Wallflower Blush/ Principal Luna
A young woman with long fuzzy green hair dangling down her back strolled down the halls of Canterlot High, and what a woman she had become since finding that strange crown in the courtyard. When she had laid eyes on the object at first, she was nothing but ordinary, with a body that matched that of a lonely nerd, but something had happened during the few hours she spent with the crown safely stored in her backpack. She couldn't really put a finger on why, but she noticed the other students and even some of the teachers finally took notice of her presence. Unlike all the previous years, in which she tried so desperately to make friends and was denied each time for being an outcast, not today anymore. More and more of the popular girls and even boys began to turn their heads when she walked past them. Some even licked their lips, which made her feel funny as she finally got the attention she so desperately wanted for all of her life.
Little had she noticed the pink glow surrounding her backpack as its fabric and size changed into something entirely different, and not enough. Wallflower Blush felt a little bit of voltage course through her body. Nothing painful; barely noticeable at best. The pink magic surged over her previously petite frame, which had begun to blossom ever since the crown's magic had enveloped the young woman. It did not stop there, and when Wallflower passed the wooden doors that lead to the cafeteria, an extra bit of the pink mist washed over her already well-formed new body. The change occurred passively and without any discomfort, if you count out her cozy Christmas sweater, which began to rip in some spots, and whatever bra she had put on in the morning had disintegrated as one of her green nipples poked its fleshy nub through a small hole in the fabric while the rest of her sensitiv areola rubbed across the cozy sweater, causing a soft moan to escape her juicy green lips as she pursed them, trying to contain it.
With the crown's pink magic having done its deed, it vanished, leaving behind an update to her already stunning look. Wallflower felt her hair having grown once more, now reaching all the way to her knees while keeping its previous shape. The green students clothes had also changed from the far too tight and almost ripping Christmas sweater to a belly-free one of the same brownish color, but no little red reindeer were dancing on it as they did before. Gone were the cute animals, replaced by tons of red hearts with white coatings in their place. A rather large cleavage had formed that gave a pretty good look at the tender flesh that had been hidden for far too long. The rather broad insight gave a pretty good glance into what she had to offer. Further down below her now exposed bellybutton lay a pair of skintight jeans that drew more attention to her hourglass-shaped body, especially her now heavily grown bubble-butt, which she just had to show off to her own reflection by spinning herself around in the school activity board hanging just next to the cafeteria entrance.
With her former run-down shoes, this would have been rather difficult, but she wasn't wearing those, now was she? No, Wallflower Blush was rocking a fine pair of black high heels that gave her figure the finishing touch to become a fully grown woman in all regards.
There was, however, a part of the newly blooming Wallflower ringing alarm bells. Desperate to keep her mind from becoming blurred, she hastily grabbed for her backpack, only to find it had vanished! In its place, she soon found a fitting purse with the crown and all her books safely stored inside. On second glance, she pulled on one of the books to reveal it wasn't even that, but a magazine showing skimpily dressed women in rather seductive positions and with lust in their eyes. A blush had formed on her cheeks, and she was quick to stuff it back before anyone that was passing her was able to get a glance. When had she been buying those? Must have been from the previous owner; after all, she had just found this purse. Right?
Like a good girl, she would fumble around inside the purse till she found something metallic brushing against her hand, but she opted to ignore it. She wouldn't want to take things that did not belong to her, only having her hand in the purse to find the initials of the owner. Her long-nailed fingers finally found what they were after: a hallway pass. Someone had signed on the bottom with a blue-tinted pen. Property of Canterlot High, given to ________ by Vice-Principal Luna. Of course! That must mean this is her vice principal's purse! Oh, she must have taken it by accident. It would be best to return it to her as soon as possible; maybe she had not even noticed that it was gone yet.
Having made her way back into the hallway, Wallflower enjoyed the looks of her fellow classmates, as some of the boys that came from sports class had whistled, and one of them even gave her large butt a soft slap, which caused her to blush harder as her high heels carried her all the way up the stairs to the vice principal's office located on the first floor.
Now standing in front of the blue door, Wallflower Blush tried to look inside the dark office. It was well known to her that Vice Principal Luna often worked in the dark, given her preference and if she wasn't dealing with any students, but she was nowhere to be seen through the small blue office door blinds. She must be taking care of some business elsewhere, but it wouldn't seem right for Wallflower to just keep looking for the older woman. Better to hang the purse right up on the doorknob so she won't miss it when returning to her office.
