What she did:
>"I'm unstoppable." Anon arrogantly said.
>To Vice Principal Luna.
>Who secretly has the ability to see and interact with students' dreams.
>Able to learn and exploit anyone's darkest secrets and fetishes.
>The worst of them all, this overconfident student acts like he owns the school after Principal Celestia leaves.
>He and other guys get unbearable during "No Nut November".
>Never jacking off and letting the resulting emotional tension worsen their behavior.
>Lacking patience, Luna often telepathically induces wet dreams upon them overnight when they're home in bed, using their fetishes against them.
>Mellows their behavior right down.
>But nothing works with this student in particular.
>Luna fished out his fetishes months ago, but he's done something to himself that prevents unintentional erections and ejaculations.
>It has to be some kind of magic that can counter Luna's dream magic.
>He passed NNN weeks ago, but now doesn't want to stop.
>Drive and bravery through the roof in mid December, his high energy makes up for his small, thin stature.
>He causes drama everywhere he goes; and he can't even help it at this point.
>Luna tried many times but can't telepathically make him ejaculate in his sleep.
>She even knows he has a secret crush on her because of all the lewd and romantic dreams starring herself she planted into his head at night.
>But his supercharged brain and ego keep anything from actually being done about it.
>Now he somehow recently stole a spare set of keys to the school.
>Luna saw his plans for few nights over winter break.
>He plans to watch TV movies and playing video games in the electronics and lounge corner of the school library.
>Doesn't expect Vice Principal Luna to be at the school when he sneaks in.
>And so, she plans her attack.
>…
>Late at night, but technically early morning.
>Tomorrow Christmas Day, but Anon snuck into the school anyway.
>Couldn’t help himself, to jittery and rash in decision making.
>Luna stayed locked in her office with the lights off, having listening to his distant footsteps to to the library as she descended into her Nightmare Moon side.
>Her pupils excitedly contract into vertical slits, and her body heats up.
>He should be done playing video games by now, this is the usual time he falls asleep.
>Telepathy won’t cut it; she’ll have to use this convenient opportunity to drain him manually.
>She makes sure security cameras are still “not working for some reason” and heads down to the library.
>In Vice Principal Luna’s territory, the delinquent trespasser slumbers in “his” natural habitat.
>Too passed out on the couch to notice the blank TV screen turn off, he lies face up with a quiet snore.
>She silently approaches like a camouflaged predator, gradually salivating more.
>Waits until her face is about an inch from his, then carefully strikes with a strategically delivered kiss.
>He only tenses for a second before his whole body relaxes when Luna’s tongue spreads “venom” into his mouth.
>The previous silence has been broken by a brief gasp, then wet but quiet kissing noises, followed by the sound of Vice Principal Luna lying down on top of her current favorite student.
>He won’t wake up for a bit now.
>”Looks like I’ll have to confiscate that virginity you brag about.” Luna sighs under her breath as she pulls his hands under her top to her smooth skin.
>He’s still soft, it’ll take more to get him hard.
>Whatever spell he’s on, it’s powerful, but Luna has the advantage here.
>Under the burgundy shirt, his hands are guided along the front of Vice Principal Luna’s soft midriff around her bellybutton, then up the sides of her sleek, warm torso from her hips.
>Luna often gropes his crotch to see if she’s gotten him going yet.
>It’s still limp, so she gently nudges his fingers under her black bra cups and lets them slip up to her nipples underneath.
>Her nipples get erect from his still cold fingertips unknowingly playing with them, but his member doesn’t.
>Vice Principal Luna impatiently bearhugs him and prolongs the one-sided make-out session to keep him comfortably sedated.
>Her predatory eyes light up as she undoes the front of her pants for him to weakly grope her cameltoe through her black panties.
>”Obey your body’s nature.” Vice Principal Luna grunts through her hot breath beating his face while stretching her elastic panty straps up her hips, then lets them snap back to her skin with a soft slap.
>His hands reflexively grab her ass and thighs while underneath her loosely opened pants, then caress up the trunk of her body and play with Luna’s breasts after she unhooks her bra to make this easier.
>She allows him to instinctively undress her more and more, until her attire is reduced to only her “modified” top and her black panties.
>A nearby pair of scissors helped Luna cute her top apart to be a lot more revealing, as per her favorite student’s secret fetish.
>Vice Principal Luna holds him close, letting his sleepwalking hands appreciate her scantily clothed body he’s pinned by.
>She pulls his limp member out; plays with it in attempt to agitate it into an erection.
>Clinging to a previous spell, it stubbornly refuses to stiffen.
>In a riding position, Luna tugs the bridge of her panties aside, baring her soft, smooth vulva and and resting it directly onto the underside of the penis’s head.
>His greatest weak spot, addressed directly.
>Vice Principal Luna grinds along the shaft’s underside for a minute; her vulva bullies this student’s penis into standing up to her.
>The spell can’t hold up under the most direct physical indication of lovemaking.
>”Obey your nature.”
>She can feel it getting stiffer and stiffer between the lips of her vulva.
>No resisting sexual nature now, Vice Principal Luna’s softness stimulates her favorite student’s hardening dick.
>The sensation of the direct contact prompts an inevitable erection to press up against Luna’s nethers, and she continues grinding to intensify the process.
>And lets the feeling of her exposed body keep agitating his libido more intensely using that physical indication of lovemaking.
>Anon sharply inhales, muffled by another sedating kiss as Luna coerces his member into reacting to the part of her that’s pushing back at it.
>It stands all the way up, completely erect; Vice Principal Luna lets the knot of her modified top come undone and the front of the whole thing fall open while teasing the twitching underside of her student’s shaft.
>She’s working at his member’s more sensitive side, knowing what she’s doing is just asking for him to ejaculate if she doesn’t stop.
>Plans to bully his cock until it cries.
>”There we go.” Whispers Vice Principal Luna as she slowly but surely envelops it, fulfilling her virginity confiscation promise. “I’ll be taking that.”
>Nipples slipping into the open after a couple seconds of humping, Vice Principal Luna takes her favorite student’s hands and traps them upon her bouncing breasts.
>But she pulls herself off before a minute passes, formulating a more long term plan.
>She goes back to pressing herself onto the underside of the cock and pointing it almost all the way horizontal.
>It should have started with him concluding it was a wet dream, and that’s what Luna shall dedicate to.
>”Your punishment will be having to clean yourself up.” Coos Vice Principal Luna, now sexually grinding with intent of finality. “Let’s see that cute tummy.” She grabs the bottom of her favorite student’s shirt and pulls it up.
~
What you dreamt:
>You had broken into Canterlot High at night on Christmas Eve, but you don’t care. No one’s gonna stop you.
>After a relaxing night of video games, you fell asleep.
>And now you are dreaming.
>You have become an astronaut heading into space for a mission on the moon.
>Space looks really pretty out here, so many colorful stars and clouds of dust surrounding you.
>Your spaceship ventures to the far side of the moon, where you’ll be as far away from the human race as you possibly can.
>No one will ever find you here, and you can do whatever you want.
>This is the safest you’ve ever felt, and you get out of your spaceship ready to do whatever it is you intend to do here on the far side of the moon where no one can find you.
>Start walking around and stuff, doing nothing but having fun doing nothing.
>You’re enjoying doing nothing.
>All of a sudden, you feel the ground shake, but this isn’t earth so you can’t call it an earthquake.
>Why do your lips feel funny?
>You turn to face your spaceship to find that it had completely vanished, and you are now stranded here.
>Panicking, you start leaping around looking for some way to escape back to earth; you didn’t want to stay here forever.
>Soon discover that you’re not alone… there’s something following you around.
>Now you’re terrified, having no place to hide in this situation in a vast plain of nothing but shallow craters.
>You can see whatever this thing is following you.
>It seems to be a young lady, and she looks familiar.
>It’s… Vice Principal Luna?
>Her hair is shorter than usual, and she’s dressed in some really lewd looking armor costume like the kind you see in video games.
>Her eyes look weird, and you get the feeling to run, but you find yourself trying not to go in slow motion when you try to run away from her.
>She’s gaining fast, and you accept that you have no choice but to fight her.
>But something else tells you it’s somehow hopeless.
>You pull out a ray gun and start shooting laser beams at her.
>She doesn’t dodge them, and doesn’t need to, because they do seemingly zero damage to her.
>You switch weapons and start throwing glowing hatchets at her, which also do no damage whatsoever.
>This is a boss fight you weren’t prepared for.
>Pull out something that might as well be a lightsaber and go up to her to start hacking at her armor.
>Her armor comes apart and falls away, revealing a couple of thin rags she’s wearing over her chest and waist.
>But you can still tell this did zero damage; somehow, this battle cannot be won.
>There’s some other factor outside all of this you cannot control, and Luna starts approaching you as you back away from her in fear.
>Her eyes turn pitch black like a horror movie, and she starts swinging her hips in her stride towards you.
>You turn to run, but she immediately re-appears in front of you, closer.
>At least you know she can’t get through your space suit without any weapons, so you throw your saber sword up into space so she can’t use it.
