It was a relaxing Friday night for Vice Principal Luna; or rather, it would be soon enough. The school week had ended and she had a special weekend planned that was sure to ease away her troubles, or at the very least, push them aside so she could forget about them for a bit. The woman padded in her socks across the comfortable shag carpeting of her home, clutching a mug filled with a spiced coffee that carried with it a pleasant aroma. It was still fairly early in the evening but she had broken into her cycle of relaxation early; slipping into a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a baggy purple T-shirt that hung across her even darker purple skin. Even her hair, typically so elegant as it waved down past her shoulders, had been tamed into a loose fitting ponytail that sat at the back of her head, keeping everything in place for the evening.

She drew a long breath of her scented coffee before enjoying a small sip, and resting within the confines of her comfortable, expensive couch. Luna was a sensible woman; rational and far more mature than her sister in so many ways. Where Celestia had a tendency to enjoy her money as soon as she got it Luna was typically smart enough to save up, and it was that good sense that afforded her a small home not too far away from the school, a comfortable couch that simply embraced her in its presence, and all of the sweet, spiced coffee she wanted. Celestia could learn a few things from her younger yet more mature sister, and tried as she might to push away those thoughts, it was that simple truth that clung to Luna’s mind that evening.

“...Celestia…” She murmured, shaking her head before enjoying another slow sip of coffee. It had been two weeks since she had come across Celestia’s claiming of Rarity in the drama department’s costume room, and since that time nothing had changed. The Vice Principal had remained quiet while the woman in charge continued on her path, now enjoying the almost continuous comfort of any one of three different girls. It wasn’t subtle, and Celestia was being painfully obvious with what she was doing. In the morning Fluttershy would be there in the office; moving past Vice Principal Luna’s room so she could close the door behind her leading into Celestia’s. When she came out twenty minutes later and almost always after the first bell she’d look a little more tired but a lot more satisfied, cradling her now visibly pregnant belly and practically glowing with delight. Every time the sweet and innocent Fluttershy swept past Luna’s door the Vice Principal had wanted to call out to her, hoping to put an end to the madness. But ultimately? Fluttershy was just one of Celestia’s increasingly numerous thralls.

Lunchtime was when Sunset Shimmer would visit, and a keen and trained eye could notice the red and yellow haired girl was sporting a tiny bump of her own. A clear sign that Celestia’s odd desire to breed the young women was certainly coming to fruition. Again the door would close, and again it would open just in time for the girl to be only slightly late for her next class. One time Luna watched Sunset Shimmer pass her door while drinking from her lunch thermos; swallowing down from it in thick, heavy gulps that made it abundantly clear it wasn’t mere milk. The ribbons of white that stuck to her lips after the steady chugging were just another obvious sign of what was going on, and Luna had considered storming in Celestia’s room right after.

What could she say? That it wasn’t appropriate to fill a student’s thermos with cum? She knew her sister well, and she knew that such an argument wouldn’t even begin to land against Celestia’s stubborn, hedonistic nature.

After school was Rarity’s time, and though the young woman wasn’t showing any signs of being pregnant yet, she was almost constantly bustling about with new dress designs in larger sizes. It was once more done with the sort of subtlety that would only fool the people not actively looking for it, but Luna imagined that number would get increasingly smaller the more teenaged students wound up pregnant. Celestia was going to get caught; Luna knew as much. With three girls with children on the way she had hoped it would be enough for Celestia to keep her desires in check, enough for them to ride out the tempest in the hopes of skirting just underneath any sort of trouble.

“You know, that Applejack girl has been wearing shorter shorts lately.” Those sort of comments from Celestia, even under the guise of a concerned educator, only gave Luna less expectations for the future. “Maybe I should call her into my office to have a word with her.”

Luna had heard it that Friday morning, and had once again said nothing. She simply arched an eye at her sister, remained silent, and allowed her to make the call. She wasn’t sure what happened to Applejack when she was called in for a late detention after school with the principal, but she could imagine the result. And as much as it pained Luna to say it, she couldn’t bring herself to intervene. Not that day, at least.

That day, or rather that evening...was for Luna. She always liked nights better, anyway.