The green girl looked quite accomplished after hanging up her purse. With her task done, Wallflower wandered off into the empty hallway to find something—or, better yet, someone—to do. Her hips swung from side to side as she wondered where all her classmates were at the moment. Then it hit her, and she swore she would have slapped herself at how obvious it was. "I am like such a dumdum; everyone is currently enjoying some food in the cafeteria. Vice Principal Luna must be there too!" But barely a few seconds later, her eyes were drawn to her fingernails as she kept walking till she collided with someone.
"Are you alright? Do I know you? You seem familiar." An unknown male voice spoke as his hands reached for her shoulder to help her back up.
The masculine voice of a male student reached her ears as she looked back up at the yellow-spike-haired boy standing in front of her. Given his muscular appearance, he must have come from the gym class that she encountered on her way to Luna's office.
"I am like totally alright; stuff like that happens to me all the time. Probably not, since I just arrived from this totally legit school called Cant-Cant," the dizzy student tried to remember, and her eyes wandered off to a nearby board on which she noticed a poster. "Canterberry. Yeah, that must have been it. I am tots so new here; I just came from the principal's office before you, handsome, knocked me off my heels."
Electric Splint was rather helpful to lift the beautiful green-haired woman back to her feet before being surprised once more as her swollen lips left a kiss on his right cheek, causing him to blush hard. "Wow, for what did I deserve that?"
"Maybe I like handsome boys like you." A girlish giggle followed the kiss as she lidded her half-open eyes at him and slid an accidental brush of her hand sliding across his crotch. "Why don't we find us a nice quiet spot, and I show you how much I like you?"
"Uhm, oh, yeah, sure, whatever you say. I think the janitor left his storage room unlocked, if that would be ok for you."
"As long as the room has a door, I am tots for it."
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After a few minutes, the two students reach the janitors closet on the ground floor. Splint held the door wide open for the woman he didn't even know ten minutes prior and enjoyed watching her ass jiggle all the way till both of them had gotten into the tight-spaced room, which held all sorts of equipment, mostly utensils but also some cleaning machines and a few handy tools hung on a metal shelf that had its best days twenty-five years ago and were now just rusting and keeping everything barely together.
With little space to be adventurous, Wallflower had just the right idea for what this place was best used for. With Splint standing in front of her, the green-haired bimbo began to crouch down on her knees, much to the boys surprise. Her previously unskilled fingers made excellent use of his zipper. Zziiipppp
In no time did Splint feel her cold hand as it reached forth into his pants to look for its price. A low moan came from the boy's lips as his back kept him firm, leaning against the wall behind him. Wallflower had gotten herself a good grip on his hardening penis, which she brought out to play, and it was joined by his sweaty grey ballsack, which hung below his cock. A bit of stray pubic hair stuck to the round orbs of his. He observed as the hot babe in front of him used one of her hands to massage his family jewels. Her gentle thumb gave each side of his sack equal attention, and during this, her left hand had gotten busy as well. His manhood had grown increasingly thick, and it was pulsating in her grip. Almost naturally, Wallflower started to stroke him with a slow rhythm.
"Like wow, your cock is like so hot, and the musk of yours is so my thing," the busty green bitch brought her lips up close till they were hovering slightly above his crown, and each breath of hers was enough to almost send him over the edge as she playfully teased him. Just when she was about to dive in with those cockwarmers she called lips, she stopped herself with a facepalm. "Silly old me, I totally forgot to use my secret weapon. Be a cutie and close your eyes for a minute, kay?"
"O-oh, ok, just don't take a picture or something." Electric Splint happened to be a bit insecure about what he had to offer, and given a bad experience in the past, he was usually rather reserved when it came to trusting someone, but for some reason he had a good feeling with this girl. She didn't seem like she would try to hurt him. And he would soon find out what this girl had planned for the surprise.
