna’s office, shaking slightly. This was a huge risk and I knew it.

Knowledge isn’t for the faint of heart, I told myself. But it didn’t ring true. Was this really about knowledge at all? Was it about my obsession to show the world how far I’d go to obtain it or was it something deeper?

“Only one way to find out,” I muttered to the empty hallway. It was strange being here after hours, as I hadn’t stayed late in this school since I graduated six years ago. But it was hauntingly unchanged; the only thing that had was me. This time I had to prove it to myself. I knocked.

“Hello?” The soft sweet sound of her voice filled me with the many memories of her supporting me and pushing me to grow. Things I took comfort in when I felt uncertain, like now. Perhaps this was beyond science.

“Ahem, hello? Vice Principal Luna?” I called through the door.

“Oh, Twilight?” the voice asked. It was definitely her. “Is that you? Come in, come in!”

I opened the door and found the vice principal sitting in her darkened room. She always preferred the dark to the light, something about too much light causing migraines. I remembered the hours we spent together in this office going over my college transcripts. Whenever I had an academic problem, she was the one I turned to first. It was only fair I do the same now—or so I told myself.

“Well, did they accept the premise?” she asked, rising from her chair and embracing me. We had become quite familiar since my school days, and I came to think of her as more of a friend than an authority figure. I hoped she would see me the same way, or this would get even more awkward.

“Yes, the dissertation about friendship was accepted. Sorry I haven’t been able to stop by and tell you. I’ve been researching.” She slowly drew away to see me properly. I felt the lack of that embrace as she leaned back on her desk.

“Wonderful. I must say the study of the psychological and physiological effects of friendship is a fascinating topic. I would have never thought of that. What has your research produced so far?” She stared at me eagerly, while I tried to shrug off the impending feeling of discomfort I knew would come.

“Well, there is a significant release of serotonin, oxytocin, and dopamine associated with the gathering of friends, along with an overall increase in mental health. Conversely, I felt the absence of friends considerably when I isolated myself, leading to diminished levels of these neurotransmitters. My response to various tests was slower. Once the loneliness set in, I found myself feeling weaker and actually got sick. Oddly enough, I was more hesitant to call my friends or hangout with them because I was so ill. It could easily lead to depression and despair like that.”

In truth, I was still recovering from my self-made isolation. All the time I had spent by myself, before transferring to Canterlot High, had returned. But putting yourself back in the cave was a lot worse than living in one. I worried my desperation to feel something had brought me to come up with this idea.

“I hope you stopped that. It’s not good to make yourself ill, even for science,” Luna scolded me, but the light was still in her eyes. She was proud of my research. Would she still be after my proposal?

“Yes, but during my isolated research period I came upon an angle that I don’t think anyone explored. I want to be the first.” I said, but I heard my voice break as I got to the point. Part of me wondered if I started this too fast, while the other part said it would be impossible to think about anything else.

“A new area of friendship? How intriguing.” She tilted her head towards me and waited.

“Well as you know, there has been extensive research into friendship, I’m not the first. There has been a lot of research on friends that become lovers and its effect. But there.. uh .. hasn’t been.. ahem…”

It wasn’t as easy to say as I thought. What will she say? What will she do? She could throw me out and tell me never to speak to her again. Or she could berate me for such a taboo topic.

“Twilight? Are you alright? Are you feeling ill? You’re looking pale.” Luna rummaged through the drawers of her desk, looking for something.

“No. It’s just that this subject is a bit controversial, even though I know it happens. No one has actually studied it.” I gritted my teeth. I didn’t know how to bridge this over.

“Well, is it illegal?” Luna stopped rummaging, true concern showing on her face.

“No, but it’s not socially approved.”

“Will anyone get hurt? Especially you.”

“I hope not. But that’s… I’m not sure. It poses the same risk as any relationship, I suppose.” I needed to come out with it. I couldn’t hide it any longer. “I was hoping you could help me… study the effects on mentors becoming lovers.”

There was silence. Luna hadn’t moved and stared at me like I threw her pet possum, Tiberius, out a window. There wasn’t anger or sadness, just shock. I waited but the effects still held her stone steady. “Ahem, Vice-“

“Please don’t use that title after asking for something like this,” she said curtly but with no heat. She found her seat again behind the desk and sat in it, folding her arms across her lap. “How long?”