The woman sipped again at her coffee, and when she heard a scratching noise from the side of her house a small smile spread across her lips. With a patient smile she continued resting against the comfortable couch, watching as the window in her nearby living room started to raise up inch by inch. When it was a few feet open a figure from the darkness outside started to creep in; moving with all the grace of a ninja and dressed almost to match. A dark black hoodie covered the intruder’s upper half and her face, and a pair of gray track shorts clung across a remarkably tight rear. The rest of the shorts; however, only served to expose a pair of long and athletic blue legs leading into a pair of sneakers sporting lightning bolts across the side. The hooded figure, holding a backpack across her shoulder, reached out the window long enough to pull in a guitar from outside before moving to shut the window once more.

Luna just sipped her coffee, and her eyes tracked the hoodie-clad figure as she set her guitar and her backpack on the ground near the closed window. When her voice slipped out Luna sounded kind and patient, a tone that she was eager to use after a long week of speaking harshly to her students.

“You brought your guitar.” She observed, a thin smile creeping across her features. “I like it when you play for me.” There was a small pause, and she made an amendment to that thought. “Softly. I could do without you jumping from my dresser to my bed again. At seven in the morning.”

“That was to show you how much I care!” The intruder finally spoke, her voice sounding tomboyish and a little rough, yet still unfailingly eager. As she pulled back her hood she revealed an untamed mess of rainbow colored hair, and Rainbow Dash beamed wide to Luna as she started to approach. “If you really love someone, you rock out for them super hard all the time!”

“Hrm. Is that what you do?” Luna’s smile was sweet and patient, and her tone was certainly teasing. As she watched Rainbow Dash approach on the couch Luna prepared herself appropriately; moving the coffee quickly over to the nightstand before the young woman’s sudden, inevitable jump. Right on cue Dash braced a hand against the back of the couch and smoothly leapt over to the front, her thin and toned body landing against the older woman’s larger frame. It was an impact that made the couch squeak from their combined weight, but it didn’t hurt Luna even as Rainbow Dash fell against her, practically belly to belly. Far from it. When she landed Luna’s arms moved out to wrap around the young woman’s body, pulling the girl closer so Dash’s hoodie could meet her sweater, and they could feel each other’s warmth. Luna pulled Dash in until their mouths were close, and she offered another sweet, teasing whisper. “...and you really love me, hmm?”

The blush on Rainbow Dash’s cheeks was...adorable, to say the least. From her brightly colored rainbow hair to her beautifully smooth blue flesh, the tomboy was simply a chaotic mess of delightful images. Under the scrutiny about her feelings Dash stammered and blushed and even tripped over her words, trying to figure out the right thing to say before the older woman that now held her so close. Finally Luna spoke up, saving her from the awkward moment as she moved a hand up, stroking her fingers across her lover’s back through her hoodie.

“It’s all right.” The older woman cooed softly, almost motherly. “I...suppose I love you as well.”

“Ohmigosh, you’re so...mmm!” Rainbow Dash’s smile was infectious in that moment, though Luna didn’t get to enjoy it for long. At least, not visually. No sooner did the words leave Luna’s mouth did Dash throw herself forward, her arms locking around Luna’s shoulders and their lips pressing in long and deep against each other. The first kiss of the evening, and one that always reminded Luna of the certain sort of madness she herself had fallen into.

Perhaps it was...hypocritical of her to show such disdain to Celestia. Her sister’s intimate relationships with her students weren’t too terribly different from her own, though the execution of those relationships were handled with varying degrees of subtlety and restraint. Luna held in her arms in that very moment the only student she had ever kissed, fondled, and embraced. Celestia; on the other hand, didn’t seem like she’d be content until she fucked and bred every last teenaged girl at the school. And even though Luna knew the word “love” might’ve been a bit of an exaggeration for the teenager’s benefit, the affection she still felt for Rainbow Dash was deep. Significant. And more than anything else, fulfilling.

The two continued to kiss, their lips pressing in a slow meeting of blue and purple as Rainbow Dash’s slender body got comfortable on top of Luna’s. As it went on Luna was reminded once more of all the reasons she enjoyed her own illicit relationship with a student; all of the things that she gained from Rainbow Dash that she couldn’t attain anywhere else.

In many ways, Dash was everything Luna wasn’t. She was arrogant and bold, quick to act and genuinely impulsive. She was loud and bombastic and wouldn’t ever sit still if there was excitement to be had, and whereas Luna had always been mature for her age Rainbow Dash kept a childlike enthusiasm that seemed to simply endure. It would be cliche to say that Rainbow Dash kept her young, but by the same token when they were together, it was certainly the very fastest, thrilling instances of time standing still. Each kiss, each shared moment between them, for Luna, was a magic she savored.