>This space suit is impenetrable, she’ll never even be able to break the glass of your helmet.
>But you can’t run away from her; she’s too fast and you’re too slow.
>Her smile grows wide, and her nipples under the cloth on her chest become erect and start poking through.
>You try not to look as she corners you in place.
>Her body looks sexy, but that look in her eyes is terrifying.
>You’re afraid she’s going to try to kill you, but again, your space suit should keep you safe from any of her attacks.
>Try to throw a snail-paced punch, but Luna shoves you down to the ground and pounces on top of you.
>You hear her say something: “Obey your body’s nature.”
>Terror overtakes you as she suddenly teleports herself inside of your space suit.
>Let out a scream and start kicking, expecting her to stab you or something, but she begins giggling and kissing you instead.
>You can’t even counter her because your limbs are still in their respective parts of the suit until you retract them into the torso space.
>Her soft chest squishes against you, and you can feel her dry humping you inside of the space suit as you struggle to find your arms while she wraps hers around you in the claustrophobia-inducing space inside your space suit the battle has moved to.
>It’s too late by the time your hands get to Luna’s body, though there was never a chance anyway.
>You’re too taken away by how sublime her soft skin feels against your pushing hands as you feel her bare abdomen.
>The tiny space inside the suit makes it impossible to push her off anyway, and her lips inevitably keep meeting yours.
>Your resistance is depleted from trying to push her away to caressing the front of her body and gently squeezing her chest.
>Soon embrace her back, realizing she’s not trying to kill you and falling under a deep attraction towards Luna.
>You can’t get enough of her.
>The sound of her excited breathing against your face and your nervous breathing against hers fills the inside of the space suit.
>The space suit then starts to fall away from you, but it’s okay because you can apparently breathe in space now.
>Luna keeps herself perched on top of you, not letting you get up.
“I don’t understand.” You blurt in between two of her kisses.
>She doesn’t say anything back at first, only persistently continuing to hound all over you.
>Gradually just accept your situation, not feeling any objections to it after a few moments of her letting you reach under her cloths and feel her body.
>Luna climbs all over you, her areolae slipping out from her top slightly.
>”Confess.” She says to you.
>You stare into her eyes, questioningly.
>”I already know all of your fetishes, and you must confess them to me eventually after you wake up. Confess your secrets to me.”
>You don’t remember when she got your pants off, but that happened at some point.
>She’s doing things before you realize it.
>Her hungry embrace pulls you ever so closer to herself, and you find she has your member already out and completely erect.
>The half-functioning dream brain of yours doesn’t think of a course of action for this except go with whatever she does, which is exactly what happens.
>She lowers her waist over your erect member, and you can feel your tip pushing against where she evidently isn’t wearing panties.
>It sends a shock through you knowing this, but you let her do this to you.
>Luna is humping you on the surface of the moon mere seconds after she guides your length up inside of herself.
>It’s a special union you did not expect, but one that she’s insistently making happen, and you do as she wants.
>Luna humps you, and humps you and humps you as you lie on your back in her realm, helpless at the mercy of her lonely thirst.
>A climax is getting closer, and you’re 100% on board with this, ready to ejaculate inside of Luna on the moon.
>She smiles down at you, leans in and kisses you on the tip of your nose before giving one final series on pelvic slams down onto you.
>And that definitely did it, you let loose and release your love into Luna.
>”This is only the beginning.” She says to you.
~
>The dream breaks down, and your taken back into reality.
>Wake up to a white Christmas on Christmas morning.
“What the…” You look down at yourself as you slowly realize you’re back to resting on the school’s library couch.
>Your dick is sticking out of the rim of your pants, facing your stomach.
>The shirt you’re wearing is soaked with cum.
“Aww, fuck!” You gripe, realizing you somehow had a wet dream even after all you went through to try and prevent it. “Damn it! Fuck!”
>You angrily kick the empty juice cans around the floor as you realize you have to start all over again.
>But you haven’t found out why.
>Yet.
~
~
>You just wanted to make it to the end of December.
>Why did your stupid brain have to betray you like that when you were sleeping?
>Could have sworn that weird magic stuff you got into was implemented air-tight.
>The rest of winter break is a rest time for you; you now make it your New Year’s resolution to make it till spring without masturbating.
>Until January, you might as well freely masturbate whenever you feel like it to get it all out of your system.
>But every time you do it, your brain always goes back to thinking about Vice Principal Luna.
>That wet dream that interrupted your glorious nofap streak really got to you.
>Now you can’t stop thinking about Vice Principal Luna even when you’re awake.
>But especially in your dreams.
>What is happening to you?
>You’ve always valued your virginity you obviously still have, but something feels different about it.
>If you first think about how you’re still a virgin, you think of Luna.
>And if you think about Luna, some odd notion about your virginity pops into your mind.
>Something… is in progress, but isn’t currently happening, but needs to be resumed. You can’t put your finger on it.
>But you almost feel like you have a bone to pick with Vice Principal Luna.
>Some sort of unfinished business with her that’s separate from all those times she tried to assert her authority over you when you acted up in school.
>Something got added to that, and it’s messing with everything else. Messing with your mind.
>Dumb dreams.
~
>It’s easy to not have wet dreams if you fap every day, but New Year’s has now passed.
>After ceremonially getting yourself off to your favorite pieces of porn, you feel like you’re ready to go cold turkey for years.
>But a little feeling inside of you tells you you should masturbate to Vice Principal Luna, and picture you can get your hands on.
>Ignore it, too ball-empty to care anyway.
>School resumes on Monday.
~
>Morning.
>Due to a restless night, you slept through your alarm and missed the bus.
>Fumble around in your house getting yourself ready for school.
>No one’s available to drive you, gotta run the distance.
>Halfway there, you’re out of breath, lacking the energy you should have still had.
>Curse your libido and make your way over to Canterlot High about 20 minutes after the late bell should have rang.
>Some of the nerd kids eat in the cafeteria where there’s a side door to enter through, but only openable from the inside.
>One sees you waving all coolly, hesitates first before letting you in on account of being seen helping you break the rules by a teacher.
>Say the longer you’re both standing there, the sooner someone might notice and assume you’re both in on it; this works.
>Sneak through the hallways right as homeroom ends.
>Too late for that attendance tally, but you often sleep in class anyway.
>Exhibit A: sleeping in first period. Exhibit B: sleeping in second period.
>But as you’re snoozing through the day like you’re fast forwarding it, the teacher’s phone rings.
>A moment later, you’re wanted in the Vice Principal’s office.
>Oh wait, Vice Principal Luna’s in charge of attendance, right?
>How would she have even found out? This makes no sense.
>Curse to yourself on your way down the hallway towards her office after ignoring the dumb stares from your classmates.
>Everything is going swimmingly as you open the door.
>It’s all fine as you sit down.
>You almost feel a shiver the very moment Vice Principal Luna walks in.
>Your throat locks when her surprisingly beautiful eyes catch yours off guard.
>That sigh she gives makes you wonder what it would sound like, softer, more drawn out and next to your ear.
>She sits at her desk, and you absolutely must listen to her sigh again for some reason.
>But she does you one better and starts speaking to you.
>Yup, this is about the attendance, but you miss half of the things Vice Principal Luna is saying to you.
>Don’t need to; you both know why she called you here. You missed attendance but then snuck in without being noticed.
>Vice Principal Luna stands up to grab some papers, and you start thinking about something you never noticed before.
>That’s the sound of her clothes gently sliding against her bare skin underneath.
>Something you never cared about before, suddenly refusing to let you retain what she’s saying in her soothing voice you want to hear moan.
>”Do I make myself clear?”
“Wha- huh?”
>”I said do I make myself clear?” Her soft voice gives way to including a slightly frustrated tone.
“Yeah, yeah.”
>”Anon… were you paying attention to what I said?”
>Nod in confident dishonesty.
>”So what I’d tell you to do from now on?”
“…”
>”Anon.”
>Hearing her say your name puts butterflies in your stomach.
>Your name escaped Vice Principal Luna’s lungs and lips.
“Can you relay it again?” You concede.
>”You should make sure you don’t sleep through your alarm anymore. ‘Kay?” She repeats. “Now put your name down.”
“Mhm.” You nod, writing your name onto the attendance roster.
>Mess up because your brain is focused on what you know Vice Principal Luna’s got going on underneath her clothes right beside you.
>It’s luckily in pencil.
>She watches you erase and start over, sitting back into her desk as she makes you write down your name for her.
>Vice Principal Luna wasn’t almost the most endowed woman in the staff, but you have finally realized she’s got it going on too.
>Try to convince the casual half-boner in your pants to not turn into anything obvious.
>Vice Principal Luna’s cleavage would look so nice if she just showed it for once. She’s gotta be at least a C-cup, right?
>So much for keeping that thing subtle.
>You have to stand up and leave before you know it, soon hunching over like an ape before quickly turning around before she can see.
>…
>Half way back to class and you need to walk like you’re carrying a heavy flowerpot.
