Charcoal Pencil drew even as he was being chewed out by the Principal. For drawing. It wasn’t that he was defiant, he just enjoyed it. More than listening to Celestia, for sure. “Are you even listening to me!?”
“Yes,” he said, not looking up.
“What did I just say?”
“Stop drawing in class, do it at home if I have to, but I should really stop fully because this isn’t a good road to go down.” Celestia frowned.
“I believe we touched upon that last time as well. So why didn’t you stop?” Charcoal shrugged.
“‘I don’t know’ is not a good reason.” Charcoal’s mind drifted. Celestia… he moved from his previous doodle to something better. The Principal, but different. He sketched an outline, half listening to the real thing.
“You’re not drawing anything inappropriate while I talk to you about not doing it, right?”
“No.”
He placed the art’s hair in a ponytail. He looked up for reference to the face, and blinked. Celestia’s pastel locks were now up, exactly as he had made them. Seeing his actions as confirmation he was listening, she went on about how if it happened again, she’d have to confiscate his drawing supplies. Experimentally, he went down the body, giving her a larger cup size, like he’d previously planned. Another glance up, and Celestia had changed to meet the art.
This is going to be fun.
He finished the rest of the body, happy with his work. Another look showed a delightfully curvy Celestia, who was still talking.
[Is there any way to change how she acts? Hmm…
He moved to the side of the page, and added a bullet point.
Stumbles on the word ‘Drawing’.
“I understand that you enjoy it, but your explicit drow- drawing in school has to stop. Apologies for the mistake.”
Oh, it wasn’t a mistake. Quite helpful, in fact…
He quickly erased the text. Bubbly, but not overly so. Very happy person.
“So, just don’t do it again, and everything will be wonderful. Are we good?” Celestia asked with a bright smile.
“Perfect…”
Charcoal mumbled, mostly to himself.
“Great! You can head back to class now, if you like. Or would you like to finish your drawing first?”
Charcoal answered by continuing. He stated on another drawing, this time of himself. Slightly more muscular, but not swollen. Tilting the page away from the principal further, he also added upgrades to his length. Useful, for what was to come. He remembered something about the Cheerleading team not having enough spots this year, and smiled as he added a theme to his plans.
He started a quick sketch of Celestia’s desk, adding a pale pink Cheerleader’s uniform inside with CHS in gold letters on the breast, and a black skirt into the drawer. He added two white pom-poms to the side, and added a note to the Principal’s drawing.
Keeps a personalized CHS Cheerleader uniform inside her desk. Likes excuses to wear it, even in front of students.
“Miss Celestia?” Charcoal asked.
“Yes?”
“I heard the Cheerleaders don’t have enough spots filled, and I wondered: Have you ever cheer-leaded before, or have a uniform?”
“Oh!” Her smile turned a bit sheepish. “Well, I’ve never been a cheerleader before, but I do have a uniform.”
Comfortable stripping to her undergarments around others, so long as it’s to change into something else.
“Could you show me?”
“I’d be happy to!” She stood, and opened her desk drawer. Charcoal was pleased to see the outfit, exactly to his specifications. Celestia began to strip down, and Charcoal’s eyes gazed around her perfect form, only covered by a red bra and panties. As she changed, he got up and locked the door.
Showtime.
He quickly added four notes to the page.
Aroused by Charcoal Pencil.
Willing to have sex anywhere, as long as it’s with someone she’s aroused by.
Moans and other sounds made during sex are inaudible to everyone other than Charcoal Pencil.
Infertile.
He looked up to find Celestia in uniform, a slight blush on her cheeks.
“Well, do you like it?” She gave the pom-poms a little shake.
“I love it.”
He grabbed her shoulders and brought her closer to him. He bent her down over the desk, noting the now intense blush and lack of resistance.
“Are you going to…”
“Yes.”
He slipped her panties down, but kept the uniform on. He smiled at the small pool of excitement gathering on the desk, and pulled his pants down, revealing the long member he had drawn previously.
“Ready?”
“Yes, I- OH!”
He slid himself inside her, pleased at her pleasured reaction. He kept going at a slow pace, and leaned over her, resting his body on her back at placing his head next to hers.
“Coal…” she moaned.
“You want more?”
“Yes…” He began to move faster, keeping her in a tight hold. “Mngg…” Charcoal placed his lips on Celestia’s, her pleasured moan spurring him on.
One hand slid to her waist, and he began moving her backwards with each thrust. He separated his mouth from hers, allowing a flurry of erotic noises to pour from her lips. Feeling himself near the limit, he took his partner by the ponytail and gave it a gentle yank. He pulled again, slamming as hard as he could until…
He wrapped his arms around Celestia’s chest, shooting every last drop of cum he had deep into her insides. The woman screamed with pleasure, her own orgasm mixing with Charcoal’s.
Their lips met once more, as they began to wind down. “Charcoal…” Celestia managed. “This was incredible.
“So were you.” He pulled himself from her with some hesitation, and smiled at the liquid dripping out of Celestia’s sex. Taking up the drawing pad, he wrote:
Can change from and into her altered physical form at will, along with her more bubbly mental state. She stays attracted to Charcoal Pencil, now loves him.
*When phrased as a command, will do anything Charcoal Pencil asks without complaint.*
He set it down, and heard the final bell ring.
“Cleaning up will be quite the hassle,” Celestia stated, smiling with her body back it its original form.
“The day has ended, though. Put your clothes back on, and you should be able to hide it long enough for you to get home.”
“I suppose you’re right.” Soon after Celestia began to change again, the handle of the door rattled, followed by a knock.
“Hey, Tia? I dunno why the door’s locked, but I’m heading home. See you there.”
Another conquest? Charcoal thought.
“Celestia?”
“Yes, Charcoal?”
“I’d like to show Luna the same pleasure I did you.”
“I’m sure she’d love it,” The Principal said brightly. “I’ll drive you to our home.” Charcoal smiled as her walked out with Celestia.
And what will I do with her…