When their lips parted the older woman moved her fingers through Rainbow’s hair, tousling the rainbow locks with a confident smile pressed against her lips. Though she was dressed in sweatpants and socks and a lazy ponytail the older woman didn't’ blush or apologize for her attire for even a second; knowing full well that Rainbow was just the type of woman that loved such lazy hangabout clothes, and that when nighttime came there wouldn’t be any left at all. As Luna stroked her digits from red to orange to yellow through Rainbow’s hair, she finally offered a sweet whisper with a smile tugging at her lips.

“So I have you for the whole weekend?” She asked, a hopeful tint to her voice. The backpack and guitar that Rainbow Dash had brought suggested that she did indeed, but after the week Luna had endured she didn’t want to get her hopes up. When Rainbow Dash smiled and eagerly nodded the older woman’s heart skipped a beat, and she bit down on her bottom lip to hold back her excitement as best she was able.

“The parents think I’m camping, and the friends think I’m grounded!” Rainbow Dash grinned, and popped forward just long enough to kiss her older lover’s nose. A moment later she was on her feet once more, kicking off her sneakers to reveal her baggy socks underneath; one with a noticeable hole in the heel. She stripped away her hoodie to reveal a casual muscle shirt hanging from her slender and flat-chested frame, and made herself at home by swinging the hoodie into the corner of Luna’s apartment. Finally she made her way over to her bookbag, and spoke up as she bent down from the waist, rummaging through it as she made sure to showcase her tight rear as it was gripped by her track shorts. “Now, are you ready for the most explosiony, awesomest, car chasingy thrill-a-minute movie ever?!”

Luna just laughed and nodded, smiling as Rainbow Dash pulled out a DVD. She couldn’t care about the movie. She only cared about the girl.

That sentiment carried with her as the movie began, and the two women curled up on the couch for what was rapidly becoming their Friday night routine. A bowl of popcorn and a warm blanket were the only other companions as the lights in the room were drawn, and the two waited in each other’s embrace for the first of what was to be many, many explosions that night. Luna made just enough room on the couch to comfortable accommodate her girlfriend; threading an arm around the younger woman’s waist as she clutched her against her under the blanket. Dash, as electric and energetic as she was, couldn’t stop happily squirming as she gazed at the TV and back to her girlfriend, and then down to a big bowl of popcorn. As she got comfortable their sock-clad feet teased back and forth across each other and their legs intermingled; Luna’s sweat pants rubbing up and down against Dash’s mostly bare legs beyond her track shorts. There were giggles, laughs, and even a few affectionate kisses on necks of blue and purple. And by the time the movie began, the two lovers had smoothly settled into a content place.

Mostly.

“Ohhh man, that’s so awesome!” Rainbow Dash was calling out no more than fifteen minutes into the movie, laughing and bouncing in her girlfriend’s embrace. “Did you see that?! That helicopter just...phoooooosh, right through that train! Haha, Scootaloo wasn’t kidding! That kid knows her movies!” She continued to watch with rapt attention, smiling wide as she swallowed fistfuls of popcorn and stared, enchanted, at the TV.

Luna stared too, though to source of her infatuation was none other than the blue-skinned girl resting in her arms. Every smile that drew on Dash’s features and every excited gasp from her lips was a new treasure for Luna to enjoy, and the older woman could feel constant butterflies bouncing about her stomach as they remained so wonderfully close. Dash was...immature, and reckless, and so wildly tomboyish. She was never the sort that Luna would’ve thought she would have found attractive, but as they rested there she couldn’t possibly imagine a better moment. Even when Dash leaned in to steal a kiss off of Luna during a boring part of the movie, she left tiny marks on the other woman’s dark purple skin from her popcorn butter-traced fingers, but they were marks Luna couldn’t help but enjoy. As she smudged them from her cheeks with a tissue she only continued to gaze at her lover; a girl half her age, but every bit an equal partner in their romance.

Next Friday, it’d be Rainbow staring at Luna in much the same fashion, while Luna remained captivated by a long dramatic movie, or yet another documentary about the moon. She liked the moon a lot.