“I don’t think it will take that long if that’s what you mean. Probably a week or so.” I didn’t like the pale look on her face.

“How long have you felt this way towards me?” she said in the barest of whispers.

“I’m not sure what you—“

“Twilight! One does not simply ask to sleep with a former teacher for a science project!” Luna hissed. It wasn’t loud, but it was forceful. It cut through any excuses and thinly veiled justifications I put up in myself.

“How long have you had feelings for me?” She repeated in a much softer tone.

I stiffened. I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this. Not that I expected her to blindly go along with the idea but at least consider it outside of my personal motivations. There was no escaping those sharp blue eyes. They pierced through any objection or denial.

“When I left high school I was kind of lost. You remember, you helped me get right on track. I returned time and time again, soon I was coming to you for smaller and smaller concerns. I knew you had other things to do and I could easily address them on my own, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to see you. To still have meaning in your life.” I took a deep breath, those eyes of hers softened considerably.

“I came to want you in ways I- I never wanted anyone. I knew it wasn’t right but I couldn’t help how I felt. I tried to date others I really did. It just wasn’t you.”

“I see,” she said finally, clasping her hands in front of her mouth. I couldn’t tell if she was upset, or disappointed, or even just thinking. It was painful. Like if I breathed too heavy it would disturb the delicate balance in the universe and would lose her. So I waited with my breath stilled.

Time ticked by on the crescent shaped clock on the wall. Each second, I imagined worlds and scenarios of happiness that fell down with its ticking hands. The longer she sat in suffocating silence, the less likely she’d agree to this. As moments moved like shadows from the sun. My hopes seemed stupid, infantile. A child screaming desperately for what it wants but isn’t smart enough to know it can never have it.

“I’m sorry, Vi- Luna, I- I will go. I’ll try not to bother you again.” I turned, the world blurring in my eyes. My face burned from embarrassment and I wanted to hide forever.

“Twilight…” she said softly before I touched the office door handle. “Please sit.”

She motioned to the chair in front of her desk. I hesitated. I had already made an ass of myself, and I didn’t need a lecture on decency or how wrong I was to feel the way I did. I already knew that.

“Twilight,” she began calmly. “Thank you for telling me this. I realize how much courage it took to confess, albeit in a roundabout way. I am not angry or upset with you.”

I sat still, like a prisoner waiting for the judge’s verdict. I knew how I looked, a young student falling in love with her teacher was so common it was cliche. Yet it happened to me and I didn’t want to minimize it. I braced for the truth.

“I will not reject you outright , Twilight—I owe you that much. Things have to be handled delicately, this isn’t an area I know much about. If we do proceed, we have to be very careful, especially in the beginning.” Luna placed her finger on her lips as if to emphasize the secret but the motion was something I saw all too often.

It sparked a series of memories in my head. Months of meeting her with that same expression, that same motion. She wasn’t quieting me, she was quieting herself.

It was a subconscious trigger that made me realize I wasn’t alone in this. The bread crumb trail had been there, each one marked with this expression. She had been flirting with me all along, though I didn’t have the experience to see it in the beginning. The signs were so obvious as the pieces clinked into place. Why would she reject me when I finally was ready for her?

“If?” I echoed as the fragments that started this mess began to correlate.

“Well, I can’t say that you don’t have a chance, but I don’t know quite yet,” she said, looking a little wary.

“What’s there to think about? You know how I feel now, you can finally have what you wanted.” My words stung my own mouth as I said them. They tasted of frustration.

“…what I wanted?” She looked confused, but also trapped.

“Don’t deny it, Luna. You’ve been thinking the same thing. I never noticed it when I was a student, but when I came back, all the signals were there. Your stance, your word choice, the way you’d look down when talking even though I’m now taller than you. You had thoughts just like mine, but never dreamed I’d want to pursue them.” I stood tall with the force of my convictions.

Luna looked up at me this time. Her face was purple with the dark coloring of her skin and the redness on the surface. She looked broken and small. I slowly backed away. I didn’t know what came over me. Maybe it was fear or validation, but I needed her to admit what I knew.

“I will not… insult your intelligence... I can’t refute you.” She finally said through the hands covering her face. “I’m not a pedophile.”

“I never said-“

“I just want to make this clear right now. I never had such thoughts when you were a student, nor did I think them of any student. It began when you returned.” She sighed and turned to look out the window. Her face and form half shadowed by the lamp on her desk.