Not long after Splint had closed his eyes, he could hear the sound of fabric moving. She had taken her hand off his sack to prepare this special surprise for him. Soon after, she was guiding his penis around as it twitched and spurted a bit of precum onto her fingers until a sudden warmth surrounded him from all sides, causing him to moan out loud before finally daring to open his eyes to stare down at the woman below him. With a dazed smile, she looked up at him, the crown of his throbbing member nestled between her two love-pillows. The size of them was astonishing; the marshmallow-like feel could only be compared to rubbing one out with a cloud, which put his member on high alert. Just when he noticed her leaning up close with those full lips of hers, coming closer until she placed a kiss on his twitching cock, it was already too late for him to warn her.
The moment Splint felt her lips kiss the tip of his penis, it was just too much, together with the pleasure he was receiving from her tits, and his member shot out white, thick globs of cum onto the surprised girl's face, coating her in all his affection. "I-I am so sorry! This doesn't normally happen, honestly! You are just so fucking hot."
Wallflower, in the meantime, wasn't even listening to what he was talking about, as she was busy licking a large string of cum from her upper lip with a swoop of her tongue to get a good taste.
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Meanwhile, on the first floor, near the principal's office, a well-fed Vice Principal Luna strolled down the hallway up to her office, her usual attire being a modest-woven purple skirt and further down below, tight-fitting blue jeans wrapped around her slender legs, ending in a pair of off-silver low heels that made her approach all the more hearable as she passed the janitors closet, minding it no business. The fine-looking principal was holding her stomach after regretting having eaten one portion too much of the cafeteria food.
Her break wasn't over yet, and the lonely Vice Principal intended to use the rest of it in her office and pop a pill to ease her mild stomach ache. Before she was able to follow through on her prior thought, Luna found her eyes drawn to her office's doorknob, on which she spotted a sparkling blue purse dangling. Upon stepping up to her office, the curious woman picked it up, feeling a slight sting at the first touch but not pondering that, given that it could have just been static. With little care for privacy, she grabbed what looked like one of her hallway passes from the purse, as it was the only thing reaching out of the purse.
"This must be one of the stolen passes!" A shift in Luna's expression had occurred, and now she almost gritted her teeth at the unknown culprit. Following the school 'lost and found' protocol, she would see to taking the blue purse into her office, which she locked behind herself to enjoy a bit of privacy during her break, turned into a crime case. One she was going to solve without needing her sister, Principal Celestia, to know about, given she would not shut up about this for a long time to come. No, Luna was capable enough for this task.
With her firm but not very gifted butt closing in fast, she fell into her squeaking chair, letting out a sigh, dropping the purse in front of her, and next to the computer she used to mainly write school schedules for all of Canterlot High as of late. It was a boring but necessary task for the school to function, and one that Luna took great pride in fulfilling.
Like she planned on doing, the younger Vice Principal reached for her desk's drawer on the right and pulled a small orange bottle filled with white pills from it, quickly popping one between those tinted blue lips and swallowing it. Her green eyes glanced over to the clock hanging on the wall, showing she had around thirty minutes left before her other duties would resume. With that in mind, a pair of eager hands turned the purse upside down, spilling the contents onto her wooden table. What rolled out were many things, from what at first glance looked to be books of learning to what soon became apparent to be magazines of lust and desire, which caused the Vice Principal to blush slightly as her curiosity got the best of her. Those slender hands reached for it and dropped it on the second page already. Too busty were the women looking needy in it, and what was worse, the men she spotted all looked like absolute chads with their muscles flexing for whomever they had laid eyes on.
How could someone bring such smut into this school?! The nerves of some students—next they’d start fucking in the classrooms. She thought about it, rolling her eyes in disgust at the thought of it.
The grey trashcan, which stood below the table, was shoved between her legs, and once it was, she dropped the pile of booklets into it, afterwards turning to the other items that had fallen out of the purse, such as a few pencils; one in particular got her attention as its pink sparkly glow sprung into her eye. As soon as the fit-build Vice Principal had taken it into the grip of her right hand, she felt a similar surge of energy rush through her body as she had when first touching the purse, but this one was stronger as if it were the source. This caused her brow to rise in suspicion, bringing in the pen to stare at it up close, even going so far as to hold it in between both her hands. "No initials or anything. How is this pen emitting electricity?"
