>Cock.
>Your entire world is focused entirely on the one dick you hold in the palm of your hand.
>Not even knowing the name of the man it belongs to, you don't care and simply stroke the hardening shaft.
>His features are all a vague blur to you save for the details of the package that you are fondling.
>It is a modest member, a bit longer than your hand is wide, more than enough to have fun with.
>Every one of your gentle touches upon his sensitive skin gets a twitch out of the light skinned rod.
>You can likewise see his equally modest balls react with his subtle pelvic thrusts up toward your pleasing palm.
>Not wanting to leave them out your free hand slides down his body to join the first, its job to tenderly massage his round jewels between your fingers.
>He really loved that, precum starts to make its way dribbling out of his tip, giving your fingers a generous sticky coating as they dance along.
>Not minding the sticky precum they pick up you eagerly lift them to your lips, prepared to lick them and get a good taste of your unknown lover.
>Anticipating the slightly salty taste your tongue twitches involuntarily.
>But the bliss of the dream world is not to last for your sexual catharsis today.
>Light.
>Harsh bright light rips through your otherwise serine, if amorous, sleep and roughly yanks you back toward the waking world.
>Reflexively your hands reach up toward your eyes to provide at least some protection them from the assaulting rays of sunlight.
>Groans of frustration erupt from your throat as memories of your interrupted dream rush back to you.
>Feeling a heat rushing towards your cheeks you try and push the memories away.
>You don't exactly get sex dreams that often, and that one was a bit of a doozy.
>Thinking on it you might have just gone to bed a bit more wound-up than you should have.


>If the heat of your throbbing aroused pussy is anything to go by, you probably should have set some personal time aside to fix yourself last night.
>Judging by the morning sun's intensity, the chance to catch up on that ship before starting your day has sailed though.
>Accepting you'll just have to let your heat simmer out on its own you turn your head away from the sun attacking you through the window and manage to force an eye to crack open and get a bead on your phone's location.
>Right next to you on the nightstand.
>With a tap the black screen comes to life and greets you with a plain password screen.


>Who are you?
>What is your password?
>[Extra] What do you need to do today?


>Vice principal Luna
>M00nb34m
>deal with kids, sort papers, do anything that Celestia can't do


>You are Luna, midnight haired Vice Principal of the local high school, Canterlot High.
>A position you like to think you share with your sister Celestia, though officially she is the Principal.
>You often find yourself questioning this chosen profession given the ungodly hours are you usually expected to wake up at, a morning person you absolutely are not.
>But, as awful as that part is, ultimately you do find the career path rewarding enough to drag yourself out of bed for.
>Mostly.
>Lazily you attempt to enter M00nb34m with one finger, compelled by an unholy mix of morning grogginess and sexual frustration to exert minimal effort.
>Unfortunately, your indolence is rewarded only with your phone yelling at you about the password being wrong.
>This is what you get for using such a complicated lock phrase.
>But its hardly your fault, that paranoia is well founded on a history of Tia having absolutely no concept of privacy.
>Without that password, whenever the idea struck her fancy she would just wander in here and browse through your phone like it was nothing.
>Often times she'll even do that kind of thing when you had your door closed, like it's perfectly normal.
>Laying here impotently glaring at the device while reminiscing about your sibling's annoyances gets you nowhere though.
>Exerting an amount of effort that your thirty year old body fights against, you force yourself to sit up and properly unlock the phone.
>As you do though, your eyes chance a glance at the time and your entire body freezes as a dark realization dawns on you.
>Today is a school day.
>It was the sun the woke you up.
>The time is ten o'six
>Before your panic fully sets in you notice a message from Tia that she sent earlier this morning and give it a quick read, knowing this is her doing.
>[thought you needed the extra sleep after yesterday's excitement {wand emoji} ;P don't worry ill be covering for you.]


>How do you react?


>With mild annoyance but thankful for the time off. Still better to reply asking for some warning next time.
>maybe relieve a little tension from that wet dream you had


>Bristling at that you scrunch your nose up at the screen, to little practical effect.
>Through all the various magical disasters that Shimmer girl has brought upon your school you've never had had to sleep in.
>Though, the fact that you did actually end up sleeping till ten does put a few holes in that idea.
>Maybe you do need that extra time off, it has been a pretty stressful school year so far.
>Your stubbornness to make it to work every day might have finally caught up with you.
>Still, she should have asked you about it.
>Deciding to tell her as much, your thumbs work typing out the message.
>[You should have asked me before just doing that sister, I haven't missed a day yet.]
>Celestia replies faster than you had expected, probably owing to the sloppy habits she's picked up being the social butterfly ray of sunshine that she is.
>She has to message at least ten different people a day.
>As for you, Celestia is usually the only person that you ever need to message.
>You do your best to ignore the crashing wave of depression that particular thought brings about.
>[youd just say no besides i heard you talking in your sleep didnt want to interrupt your sweet dreams {angel halo emoji}]
>Balking at that, you nearly drop your phone as heat finds its way back to your cheeks.
>You don't remember talking in that little wet dream of yours, what exactly did you say?
>Embarrassment consumes you as your mind runs through all the numerous horrible possibilities of what Celestia now has ammo to tease you with.
>The countless filthy things your unconscious mind could have said while thinking it was in the throws of passion.