By the time the credits were rolling even Dash had settled down, the popcorn bowl half-full and laying on the coffee table nearby and the young woman lying wide across her older lover’s lap. Dash had tucked her head in against Luna’s belly as she watched the rest of the credits rolling, and by the time the music died down neither one of the girls was ready to break the silence just yet. They had remained in close contact throughout the entire movie, Dash never once leaving Luna’s lap, and when the movie finally ended the silence and the darkness that filled the room was soothing, and romantic. The vice principal’s fingers were drifting gently through rainbow colored locks, counting the colors before moving her touch down to brush over Rainbow’s neck, and finally across her shoulder exposed by the muscle shirt. The smile on Dash’s features; pulling lightly at her lips in an almost shy fashion, was enough to charm Luna into tightening her embrace, and holding her young lover closer.

For a time the two just laid there, enjoying each other’s presence and warmth and finding a rare moment of peace between them. Rainbow Dash was a bombastic young woman that was almost always moving and yelling and cheering, but with the movie having met all of her adrenaline-based needs she now delighted in the simple pleasure of laying in an older woman’s lap. When Luna’s fingers drifted over her cheek she even moved a hand up to catch them, bringing them down to her lips and offering them a fond, sweet kiss. The action drew a dark blush to Luna’s already dark flesh, and she bit down on her bottom lip in quiet hesitation at the experience.

She was sleeping with a student, and had been for months now. It was wrong; she knew as much...and it wasn’t even any less wrong than what her sister Celestia was doing. But by the same token, she couldn’t help but question if her sister really cared about her girls as much as Luna cared for Dash. She hoped, for their sake, that she did. For Sunset Shimmer and Fluttershy and Rarity and after that afternoon, for Applejack...for four young women that were either already pregnant or soon to be pregnant, all to a woman that hadn’t yet shown any trace of responsibility.

Luna’s throat tightened, and she took a deep breath as she tried to push her compassions aside for the moment. That night wasn’t about Celestia, or about the young women she was so eagerly breeding. It was about her own lover; her beautiful and surprisingly delicate Rainbow Dash.

“...let’s go to bed.” Luna finally broke the silence between them with a soft whisper. It was only nine o’clock; far too early for bed, but they both knew sleep wouldn’t be joining them for a long time. Dash’s eyes half-opened as she heard the older woman’s voice, and she just gave a simple nod and an excited, yet hushed voice.

“...so awesome.” She purred, and started to rise from Luna’s lap.

Just moments later the bedroom door was closed and the blinds were shut, and Rainbow Dash straddled Luna’s lap as the two kissed again. The older woman was laying flat on the bed and her hands were resting on Rainbow’s bare knees; caressing up and down the smooth, young skin up to the point where it disappeared into her shorts. Rainbow Dash was settled in keenly on Luna’s lap as they kissed and her touch was far from subtle; moving over and across the other woman’s breasts and feeling their weight through the fabric of her sweater. Dash herself was flat in her wonderfully thin and athletic frame; of all her friends she had the smallest chest, and as a result she had a certain infatuation for the more full orbs of her lover. While her tongue danced with Luna’s she took two fistfuls of the woman’s breasts, and giggled through the kiss as she offered each a long, slow squeeze through the sweater’s warm, comforting fabric. It was enough for Luna to buck her hips and gasp, pleasure rioting through her from her young lover’s exploration.

But Rainbow Dash was doing something more than merely grabbing her breasts. She was grinding. Slow, forceful rolls of the young woman’s hips were dragging back and forth on Luna’s lap, rubbing through her thin track shorts and squeezing her warmth down on the other woman’s body. It was slow and sensual but with a forceful purpose, and in between the steady grinding, the intimate kiss, and the almost childish fondling of her breasts, it was only natural that Luna’s body started to respond.

“I can feel it.” Dash whispered through the kiss, a joyful glee present in her tone. “...s’big, Luna...I can’t wait…”

Luna’s cheeks burned dark at Dash’s words, and to assure her lover she was feeling the strain herself, her hands slid up to grab two tight fistfuls of Rainbow Dash’s perfect little rear through her shorts. When their lips were merely a few traces apart the older woman nodded her head, feeling that same slow burn within her nearly ready to consume her. Something was building within Luna, straining against her sweatpants and drawing a very, very noticeable outline against the cloth. With each press of Rainbow Dash’s hips she could feel it; the two layers of fabric doing nothing to stop just how hot, intimate, and achingly pleasurable the contact was.