“When you came back, asking for my assistance with your thesis I felt things that were… taboo. You had come back every few years since you graduated, but this time was different. I couldn’t see you as you once were. I couldn’t see the awkward teenager, still fighting the social discomfort that only isolation can bring. All I saw was an excited, passionate, beautiful woman that you are now. It thrilled me to see you. I was overjoyed when you would arrive and pined for you as you left.”

She turned back to me, her face clear and human. No longer the mask of the vice principal but Luna, a woman. She was beautiful, stunning really. All the guarded emotions and thoughts laid bare on those high cheekbones.

“So,” I asked, still staring into her soft eyes, “what’s the problem? It sounds like we both want the same thing.”

“You know it’s not that simple. My reputation could suffer considerably if we’re discovered. The type of teacher or principal that dates their former students isn’t one that the public wants teaching more. And your name would be associated with scandal before you have accomplished anything. No, I would not risk your future.” Her mouth was a thin, hardened line that few should ever cross when she spoke of a person’s future.

“And what about what we want?”

“Our feelings shouldn’t ruin your future. You worked too hard for that.” She stood up, staring at me with a certain finality. I stood to match.

“And you think I can just go on pretending I don’t have feelings for you? You think I can just focus on a future without you by my side? Just standing behind me, pushing me forward but away from you?” I could feel the anger and frustration well up again, only this time it didn’t sting my lips with the truth. It stung my eyes with tears.

“It’s not fair! Everyone else gets to be in love! Rarity gets to show AJ how much she loves her. Rainbow found that soccer player, Fleetfoot. Pinkie found Wallflower and even Sunset found someone. I found someone I love and who loves me but we can’t be together because society doesn’t like the way we met!”

I was shouting at the desk in front of me. My tears began to melt the papers on it. The official letters and grades, the neat pile of recommendations and letters of admonishment, all caught the anguish of my heart. It wasn’t right. If this world was too dense to allow love to blossom like this, what right did anyone else have to it? We didn’t even do anything wrong, but because of who we were it would be assumed we did. We were being punished for nothing.

A gentle hand found my shoulder, then my face found Luna’s chest. She held me as I wept for those that couldn’t understand and yet they judged. I was surprised to find my neck wet as Luna’s own tears trickled down it. I looked at her and found an equally pain stricken face staring back.

“You’re right, Twilight, it’s not fair. Don’t think for a moment either of us are misguided. There is nothing wrong with you. You can love whomever you wish.” She held me close, and the sweet smell of lavender filled my nose. She always wore it and it always calmed me.

“What about you? You can love whoever you want as well.” I pulled her in closer than I ever dared. I wanted her all to myself. Forget the world, forget the project, forget all these students that needed her. She was mine and I wanted to keep her as long as I could.

“Twilight? What are you doing?” She whispered unsteadily into my ear. I didn’t even realize my hand was sliding up and down her back. It pierced the many layers of cloth armor she wore and found the gentle bare skin underneath. It was so warm, and with her muscles tense it increased their sensitivity.

I looked into her face, once again turned purple—but not in embarrassment. Her eyes glazed over and her breathing increased. Her hands grabbed my face and she kissed me with passion and love. I kissed her back, our tongues darting in and around each other’s. It felt like heaven.

Until it stopped. Luna’s face returned to its cooler composure and she slowly withdrew her face. I continued to stroke her back but the effect wasn’t nearly as noticeable.

“Twilight, I…”

“Please, Luna, please don’t ask me to stop.” I wanted her so much for so long. The idea of stopping was like slamming the brakes on a train moving at a hundred miles per hour. It would hurt as the iron wheels ground against the cold rails, sparks of debris flying, while the squeal of an angry chained creature writhed under its harness.

“Twilight… I…” She looked at me with a determination that caused my heart to burn and ache. Then finally she sighed and nodded to herself. “I think we should move this conversation out of the school. Any objections to going to my home?”

“Never! Thank you so much for understanding.” I slowly let my hand drift off of her. The pain of denial was made bearable by the possibility of more. It was only temporary, I hoped.

I followed my mentor out the office door, school and into a midnight blue sport car. It didn’t strike me as the type Luna would drive but then I didn’t know her outside of her work. I desperately wanted to. The Luna I imagined was a confident, mature, sensual creature that readily seduced me in my dreams. But I knew that wasn’t the truth. I prepared myself to find the woman behind the illusion I created.