>This un-welcomed erection in your pants does not want to go away, like it’s got some unfinished business to attend to.
>What would happen if you went back to Vice Principal Luna’s office and stood up regularly in front of her with your hands to your sides?
>Why did you just wonder about that? That’d probably get you into more trouble.
>Right?
~
>You made sure not to miss the bus in the morning this time.
>If anything, you’re more worried about whether or not anyone has a way to know that you jacked off in the bathroom the other day just to make that pesky hard on go away.
>A seemingly necessary exception, but you’ve maintained your nofap streak for real this time. For real now.
>If there’s any fetish you want to keep a secret now, it’s the fact that you apparently get off harder when thinking about Vice Principal Luna.
>Just the thought of all this feels so… new… and exciting to you.
>Vice Principal Luna can crack down on your attendance dodging and other misbehaviors all she wants, but you secretly think about her when you jack off and there’s nothing she can do to stop you.
>Just imagine if you accidentally spilled the beans about that to her, that’d be a suspension right there, you’re sure.
>After school, you think about doing it one last time to her picture in last year’s yearbook.
>You officially decide against it, make it back home, chill in your room for a bit, and then slip that yearbook out.
>You never noticed how you can kind of see the subtle protrusion from her bra strap in this picture of her before, but you definitely noticed it now.
>Minutes later, you declare that NOW you’re done fapping for real.
~
>Okay, so it took until after a full 24 hours of not giving in for you to confidently make that official.
>It’s Friday once more, and you passed the time threshold after checking up on that yearbook picture a couple more times over the past week.
>Now you’re REALLY starting to get your groove back despite being tired all day.
>Bantering with the other lads at lunch is more fun now, and you’re leading the conversation again.
>At the same time, annoying a couple of the girls at your table with a couple of the guys.
>It’s all playful banter, even though the girls cuss you out and diss you back which is just funny to you guys.
>It’s funny to the girls too.
>But guess who doesn’t think it’s funny?
>”Hey!” Vice Principal Luna’s voice cuts through the lunchtime ruckus.
>You all face her, she says something about not being rowdy during lunch, all that usual stuff.
>Cant stop staring into those vibrant teal eyes.
>Even as they grow angry at you which just makes them hotter.
>Your classmates groan and call her lame as she momentarily hands you a detention slip for probably flimsy reasons.
>Questioning why she’s only punishing you, and repeating it all the way back to class after lunch.
>She must really hate you, dude.
>But the joke’s on her, you’d rather enjoy her after-school company in the designated classroom that’s named on the slip of paper.
>You’ll just think about it in your bed after you get back home.
~
>The rest of the school day was boring and eventless.
>Now you enter the silent classroom and sit in the front row, too tired to be horny.
>These desks aren’t usually comfortable, but you’re lethargic from the lack of synergy with your classmates who’ve gone home.
>And so, maybe these solid seats aren’t so bad after all.
>Where’s Vice Principal Luna, though?
>You might give her a snide comment about being late to the detention session, after resting your head onto the desk.
>…
>”Glad you didn’t skip out on me.” Luna’s voice wakes you up.
“Huh?”
>”You can either write five sentences now or stay the entire hour.” She sets a sheet of paper onto the desk before you.
>It’s explained that you have to answer the questions Luna wrote on the whiteboard, asking you about why you got detention, how you feel, etc.
>Fuck that, you’re staying here.
>After a couple minutes of you talking like a smartass to Vice Principal Luna, you rest your head back onto your desk.
>You’re so tired that you’ve started to get loopy, in dire need of the sleep you usually start catching up on after getting back home.
>Luna can probably tell this, and you hate her for probably enjoying this being an unexpected part of your punishment.
>Can’t leave before time’s up either, or else your punishment is upgraded to a suspension.
>Whatever, you’ll sleep through it. It’ll feel like 5 minutes.
>Yeah, she’s kind of being a bitch to you, but it’s whatever. She’s lucky she’s so fine otherwise you’d ignore your tiredness and gladly accept the suspension.
>Luna’s hand nudges your shoulder; you’re being kept awake.
>Okay, now this is bullshit.
>But you for some reason don’t have it within you to lash out.
>You just weakly turn your head to face her general direction, staring directly at her still-clothed abdomen.
>”I need you to answer these for me, Anon.” Vice Principal Luna places a new sheet of paper onto the desk.
>She wrote the questions directly onto the paper this time, with space for you to answer.
“Huh?” You stare at the first one.
>1: What do you think about me?
>Using your pencil, you write “I think you’re pretty nice” or something like that.
>Next.
>2: Do you think about me when you masturbate?
>Stare at the paper, wondering how to respond to this.
>Look up at Vice Principal Luna, who’s leaning against the teacher’s desk facing you.
>Her belt is gone, and her burgundy top seems to have gotten a little shorter at the bottom.
>Her beautiful eyes are starting to look like the predatory eyes of an anaconda with slits for pupils.
“Vice Principal Luna, I…”
>She giggles, then gives you that sigh you’ve been waiting for. “Well? Go on.”
>Your member in your pants eagerly starts to do something.
>Obediently, you answer the question honestly.
>Vice Principal Luna goes to the front board to erase the old questions.
>They’re all written so high up at the top of the board, and she has to reach extra high to reach it all.
>As Vice Principal Luna reaches up, the bottom of her shrunken shirt can’t cover all the way down to her pants.
>It rides up her body when she stretches her arms up, unveiling her bare midriff to you as she erases.
>Luna’s exposed lower back boasts her dimples of Venus, with her pants fittingly hugging around her curved hips.
>You just want to run your hands along her abdomen so badly, her skin looks so smooth.
>3: Am I giving you an erection?
>You sit there at full mast concealed, watching Vice Principal Luna make her top ride higher up her midriff as she tries to reach the now higher whiteboard writing.
>The middle crease of her lower back comes further into view, the shirt lifted away from Luna’s bare skin.
>The trunk of her midriff is completely in the open, and your eyes get locked onto it as she keeps reaching as high as she can.
>4: What color are my panties?
>Look back over to her.
>Her pants must have come undone in the front, because you watch the pants get looser and start to slip down her hips.
>Her secret is revealed; the top rim of her frilly black panties peeks out at you.
>You almost feel like you’re undressing her with your imagination; you want to see more of her body exposed.
>Her curves looked great with clothes over them, but now you’re seeing them come out in the open in bare skin.
>Her midriff is so sleek, leading down to her womanly hips that present her ass that’s so perfectly cupped under the back of her slipping pants that conform to the soft cheeks.
>The pants slightly fall away from the frilly panties as Vice Principal Luna’s long, stretched out abdomen shows more in its exposed glory as the small shirt fails to cover it.
>You’d definitely see her bellybutton if she wasn’t facing away from you; this alone makes you twitch.
>Vice Principal Luna has the sexiest body you never knew about.
>She half-heartedly tugs her pants back up as she walks towards you, her top now haphazardly allowing a gap of her midriff to still show.
>”I know your fetishes.” She says. “I know you’re into wardrobe malfunction. That’s one of them. Admit it.”
“Yes, Vice Principal Luna.”
>”Wanna see my cute tummy?” She reaches up to “fix” the overhead projector on the ceiling above your desk.
>The dress code inappropriate top rides up her midriff again, and slips up and away from Vice Principal Luna’s up-stretched bellybutton that shyly comes into view.
>”I saw yours, only fair you see mine.”
>You’re too tongue twisted to respond.
>”Kiss it.”
>Breath growing heavier, you put your hands on the soft sides of Vice Principal Luna’s sleek, exposed abdomen and pull her closer to your face.
>Her soft bellybutton collides with your nervously puckering lips, such a pristine scent from her smooth skin.
>It retracts away a tiny bit as she giggles from you tickling her, before you fully plant your lips against her supple skin and start making out with Vice Principal Luna’s bellybutton.
>”Touching me so inappropriately’s gonna get you another detention.” Luna’s voice vibrates through her tummy as you lock your hold around her hips and grab her ass.
>Make her bellybutton wet and shine with your kisses, face buried deep in her abdomen.
>”You’re getting yourself in deeper trouble for this.” Luna can’t help but softly buck her hips at you.
>Still undone in front, her pants carelessly slip down some more from her clingy panties.
>Wander downward, kissing her smooth skin until the black fabric is against your chin then nose.
>Push inward and kiss around seeking Luna’s vulva to liplock through the panties with.
>They kiss you back, and you mash your own lips against their softness until Luna is prompted to buck her hips harder.
>She can’t hold back when you kiss her vulva lips through her clingy panties they conform to.
>”You need to finish giving something up to me.” Vice Principal Luna starts to sincerely hump your face. “We both already know what it is.”
>It was half given up to Luna on that fateful night, but the exchange must be completed.
>Your mind, heart and body demand that this unstoppable urge for Luna is sated.
>It’s your virginity.
>…
>”Anon!”
“Guh, what the fuck?” You jolt up out of your puddle of drool.
>”The hour’s up.” Vice Principal Luna has already started towards the door.