“You ready for it?” Luna asked, arching a brow. She was...big, to say the least, down below. She didn’t know it for sure but she suspected she was bigger than her sister, who already sported quite an impressive member. In the past, it had even been too much for some women, in part even fueling for Luna what had been a lonely decade in her twenties. Rainbow Dash, despite her thin frame in her teenaged state, seemed to relish just how much it stretched her. How tight and snug it fit, and how so very deep it could go. She was a danger seeking thrill addict, after all, and that was never more clear than when the two were in bed together.

“I wanna do something else, first!” Dash giggled a bit, and after one last grind onto Luna’s lap she started to peel away. The rainbow-haired beauty turned around on the bed, and before long she was moving up to straddle her lover’s face, bringing those track shorts into line across Luna’s head. As she slid herself into a position that could bring them both the most delight Dash offered her voice once more, her hands moving out towards Luna’s secret hiding within her sweats. “I overheard Sunset Shimmer and Rarity talking about how much they liked sucking this one person off. I don’t know who it was, but I bet anything they don’t get one as big as I do!” She preened with glee and pride at that. For a girl that always had to make things a competition, being claimed and servicing the biggest length at the school was a pretty high mantle to hold.

And Dash was absolutely, one hundred percent sure that her girlfriend had the biggest.

The sound of intimate delight overtook the room as both Luna and Rainbow Dash proceeded with what laid before them. Luna’s hands fondly and tightly squeezed Rainbow’s ass one last time before pulling her track shorts away, already knowing from the tiny wet mark on the front of them that her lover hadn’t worn any underthings. With the shorts pulled aside she could see that beautiful blue slit that she had grown so fond of, completely with a well-trimmed tuft of hair at the top that Dash, in her infinite enthusiasm, had shaved into a lightning bolt image. Luna couldn’t help but grin at that, and let her nose drift through the fuzz for a moment, making sure her young lover knew that she noticed the detail. Not only was it sculpted in that dynamic shape but the patch of hair followed the same color scheme as the hair on Dash’s head; blending from one color to the next in an even more wild display. There were people at school that might have said Luna was a stick in the mud; that she wasn’t quite as exciting as her sister. None of those people knew just how much she appreciated a young, stylish pussy.

Meanwhile, Dash had been tasked with unleashing the monster in the room, the shaft that until that point had been throbbing through Luna’s sweat pants and drawing a line in the fabric nearly to her knee. When the young woman fished it out the mighty weight of it throbbed in her hand, and Dash’s eyes went wide as she held it, needing both hands to keep its weight up. The thick tip of it was already leaking a spot of nectar and Dash trembled as she saw it; always a little surprised at just how enchanting that enormous, dark length looked upon first sight. It was too big for her to suck; or at least, to wrap her lips around it and throat it conventionally. Instead Dash pressed her head forward and slowly started to lick, pulling her tongue across that enormous wide girth in slow and hungry waves. Sure, the other girls at school were all boasting about how big the people they went down on were, but they had never enjoyed something quite so capable of eclipsing a young woman’s face. No sooner did Dash start licking did she feel a tongue across her own folds as well, and before long the two women had entered their loop of gentle bliss that they had waited all week long to enjoy.

It was slow at first; as it almost always was when the two made love. Usually by the end their sessions were loud and screaming affairs as each one of them lost control, but to start they always kept things in check. Luna’s tongue passing over Rainbow Dash’s beautiful young slit and Dash doing her best to service Luna’s monster, stroking and licking and sweeping one hand forward so she could fondle the older woman’s impressively heavy sack. The sound of gentle slurping and contented murmurs overtook the quiet of Luna’s bedroom, and as a student and vice principal so eagerly enjoyed their forbidden relationship the heat between the two women just continued to grow. They relished in each other’s taste and delighted every time they heard a noise from each other; Dash often giggling and wiggling her hips from side to side to smear her slit across Luna’s face.

