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A Full Moon By Dark Chocolate
Streaker(s) EQG Vice Principal Luna

I sit at my desk, stirring my coffee with a small straw. I prop my head up with one arm, as I stare absently at the dark brown lifewater in my cup. Cadence reclines in a chair, with her feet propped up on my desk. I sigh “I...guess I could just stay at the school for a few days. I mean I need to help for the party tonight anyways.” Cadence has her hands clasped behind her head. She stares up at the ceiling, “Are your neighbors really that noisy?”

I grit my teeth and grunt, “It’s beers and roughhousing for like two days straight. I wouldn’t be able to catch a wink.” Cadence nods a few times, balancing a pencil on her upper lip.

I get up, taking my coffee with me. I exit my office and give Cadence a tiny wave before leaving. As I enter the gym, I’m about to turn right to head to the auditorium. I stare at the locker rooms, almost fantasizing about the feeling of being clean. I check my watch, “Mmmmm, I got time, a shower wouldn’t hurt.” I tell myself.

I mindlessly walk into the bathroom, completely worn out from all the preparations for tonight's dance. I take off my clothes and set them on a bench, before heading to the very last shower. There were walls separating each unit, so you got a decent amount of privacy. I crank the shower to hot, and gasp in awe as the water runs across my nipples. Just for fun, I shake my breasts back and forth, almost feeling as if the hot water was my secret lover.

I hear a few voices that catch my ear. I do my best to shrug them off, but something about it sends a tiny shiver up my spine. My jaw slowly opens as I hear the voices of four boys just outside.

I crank off the water as my blood freezes. Did I just seriously walk into the guy's locker room?! My heart starts pounding. The last thing I needed was to be some story a bunch of boys tell each other. I imagine all the stares I would get as every boy in the entire school would eye me up and down, wondering what I looked like without any clothes on. I feel my temples start to throb with anxiety.

I take a deep breath, “It’s ok, just remain quiet, I’m sure they’ll leave.” I tell myself. At least I had time to shower off the soap. I hear them discuss normal boy stuff until my mouth hangs open. “Dude...are...are these girl’s clothes?!” I grit my teeth and my eyes grow wide: all my clothing...I had set it down at the entrance. I quietly smack my forehead. Great, there were now five boys going through my clothing.

I sat on the floor, hugging my knees, and gripping my arms. I shake my head back and forth as i listen to them drool over everything.

“Oh my god dude, this bra’s a size DD! They must be huge!”

I hear another boy sniff something, “Aw man her panties smell like lavender!”

I rub my face, as my cheeks burned. Of all the days, it had to be today.

I hold my face in my hands as if my entire private life was out for every horny teenage boy to see.

“Aw dude are you seriously rubbing her underwear all over you chest?”

“I can’t help it man! I love a good pair of panties!”

I start biting my nail. It felt like they were actually getting off to me, which they pretty much were. My stomach churned a bit, hearing them pick up my clothing, one piece after another, and either commenting on it, or doing god only knows what.

I start getting cold, and my hard nipples start getting sore after a bit. “I cannot believe this crap. Will you just go already?!” I yell in my head. I hear something moderately heavy and plastic hit the floor. My stomach flips as I realize it’s my cellphone, complete with all the wonderful photos I had been sending to a special someone. I cross my fingers, “Please tell me I relocked my phone…” I hear it flip open. A few beeps and I hear a chorus of perverted groans.

I almost pull my hair out, “This is not happening!” I imagine all four boys sitting at home, playing with themselves to my body. They pleasure themselves to every exposed inch. Yes, teenage boys did masterbate, but why to me?! That’s what porn was for! I’m not some piece of meat for your enjoyment!” I scream internally.

I hear the nightmarish shuffling of my clothes as they laugh to themselves, taking my only form of privacy with them. After I hear the door shut, I peek around the wall. No one’s here. I creep to the front door like a secret agent, hoping there’s not a random person hiding nearby. I hold the main door open just enough to see everyone across the gym. They’re all huddled around my clothes, and now there’s two other boys as well. My skin crawls knowing that eventually I’d have to go out there.

I see my phone being handed around. Every last exclusive photo was now going to be involved in some sick fantasy involving me and my body. The thought of them ogling my ass, my breasts, anything, made me sick. They had no right to invade my life like that!

I do my best to creep around the outside of the gym, hiding behind various equipment. I start shivering. I was slowly realizing getting all the way to Cadence’s office probably wasn’t going to happen. I had to find something immediately. I rub my arms freezing. I glance around and see a tarp in the corner. I inhale, as it’s all the way across the gym, with almost no cover.

I wait a bit, feeling every bead of water slowly trickle down my breasts. I see everyone grouped up. I wait eagerly for their backs to be turned. Right as they stand in their little circle talking, I hear a loud gasp behind me.

“Daaaaamn Luna!” I turn around as one of the basketball players eyed me suggestively. I do my best to hug my legs, trying to hide anything I could. My stomach flips as he calls to his friends. I quickly dart to a pile of wrestling mats before they turn around.

