Be Principal Celestia chaperoning the Fall Formal in a fairly plain white dress. It always makes you feel old, watching these teenagers dance to songs you haven't heard of. This year is a bit different, though. You glare at Rarity as she flounces around Anon. Girls these days are so shameless, and the boys don't seem to mind. You know your parents said that the new dances of your time were too lewd, and now you suspect they had a point. Still, unless groping or worse happens, you'll hold back. The song ends, and Rarity moves on after whispering in his ear.

Almost immediately, Octavia pounces on Anon for the slow song. She at least knows how to dance, and they form a rather elegant pair on the dance floor. You feel rather proud of how well he's dancing, after all that practice. So why are you still irritated? You refill your cup from the punch bowl, and down half of it before the taste registers. Damn it, someone spiked the punch while you were distracted. You flag down Luna while making sure no one else goes for a refill.

"Trouble, sister?"

You grimace.

"Just some youthful high spirits, as it were. I just need you to keep an eye out while I replace the punch."

She nods, and you go get the little cart .

The outcome of the vote isn't all that surprising. You open the envelope.

"The Fall Formal President is...Sunset Shimmer!"

The girl is all smiles as she makes her way up, her cheeks fetchingly rosy from all the attention.

"And the Fall Formal First Lord is... Anonymous Aggot! Please give a round of applause to the executive couple!"

Smile, Celly, it'll be over soon enough. Anon comes to stand by Sunset, the boy seemingly oblivious to the jealous stares sent Sunset's way. After the clapping dies down, you grip the sides of the podium, bracing yourself for what comes next.

"Thank you, my little students. It's been a long and delightful night, but all good things must come to an end. Please join the presidential couple in one last dance."

Sunset eagerly leads Anon by the hand down to the dance floor, while Ms. Scratch cues up the final song. In the crowd, you see many couples shyly coming together, while lone individuals turn from painful scenes. It is a bittersweet sight, one you would usually appreciate... Except Sunset is pressing herself up against Anon for all she's worth. Thankfully the stage lights are turned off. You can scowl in relative obscurity, without fear of a student catching your expression and misunderstanding.

This isn't like you. You're usually much calmer. You're going to blame this little mood swing on the spiked punch, that's clearly the only reasonable explanation. Sunset drapes her arms across Anon's shoulders, her eyes half-lidded and smouldering. Don't fall for it, Anon, it's a trick! She just wants in your pants, nothing else! You aren't sure what Anon says, but it gives the girl pause. Sunset tilts her head and says something. Anon shakes his head. Sunset sags a bit, then draws back to a more appropriate distance, a bittersweet smile on her face. Anon, you are such a good boy. You relax, glad to see one of your male students stand up for himself. The songs comes to an end, and Sunset gives Anon a little curtsy before joining the gaggle of her friends.

Well, at least she's a good sport about it. Anon turns to you, swimming against the tide of exiting students. You meet him down on the floor.

"Congratulations, I wasn't aware you were actively campaigning."

He blushes.

"I wasn't, to be honest. Say, could we have one last dance? Not here but, well, you're the only one here that I really wanted to dance with."

Flatterer. Still, your cheeks are rather warm when you respond. Must be the punch.

"Where did you have in mind?"

He grins.

"Well, I'm always going to your house, how about we go to mine this time?"

You raise an eyebrow. Seems harmless enough, you suppose.

"I imagine your father wants to see the results of your practice. Very well, let's go."

Anon beams at you, seizing your hand and almost dragging you away.

When you pull into his driveway, you notice his father's car isn't there.

"Anonymous, is your father working this late? It's practically ten o'clock!"

Anon fingers the cuff of his suit jacket.

"He was promoted, so he's at a training conference in the next state over."

You turn off the car, trying to think and not to think. You have a feeling about what Anon is after. It's strange that such a good, wholesome boy is interested in an old Bachelorette like yourself. Maybe it's because he doesn't have a strong mother figure. Maybe it's because he is attracted to authority. Anon puts his hand on yours, whispering,

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

There ought to be a limit to how much a boy can pluck at your heartstrings. With a decisiveness you don't quite feel, you open the door and get out of the car.