Only Dash’s track shorts had been discarded so far, so while the young woman worked she continued what she started with Luna’s sweat pants. She pushed them idly down past her lap and knees until it was impractical to reach any further, and from there Luna took it upon herself to kick the comfortable garment off with a few smooth motions. Before long both women laid there only in their tops and socks, and with her legs now free Luna could spread her knees out, giving her length room to sway back and forth as well as the chance for her sack to settle against the mattress. She groaned in delight as she felt Rainbow’s spit rolling down her shaft and eventually over the sculpt of her undercarriage; the warmth of a young woman’s bliss sending shivers up her spine.

“G...Gosh...it’s...ohmigosh…” Dash’s cries were gentle and sweet as she bucked against Luna’s face, grinding that lightning bolt tuft of pubic hair across her older lover’s chin. The young woman just wouldn’t stop squirming back and forth as she enjoyed herself, giggling and shivering as she squeezed her hands around Luna’s shaft, pressing her warm, soft cheek to the side of it. Half of the fun of the position for Luna came from experiencing Dash’s reactions; the younger woman was a very expressive and vocal lover once she got going, and her enthusiasm was one of the things Luna found so utterly enchanting about her. “Ohmigosh ohmigosh ohmigosh...right there! That’s it! That’s the spot, Luna, you’re making me feel so...ah...ah…!”

Dash tensed up as her voice turned into a wordless squeak, and Luna simply smiled around the folds she had secured against her tongue. Her hands were already resting on Rainbow’s perfectly pert rear, and when she heard her lover start to hit her peak she gave her one last, hard squeeze on both sides to help drive her over the edge. The familiar tension in Rainbow’s thighs overtook her, followed by that cry of delight Luna had heard so many times, and then finally the nectar of a young woman cumming. Rainbow was deliciously wet as she found her peak, and Luna was greedy about claiming every last taste of flavor from her young lover’s folds. Part of the excitement for Luna, in addition to how much she enjoyed pleasing her girlfriend, came from Rainbow’s reaction so close to her length. The young woman squeezed her cock tighter and tighter as she neared her peak, rubbing her cheek up and down across it with her mouth desperately open and drooling as the moment drew near.

And to feel Dash’s orgasmic scream, pressed flat against her shaft? Pure bliss for the vice principal.

Dash’s thighs were still twitching as she started to roll off of Luna, leaving the vice principal’s member standing straight out and remarkably large and hard. They both knew what was to come next; Luna still had yet to peak and they hadn’t truly joined as a couple yet that evening. Luna almost instantly rolled to the side away from Dash, moving a hand out to the nearby nightstand and opening the top drawer.

“L...Luna, baby…” Rainbow whispered, a hand moving out and resting it on Luna’s rear. She tried tugging the woman back, hoping to get her to lay flat before she acquired what she was looking for. “Luna...just this...just this once…?”

“No, Dash.” Luna’s voice was solid and firm, the only time during their lovemaking that she exerted her authority. “You know my rule. We always use one.”

Dash pouted as she sat back, watching now as Luna rolled back into place. Despite her stern words she was smiling now, her fingers moving out to rip open the package of a condom boasting an extreme size accommodation. As she pushed the protection against the tip of her massive cock she gazed over at Rainbow Dash with a smile, looking up and down the young woman’s form and noting her slightly disappointed features. Dash always asked for it without protection, but it was one of the things that separated her from Celestia. And it was a line Luna wasn’t prepared to cross.

Thankfully, Dash’s little pout was easy enough to work free, for a woman that knew her well enough.

“...nothing I love more after tasting young pussy than getting to fuck it.”

Dirty talk to Rainbow Dash was akin to catnip, especially when spoken from her older lover. Her crestfallen expression almost immediately fell away as she heard Luna speak it, and she found herself tracing the image of Luna’s length slowly coming under the thin grip of a protective condom. Her throat tightened a bit, and she whispered in an almost timid voice as she pressed her lover for more information.

“Do...do you do this a lot?” She asked; knowing full well the answer. What she and Luna had was special, but there was a certain thrill in giving the vice principal more avenues for that wonderful filthy talk.

“Only to the best bitches at school.” Luna beamed, and with the condom finally on her member she reached out to strip her sweater away. Full breasts came exposed as she knelt there now, wearing only socks and loose ponytail as she started to drift over. The older woman’s hands moved to take Dash’s shirt in turn and as she stripped it away her voice continued, ringing with that playful talk she knew her young lover enjoyed so much. “I only fuck top athletes and the best musicians. Sometimes I fuck them at the same time.”

Dirty talk and praise of her accomplishments. Luna knew well how to make Rainbow Dash melt.

