Disclaimer: Anon is 18 in this story.
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You are the cool, competent, and capable Principal Celestia. You thought after the demon, the sirens, and the god-transfer-student, you were prepared for anything. You were wrong.

"Good morning, Miss Celestia. Might I say your hair is looking quite lustrous today?"

You smile mildly at Anonymous F. Aggot, struggling to remain professionally distant.

"Thank you, a-"

You catch yourself.

"Mr. Aggot. Is there a particular reason why you are waiting outside my office?"

He gazes at you with a very earnest expression.

"Yes, I was hoping to get your impressions on a club I want to set up. I know you are very busy, but it shouldn't take too much time."

Anonymous absently tugs at the hem of his shirt, pulling it taught across his lithe muscular torso. You tear your eyes away from the spectacle, focusing on unlocking your door.

"I suppose I can spare some time."

You glance to either side, the hallway is vacant except for the two of you. You open the door, holding it for him.

"Lords first."

He smiles at that, and slips into your office with a beguiling sway to his hips. You close the door behind you, feeling a little nervous at the prospect of being alone in a room with the nubile young man. You stride forcefully behind your desk and get settled, skimming a note you had left to yourself the day before, and moving some paperwork to the side. Only then did you meet his eyes again.

"Now, what is your idea for a club?"

He leans forward, elbows on his knees. The neckline of his unbuttoned polo shirt hangs loose, offering tantalizing glimpses of his pectoral muscles.

"It's too easy nowadays to fall into unhealthy habits, be that eating, exercise, or what have you."

Anonymous clasps his hands together, the subtle chords in his forearms flexing. Your eyes jerk back to his earnest, impassioned face. You nod encouragingly, ignoring the bloom of heat in your stomach.

"And while the physical education and health classes do teach good principles, they do too little to train good habits. What I propose is a life fitness club, with both a comprehensive curriculum and regular activities to cultivate a healthier lifestyle."

You lean back, considering the prospect.

"So, exercise, cooking, positive thinking, that sort of thing?"

He smiles.

"Indeed. I was also thinking that there could be a sharing time, where we talk about what has been working for us. It'll help bring us all closer together."

What a typically boyish idea, but there is nothing wrong with it.

"It sounds like you have really thought this through. Do you have any prospective members, or do you need time to recruit?"

Anonymous pulls a paper from his backpack and sets it on your desk.

"I believe the minimum requirement is five members, counting myself?"

You glance across the signatures. Rainbow Dash and Applejack, no surprise there. Big Mac, isn't he a senior? The boy has some decent growth on him, you suppose he would be a good example for the group. Rarity, though, you have some suspicions about her motives. Well, it's not like you were completely innocent when you were their age. You set the paper aside and smile at the young man.

"Everything seems to be in order. We'll let you know by the end of the day what rooms and times are available after school. One last thing, do you have a club councilor in mind?"

Anonymous smiles shyly at you.

"Honestly, I wish you could take that position. I've always admired how fit and toned your body is. I suppose I could ask coach Spitfire, but I know she has a lot of sports clubs to handle."

You are suddenly very aware of your body, and the way Anonymous' gaze is drifting. You lick your lips, crossing and uncrossing your legs under the desk.

"I'm afraid both she and I have little enough time for this sort of thing. Think about it, and I'll see if a faculty member will volunteer."

You stand up, your arm starting to swing forward for a handshake. In a fit of boyish whimsy, Anonymous stands and embraces you, his arms clasped behind your back, your now sensitive breasts pressed against the firm planes of his chest.

"Thank you so much, Principal Celestia!"

You awkwardly pat him on the back, desperately hoping no one sees this compromising display.

"You are welcome, Anonymous."

He gives you a little squeeze, his warmth melting into yours for a brief moment. Then he pulls away, leaving you both warm and oddly cold, and unsteady.

"Thank you once again for meeting with me. Have a nice day!"

You nod.

"It's no trouble. A good day to you too."

Anonymous grins and walks away, swaying a bit more noticeably than before. You sink into your chair, feeling loose and warm in all the right ways. No, you were not prepared for this.