"Maybe it's an advanced cheating method; given how far technology has come, it would be no surprise if some of the nerds had built something like that." Coming to this conclusion, Luna tried to open up the pen to inspect its inside but found it unyielding, and yet another surge of pink energy jolted against the tip of her fingers, causing her to drop the pen. The plastic pen bounced around on the surface of her office desk before it came to a stop near a few of the other pencils, which had fallen out of the purse.
With the pencil out of her hand, the slender woman checked back on the time she had left until the break would be over. Only to find her break had been over for five whole minutes! Something she normally never did, given how punctual and time-sensitive her inner clock happened to be. Thankfully, her older sister wasn't present, or she would be the one to remind her of the rules set by the school board, not unlike how the Vice Principal liked to do when Celestia happened to be late by just a few minutes.
A long sigh left her unremarkable lips as she told herself to refocus on the leftover student complaints she had received, which she pulled out of a folder to her left. With renewed vigor, Vice Principal Luna began to go through the papers, starting off with a complaint about the girls locker room on the second floor of the school having a few loose locks, which might indicate someone had been trying to steal valuable goods from them, but it was none of that. Time and time again, she and her sister asked the school board for more funds to be able to repair them, but given the large budget cuts the school had to endure ever since a magical horse came to Canterlot High and unleashed her weird horse-magic, in turn destroying parts of the school and causing high monetary costs that the insurance firm refused to pay, they were on hard terms with the board. Even Celestia's charming personality wasn't enough to sway them on the matter of funding, meaning they had to endure with the little they were able to get and allocate it accordingly.
Almost unintentionally, the younger Vice Principal reached for anything to play around with to pass the time. She had always been a very hands-on person; even in her younger years as a student, she always had to wave her hands around in a presentation and found the use of a pen or a ruler to somewhat calm her impulses. She needed something even now to toy around with and distract her slender hands, and the pink ballpoint pen soon rolled towards her searching hand till it was picked up. Unlike the last few times, the pink girlish pen did not send a surge of energy into her that she could feel, but a much softer approach as it was flicked in between her fingers, causing only a minimum of discomfort that was barely on the busy woman's mind as she was busy reading through more of the complaints and requests.
"Yet another request for a field trip to the animal sanctuary from Fluttershy... While I agree that learning about animals is important, that girl alone would drain our excursion budget", given that it was the third inquiry she had received over the year, and for two of them she had given a pass thanks to her sister's intervention, which in turn had cost them much-needed money for a science fair that the science club had earned after last year's win over Crystal Prep University.
There were no winners in this constant effort to shift the few resources they were allowed to use. Worse of all, some of the students thought that Luna wanted to keep them locked in the classroom instead of taking excursions of interest outside the school. It also did not help that the younger of the two sisters was quite authoritarian in her approach, thinking she would not have to justify her own attempt to give these kids the little joys she could afford them. Even with Celestia, Luna often had to bring her back down to reality when she thought that yet another large event had to be planned, and while Celestia tried her best to stay positive about all of it, which was a good trait that Luna often admired about her older sister, much more often did she too see reason once Luna brought out the calculator and showed her what a gaping hole this would rip in their budget.
After finishing about half of the papers sitting in front of her, the mentally exhausted vice principal rubbed her temple with the hand with which she was holding the thick pink pen as it taped against her softly. The exhausted woman's cyan eyes were once again drawn to the large clock sitting above her office door, reminding her that she still had about four hours until it was time to head home to recharge her batteries.
A bad habit of hers from childhood began to resurface as the blue principal began to tap the magical pen across her flat lips. Each time the two met, her formerly quite modest lips began to blossom into a full pair of juicy lips with a bit of sparkling silver glitter on top. Never in her life had the principal used such an attention-grabbing mix, not even in her younger years, but somehow the pen had brought out what nature had denied her all those years. The vice principal's lips were not the only thing on her face receiving attention from the pink pen's mysterious bimbo magic, as the crowfeet near the corner and the soft bags below her eyes disappeared and were replaced with a much younger look that one might have expected from a twenty-year-old, but not from a near-thirty-year-old woman.