>At some point, thanks to the neglected need between your legs, it becomes less about being worried what you said and more about how hot it would to shout various things to a would be male partner.
>To the point that your hand almost feels a magnetic attraction toward the throbbing source of your frustration.
>Tia did make you take the day off, you don't really have a reason not to just indulge yourself a little.
>You let out a soft gasp, your hand was fast in making its way down to the fork of your thighs after you resolved to finally tend to it.
>Even with touching through the fabric of of your dark blue panties your sensitive lower lips send plenty of pleasurable signals up through your body.
>The light touches were more than enough to burst whatever remained of your dam of hesitation.
>Shoving the interfering garment to the side you get to working your fingers all across your pussy.
>The sensations were so strong, much stronger than they usually are, just teasing your vulva is enough to send your body sailing back onto the bed, jerking and writhing in pleasure.
>Unable, and unwilling to stop yourself, you explore this new sensitivity with gusto.
>Every light pinch that you give yourself.
>Every time you run two fingers along the breath of your lower lips.
>Each light slap, and any other action you can think of to apply to the petals of your flower sends ecstasy crashing through your body.
>Only having just started you're already lost to an exquisite world of pure sexual bliss totally unaware of every vocalization involuntarily escaping from your throat.
>It is as if you are discovering yourself for the first time all over again, only better.
>Too far gone to even consider wondering what has made your sex this sensitive.
>Eventually you do become accustomed to these heights and need to go further, you need release.
>You need to cum.
>Reluctantly you move your hand from its duty to something slightly higher, your little love bud.


>The momentary pause in the seemingly endless deluge gives you back some dull awareness of the world beyond just your slit.
>Your legs have been left to limply dangle off the edge of the bed, cramping slightly from the prolonged odd position.
>The fingers that you've been jilling with are absolutely soaked with your slick juices, which is all the better for when they reach your clit.
>And reach it they did.
>Instantly your world explodes sending you right back into that now familiar all-consuming sexual euphoria.
>But unlike before there was no techniques, nothing to new to explore and see how good it felt.
>It was raw and animalistic, you only wanted one thing right now.
>To cum.
>Trapped between your fingers your clit found itself under assault from your hand violently strumming the pleasurable nub at a rough but steady pace.
>Your own lubrication doing more than enough to prevent hurting yourself.
>You can finally feel it building, that tantalizing crescendo is finally over the horizon.
>But you need more to get there, the approach is too agonizingly slow.
>Entirely abandoning your steady progression you push your hand to rapidly grind two fingers against the button.
>Your scream was loud enough to actually register to you deep in this haze but it goes quickly ignored.
>The new speed was absolute perfection.
>Your legs lock themselves outwards as your entire body shakes with your hand's vigorous movements.
>Your free hand grips the randomly tossed sheets tightly.
>And the entirety of your sister's house now rings out with a cacophony of your desperate moans.
>That promised horizon is finally approaching.
>This will be the best orgasm of your life.
>Climbing higher and higher towards that peak your fingers work frantically, but there's something still missing.
>You find yourself right against that edge but unable to cross.
>No matter how fast your fingers flew it wasn't enough.


>Entirely on instinct the hand that once busied itself with grasping randomly at the covers and sheets quickly worms its way down your body towards the bubbling pot of raw ecstasy housed between your legs.
>With zero ceremony or any level of tenderness two fingers find themselves shoved knuckle deep within your honeypot.
>That was it, that was what you need.
>Those white hot pillars of pleasure fling you over the precipice and force you to finally cum.
>It is the most powerful orgasm of your life, every part of your body feels involved.
>Your back arches into the mattress to trust your hips skyward towards your hand desperate to get more of your fingers inside as you ride out the crushing waves.
>This left your baggy old bauhaus shirt free to fall upward exposing your modest breasts to the warmth beaming through the window.
>The spasmodic clenching of the muscles deep within your tunnel tightly gripping the fingers that you carelessly shoved in.
>You are stuck in this existence for what feels like a blessed eternity.
>The incredible release seems almost endless, after every shake and clench you expect to finally begin to come down but it just continues on.
>A part of you almost wishes it never actually does end, but all this uncontroled screaming and yelling has your throat start revolting against the abuse.
>The unmistakable ache of voice strain starts to pierce through the haze and make itself known.
>Thankfully, and disappointingly, this frenzy of a climax begins to gradually fade.
>Without the force of that electrifying peak holding your body up it was quick to flop limply back down to the bed.
>Your arms following suit in just limply resting your hands on your very well tended to little pussy.
>The only reason your fingers weren't still stuffed inside is due to your own lubrication causing them to just slip out of you.
>Not many thoughts ran through your head as you lay there basking in that divine afterglow gasping for air as if you ran a marathon.


>But you did manage to register all the years of stress and tension that has been building up within you since starting at CHS had vanished.
>Despite your tired sweaty body, at your very core you felt deeply refreshed.
>Simply basking in that unfamiliar feeling you lie there, a contented smile plastering your face.
>The moment was not to last however.
>Frantic pounding at the house's door interrupt your personal little afterglow party.
>A concerned young man's yelling manages to echo through your house to reach you.
>"Are you alright in there?! I heard screaming and yelling!"
>Panic and embarrassment consume you, managing to totally wipe away all your previous contentment.
>Oh god, you were so loud that the neighbors heard you and actually think you're in trouble.
>Your hands shoot toward your face reflexively to cover it, which only manages coat it in your juices.
>If you don't answer he might call emergency services, which would be even more mortifying.
>What do you do?

>A. Too afraid of the scene if he does calls you answer the door right now as you are.
>B. Hastily try to wash up at least somewhat and slip on some pants and hope he doesn't call in the meantime.
>C. Try to yell out to him instead of answering the door, but with your voice strained already he might not hear you.
>D. Do nothing and hope he just shrugs and leaves.

>If you do talk to him what excuse do you have?
>1. Blurt out the truth.
>2. Lie (What's the lie?)