The tomboy was suddenly tossed back to the bed by the vice principal’s stern grip, gasping as she bounced on the mattress and almost immediately spread her legs. That thick, condom-wrapped member slapped down against her blue belly as if to showcase just how deep she’d be going, and Dash trembled at the revelation. It always made her marvel in submissive delight at realizing how far Luna’s cock would go inside of her, and though she had been scared the first few times now she only thrilled at the knowledge. Her arms moved out, and she reached for Luna’s dark shoulders, her knees raising to lock against the vice principal’s hips.

“I’m a top athlete! And the best musician at the school!” Dash beamed, eagerly. “Will you fuck me?!”

Luna’s answer came in the form of her massive tip spreading a pair of eager blue lips.

The squeaking of the bed underneath the pair of two lovers was just one of many sounds filling the room that Friday evening. The noise of flesh slapping to flash echoed just underneath it, but above all the sounds came Rainbow Dash’s voice, raising in whines and gasps and screams, and utterly vocal about how much she enjoyed that moment.

“Yes, fuck me harder, Vice Principal Luna, harder!” She rarely called Luna by her official title anymore, though there was a thrill to doing it in the middle of sex. “Spread my pussy! You’re sooooo fucking big!”

As Rainbow Dash’s teacher Luna really should’ve corrected her language, but as she continued to thrust with her massive length gripped so tightly by bright blue folds, Luna could do nothing of the sort. On the contrary, she added to the madness with a large grin pressed against her features, joining into the fray with her own voice carrying out through the room.

“You like that, my teenage slut?!” She beamed, her hips slapping harder and harder forward. Even with the condom stretched across her length it still felt wonderful being inside of Dash; the girl was wonderfully tight and extremely warm, the perfect hiding place for Vice Principal Luna’s length. As the older woman continued to drive in against her she could soon feel Dash’s ankles lock around the small of her back, clinging close so they weren’t pulled apart before the deed was done. “So tight, your pussy’s so tight!”

When the two had first started making love, Luna felt a little silly with the dirty talk. Over time she had learned to love it; however, mostly because Dash did. It was fun to throw herself down to that level, to be with her romantic attachment and roll around in the same filthy mess that her princess so often delved in. For Celestia vigorous unprotected sex and dirty talking with a student was a way of life; for Luna it was a fun distraction that added a certain flair to her relationship. The beautiful, dark-skinned older woman’s ponytail bounced back and forth as she continued to press her hips back and forth, that long, thick member coated in Dash’s bliss and desperate to drive more from her. Before long the words before them ended as Luna squeezed herself down far enough for a kiss, and with her own ample bust squeezed against Dash’s flat chest the two drew even closer still.

Their moans and screams were echoed through their kiss, dancing around their wiggling tongues as Dash latched even tighter onto Luna. Her feet were locked against the other woman’s back and her fingernails drew lines across Luna’s back, scratching her in lewd delight and leaving the older woman gasping into the kiss. The steady and forceful slapping of the older woman’s body to Dash’s still continued, but now the thrusts were shorter and faster, each one starting while she was still at least half-masted within her teenage lover.

Dash was whimpering higher and higher throughout the steady fucking, until finally another orgasm overcame her. When it drew near Luna quickly identified it but utterly refused her student to break away; forcing her chest down on Dash’s and continuing the kiss and the thrusting all through it. No matter how hard Dash tensed or how much she cried out into the kiss Luna simply held the pace, fucking her through her orgasm and drawing out the shuddering pleasure that ran through them both. Dash’s entrance squeezed and milked desperately on Luna’s length and yet the older woman endured; through the initial push of their passion and at least two of Rainbow Dash’s own intense orgasms. But as the time went on and the bed continued to ache under their weight, even Luna’s impressive cock was soon to meet its match.

“Soon, baby…” Luna whispered into that mop of rainbow hair, sweat lining her brow as she kept Dash close. The teenaged girl clung tight to Luna with her arms and legs as the moment drew near, whimpering and nodding as she spoke, her voice muffled underneath Luna’s chin.

“F...Fuck me, Vice Principal, harder...harder...cum for me...cum...cum…” She wanted it inside of her, but Luna already knew that much. Over time Dash had come to despise the sight of those condoms, knowing that they’d be robbing her of the cream she had so rightly earned. Her heart raced every time Luna was near and she fondly adored the older woman, her passions pure and her affection for her genuine.