“Now I feel we can be more open,” she said, as the top of the car folded itself into the trunk. The long blue and purple locks of hair streamed out as we drove. It made her look like she was underwater. She smiled a confident and carefree smile.

“I prefer talking about this away from school. As much as I love it, it tends to remind me of my duties rather than the possibilities. I’m not immune to your charms, Twilight. In fact, it took all I had not to make you mine on my own desk.” She shifted the car into a higher gear and it growled in response, lurching forward.

“I would have let you, and made you mine afterwards.” I said, matching her teasing lustful tone.

“Ha! If you could still feel your body once I was through. You might have waited a long time for me, but I have waited much longer. It was not easy.” She sighed a carefree sigh, her pent up self spilling out of her into the wind.

“I’m ready to face any challenges with you… er for you? Both.” I wasn’t going to allow her to whittle away at my conviction. If my actions couldn’t show her my feelings then my persistence should.

“You are, are you? You do have a large one to face with me, I’m afraid. You see, I was your teacher and mentor, with that comes a certain archetypical expection. One that says ‘I’m confident, and knowledgeable. No matter the circumstances I know what to do and how to get it done.’ The fact is, I’m a person, Twilight.” She said with both a sigh then a nervous giggle, as she sharply turned down a suburban road.

“I’m a person just like you. I have real feelings, and real dreams. I love deeply and completely, or so I’m told. I don’t have the answers, not in love and definitely not in this situation.” She slowed to a crawl at a stop sign. I noticed there was a police car hiding in the shadows nearby. Was he watching this spot specifically for her?

“If you want to have a relationship, you have to see me as me. Not Vice Principal Luna, but Luna, your girlfriend. It is a tall order to ask of you.” She took off down the street again, rapidly accelerating but still only to the speed limit.

“I want to. I want to know everything about you,” I said, though it felt like I had to shout over the wind.

“You say that, but you really don’t know what that means yet. And both of us are much too aroused to think about this clearly.” She entered another intersection, this time in a skid. The car drifted along the street, careening sideways until she accelerated forward. My heart was racing from the thrill and fear. Smoke from the burnt tires trailed behind us for a few minutes, filling my nose with an acrid man-made oder.

“I know that’s not what you want to hear right now,” she continued, unchanged by her speed. “That your love is merely a hormonal reaction to a perceived character. That’s why we should have sex now, get all this pent up desires out, then talk like adults. Agreed?”

“I uh.. yeah. That makes sense.” I was starting to worry Luna was right. I could be thinking with the wrong part of my anatomy. It made sense to just fuck each other first and then reason could return.

“Good. Honestly that’s all I can think about right now. And your actions suggest you are struggling too. It’s kind of dumb to suffer needlessly.” She threw the car into another skid but neatly clipped the momentum into a stop. Then we calmly rolled into a darkened driveway.

The house was a small, one level home in a yellowish beige. The windows were lined with long dangling plastic slats that could be turned to cut off the interior from any unwanted peepers. She led me in the front door then haphazardly tossed her keys on the floor. I barely registered the door closing behind me before her lips were pressed to mine once again.

It was hard to think. The world spun and glowed with a haze of elation and excitement. Her hair filled my view, and those large blue eyes hungered for me just as I hungered for her.

In a quick slip I turned her around and pressed her smaller body against her door. Those eyes widened, a deep sea of passion sprinkled with reflected light from the living room. Then they shut as she pulled me closer, allowing me to express myself as she always did.

Her stiff office attire had to go. This was not part of the woman I wanted. It was a wall society placed up between us. Nothing would separate me from her now. The high collar, pink blouse, and dark blue slacks sailed from my hands. Layer after layer of restraint falling to the floor in a crumpled heap.

“Tw-Twilight?” She stared at me, flushed and heaving. Luna was pressed against her door in her underwear. It wasn’t the lacey or satin type I always pictured underneath. It was normal cotton. A dark blue bra with matching panties that accentuated the blue tone in her skin. The panties weren’t even the sexy type. They were covered in the crescent moon symbol like most of her clothing.

“As-as much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, I would rather have sex in my bed. Being fucked against my own door, though it sounds sexy, would probably hurt my back.” She traced my jawline with a light finger. The hand moved down the side of my neck to the indent of my collar bone.