>She’s way too far away from you to have been making any kind of physical contact.
“Oh. Alright.” You look down and see yourself holding one of your textbooks over your lap.
>You vaguely remember doing that as you were resting your head on the desk with sleep looming over you, but only vaguely.
>It’s enough to know you’ve been in this position this whole time.
>Luna tells you to clean up the drool and leaves, and you lift the textbook to see a dark spot on your pants that indicate your streak has been broken once again.
>You don’t even exclaim this time, it’s just like, fuck it. Whatever. Try again next time.
~
>You get home tired as fuck, lying in bed for the longest time after changing out of your cum pants and such.
>Don’t even do anything until after you’ve slept for a little bit, soon hanging out alone all night until Saturday morning.
>Life got quiet again, and you’re more than sure that you body is going to get the best of you if you dare to try another nofap, which you’re inevitably going to do because why not.
>Vice Principal Luna distracted you this time, you’ll stay off the radar for now until you can get things back to the way they were.
>Use Sunday night to look up all the weird magic stuff you used before from that shady website.
>Already read everything before so this’ll be a breeze this time around.
>Light up the pentagram candles etc. and put a spell on yourself like last time.
>There’s never a way of knowing if it worked or not until it’s been a while since you last had an urge to fap, which is why it’s always smartest to do this after you’ve gone for a couple of days, albeit the rushed exception this time.
>But something feels like the spell’s being blocked by something.
>You /are/ a virgin so it should easily work for you, as the website says.
~
>In your next dream, you continue a little storyline that you were going along with when you were awake and playing more video games.
>Some dark souls like game with armor, weapons, whatever.
>You’re running through the landscape, capturing outposts, slaughtering groups of enemy fighters trying to stop you and stealing all of their gold.
>Territory after territory, you conquer until you sneak into a new one at night.
>This is the realm of Nightmare Moon, the Evil Princess who was supposed to have been in control of all the lands you do whatever you want in.
>You break into her castle and watch all of the health bars of her dozens of guards deplete to 0 as you dominate them.
>They’re at player levels 5-8, but you’re at level 42 and have special spells and potions; they’ll need to train more in order to reach near your level and stand a chance here.
>But then you reach Nightmare Moon’s throne room.
>The battle should have been a quick one, but you can barely put a dent in her health bar.
>What level is she even on? This is NOTHING like her guards.
>She wears a metal mast over her face aside her eyes, and she wields an ax that deals a lot of damage to you with each hit.
>And you’re locked in here with her now too.
>You didn’t even notice that this was a boss fight until you finally noticed the boss music playing.
>Why didn’t you notice it? Why are you suddenly so off guard?
>Can’t even leave this area.
>Your own health bar is soon reduced to about 10%, and you try to leave.
>But something is going to stick with you after you wake up.
>One final blow from behind and all of your inventory spills out as you fall to the floor with 0 HP.
>She’s going to have no quarter for you anyway.
~
>You probably shouldn’t have become that type of student who peaked in high school.
>Because you’ve become a great interest to the Vice Principal.
>And at an inconvenient time when you’re trying to keep her out of your mind.
>It’s rewarding to get your libido as minimized as you can possibly get it.
>But this can’t happen without your brain cooperating.
>And right now, thoughts of Vice Principal Luna flood into it every day, every night.
>There’s something special about her that you’ve never noticed before, something that really makes its way to your very core.
>Why are you suddenly falling in love with your Vice Principal?
>Can’t stop thinking things about her, very specific kinds of things.
>Sexual things. That eat away at you from the inside until you get it out of your system.
>And there’s no way Vice Principal is aware of this secret of yours; you must keep this to yourself.
>…
>You can’t wait to totally destroy the other team in dodgeball in gym class again.
>After several days of successful nofap, you’ve finally built up your energy again just in time for this.
>You and two really fit football guys are the most ideal teammates in the entire class.
>They usually throw the hardest which makes them ideal (by dumb high schooler logic) and while you’re able to dodge literally anything thrown at you and throw back the most accurately; your speed, agility and accuracy makes you the scariest opponent to go up against.
>Welp, nevermind, all the students are being called to the auditorium for a big announcement during that class period.
>Fuck, you were perfectly ready and they had to take that away from you.
>After you’re all herded into there like cattle and sit down, Celestia steps out and starts talking into the microphone about some huge fundraiser or whatever.
>Or awareness event, or something, you stopped paying attention after a whole five seconds.
>Bored out of your mind, you and a couple of your buddies you deliberately sat next to start clowning on the students in the row in front of you.
>Propelling tiny bits of paper at the backs of the other students’ heads, then trying not to laugh when one of them looks back at the lot of you.
>Couldn’t play dodgeball, so guess this will have to compensate for fun time.
>It’s amusing to see them get so mad, hissing at you to stop as you and your friends silently crack up together.
>But the real excitement happened a few minutes ago when they didn’t even know it was you guys doing it.
>Though, your stifled giggling was a pretty quick dead giveaway. Not that any of you really care, though.
>Oh look, Vice Principal Luna is speaking on the stage next.
>Your attention is immediately redirected towards her the very instant her voice reaches your years.
>Still have no idea what the hell this assembly is about, but you just want to hear Vice Principal Luna speak some more.
>”You spacin’ out, dude?” One friend says to you as another gets a rubber band out.
“Tired.” You use the actual truth as an excuse here.
>The long and boring assembly drags on, and more than half of the students are pretty much tuned out at this point.
>Lovestruck, you gaze at Vice Principal Luna, undressing her in your imagination:
>She slips that burgundy top off of her body on the stage, showing everyone what bra she’s wearing before unhooking that and removing it too.
>Get a little hard at the thought of her being topless on stage, and harder at the thought of her slipping her pants down and swaying her hips.
>”Ah fuck!” One of your friends exclaims as he accidentally sends the rubber band soaring high into the air, which leads to it landing on the stage right next to Luna.
>Everyone in your group gets silent as the rest of the auditorium quietly chatters and laughs having seen what happened, and Luna’s eyes grow annoyed.
>”Who did that?” Vice Principal Luna, still fully dressed back in reality, starts scanning the audience.
>”What the fuck, bro?!” Another friend grunts with a laugh.
>”I didn’t mean to make it go that far!”
>Every single one of you is back to trying to hold back roaring laughter now, in light of this *absolutely hilarious* situation.
>”It came from that direction, had to be someone over there.” Luna says into the microphone.
>”Yoooo, we’re fucked!”
>”Oh what’s she gonna do anyway?”
>”It wasn’t supposed to go that far though!”
>You stand up.
“Hey!” You let your voice boom over everyone else’s. “Yeah, me, bitch! What?!” You spread your arms gladiator-style.
>Now the entire auditorium is filled with deafening laughter from every single student in it.
>The wrath in Vice Principal Luna’s eyes is indescribable, but the only word you can think of is “sexy”.
~
>There is no new detention slip, it’s a suspension form.
>Super, now you get to skip school for the next week.
>Oh no! You’ll miss all the notes and shit for the homeworks and quizzes you’re gonna cheat on anyway, oh no!
>This system is a fucking joke.
>The only letdown is that you weren’t sent to the Vice Principal’s office, and just received the suspension form by your math teacher to whom it was delivered to be given to you in front of the whole class.
>Damn, Vice Principal Luna’s got no mercy here.
>But you just make yourself cooler by accepting the slip of paper and then bowing for your classmates who all saw what happened 45 minutes ago.
>They all love the dumb spectacle you give them, which makes this not feel like salt in the wound at all.
>If being suspended even counts as a wound to you, which it fucking doesn’t.
>That foxy lady Luna’s gonna have to try harder than that to embarrass you or at least just fuck with you.
>…
>And she will.
>…
>Your school friends patted you on the shoulder and back for taking the fall for your bro back there.
>Quite bombastically at that.
>And now you sit at home, ready to relax for the entire week of suspension from school.
>Maybe you’ll get a better sleep pattern along the way.
>But the main thing is that you’ll forget to think about Vice Principal Luna so much now that you won’t be reminded of her suddenly discovered hotness every day at school.
>Standing up in that auditorium was a subconscious strategic move of yours.
~
>After a day or two into your suspension, conversations between you and a couple of your bros spring up about maybe sneaking into the school at night when there’s no one there to hang out and maybe get high while you’re there.
>You figure you’ll go together instead of have it just be you going in there alone and going to sleep in the library this time.
>That little electronics area of the library is still there and able to be used, so it’s not like having fun by going there would be impossible.
>The whole thing is planned out at your house with your friends over.
>All three of you are going to go over there on Tuesday night and bring with you a console and some games, along with some food to snack on if the vending machines won’t be of any use.
>It’s absolutely idiotic what enough spite will cause you to do.
>But your friends are more than on board with you on this, because they’ve always been fed up with dealing with Vice Principal Luna’s strictness ruining all of their fun.
>Didn’t you already decide to not think about Luna or anything like that?
>Guess that didn’t last long, didn’t it?
>You’ve got the duffle bag packed with a few things you’ll need on your bed on Tuesday afternoon.
