Student and Teacher, Servant and Mistress, Citizen and Ruler, Friend and...Lover?
Fair warning: Somewhat saucy content!
Sequel to Mardi Gras
by Fuzzyfurvert
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Warm, golden, fluorescent lighting flickered to life in the expansive bathroom of the hotel’s presidential suite. It cast soft shadows over the executive quality tile work, sparkled on the polished chrome of fixtures in the dual sinks and glinted off the multitude of cheap plastic beads that hung heavily from her throat. More shadows gathered in the hollow area between her breasts, emphasizing the depths of her cleavage even more so than the wonder bra she wore already accomplished. Accent lighting in the corners and under the lip of the countertop kept the light from being too harsh and chased away the deepest darkness.
Celestia, Principal of Canterlot High School and suite’s sole listed occupant, tossed her small hand purse next to the sink and brushed a strand of her hair from her eyes. Her reflection in the enormous mirror looked good. Like, really good. The heat and humidity of a Louisiana night during Mardi Gras had only served to make her skin glow and bead with a little sweat. Her hair was a wavy sheet of rainbow colors and covered one eye artfully enough to mistaken for intentional styling. The smart business jacket and comfortable blouse, paired with the skirt she’d picked purely based on the oppressive Southern heat, made her look like an adult film star.
And just my luck, MILFs are far too popular these days. Celestia shook more of her hair out of her face and leaned forward, bracing herself on the counter to examine her mirror-self closer. Is it any wonder I made it back here with all of these beads? Or a visitor?
She glanced to the side, watching the young woman who’d joined her for an elevator ride a few minutes earlier examine the rest of the hotel suite. Twilight was a former student at Canterlot High, a exceedingly bright mind with an equally bright future ahead of her and caught up in the last summer before starting her collegiate career. Twilight was dressed simply in a light t-shirt and jeans that hugged her own curves. With Twilight’s long hair pulled back in a basic ponytail and her bra-less chest playing peek-a-boo though the shirt’s cotton, she looked very much like another porn stereotype.
Celestia studied Twilight. Traced the lines of those healthy legs with her eyes while Twilight wandered unawares through the suite’s main room. Am I really going to do this? Show her my… She looked back down at herself. It’s not like I didn’t just do that in public for hundreds of people in the French Quarter. But this is different, isn’t it?
Private.
With a former student. A quiet voice in her mind reminded her that it had been Twilight that asked. It had been Twilight that offered her all of the beads she had in exchange for a ‘lesson’ in how to flash without losing all of her modesty or underwear. “But I was the one who stupidly said ‘yes.’”
In the main room, Twilight looked up, hearing her speak despite the quiet tone. The girl shifted awkwardly, suddenly seeming to realize just where she was and why she was there.
Celestia turned on the water in the sink, distracting herself and splashed the cool liquid onto her face. She was lying to herself if she denied that the request to teach her technique hadn’t tickled a very deep set, old fantasy of hers. Being a school administrator gave her few opportunities to actually teach, and now a perfect storm of coinciding chances had delivered to her, her greatest desire with almost no strings attached. If only that nagging feeling of guilt would go away.
“Um...Miss...C-Celestia?”
“I’ll be just a moment.”
Celestia splashed more water into her eyes and washed away the light make-up there until her face felt clean and refreshed. When she looked up again, it wasn’t the principal of a high school that looked back from the mirror. It wasn’t a middle aged, glorified civil servant with too much education for such a stifling career. It wasn’t even regular, everyday laughingstock-of-a-personal-life Celestia. It was a sex goddess in her prime. The woman looking back at her was blessed with an ageless form that had been the envy of practically every other female she’d ever met. She was confident. She was commanding. She was every naughty school teacher or office lady fantasy rolled into one.
The goddess in her was hungry. Starving for the sort of worship the girl in the next room over could give her.
Celestia smiled lightly, drying her face with a small hand towel and giving herself one last appraising look in the mirror. “Yeah, I’m really going to do this.” She straightened up and turned back toward Twilight, reaching up to grab the top of the bathroom door frame and lean suggestively against it.
“Ready for your lessons, Miss Sparkle?” She took a deep breath and started across the carpeted floor with an exaggerated sway to her hips. The way the younger woman’s eyes locked on her and the way Twilight’s breath caught in her throat was nectar to Celestia’s soul. She stalked up to Twilight and reached back to pull her hair aside and then her massive collection of Mardi Gras beads from off her shoulders.
“Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll start by outlining the basics?” She punctuated her sentence by tossing the bundle of plastic necklaces onto couch there and unbuttoning one more button on her blouse.
Twilight watched her every movement with ever widening eyes, the girl’s warring timid shyness and desire plain on her cute face. When that next stressed button released and revealed another inch of cleavage, Twilight’s already shaky knees gave way and she sank obediently into the plush furniture. She spared her own beads—clutched tightly in her fist—a glance and tried in vain to swallow her heart back into her chest. Celestia followed with a slow bend at the waist, a gripped the back of the seat behind Twilight’s shoulder. Her hair cascaded down her side to pool next to Twilight and Celestia smiled while she watched Twilight’s eye bounce back and forth.
“The first lesson, my student, is basic presentation. You must make sure that what you wish to reveal, can in fact, be seen.” Celestia leaned forward a bit more, forcing the shorter girl to lean back and Twilight’s breath to flutter rapidly. She had to give Twilight some credit though, the teen was holding her ground and wasn’t hyperventilating or blushing hard enough to give herself a nosebleed. Time to do something about that.
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Yes, yes, a thousands time yes!
I thought the Wonderbra was to make it look like women with small or average breasts had a larger rack?
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Yes, and when used on a larger set of breasts, it's like when worlds collide.
I am disappointed that this had to stop.
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It's already pushing the Teen rating limit. I have written more, I'm just not finished yet. When I am, I'll post the rest to the NSFW collab.
6761154 Wonderful.
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I'm not sure how, but the top fell off of your exclamation mark.
Did this just go all Fifty Shades of Celestia?
Anyway, this was pretty damn good!
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pffft...I might have to use that title at some point.
6993403 You should do eet!
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Well, one of the things you get with an open collab is the width and breadth of skill of a bunch of authors. The intent of this collab was to inspire, to get those of us who participated to write and write fast. Editing rarely happened because it wasn't expected or required. Which generated more than a few grammar and punctuation errors. I did a little bit of editing early on, but by the time we hit the 100th prompt, I gave it up as a lost cause.
Since the time these were written, plenty of these authors have gone onto bigger and better things and there skills where leveled up right here. But at the time...yeah, perfection was not something we aimed for.
The same goes for headcanons and characterizations. With it being open, we got all types. In the whole course of the collab, there was only one or two prompts that were rejected due to(among other things) characterization.