"I've come this far. Shall we go in?"

It's a modest home, not that much different from your own. Maybe a little better perfumed, and showing signs of two inhabitants rather than one. Anon flips the light switches as he goes, beckoning you onward. As you follow him upstairs, you find your heart beating more quickly. You're also a little out of breath, and you resolve to add stairs to your workout routine.

At last, he leads you into a neat little bedroom, with all the usual suspects. A teddy bear, a teddy shark, and a teddy alligator stand watch on top of a dresser. The walls are sparsely decorated with posters of shirtless women, most of which you recognize as the main characters of various action movies. A pair of dumbbells lay neatly in a corner, and a decent stereo player occupies a small desk. He presses play, a slow waltz filling the small room.

Anon twirls around, arms wide, innocently smiling.

"Are you ready?"

Who knows.

"Yes."

You come together as you had so many times this month, wondering at his firmness and warmth, a perfect counterpoint to your supple strength and hungry touch. He gazes up at you as you lead him through the initial motions. Such trust and affection in that gaze. Are you really worthy of that trust? Well, it's not as though you are deceiving him. You're just... hiding some impure thoughts, that's all. The two of you turn, navigating the borders of the bedroom. Anon sighs happily.

"Dancing with you is the best."

You feel his hand squeeze your own.

"Even better than with Octavia?"

It's partly a tease, partly... Jealous, that's what you were feeling. Even though you really shouldn't be feeling possessive about Anon, he isn't for you to date. He grins.

"She was good, but you're much better."

Damn it, why does that warm your heart? Are you really this easily swayed?

...

Yes. Yes you are.

In all too little time, the song ends, leaving you standing there with a young boy in your hands. You let go, but instead of pulling away, Anon wraps you in a big hug, his arms tight around you. Your loins surge with heat as he presses his lithe body to yours, your breasts pleasantly wedged against the upper part of his pectorals. Tentatively, you return the hug, lightly stroking his back. The two of you stand there, drawing comfort from one another for several minutes. Anon's head rests near your heart, his slow breathing somehow calming.

At last, he loosens his embrace and looks up at you. Your heart quickens at his timid expression.

"Can you do one last thing for me?"

The house is silent, except for the beating of your heart

"What would that be?"

He blushes.

"Kiss me."

Oh no.

At once, you are fully aware of how warm it is in here, of the heat of his skin, of the restless need in your womanhood. You should say no. You lean down. You should kiss him on the forehead, that would be the safest way to do this. His lips are soft against yours, parting slightly. Your hands cup his head, gently turning it as you deepen the kiss. He latches onto your shoulders, his tongue plunging into your mouth, earnestly exploring, tasting. Your skin tingles as you push back, writhing and sliding against his tongue, savoring his sweetness. He moans, his hands restlessly kneading at your shoulders. You instinctively press him back against the bed, then guiding him down onto it. At last, you break the kiss, staring down at his flustered face. Anon is breathing heavily, but his eyes are alight with joy.

"More!"

There is no turning back now. You lower yourself onto his body, savoring the way he presses against your curves. Even as you ravage his mouth with your tongue, you can feel a certain prodding of tantalizing heat press against your thigh. You hum in pleasure, your hand roughly yanking his tie loose from his neck. Unbidden, he begins unbuttoning his shirt. You pull back, straddling his legs. He lies beneath you, his shirt open, revealing the smooth firm muscles of his chest. In the heat of the moment, you shuck off your dress, revealing your white bra and panties. Anon gazes at you in wonder.

"Beautiful."

You smile.

"You're pretty easy on the eyes yourself."