>The other guys are going to stay after for a couple of hours until they can tell no one else is in the school.
>Then they will go to one of the basement-ish storage rooms and unlock the tiny window from the inside, which can be done in a way where the janitor won’t notice it’s unlocked when he inevitably locks all of the doors in the school.
>And the storage room’s door can be unlocked from the inside just like the window can.
>All of this would have been an easier process had your possession of those spare keys not been found out.
>Long story short, you most likely lost them when you were there overnight before, but no one could prove that it was you who snuck in.
>If Luna knows, she’s definitely keeping the secret on purpose, otherwise, she would have gotten you into a theft charge by now.
>But you’re 100% sure she never found out the details.
>Either way, you’re ready to sneak into the school with a couple of friend this time and hang out.
>If you planned this correctly, Luna should not be staying at the school tonight and it should be completely locked up in her absence.
>It could be either convenient or inconvenient that she sometimes stays overnight to look after the place after the janitor goes home, except you’re taking a risk if you sneak in while Luna is still there.
>A risk you two friends don’t want, at least.
>A couple of hours go by and they text you saying that the window is unlocked and front doors were locked and left for the night.
>You get the things ready and wait fort hem to pull up in front of your house.
>…
>There’s the school’s slightly visible silhouette in the late night sky.
>That place you swore a couple of days ago was a place you were glad you’re spending time away from.
>And now here you are with a couple of friends unable to stay away just because it has a couple of sofas and flat screen TVs in the library that you guys have in your houses anyway.
>Is it really even that exciting that you’re breaking in just to hang out?
>All three of you park far enough away with the headlights already off, turn the car off, get out and creep on over looking for any lights still being on just in case you made a miscalculation.
>Nope, it’s completely dark in there.
>Part of you feels let down because this can only mean that Vice Principal Luna really isn’t in there, and you have zero chance of running into her.
>When you three make it to the window you’re supposed to go through, you stop and listen for any noises.
>Nothing.
>Nothing but the wind blowing by as one of your friends gets the window to quietly squeak open.
>”Okay, it’s open. Who’s going in to catch the bags?”
“I’ll do it.” You volunteer.
>Crouch down and waddle across the grass before hitting your head on the top of the window frame.
>”Dumbass.”
“Shut up!”
>Maneuver your way through with your phone flashlight shining down at anything soft you could potentially land on since this window is high up inside of the room.
>Settle on landing atop a bin of basketballs, many of which towards the bottom of the pile are partially deflated from no one in gym class wanting to use them.
>It softens the fall slightly.
>Look back up.
“Alright, ready.”
>One by one, the bags are fed through the window and down towards you.
>The storage room is completely silent aside the noises you’re making, but you have an eerie feeling about what the rest of the school is going to be like.
>Eventually, all of the stuff is transported inside and your friends climb on in as well.
>There’s no way the janitor would bother to check that higher up window where the smaller-sized students can climb on top of things and actually get a closer look at.
>He just checks the room for anything missing or any possible people hiding inside, assuming the window is already locks since there’s a clutter of stuff in the way of its reach.
>It’s perfect, you guys can leave the window unlocked as frequently as you want and there’s almost no chance anyone will ever notice.
>And now…
>Regarding the one security camera that overlooks the hallway leading to the library.
>You and your friends already cleverly figured out the angles and logistics of the whole thing.
>There’s one security camera that looks towards the door leading to outside from the hallway next to the gym, but the supply closet you snuck into is already past that camera.
>A second camera faces towards the library entrance from a connecting hallway, one you can reach standing on someone’s shoulders before you actually enter its frame of view.
>The little glass half-sphere over the camera to protect it can just have a thick piece of black tape slapped over it.
>After that, all you have to do is jimmy the lock to the library doors and you’re perfectly capable of waltzing in and watching whatever TV or play whatever video games you want.
>The three of you take the two duffel bags and open the door from the supply closet, quietly emerging into the long echoing hallway.
>You make sure the door is propped open just in case it automatically locks when closing again; don’t want your only safe way out to no longer be an option.
>Neither of the other guys thought of this, luckily you’re more experienced in this than them though.
>Really makes you feel smart.
>Everything has to be done mostly in the dark, with the slight light from outside being the only light source that won’t look suspicious suddenly lighting up the walls where the first camera can see.
>As you creep through to the intersecting hallway, you start to hear the slightest draft giving everything an eerie slight moan to it.
>Must be the air condition system blowing gentle drafts throughout the place.
“Up there.” You direct in a whisper to your slightly taller friend, who momentarily gets up onto your shoulders to reach the camera on the ceiling.
>”Tape?” He asks.
>”Hang on.” The other guy sifts around in one of the duffel bags. “Got it.”
>The stunt is performed very carefully, and the black tape is swiftly slapped onto the glass mini-dome as though it happened in one frame in the security footage being recorded.
>The other cameras facing the doors leading outside couldn’t have this done because anything you did to get through the doors would’ve been picked up by the footage before you could get to the cameras, but that one storage room window doesn’t count as an entrance to monitor.
>And the school budget only allows so many cameras.
>The only lock you need to mess with is the one to the library.
>Take out some paper clips and begin trying the lock.
>One minute goes by with no results, two more minutes go by with no results.
>C’mon, this worked on other doors before.
>Those were smaller simpler doors though, this is a metal, windowed door with the heavier locks and handles.
>Several more minutes go by without success.
>Even with the inclusion of additional lock jimmying tools from the duffel bag.
>Several more minutes go by once again, and morale is now dwindling.
>”Why isn’t it fucking working?!” One friend grunts. “Bro should we just bail?”
“The fuck? Why? We already made it this far.”
>”Yeah but that lock is really, really not opening.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ve done this before!”
>”With THIS door?”
“Well uh, n-no. But it’s basically the same idea.”
>”It’s been more than twenty minutes, dude. Is this gonna work or not?”
“Fuck, uh… hold on for a minute.”
>”I didn’t come in here just to fuckin’ stand arou-” He begins before the distant sound of a door closing elsewhere in the school reaches your ears.
>You all exchange identical glances.
>”…Ssshit!”
>Everything is immediately packed back up and hastily hauled back round the corner.
>You try to minimize the sound of your footsteps the best you can as you frantically shush one another, which only slows everything down more.
>”Dude! The camera!”
>Your attention is brought back up to the black tape your friend is pointing to.
>The tallest of the group stands directly under it, jumping as high as he can trying to reach the tape to quickly peel it off.
>Meanwhile, you’ve already disappeared around the corner in the direction of the storage room.
>Now your ears can pick up the slight sound of distant footsteps traveling through the school.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!” You hiss.
>You don’t know how he managed to do it, but your tallest friend got the tape from the security camera and approaches with it dangling off his finger.
>The three of you silently retreat back into the storage room and close and lock the door behind you completely.
>Everyone is whispering but in a manner that resembles shouting.
>”I thought Luna wasn’t supposed to be here!”
“We’ll argue about it later! Shut up and climb already!”
>One duffel bag lands on the grass, one friend crawls out onto the grass, the second duffel bag lands on the grass…
>Seconds later, it’s just you inside of the room with your friends holding your arms to pull you up.
>At this very instant, you hear a quiet but ominous, deep voiced laughter through the storage room door from right outside of it.
>”What the… what the fuck?”
“Oh fuck!” You couldn’t have pulled yourself out onto the grass quickly enough for comfort.
>”That’s not Luna! Bro, that’s not fucking Luna!”
“Fucking go already!”
>You must have made it back to the car in less than fifteen seconds flat, nervously laughing the entire way.
>The three of you were driving off before you knew it.
>The hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
>Fear charges through your veins.
>Your heart beats in your throat, etc. etc.
~
>You and your couple of friends you went with don’t bother arguing it out over who the hell it was in the school.
>It didn’t sound like anyone you know, and you all know for a FACT that you all heard that laughter at once and that it was real.
>It barely even sounded like a human voice, almost distorted even.
>AND your friends had confirmed that the school’s front doors were locked up for the night.
>This doesn’t give you a very good feeling.
>Start telling your other buddies about it and one of them jokes about Luna possibly using witch powers to summon a demon or something to guard the school.
>She always did have some sort of powerful look in her eyes.
>But in any case, none of your friends want to go back into that school during the night.
>They are impossible to convince.
>They do not have that same insatiable hunger for Vice Principal Luna that eclipses your fear for whatever it was that happened in the school that night.
>And you KNOW that Luna had something to do with it.
>Maybe she knows about everything you’re doing and she’s fucking with you instead of stopping you right away.
>You don’t have any certain confirmation of this but there’s just a strong feeling within you that this is the case.
>Maybe it’s just your feelings making you assume this, and she had nothing to do with whoever scared you out of the school the night you broke in to hang out.
>It is still true that you’ve been thinking about Vice Principal Luna a lot recently.
>…
>You remember having another nightmare recently.
>It took place in the school hallway after the school day was long over probably, and you were about to drink from the water fountain after having snuck out of class without a hall pass.