It was then I realized I was in my underwear. How did she? When? I briefly remembered her hands moving furiously as I stripped her. I heard her giggle.

“You’re not the only one who was excited. You have your method, I have mine.” She smiled and the world lit up around her. She moved away from the door, grabbing my hand. I think I was floating, maybe my telekinesis was acting up again. Luna didn’t seem to notice, so maybe it was just me.

She had a queen sized bed, which made sense to me though I wasn’t sure why. Surprisingly it was unmade, the sheets strewn about haphazardly and one of the pillows lay slumped on the edge. She glided her lithe body across the lavender sheets. I briefly wondered if I was the inspiration for the color.

Luna lay on her side, her long hair curled between her index finger and thumb. She patted the bed beside her like an old movie with a smoky deva. The dim light of the room accented the curves I wanted to taste. I flopped on the bed next to her.

We wasted no time and found each other’s lips again. It got hot. I couldn’t see very well, and everything became hazy. Each kiss another firecracker thrown into a raging fire. I found her neck and nibbled the creases of muscle on it, while her hands undid my bra. The air rushed to meet my chest, giving me a sweet release from some of the inferno.

It was brief as Luna’s mouth found one of my breasts and kissed along its edge. I gasped, my body was a drop of water, building on the tip of a leaf. Each light touch of her lips increased my surface tension.

A brief brush along my hardened nipple brought a moan from my lips. It was embarrassing, but Luna smiled, and I knew this was the pleasure she sought. Her tongue ran down the tip and she slowly drew it into her mouth. My glasses fogged immediately so I took them off.

I wanted to touch her, and feel that warmth under my fingers. But I was ensnared in her pleasure trap. I struggled to reach my hand down her abdomen only to find my panties pulled aside and a long thin finger gliding over my mound. My lower lips cried out for attention. They saturated the infiltrator as it moved between the folds of my pussy.

I squirmed, holding her head against my chest. My hand struck out seeking her hot, wet slit. I found it under the small soft cotton fabric that failed to contain her excitement. I pressed in, and she was excited enough I didn’t need to stimulate her more. She made a ‘mmmph’ sound onto my breast and started to rock on my sopping wet digit.

I joined her, letting that hardened knuckle slide in and out of my entrance. It was heaven. The fire continued to burn, its rage roared in the moans that burst forth from both of us.

“I-I can take it no longer,” Luna cried. The slender hand pulled its loving fingers from my pussy and clit, nearly causing me to shriek in longing as they left. My underwear was deftly removed and the little vice principal shifted me to my back. She removed her own panties with the same skill and I barely had time to remove my fingers from that holy place.

I quickly took off Luna’s bra as she climbed on to me. She aligned her loins with mine and pressed her vagina onto my own. It was an instant explosion of heat and fluid.

“Oh shit!” I cried, feeling so good that I didn’t care about the profanity. My lips were closed with another set, equally flushed and hot. I felt my pelvis ground toward the bed while her hands desperately squeezed my butt. I reciprocated, wanting to be as close to her as possible.

My clit found hers and the two feverishly danced around in each other. Each movement brought a new flash of gunpowder to the bonfire. I couldn’t hold out much longer.

“Twilight I, naaah,” she crescendoed then bit my neck. A deluge of volcanic liquid erupted from her, drenching my pussy with fire. The sensation pressed me over the edge as my hands dug into her ass and fucked her wet vagina like a madwoman. Then I exploded too.

Finally, sweet release found me and I wiggled in its cleansing glow. Luna’s little frame clung to me like a koala cub. She panted into my ear and pressed her soggy forehead against mine.

“That… was... beautiful,” she managed to say in a breathy voice. “I haven’t had sex like that in a long time. Or any sex in a long time.”

She giggled like one of her students and slid to my side. She kept her head in the crook of my neck as she absently ran her fingers through my hair. I rubbed my hand along the superb curve of her hip.

“Twilight… was this your first time?” Luna bit her lip, a fresh coat of red on her cheeks.

“Oh, no,” I admitted and saw the relief wash over her. “There were a few times with Rainbow Dash and a few drunk times with Pinkie. And then that time… nevermind.”

“Hmm?” Her ears perked as I mumbled into the void. “Nothing too unseemly I hope.”

“No, just…I got caught up in a moment and I’m still not sure how.” It wasn’t my finest moment, but still it had happened. Neither I nor Muffins regretted it, but it wasn’t something we told many people.