He waves his arms franticly, “Guys you gotta come see this!” I peek from behind the mats just enough to see the horde of boys walking over, compelled with curiosity. I grit my teeth as my eyes widen. I sigh “They’re already coming, i might as well make a run for it.” I dash over to the tarp and began tugging at it furiously. I hear laughing and moaning as every boy admires my behind. It takes everything not to instinctively cover myself with my arms.

I get most of the tarp loose, but slip and fall from all the water that was still on me. Whistles erupt from the gang of boys as they watch my breasts jiggle with every hard tug. I hear a few clicks of phones. I turn around, my face ablaze with anger and humiliation. I wrap what I can around me, but the tarp isn’t free enough for me to move.

I do my best to sue my teacher voice, “G-give me those cellphones right now!” I get laughter in response. I reach out with my hand to try and grab the nearest phone. The tarp swings to the left, revealing my body again. I sigh in shame, “Will one of you please give me a hand?!”

I hear another gasp “Were those your clothes we found in the locker room?!”
My eyes bulge as a few of them are holding articles of my clothing.

A blonde haired boy holds my bra, “Jesus, can you believe those huge things fit in here?!”

He holds it out for me to grab but yanks it away as soon as my fingers even come close to brushing it. I take one desperate lunge for it. The tarp slips from my grasp, and I’m left an exposed bouncing mess in front of the gang.

I turn around and start gathering up the tarp again. “God look at those buns!” I feel a hand gently smack my right cheek. I whirl around in horror, engaged in a brutal tug of war between the tarp, my only means of privacy, and a horde of boys eager to get their fill in. I clamp an arm across my breasts and another to cover my shaven pussy.

“Please just give me my bra!” I shriek in embarrassment. The blonde haired boy stuffs it down the front of his pants. I can’t help but notice the bulges forming in everyone’s jeans. I shudder, knowing that I’d be the subject of multiple fantasies later that night. “Just...just stop staring already!”

I turn around and tug on the tarp again, finally pulling it free. I drape it over my shoulders, and run for a door. I step on a loose corner and fall over. Whistles erupt as my bare ass laid exposed for all to see. “Kill me now…” I thought to myself. What was Celestia going to think? That I’m some sick pervert wanting to show off for every horny teenager in the school? My mind flashes to the cellphones, knowing I’d be immortalized on some website.

A few tears make their way down my cheeks. I wanted to either escape, or just turn invisible, anything to escape all the whistling and cat calls. Every shred of dignity was slowly leaving me, as I became the erotic chew toy in the gym. Every part of me wanted to climb into an air vent and disappear, unable to take it any longer. I muster up what little pride i have left, wrap the tarp around me, and stomp to the door. I cry in horror as the doors don’t budge.

I cover my face with my hands, trying to pretend I didn’t exist. The hungry gawking of every boy in the room gnawed at me. I wanted to just throw in the towel, and let them get off to me, just to have it over with. The thought of being able to sit at home, away from this nightmare, was becoming harder and harder to believe.

I hear the blonde kid laugh “Looks like Ms.Ballontits doesn’t remember how to open doors!” He’s backed up by a chorus of laughter. I stomp across the room, accompanied by the horrible dragging sound of the tarp. It felt as if I was traveling under a spotlight. I hang my head as I walk, trying to tune out the hungry groans of these neanderthals that thought my privacy was so damn funny.

I get to the doubledoors and with the last tattered pieces of my pride, they open. I should have looked first. Oh God why didn’t I look first!? I stare face with Cadence. Her eyes quickly dart to my chest. I had completely let go of the tarp, just wanting to throw open the doors and be done with this nightmare.

Cadence looks horrified, “Are you seriously strutting around the gym without your clothes off?!” I’m stunned. I feel my heart almost pound out of my chest. Before I can protest, a boy and girl carrying supplies to the gym pass by. They both freeze. My blood turns to ice as their eyes look over every last inch of me. My scorching cheeks are my only response. Cadence shakes her head a few times, “Vice Principal Luna, this is...beyond ok. We have kids all over this school, you can’t just strut around like it’s ok to be completely naked. Get to the office, and we’ll discuss this further.”

I hang my head. Not even Cadence was on my side.

Cadence, “And leave the tarp in the gym, we need it for painting.”

I take a left down the hall. I had thought that six boys constantly admiring my ass in the gym was bad. I thought desperately marching around, trying hopelessly to escape, having nothing but a random tarp to protect my exterior was bad. But everything hit a new level of humiliation, when I take a right to go to my office.

The hallway is filled with kids, who are busy taping up random posters for the dance. One by one, a student will stop what they’re doing and stare. Their partner does the same. One by one, a new pair of eyes violates my body. I don’t want to act ashamed. I don’t want to act embarrassed. As more and more eyes fall on me, I hear the whispers. I can’t take it anymore, as my arms shoot up to my body, covering my chest and my pussy.

I walk faster as I hear snickering. “Look at her ass!” I hear one girl whisper pervertedly. My steps are as wide as their gonna get. The uncomfortable sensation of my breasts bouncing up and down with every power step makes me even more self-conscious. As I almost jog out of the hallway, I’m unable to keep my girls contained. They bounce so hard, they begin slipping from my arm.