He blushes, sitting up. His fingers are light as they trace across the sensitive skin of your breasts. You shudder under his touch, your panties becoming noticeably damp. Gently, slowly, he explores your chest, tracing your sides, stroking your back. You knead at his biceps, marveling at how thick and strong they are. Then his hands find the clasp, and your bra loosens. You shrug it off, anxious to see Anon's reaction.

He does not disappoint, his wondering gaze fixed upon your hardened nipples, his head drawing closer. As his hot breath washes over your skin, you almost feel dizzy from the stimulation. He gently cups your left breast, your nipple lightly pinched between his fingers. You gasp in pleasure, instinctively clutching at his head, his silky hair soft beneath your fingers as you pull him toward you. Anon kisses your other breast, his tongue playfully flicking at your nipple. Your back arches, instinctively trying to press harder against these pleasurable sensations. His hand slowly clenches, fingers plunging into your soft flesh. Enough is enough. If this continues much longer, you'll cum before he does, and that is unacceptable. You push him down, regretting the absence of his touch only slightly. You kneel beside his legs, unfastening his pants. As you tug them off, you contemplate his black boxers. Should you draw this out? No. You seize at the waistband and pull.

A monolith of an erection rises in the air.

You stroke it lightly, impressed.

"How did you even hide this?"

Anon smiles.

"It's pretty hard, but it comes with practice."

You smirk at the minor innuendo. You shimmy out of your panties, breathing heavily at the thought of what's to come. You straddle his waist, your glistening womanhood hovering above his pristine cock. His smile may be mild, but you can see how nervous he is in the way his fingers are snarled in the sheets. You lean forward, hands braced above his shoulders. You dip down to kiss him, sweet and chaste on the lips. Your nipples drag against his chest. His hips buck, the head just brushing your pussy.

"Trust me."

You lower your hips gently, one hand grasping his firm manhood, guiding it. Anon gasps as the tip penetrates your folds. You shudder as you spear yourself on his cock, letting out a long, slow breath. Anon arches his back, his hips pressing hard against your own. He groans, clutching and grabbing at you, scrabbling at your back, mashing your breasts. You kiss his forehead, finding sweet amusement at being so chaste with his top half while you slowly grind against his hilted dick. Finally, he can stand no more, and seizes your hips in his hands.

He pushes you up a little, only to start thrusting into you with wild abandon. You moan, your hips moving on their own as you pump up down his member. He gazes up at you with lust-addled eyes, his mouth parted open and moist. You respond to the feverish heat in your gut and plunder his mouth once more, even as he ravages your pussy. His arms wrap around you, crushing you against his chest. You melt against him, tingling and hot and out of breath.

All the while, his strokes only get stronger and faster, sending waves upon waves of pleasure through your system. You clutch at his hair, whimpering into his mouth. He just holds you tighter, as if he will never let you go. All at once, he stops, his hips surging and bucking against you as he hits his orgasm. You feel a glow of pride and pleasure as he twitches and shoots inside you, filling you with his warmth. You did it, he came before you.

Then, as his dick begins to slide out, you go over the edge. Your pelvis slams against his, jerking and grinding as your pussy convulses around his incandescent length. Your mind goes blank as you are drowned in waves of bliss. When you can finally think again, you find yourself collapsed against his chest, wrapped in his warm embrace. Anon gently strokes your hair.

"That was amazing."

You nuzzle against his neck.

"Yeah, it was."

Slowly, he softens inside you, but you find yourself unwilling to remove the connection. Wait. You groan.

"We didn't use protection. I may get pregnant from this."

Which wouldn't be much of a problem for you, you can afford it. But is Anon ready to be a father? He laughs.

"That's fine, I was already intending to marry you."

You prop yourself up on your elbows and look down at Anon. He smiles, then darts up to kiss your nose. You start at the sudden motion, then start giggling,

"You are an impossible young man. What did an old woman like me do to deserve you?"

He squeezes you gently, kissing your lips.

"You are beautiful, kind, and patient. Someone was bound to love you, I'm just glad it was me."

You sigh, melting against him once more.

"Me too."