“We all find ourselves in strange situations at times. Still, I’m glad you didn’t lose your virginity to me. As your former teacher I would hope you found experience amongst your peers.” She traced her finger across my collarbone. “Now... we are a lot more relaxed.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, shifting to look at her more fully. “That was a great warm up.”

“A… warmup?” Luna froze in a strange shocked smile. She looked equal parts surprised and nervous. She quickly brushed a lock of hair back from her ear.

I felt a small pang of guilt for belittling our first time but I wanted her to feel like I brought something new to the table. I kissed her again, reassuring her I cared. She cocked an eyebrow as I slid out of bed and found my small backpack I brought with me.

Call me an optimist but I always thought it was better to be prepared. I had no way of knowing which way Luna would take when I brought up the idea of us fucking. So in anticipation I brought some things that might increase the sexual experience for us. I started looking through the books and other contents I threw on top to hide the devices.

“I’m not sure what you’re looking for, but I am enjoying the view.” Luna called from her spot on the bed. I glanced back, still bent over, to see her sitting up in the bed, looking on with interest. I swiveled my hips a bit to show more of the muscles and she applauded.

“I might have brought some items with me to have a little more fun with, Luna,” I said to the objects in my bag, but I was sure my lover would hear me.

“Oh? What sort of things?” There was a slight uneasiness to her tone, but it was underneath a keen layer of interest.

“Oh, just some toys I thought you might like or haven’t tried.” I hoped she wasn’t secretly a toy aficionado. I wanted to excite her and bring her pleasure in ways she’s not experienced yet.

“Toys? Oh Twilight, ha ha ha. We don’t need things like that. Regular sex is fine for me.” I was momentarily hurt by her laughter until I realized it was a vent to ease off the tension she had. She was nervous about this. A small part of me cackled in the joy of having something over my mentor.

“Oh really? You don’t want me to teach you something?” I kept my tone playful, ignoring the fear she tried to sugarcoat.

“Twilight, you don’t realize it yet? I have been your pupil for many months now. You teach me something about yourself and me everyday. I have valued the knowledge gained by studying friendship in your manner.” I stalled out momentarily. It was such a kind sentiment. I never knew how much she took from our studies. “Also, I am not letting you use that device with the two fingers and a pinkie on me.”

I looked at the “shocker” vibrator in my hand. Guess that money is blown. I would have loved to see her face when I put the pinkie in. Still I didn’t want her uncomfortable and if she wasn’t into butt stuff it would certainly make her uncomfortable.

“How about this then?” I asked, producing the double ended dildo.

“Uhh, as much as you look up to me I don’t think I can fit that in,” Luna said with a slight twitch in her mouth.

“No, it’s not just for you. It’s for both of us. One end in you, the other in me. And it bends so we can lay next to one each other while we fuck each other with it.” I wobbled the middle, showing its gelatinous dexterity.

“Twilight… have you used this… toy before?”

“Yes.” I wasn’t sure if she was testing my knowledge of its use or if she was fishing for how much I’ve tried.

“With another?” Her eyes stared at the dildo with suspicion.

“Ye-oh not this one. I bought a new one for us… if things went well…” The suspicion left her face and relief filled it. I couldn’t blame her. I wouldn’t want to use a toy someone else used that I didn’t know.

“If it excites you to try, I'm not against it. But I still think we are fine toyless. You don’t think it decreases intimacy?” She layed back on her bed, propping her head up with her hand.

“I think it helps stimulate in a different way. If we still focus on each other and the love we have then I don’t see it as a replacement. More like a tool that can show our feelings uhh differently.” I couldn’t think of a good synonym as I climbed back on the bed, dildo in hand. It wobbled like a deflating balloon sword.

“In other words, you want to fuck the hell out me using that dildo.” She giggled and laid her head on the pillow once more. Her blue eyes shifted to a point above me. Hopefully she was just letting herself drift to build the anticipation.

I was going to argue but I figured I would show her it’s pleasure instead. I slipped under the covers, immediately thinking of the small forts I made long ago. It was filled with the reflected light from the two bedside lamps.

The darkest part was the lower torso and spread legs of my target. I moved slowly under cover, my goal giggled as my lack of stealth. I found my victim’s first leg and ran my tongue up the length of it. Luna shook in excitement.