I take another right, and yet again I’m faced with tragedy. Multiple parents stand at the entrance to the school. They had dropped off their kids for the night, and were conversing before leaving. “Anything but the parents!” I scream in my head. I could hear the rumors now, “Vice Principal Luna, the school streaker.”

They say nothing, but their open-mouthed gawking is all I need. A few smiles creep onto their faces as they enjoy having the most intimate part of my life exposed for all to see. I start to shudder, feeling every pair of eyes examining my breasts and pussy. I tense my jaw in discomfort.
I can’t take it anymore. I cover my face with my hands and sprint across the lobby, my breasts bouncing all over the place.

Every time I saw one of them enjoying my ass, I feel as if they just might as well grope me. I run as fast as I can, running into new faces at every turn. Reliving my trip down the rabbit hole all over again. Every new pair of eyes was another dagger to what shred of pride I had left. In my fit of running, I somehow find my office, and slip inside. I wait there quietly for what seems like forever. Cadence eventually knocks and enters.

I huddle behind my desk, as she slowly walks around trying to find me. I hear her highheels stop, and a small sigh escapes her mouth. “There’s extra clothes in the auditorium dressing room. Come with me and we’ll find you something to wear…” She gives me her blazer for a small shred of comfort. She peeks her head out into the hall way to check for people.

When the coast is clear, we make a break for the stage. I say glued behind her. We take the long way where there are no people to my relief. We walk up to a red door for cast members to enter. He opens it, and after a quick scan, leads me to a box slightly bigger than I am. She motions to it “There’s an outfit in there that will fit you. I’ll go grab a replacement while you get dressed.” I sigh in relief, but she still stands there with that strange stonecold face.

I open the box and step inside like my own private changing room. The door slams shut behind me and I hear a few locks engage. It quickly becomes apparent that there are no clothes in here for me to change into. I knock lightly, trying to get Cadence’s attention. A few silent minutes go by. I knock again, “Where the hell is she?” I hear numerous voices. I grab my chest and pussy automatically, worried they’re going to open the box.

The voices grow more and more numerous as I realize it’s the crowd for the dance entering the auditorium for Trixie’s magic show. I hear Cadence whispering excitedly to someone but I can’t make it out over the murmur of the audience. I feel the box tilt back, and I fall against it. Squeaking wheels accompany me, as I can hear the crowd better. I start to panic, “I’m being wheeled on stage!” My eyes dart around for anything. Could I perhaps tear off the lining inside the box for cover?!

My blind searching proves futile. Was there a secret escape lever for the back? Maybe there was a mechanism that opens the back. More frantic searching. I hear Cadence begin her little “Welcome to Trixie's Stupendous, Marvelous, Magic Show” speech. I search as quickly as possible, knowing I have only a few moments before she begins.

I can’t find any device, and my brain begins to freak out. There had to be something! It’s a friggin magic box! Right? It’s not just a trunk? I want to vomit in defeat as I hear Trixie’s first words, “Thank you thank you! Now to get things started, I’ll need a few supplies!” I hear her walk over to the trunk. “Please God, no!” I change tactic and try to find something to hold onto. Maybe I can stop her from opening it! I find some loose lining and hold onto it for dear life.

The sickening sound of the metal locks being opening might as well be someone loading a gun to point at my head. “No...not the entire school. Anything but that!” I hear her tug a bit, as she tries to open the trunk. The lining I hold on to does it’s job for a few brief seconds, before tearing.

I’m blinded by lights, and surrounded by gasps. The audience goes quiet. I stumble out of the box, as Cadence gives it a hard shove. I stand on stage, my entire body lit up like a christmas tree. My skin goes cold, both from the air, and the complete terror. Every pair of eyes watches me, searching me, examining me. I stood there, naked, revealed, invaded. I hear Cadence behind me,

“That’s for flirting with Shining Armor at the last dance, slut.”

My skin crawls as I begin to hear a mix of snickering and cat calls. As a final nail in my coffin, the audience erupts in a mix of howling laughter and perverted whistling. I look over my shoulder, and a small horde of faculty members blocked the red door I came in on, as they stare at me.

I grit my teeth and shut my eyes, trying to pretend I was anywhere else. The audience pulls me out of it. In complete shame, I sprint up the aisles. My breasts bounce furiously. A few hands manage to slap my ass on my way up. A few fingers brush against my pussy as everyone tries to get a feel. Every part of me tries to summon some type of urge to teleport. I slow down to a simple jog a my legs begin to burn. My name gets called several times seductively. Sharp whistles tear through and destroy the tiny bit of pride I have left.

I shove open the double doors, and sprint to my car with every last ounce of strength. I blitz past the parents at the front again, who were still talking with each other. I just don’t care anymore. I run past, bumping into almost everyone in my path, unable to take the shame anymore. As I stand at my vehicle, multiple eyes feel up my backside. I grab the spare key from its magnetic holder above the front left wheel.

I get in, crank up the music, and drive home completely naked, doing my best to avoid eye contact with everyone stopped next to me at each red light.