>Some other guy was there, looked to be about your age but maybe a substitute teacher or something, or a student teacher.
>He seems like another you.
>Tells you you’re in great danger, as was he at one point, but now you might be the one in great danger.
>You feel like he already knows Vice Principal Luna, and there’s some problem between him and her that he is passing down to you.
>Tell him it’s nothing you wanted to inherit, but he tells you that you and him are the only two whom it can be passed down to because of your own practices, and this is now something that comes with the territory so long as Luna is your Vice Principal and can’t contain herself.
>Saying she didn’t “get like this” for no reason. It was mostly his fault.
>”I don’t see a hall pass in your hands.” Luna’s voice startled both of you. “Come here.”
>Fuck, you’re caught.
>Your first reaction is to just stand up to her and tell her you don’t care about hall passes and will walk around the halls whenever you want regardless of how many detentions she gives you.
>But the slightly older you wisely prompts you to start running away, as the danger is much greater than you’re aware of.
>And so, you follow suit.
>Luna pursues the two of you, saying something about a fire she can’t put out because of what one of you did.
>You don’t understand, but this other guy seems to understand, and he’s just slightly faster than you.
>Of course as dreams do, the dream slows down your run, but his slow run is still faster than yours, and Luna can be heard approaching you two.
>Your brain frantically starts to unwillingly accept that she’s going to get you and lets the other you get away more quickly.
>He’s the survivor, the one who didn’t have to worry about outrunning Luna, but only had to worry about outrunning the student next to him instead: you.
>Cry out to him, begging him not to leave you behind.
>Luna’s hands firmly grasp your shoulders. “You will fulfill the trials I have laid out for you. Since my former student has escaped my reach now.” Her voice sounds almost desperate.
>Still try to escape, but Luna pulls you back and shoves you against a locker as the other you vanishes into thin air at the other end of the hallway.
>”You’re not so tough now.” Her voice gets excited sounding. “Now that it’s someone your own size for once.”
>Which is wrong, because Vice Principal Luna’s a lot taller than you with your smaller stature.
>She shoves you around the hallway, displaying how much stronger than you she is.
>You try the whole “if you keep pushing me, I’m going to get an erection” bully deterrent you learned from an internet meme.
>She only smiles at this and pins you against a locker, pushing her chest onto your collar bone. “Oh?”
>After a few seconds of struggling, she positions herself up against you more symmetrically, by lifting you slightly off your feet and locking one arm around you.
>Now your faces are aligned, her breasts are mushed against you and her hand wedges its way to the crotch of your pants.
>She tries to kiss you on the lips as you turn your face away.
>Holds the back of your head still and pulls her student into herself, soon forcing a slow kiss between you two.
>Through your pants, her hand messes with your member into getting stimulated.
>”Now you HAVE to get erect.” Luna ignores your pleas and prompts you to gradually become erect. “C’mon, now.”
>Kisses you again, plays with you some more.
>”Every time you dream about me, I get a little bit closer. Now BEHAVE.”
>…
>Jolt awake in a puddle of sweat and cum.
“Fucking damn it, not again!”
>Now it’s personal.
~
>You spend the rest of your free suspension weekend without having anything to do but play video games but now without any horny to keep you up at night.
>Spent the Lunar New Year cooped up in your room in banishment from school, though that’s not the new year everyone here celebrates anyway so you don’t really mind.
>And you mostly lie in bed wondering to yourself about life and all the bullshit and good shit that comes with it.
>Rumors about the school being haunted starts to spread around your social group.
>It’s only to be expected that you potentially get yourself into even more trouble that came from people learning of your presence at the school overnight.
>You really gotta stop taking these risks.
>What are you gonna do with your life if you don’t graduate high school and college?
>Work a shitty 9 to 5 wage job?
>No, fuck that, you gotta get a degree, so you can end up working a shitty 9 to 5 wage job WITH student loan debt too!
>lol
>It makes no difference to you if you get expelled or not, there’s nothing you’d feel bad about missing out on.
>Like college towns aren’t allowed to invite outsiders to come party with the students.
>You’ll get to be shitfaced drunk without worrying about the exam on Monday.
>…
>Welp, back to school you go.
>No one can prove that someone was in the school on that one fabled night where unidentified students heard a demon lurking the hallways.
>Must’ve been completely made up, man your luckiness is really gonna render you unlucky in the long run if you end up going to college because of all this.
>Think about escaping to trade school in the future as you’re riding the bus over in the morning, ready to just get expelled anyway because school work is just fucking lame in general.
>Look into your backpack and see a bunch of papers.
>Oh right.
>You barely remember that Luna gave you a plethora of homework assignments selected by various teachers of yours to do over your suspension so it didn’t feel like a free winter-break like vacation.
>Wow, you really did “unintentionally” completely forget about that, didn’t you?
>Laugh yourself into a quick little almost-nap as the other students get onto the bus at each stop, tired from having stayed up so late due to not caring.
>The dork sitting next to you was nice enough to keep you from dozing off again by shaking you and letting you know the bus arrived at the school.
>After getting off of the school bus and walking in, you figure that you’ll just walk into the Vice Principal’s office, take that stack of homework papers without even so much as your name on them and plop that bad boy onto Vice Principal Luna’s desk with imaginary movie music playing in your head.
>And then you’ll walk out all cinematic-like maybe flipping her off as you exist and score yourself that expulsion.
>Oh, there’s her office, here we go…
>Walk in.
>Do exactly what you told yourself you’d do with Luna sitting right there at her desk.
>And there she is, staring not at you but the paperwork she’s filling out that completely has her attention away from even the sound of your undone homework hitting the wooden desk.
>That was a thick packet too, she had to have heard that.
>No response.
>Clear your throat to get her attention.
>Yup, she’s definitely ignoring you on purpose.
>ANY other student would have left as quickly as they could before she saw that the papers were blank so she couldn’t be all like “wait a minute, hold on” and make you stay in here and explain yourself.
>But you’ve got balls between your thighs, emptied or not.
>Pick the stack of papers back up and make them land directly on top of the papers Luna was working with.
>Annoyed, she looks up at you.
>The poignant animosity in her piercing glare makes you freeze like a deer inches away from the grill of an eighteen wheeler truck.
>You immediately regret this decision and you don’t know why.
>”Can I help you with something?”
“I, uh…” You stutter, shaking ever so slightly in your legs.
>Need to leave before your knees collapse from the sound of her voice.
>”You have to take the packet back.”
“M-maybe I’m already done with it.”
>”Either you fill out the detention slip I stuck in there or I will.”
>You stare at her, completely confused.
>”Go ahead, take a look.”
>Hesitantly drag your feet over to your side of her desk and look through the packet you didn’t even bother flipping through over your suspension weekend.
>Low and behold, there’s one detention slip waiting right there for you, with the “reason” line already filled out, saying “neglecting to complete suspension homework”.
>Did she… did she stick thin into the packet before she ever gave it to you or did she sneak it in there just now?
>Your eyes have been locked onto Vice Principal Luna this whole time but mostly just her eyes that had trapped yours.
>That would have to have been some amazing foresight for her to have known you weren’t going to do your long weekend homework, or maybe it was just a reminder of what would be to come had you not done it.
>Though, why would she threaten you with a detention when you were already well on your way to suspension?
>If she just wrote it now, that would be some unbelievable sleight of hand for her to do that without you noticing.
>Or maybe she filled it out before you walked in and then snuck it in? That would still be impossible for you not to notice if she did that on the spot.
>Were you really THAT lost in her eyes?
>”Do we have a problem?” Vice Principal Luna breaks your train of thought with that voice.
>You just can’t wrap your head around how or rather why she did this.
>”Answer me.”
“I’ll uh, I’ll fill this out.” You clumsily take the whole packet with you, surprised at Vice Principal Luna’s ability to do things you can’t understand.
>”It’s too late to do the packet.” Her voice sounds so angry that it gives you confusing shivers.
>She sounds like she’s trying to sound calm but her upset-ness inside is making her tone sound forceful with you.
>Stare at her for several seconds before she repeats herself. “Give it to me.” She holds out her hand.
>Take a step closer but not close enough to reach her.
>”Give it to me.” She repeats, with more sternness.
>She receives the packet, grabbing it directly from your hand, and letting your finger brush my hers a little.
>It sends a sort of shock through you straight to your heart, feeling her hand touch yours.
>You swear Vice Principal Luna almost looks like she’s trying not to grin.
>Start walking away until she tells you something as you have your back turned to her.
>”Take it.”
>Turn around; she’s holding the detention slip in her hand reaching out.
>”Come on, you heard me.”
~
>Curly Winds and Thunderbass (who were juniors last year) are outside during “recess” tossing a football towards one another during lunch period.
>It’s technically recess but technically not recess.
>There’s no playground but there is an open grassy field for the high schoolers to play in or hang out at when they’re done eating their lunches.
>And these two decided to pass a football around during their spare time.
>Curly Winds is doing this thing where he’s forcing Thunderbass to go long out into the field further and further by throwing the football at larger arcs.