With the pink mist having made its way onto the rest of her once-normal face, the blue woman received a pair of upgrades to her cheeks, giving them a lot more firmness and a bit more color to stand out. Before the pink mist would claim yet another part of her body, it lingered for a moment over the increasingly beautiful woman. A new faint purple eyeshadow appeared in its place as it moved onto her already long but bound-together hair and unleashed the growing blueish mix to grow past the back of her office chair till it almost reached her lower legs. To any bystander, it would be obvious how much the pastel-colored woman had changed in the last few moments, but the mature blue female was too focused on yet another complaint, which took up all her focus, causing her to be oblivious even as the magic started to flow into her upper body. Reaching the moderate purple shirt that took up all of her chest, something below it started to grow and strain the woven material ever further.
At this point, the magic had already worked itself down to the tip of her fingers, and the once modest fingernails became longer to the extent of which they could be heard when she tipped them against the wood of her table. The nails shared the same tone as her lipstick, with the only difference being the half-moon crescent image that had been drawn onto each one of the fingernails. Together with the improved nails, Luna's hands had become smoother, and her long shirt's sleeves had shortened to the point that her lower arm had become almost completely exposed. Not only did her lower arms become exposed, but so did her stomach, as her body figure had shifted into a mere caricature of her previous 'show minimal skin' policy and adapted an hourglass figure. A new policy had been instilled in the late-blooming vice principal, which was anything but modest and prude.
"It's getting really hard to focus at the moment. Better get this done quick then." With a renewed effort, the increasingly more desiderable woman that was Luna turned back to the small stack of white papers and began to tap her low-heeled silver heels onto the tiled floor of her office. It was pretty clear where the magic was heading, but before it reached the location, it had yet to pass her tight jeans.
Once the pink almost see-through fog covered each inch of the cozy pants, Luna could feel a tightening around her waist, more specifically the feeling of her pants shifting into something entirely new, yet it was only acknowledged by a short rub of her unoccupied, newly manicured fingers against the back of her thigh without even so much of a glance away from the increasingly hard-formulated words flying around in her head, of which she tried to make sense.
The boob-window of Vice Principal Luna hung stretched out far above her new black skirt, which rested close and tight around the small space between her hips and her hidden treasure, which awaited down below the quickly disposable skirt as it featured a few full moons shining on each side of her outer buttocks.
Below the covered surface of the changed pants found itself a rather unique change to her underwear, as it had turned from a boring simple white pair of undies to that of a vibrant silver lace String-Tanga with two fancy laces, one on each side. What a Tanga it was; it must have been the least amount of cover being projected onto her body, given she was only partly hiding her puckered off-blue hole as it had to share the little space there was with an increasingly puffy cameltoe showing itself against the lace material, projecting almost the entirety of her labia, and what was most impressive was the amount of honey leaking from within. Surely she was a timebomb set to go off at any moment.
By now, the magic had traveled all the way down to the Vice Principal's low heels, turning them into full-sized silver platform heels with a closed-off front that clicked on the tiles below the sturdy wooden desk as she became more and more inpatient to get done. Gone were the boring-looking excuses for foot wear, and they were replaced by some of the finest-looking shiny silver high heels anyone would expect a prostitute to wear, but not a woman like Luna, who happened to work with growing as well as horny teenagers.
Just thinking about her students got Luna really worked up out of the blue, as she was noticing as her fingers began to explore her newfound puffy pussy with those long nailed-fingers below the small black skirt of hers. A low moan rose from the depths of her throat when she slid at first one, but soon two fingers found themselves between her increasingly wet labia, in turn making a slick sound each time one of her digits slipped past it. During all of this, her other hand wasn't unoccupied either. Having held the magic pen during the entirety of her transformation, Luna had begun to suckle on the thick ballpoint pen's closed lid, causing a thin line of spit to drip from it whenever her lips allowed it to smear onto the pen.
Feeling the blue Vice Principal's lust grow, the magical artifact began to shift itself into a new, longer, thicker, and more interesting-shaped object in the grip of her hand. Luna's fingers were soon filled with something much larger and girthier than the comparably thin pen. Gone was the unyielding plastic pen, and when she had blinked for a second, it had grown into a one-sided green silicone dildo that wobbled around near the front while being held at the base.
Surprised by the revelation of the magical pen's transformation into what could only be described as a womanizer's meat rod, she began to focus all of her attention on it. "Oh my god! That's like totally not what it was a minute ago!" Barely having said this, the thought began to drift into something entirely else. To the still-burning sensation between her legs, to be precise. Just when the second in command of Canterlot High tried to turn her gaze back from her sticky fingers on her left hand towards the right hand of hers, which held a strange green rod that she could swear she had seen before,. Then it hit her like an arrow!