I tasted the knee and worked my way up the inner thigh, hovering over her open pussy just long enough to breath a few breaths. Then I kissed down the other thigh. I hoped I was building the right kind of excitement.

I kissed a cute little path from her inner thigh again this time tracing the top of her wooly mound with my kisses. Then I struck. Her clit bulged out from under its hood, like a balloon trying to wear a little coat. I gave it some tentative licks, gaining gasps and spasms from my lover.

Then I placed my lips around it, drawing in the deep lavender flavor. I thought it was just her perfume all this time. Guess the stronger I smelled the scent the more aroused she was.

The bulb bobbed in and out of my mouth, like a playful bean. It wasn’t long before Luna’s hands grasped the back of my head. She was dripping again with the lavender liquid. She was ready, and so was I. But I was always ready around her.

I kept Luna’s clit in my mouth as I advanced the dildo. I met some resistance as her fleshy, dark blue lips clung to the shaft. But soon the oozing flower allowed it passage and I pushed through with a pop and a “uuuuuh.”

I began to thrust with my hand, matching the time her hips set. Her passion leaked over the dildo’s end and found its way to my hand. A brief pause and a lick brought the elixir of sex into my mouth again. Once I had her rhythm down, I held on to the end and climbed onto Luna’s stomach. I waited until Luna’s thrusting was right then inserting the other end in.

“Ok, Luna,” I said as my teeth clenched slightly from the intensity. “Let’s go slow and keep our rhythm.”

“Of- of course. Are you alright?” She looked up at me, trying to slow her thrusting until I got loose enough to receive it fully. “Ok, it’s in.”

Luna brushed my face with her hand. She looked more uncertain than I had ever seen her. She wasn’t used to something like this. I cursed myself for not explaining what was needed. It wasn’t a regular dildo or a strap on.

“Ok,” I sighed. “The way this works is, we can push the dildo back and forth with our pussy muscles. I’ll show … you?”

My statement was interrupted as the shaft went rigid and pressed itself further in. I grabbed the sheets on either side of Luna’s head. It felt so good. My lover smirked as she pressed the toy further.

“I think I will like this toy,” Luna giggled. “Let’s hope you have been doing your exercises, I have.”

I didn’t think of the strength she might have. I was still new to this experience, she had years on me. The toy withdrew slowly, and I squeezed it back into her. She purred as it entered further again.

Then our dance began. It was a lot less one sided as I thought it would be. Originally I thought I would rail her with the toy, her body powerless to resist. This time it was like a batton passing back and forth between us. We found our rhythm, both of us pressing it slowly deeper into the other.

Faster and faster the toy sloshed between our slits. The pressure in me was building much quicker than before. Luna was taking it all in stride, but she was gripping my ass again, digging her fingers in. I tried to hold out but the sound of her moaning and grunting turned me on more. I couldn’t keep the excitement in. My hands started to tremble and the pressure in me increased.

“It’s ok… Twilight … I am … close too.” Luna could barely form sentences, yet she seemed so calm. I stifled moans; I needed to get her off. But it was no good, my mind couldn’t stop taking in that beautiful shining body of hers and the next thrust tipped me over.

I had to act fast. I was cumming and I could not stop. I used the spasm of tense muscle in my pussy to thrust the dildo deep. There was no resistance from her. I felt my fluids trickle down the shaft. I had to shout as the pressure swelled and the dam fully broke.

“Vice principal Luna, I love you!”

“Oh my g- naaah!” Was the response she gave as she arched her back and pulled my hips flush with hers. Once again my vagina was showered by hers and her teeth sank into my shoulder. It seems she was a biter and a squirter.

We laid on each other, frozen in the moment of climax. Our muscles twitched and quivered in the adrenaline’s wake. I didn’t want to move, I felt so safe and alive. Luna unclenched her teeth from me and dropped her head back on the pillow. Eventually the dildo slid out of me, my inner muscles went slack. I heard it pop out of Luna as well and land on the bed.

“Twilight…” Luna finally said. “I love you too.”

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. It was too much joy for me to hear that at that moment. The excitement of sex was gone and replaced with a body full of peace. I wrapped my sticky arms around her body and pulled her close. Her arms wrapped my neck, cradling me in the joy and solace of new found love. A love I could never give up, no matter who didn’t understand. I knew Luna did, and that was the only person that mattered.