>It pretty funny watching him change how he’s talking about being so good at catching a football after having to catch harder and harder passes that are thrown with more force and distance.
>He goes further and further, still staying within a reasonable distance of the school, not really even leaving anyone’s sight.
>”Hey!”
>What was that?
>The two boys turn to face Vice Principal Luna approaching them, and boy does she not look happy.
>They only know her as most students at this school know her: the no-fun do-as-i-say young woman who makes up a bunch of bullshit to get students into trouble so they aren’t as loud or bother her so much.
>She’s only been like this more recently, but it’s enough to make everyone really start to hate her in recent months.
>”Aw damn it, it’s Luna.” Says Curly Winds.
>”The fuck does she want now?” Gripes Thunderbass.
>”Too far out!” Luna waves her arm for them to come back in closer to the school. “That’s too far out. Come back in closer.”
>”We’re still in the field!” Protests Thunderbass.
>”I SAID NOW!” Luna’s eyes begin to glare daggers at them.
>The two boys mutter profanities under their breath as they get herded back closer to the school by the vice principal.
>She’s in like, what, her 30s and she’s acting like she’s in her mid 50s?
>Maybe it’s some kind of power trip.
>”I don’t want this happening again.” Vice Principal Luna acts like these guys were planning a robbery or some shit.
>They already know there’s no point in arguing with her, she’s just going to bitch at them some more.
>Two freshmen who were also tossing around a football more closer to the school saw the whole scene, as well as what Luna was doing right beforehand, and obediently stay as close to the school as they can after Luna menacingly curls her finger at them to do as she says as well.
>She’s definitely enjoying the power trip, at least so it seems in the eyes of the students.
>Now back to what she was already doing, Vice Principal Luna takes Sweet Leaf and Treehugger in to her office after having caught them in the act of doing something that’s probably already obvious.
>The boys as recess are left behind, and Luna walks through the halls.
>She sighs to herself in anger and anguish as her job bears down on her more and more, wearing her down as well as her current situation only makes it harder to deal with.
>Takes the two delinquent girls down to her office as she wonders how bad if it would be if she tried to get her older sister to deal with all this stuff instead.
>After taking them inside, she sits them down in her office and sits at her desk.
>”So can you tell me why you’re here?” She asks them.
>The two stoner girls stare back remembering everything that happened from their point of view.
~
>There was this beautiful bridge that spanned over the football and track field that Sweet Leaf and Treehugger was skipping across.
>There were stars in the sky and flowers in the grass.
>The two girls didn’t even discover it until they unveiled the magic sacred secret key they huffed smoke form, unlocking their minds to the rest of the world that was already around them without them realizing it before.
>The two of them waved hello at passerby from the top of the bridge before following it over a moat with some clouds all the way to a royal castle.
>The drawbridge was opened and they stepped inside.
>Two minutes later, they closed the drawbridge behind them.
>Trying to see if they could use the keys to completely shift the outside world once more into a new landscape.
>To perhaps show this special key to more multiverse universes.
>The drawbridge suddenly opens, which is where Luna comes into the picture.
>…
>A tattle-tale freshman told Vice Principal Luna that he saw a couple of girls smoking weed on the school’s football field, dancing around.
>Luna walked over to one of the janitor closets that had the door slightly ajar and discovered Sweet Leaf and Treehugger inside with a thick cloud of smoke emerging from the inside.
>Sweet Leaf, caught, gazed up at Vice Principal Luna with reddened eyes. “Want a blunt?” She held the offering up to the vice principal.
~
>That’s pretty much how it went down, and Vice Principal Luna signs their papers for suspension and does everything else necessary for getting this process underway.
>This is getting to be too much to handle in one day, it’s just one thing after another with these students.
>Luna’s been struggling to keep her own urges under control, with a certain kind of magic spell having been cast over her that makes her have to restrain herself around some of the students whom she might be looking at the wrong way.
>And not in an anger type of way, a couple of male students that almost look handsome in her eyes.
>She’s been battling herself because of this type of libido enhancing spell, and that one male senior student has been getting on her nerves extra hard lately.
>And the day is barely halfway over.
>Everything is momentarily done, and then Luna goes back down to the cafeteria area right as the lunch period is about to end.
>The higher-ups really don’t pay her enough for thi-
>”Vice Principal! Vice Principal! Vice Principal!” The same tattle-tale freshman runs up to her, food stains on his shirt. “Those guys are throwing the football out too far again!”
>He points in the direction of the cafeteria, mouth gaping open like he just dropped he biggest bombshell.
>Luna grits her teeth in the face of this stress continuing on and on.
~
>You were just sitting at your table during lunch, being bored and drawing dicks all over your detention slip.
>”Hey, man. You wanna go throw this with me?” Thunderbass walks up to you.
“Hmm?”
>”Curly Winds doesn’t wanna get in trouble, wanna stand in?”
“What happened?”
>”VP Luna’s being a bitch again. But she already left to her office for whatever reason and the period’s gonna end soon anyway.”
“I see.”
>With that, the two of you take the football out to the grassy area but still kind of stay close in anyway as you begin passing the ball back and forth.
>But you insist on going further out until instead moving down the outer wall of the school which is technically closer but still around the corner from where the other students are sitting around eating.
>”Uh oh! Uh oh!” One of the freshmen gets up from his seat after having been watching you like a hawk. “She said you can’t do that!” He starts pointing and gasping with his sandwich in hand and chewing some in his mouth.
“Fuck off.” You scoff.
>”You heard what she said! You can’t do that here!” He walks up to the two of you.
>Thunderbass cringes at him.
“I said fuck off already.”
>”You are breaking the rules, though!” He’s like two feet away now.
>Quickly chuck the football at him before he had enough time to think to catch it.
>It hits his hands and chest, causing his sandwich to get blown apart and splatter all over his shirt. “Ow!”
>Pick up the football after it rolls back to you.
>Thunderbass chuckles as the two of you continue out to the field to pass the football back and forth.
>”So uh, is it true?” Thunderbass asks you in between passes.
“Is what true?”
>”I won’t tell anyone but was it you in the school at night last week?”
“Yeah.” You say with a smile.
>”Is it true you actually heard ghosts in the hallways?”
>He can tell from the look on your face that the answer is yes whether you say it or not. “Dude, were there?”
>You raise your eyebrows and nod at him.
>”Were there really?”
“Dunno if it was ghosts, but it wasn’t Luna’s voice I heard. Wasn’t the janitor’s voice either.”
>Thunderbass seems really intrigued about this, and it’s not like you care all that much anyway.
>This conversation goes on for a couple of minutes towards the end of the lunch period before you and Thunderbass see the same freshman from before just around the corner of part of the outside of the school.
>”They’re over there! Over there!” He gapes and points his finger.
>Vice Principal Luna emerges from behind him momentarily after, looking absolutely pissed that she has to deal with this again.
>The football ended up in your hands last.
>Thunderbass growls over at the freshman kid who told on the two of you then turns to Luna. “We’re not even far away this time!”
>”I don’t care!” Luna responds then turns to you. “Give me the ball.”
>You back away as Thunderbass angrily pursues the freshman you’re too struck by Luna to care about.
>The other two disappear behind the corner; Luna looks absolutely done with your shit.
>She holds out her hand. “Give it to me!”
>…
>”NOW!”
>Right as Thunderbass returns after chasing the freshman away, he catches a glimpse of you chucking the ball directly at Vice Principal Luna in a fit of horny rage, aiming for the front of her pants.
>But you miss and the ball careens towards her face, but barely misses by inches as she dodges.
>Thunderbass widens his eyes and holds in an eruption of laughter, puffing his cheeks out as Luna’s cheeks on her face turn red.
>You stand there and stare at Vice Principal Luna, and she stares back.
>Your friend has already left to go tell all the bros what just happened.
~
>All the dicks you drew all over your detention slip were done in pencil, but Vice Principal Luna doesn’t bother erasing them.
>It’s already clear you’re going to be seeing her after school, at very most.
>You got to be called back into her office again, but it doesn’t seem like Luna made it known what you did with the football.
>Does she even want to punish you?
>Everything she tells you as you’re sitting there in the chair has to do with going around the corner of the outside of the school when you were told not to.
>In your own defense, you weren’t there when she was there to tell the other guys what to do and what not to do.
>It’s quite obviously a non-issue that Luna’s using to make you stop stressing her out, but you can’t help but notice the way her eyes are piercing at you once more.
>That’s really the only thing you notice, and will be the only thing you will remember from this point on after leaving her office.
>Aside everything else ABOUT her.
>The way her vibrant naturally blue hair gently falls to her shoulders, arms and back and flows in elegant waves.
>The smooth, silky skin of her hands arms and neck, looking so warm and caress-able as her clingy semi-formal top neatly wraps itself around her body and rubs against her skin underneath when she moves.
>Her kissable lips slightly frowning over at you in such a cute and sexy way.
>You saw the edges of those lips try not to curve up into an involuntary smile when she saw all the dicks you drew on your detention slip; there’s something about the way it made her eyes light up with what she might have thought it implied.