She only wished that Vice Principal Luna wanted to cum inside Rainbow Dash.

When the moment finally came Luna anchored herself inside of Dash with one last thrust, her member tightening and throbbing as it began to release. The condom did its job; collecting the heavy load of cum as Luna started to erupt, but the older woman fully knew that it wasn’t always an adequate containment. Especially when gripped by Canterlot High’s best athlete, her cock reacted with a...copious amount of cream. With a shudder of delight while she still came Luna pulled her cock free of Dash, and the young woman could already see a hefty wad of cum hanging from the tip of her lover’s condom, a nice mouthful of cum that had been robbed from the pussy that earned it. As she still trembled Luna pulled the condom free, just in time for two last squirts that crossed over Dash’s blue stomach, her flat chest, and most intimately of all, the rainbow-colored lightning bolt patch of hair just above her hood.

Dash was quick to react, snatching the condom from Luna’s grip before the woman did something silly like throw it out. As Luna still recovered with her softening member draped on Dash’s cum-covered belly, the teenaged girl held the condom up high, and squeezed it out directly over her smiling, open mouth.

“F...Fuck...that’s...that’s fucking…” Luna wasn’t trying to dirty talk in that moment; it simply slipped out. Few things could garner such an intense reaction from the older woman, but seeing her beloved teenaged lover drink the wad of cum from the condom was enough to make her swear and shudder with the best of them. “...fucking...hot.”

Dash just giggled, cum lining her lips which she quickly licked away. After the young woman swallowed and carelessly tossed the condom aside she reached out for Luna once more, taking the older woman’s shoulders and pulling her in tight against her. Their sweat-licked, naked bodies came together in chaste fashion, and even though there was bound to be plenty more sex that weekend, for the moment they were pure as Dash kissed Luna’s brow and beamed in an enthusiastic voice.

“You’re the best, Luna!” She purred, rubbing her lips across Luna’s blushing cheek, kissing and smearing it with just a dab of the older woman’s cream. She nestled her head in, tucking it under Luna’s chin and drawing a deep and satisfied sigh. “You’re the most awesome lover in the whole school. It’s only right that you’re mine, you know.”

Luna had to chuckle at that, an arm draped around her lover’s shoulders. She held Rainbow Dash close to her, cradling the young women near and feeling the wonderful warmth of their shared affection. The tiny blue hand resting on her softening cock was a soothing sensation, just as the steady press of Dash’s breath as it danced down her own sweat-licked chest. But as the post-orgasmic bliss went on and the two women enjoyed the silence of each other’s presence, the memories of that past day continued to haunt Luna’s mind.

She wondered what had become of Applejack. She wondered what madness her sister had done now. She wondered, if Celestia would ever stop, or if she’d continue until she was finally caught. The conflict and the worry started to eat at Luna even as she laid there naked with Dash, and she desperately sought a distraction. Something to take her mind off it again, even if only for a while.

“...you promised to play for me, you know.” Luna whispered, turning her head towards Rainbow Dash. “I could go for a song right now.”

“Hey, yeah! That’s a great idea!” Dash beamed, sitting up and gazing at her older lover. She leaned in and stole one more kiss, spouting happily before trotting naked from the bed. “That’s why I love you! That and your eeeeeeenormous horsecock!”

The girl gave a wicked and crude laugh as she bounced from Luna’s room, and the vice principal watched her student as she disappeared from view to go fetch her guitar. It left her alone for a moment, with the wet spots on the bed and the scent of sex that was thick in the air. Dash’s words settled against her mind; and though she certainly enjoyed her appreciation of her size, she was much more focused on Dash’s confession of love once more.

The mental image of Dash sitting on the edge of the bed came to mind, naked and sweet and strumming on her guitar. It was an image that filled Luna with a tremendous joy; not just for its sweetness but for the fact that it would be truly happening in just a few moments. That thought of her rainbow-haired teenaged lover was enough to force away all the worry and all the concern. From her cocky smile to her silly dirty talk to how she couldn’t help but cheer for the heroes in action movies...there were no end to the things Dash did that made Luna’s heart race, and made all in the world seem right.

Perhaps when she told Rainbow Dash she loved her, it wasn’t that much of a childish exaggeration after all.