Rolling her eyes at her own silliness, Vice Principal Luna remembered she had felt a pretty strong need in the morning and packed her sister's stress reliever in foresight that if the day would become too much for her, she could retreat into her private room and toy around with it. Seeing the small amount of spit that had engulfed the broad dildo tip, she figured that she was in the middle of a stress-relieving session, and it did not take long before her sparkly silver-gloss lips opened with hunger, and the once shy tongue slipped out of the semen-warmers and made contact with the wobbly member.
What followed could only be described as obscene. It almost felt natural to the air-headed woman as her tender lips began to smother the object of her desire in sloppy kisses and eager licks as she explored whatever inch she could with her slippery organ. Long gone was even the faintest of thoughts that concerned her so much for all those hours; replaced was it instead with her corrupted memories. "Celestia sure has a good taste with her love-toys, but who am I kidding, with a body like hers, I wouldn't mind being the one who toys with her," she giggled and waved through her long hair as her head was filled with fake fantasies of her yet-to-be bimbo'd older sister, which in turn almost caused a minor orgasm to erupt from her passage.
It was true that ever since the two former students had enrolled themselves in Canterlot High all those years prior to their current principal duties, Luna couldn't help but want more from her sister than she should. One time in Camp Everfree, she got her wish with a slightly drunken Celestia letting her finger that beautiful white flower of hers with her blue fingers. Oh, she could still remember the taste after causing her older siblings one of her best orgasms to date. It tasted like vanilla cream, and the younger, bustier Luna took great pleasure in licking each single digit clean of it, only to find her sister had passed out after cuming hard for her.
Oh, how she missed the bond they shared that evening. Another thought filled her mind after she began bopping her beautiful lips further down the silicone shaft. She loved her sister really, really much, but there was something else she had learned to love, and that happened to be sex. Not just sex with her sister, no, but exploring a penis's shape with her tongue and exploring each winkle of her students. From the smell of their musky members to the sweat-covered testicles, she loved to go into detention class with the sole intention of scouting a bad boy. She loved those.
The sound of the ringing school bell caused the fertile blue Vice Principal to snap out of her daydreaming. She quickly took a glance at the clock on her table, and she was stunned as she found that she was late for a school board meeting with her sister! While Schoolboard meant more like a meeting between Celestia and Luna these days, given all the budged cuts Luna had to introduce, it had long become a weekly meeting between the sisters.
The younger sister hastily put her sisters dildo into her purse together with some of the papers she wanted to get her sisters approval for and knew those would not destroy their budged plans. She made sure to give the wobbly member a parting kiss before the connection to her lips via spit broke down. "I totally forgot about it. Hope Tia understands that sometimes pleasure is more important than being on time."
Sadly, the meeting would not be in Celestia's office, which was only a door away from Luna, but instead on the other side of the school. Being late to such an important reoccurring event was certainly not her style, but she made sure to not waste any more time sitting around. Being already halfway out the door, she came back to pick up her purse, mentally reminding herself to not always forget it.
The sound of the Vice Principals silver heels clicked through the now almost empty hallways, only occasionally encountering a student who came probably from detention, and she could feel the stare of his eyes as she walked past him, knowing he turned around to watch her filled-out hourglass body move invitingly with each step of her slender legs. Much to her surprise, she heard him whistle. Most boys and men did not really find the old Luna all that hot, so she wasn't used to this attention. Celestia had gotten attention from their former classmates, while the younger kept herself more focused on learning and paying attention in class, yet she would have to lie and say that the complimentary action did not make her feel good about herself and her appearance.
The long-haired vice principal sensually turned her head and pursed her lips as a sign of appreciation for the compliment, while her eyes couldn't help but be drawn to a bulge that had formed in the students blue jeans, partially hidden by his black leather jacket, yet not invisible to the blue woman's skilled eyes. Another action followed, and she brought her eyes back up to meet his own blue ones staring at her with desire just as she decided to slowly extend her tongue out and wet her lips in a slow motion.
Tia could probably wait for another few minutes...
Author's Note
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