>She knows that you knew she’d see it anyway.
>And yet, nothing in her punishment she’s delivering to you has anything to do with the football being thrown at her.
>She wants to keep you around, you just know it.
>You don’t have any solid evidence, but you can just sense that there’s something about you she doesn’t hate as much as she wants to.
>Just like how there isn’t anything about Vice Principal Luna that you hate anywhere near as much as you wish you could.
>This incident is only the tip of the iceberg, because Vice Principal Luna has always been a bitch to your friends at school.
>You’ve just been pretending like it either didn’t matter or didn’t happen.
>She would take it out on their attendance record if they were one minute late to homeroom because their books happened to fall in the hallway or something and they had to pick everything up first.
>She would kick everyone out of the school in a hasty manner if they were staying at their after school clubs too long, just five minutes after they ended and everyone was just casually talking on their way out anyway.
>She really wanted everyone out of the school so she could be completely alone as night fell.
>Does she not get any alone time when she’s back at home?
>She has the look of a young woman who can’t have any fun of her own, so she takes away everyone else’s fun so she’s not alone.
>But she also looks at you like a Tiger ready to pounce on an Impala in the grass.
>There’s something very enticingly predatory about Vice Principal Luna that makes you only want to get in trouble with her even more than ever before, in addition to more than everyone else in your friend group who hates her with a burning passion because she ruins their fun.
>”Do I make myself clear?”
“Wha, huh?” You’re snapped out of your trance as she raises her 
>”Every day for the rest of the week. You’re staying after. Understood?”
“Y-yeah.”
>Was she genuinely pleased to say that? You were more than pleased to hear it the second time she had to repeat it.
>That way her voice got very slightly raspy for a brief half second, breaking her tone a little bit, that really got to you.
>It’s the kind of thing you’d expect to hear if she was lying in bed next to you, her hair even messier than how it is right now, gracefully falling around her shoulders and onto the pillow as her delighted exhaustion puts so much carefree character into her voice.
>Luna clears her throat and then continues. “Now go.” Her voice returns to the clear and commanding tone that matches her piercing gaze.
>You have to turn away from her to keep your erection in your pants from being obvious to her as you stand up.
>…
>Figure you might as well sleep right now in study hall before having to sit in detention under Vice Principal Luna’s supervision.
>Considering what happened last time, you’d rather stay on guard when in that desk.
>”She didn’t even suspend you again?” Thunderbass asks. “The fuck?”
>You speak back and forth with your in-school friends, realizing all of the “clout” you’ve just gained with them.
>About three of them are sitting with you in study hall, and they are absolutely thrilled that you chucked the football “at her face” even though that wasn’t your intention.
>You lower your hoodie over your eyes and drift off to sleep in the seat like the champ you are, with your friends now texting about whatever random thing their short attention spans brought them to.
>…
>You’re back in the school hallway from the previous dream.
>Wandering around aimlessly with your arms and legs feeling as weak as spaghetti noodles, almost to the point where you feel as though you might as well be floating around via levitation.
>”Trying to impress your friends, huh?”
>You already know that voice.
>Slowly turn around in a floating manner, in the same spot of the hallway as you were last dream, now becoming 100% lucid with complete awareness that you are currently dreaming.
“What do you want from me?” You say the most movie-line thing your brain can muster.
>”What do I want from YOU? What so YOU want from ME? I want some peace and quiet and you keep making my job harder than it needs to be!”
>She looks REALLY on edge.
>”I don’t want you acting up when I have to keep you cooped up in the classroom with me. You’ve gotten out of control.”
“Fuck you! I do what I want!” You hold nothing about your sentiment back, no filters. “I don’t wanna stay in school anyway! I don’t give a fuuuuuck!”
>”Oh you’re going to do EVERYTHING I want. I guarantee that.” Vice Principal Luna steps towards you, pulling out the detention slip. “I’ve subdued the likes of you before. You don’t stand a chance.”
>You notice all of the dick drawings you had drawn on the detention slip.
>”You think this is funny, huh?”
“Yeah, so?” You have to stop yourself from glancing down at her chest.
>That super enticing thing about Vice Principal Luna is starting to get to you again, and it’s even stronger when affecting you now that you’re in her realm.
>You’ve already taken off running, this time with no one to act as your decoy to leave behind.
>And you have a sinking feeling that you’re not going to get to wake up early before anything too irreversible is done in your brain.
>You just fell asleep like twenty seconds ago, there’s no way that bell on the wall that only just now appeared is going to ring any time soon.
>As you run away, your mind races trying to think of a way to use dream logic to your advantage.
>Turn a corner into a hallway with lockers that looks like it goes on for half a mile or more.
>If you can’t wake up out of this situation like pressing a quit button, then what’s the next best thing you can do?
>Teleportation?
>You’re lucky enough that your running hasn’t slowed down.
>But it’s probably lucidity that helped with that.
>You know for a fact that you’re really just still asleep in study hall with the presence of your bros to protect you.
>It wasn’t that far into the period when you fell asleep; got about 30 minutes to go.
>Not only that, but they hate Vice Principal Luna, so they’ll wake you up for you if Luna enters the room in the real world.
>You’re safe as long as you keep yourself safe in the dream world.
>Start to run faster and faster down the hallway, now achieving inhuman levels of speed.
>Damn, you wish you could do this in your dreams more often.
>Start to reach the end of this hallway, seeing an intersecting hallway with the same thing: lockers and classroom doors lining each side with probably none of the doors being open.
>But you momentarily notice Vice Principal Luna stride into view from around the corner, waiting right there for you.
>How are you going to escape a world she controls?
>Try to come to a screeching halt, but the floor has become slippery enough for you to maintain your current velocity sliding towards Luna who’s still standing there waiting for you.
>There’s something about her eyes that you slightly recognize, but it’s only her eyes.
>Her pupils have become sharp and vertical, and her irises are glowing a brighter turquoise.
>This is all in the brief moment you’re slipping towards her on the floor, and you reach your arm out and grab onto a locker, puncturing it with semi-super strength.
>Turn yourself around and start springing in the other direction.
>Whatever you do, don’t let her get your pants off.
>There begins to be an incline in the hallway, and it become steeper and steeper against you as you continue to run.
>You’re trying as hard as you can to go uphill, now at a 45 degree angle where you no longer can run against the slippery floor and start sliding back down towards Vice Principal Luna.
>Puncture another locker before she gets you to slip too far in her direction, and it opens for you.
>The hallways continues to tilt more and more until it has become a completely vertical shaft like that of an elevator.
>Pull yourself up into the locker before Luna makes your arms weaken too much to do so. But you’re already up inside of the crawlspace by the time this happened, and you begin to make your way towards the far end of this surprisingly deep locker.
>At this point, it’s your brain versus Luna’s brain.
>Part of you begins to have fears about Luna appearing right behind you in this super tight space and catching up to you.
>And that’s all it would take to make your brain cause her to appear right there behind you out of the control you also have that can be manipulated against you.
>You know it’s coming either way.
>In the back of your mind, where the control center for dreams probably is anyway, you know it’s only a matter of when and not a matter of if.
>You just need to wake yourself up, or do something to get your school friends to wake you up out of concern.
>If you can get yourself to jolt around enough in your seat, they’ll probably grab your shoulder and shake you around after thinking there’s something wrong.
>”You do know I’m gonna getcha, right?” Luna’s much closer than expected voice gets excited and playful.
>She sounds even more aggressive now.
>Look back at those glowing eyes of her, now accompanied by a set of sharp teeth in her hungry grin.
>She still has that detention slip in har hand as she quickly crawls after you.
>Escape just slightly faster than she does, soon crawling out of what turned out to be an open air vent or something that leads into a more open area.
>This doesn’t look like the school, though.
>You tumble down a ladder that leads to a floor of damp carpet.
>The green-ish walls of Canterlot High have been replace by dingy yellow walls of whatever this place is.
>Look at all those fluorescent lights overhead.
>Who the fuck is gonna pay for this place’s electric bill?
>”I don’t have to summon anything this time. I’ll just do it myself!” Nightmare Moon’s voice sends a shiver up your spine.
>You barely looked back for a half second to see her eyes and sharp grin glowing in the dark square in the wall.
>Wherever it was you just crossed into, you already know that you’re going to have a hard time finding your way around.
>So many corners and turns, each room or corridor leading to an equally confusing room or corridor with the same dull hum of the fluorescent lights overhead.
“Ah fuck, this fucking place? Really?” You finally realize as you race around trying to lose Luna. “Just because my classmates thought this is cool doesn’t mean I do!”
>Still, it’s not like you’re gonna just FIND your way out of here.
>Luna did this on purpose, insulting you by lumping you together with your fellow high schoolers and their opinions with this dream she’s turning into a nightmare.
>You’ve crossed over into something completely different and now you’re trapped in an endless maze of cringe.
>Turning corner after corner, you realize that you don’t hear Luna following you with her taunts anymore, but have a feeling she has the ability to just appear in front of you at any time.
>Do you even have a way out of this?