You are Anon, in a white T-shirt and grey sweatpants. As you walk into the meeting room, you get the distinct feeling you are under-dressed. Slacks, jackets, frilly blouses and pressed shirts as far as the eye can see. An unfamiliar blonde woman in a pink turtle-neck and purple suit sneers at you. Considering that she's lounging in front of the projection screen, you suspect you just made a poor impression on the consultant the education board sent. You give her a polite nod, and head towards the back of the room. On the way, you snag a blueberry donut from the boxes on the table.

On one hand, it's not like you really need to impress anyone. On the other hand, you do feel you owe Celestia, so it's not great that you reflect poorly on the school right now. Ah well, not much you can do about it now. You spy an empty seat at the end of an aisle, next to Vice Principal Luna. You jog over.

"This seat taken?"

Luna looks up in surprise.

"Anonymous, good morning. By all means, the seat is yours."

You nod your thanks and settle in.

"Mornin' Luna."

You yawn, wiping tired tears from your eyes with your free hand. Luna raises an eyebrow.

"Are you still not used to an 8 o'clock schedule?"

You shake your head.

"No, I just kept waking up all night. Must have gotten six hours of sleep over nine hours in bed."

She grimaces.

"That sounds unpleasant. If you like, I can watch you while you sleep this weekend, that way we can figure out what's interfering with your rest."

You raise your eyebrows.

"You want to watch me sleep?"

Luna blushes.

"It's not that, I've always been fascinated by sleep and dreaming, and I got to work at a sleep lab when I was studying psychology. It wouldn't be the full set up, but I-"

The board consultant clears her throat. Almost immediately, everyone quiets down. You lean over a bit to whisper into Luna's ear.

"Worth a try. Let's talk more after this."

Luna gives you a small smile and nods.

The presentation is painfully dull. Something something initiative. Progress assessment rubric. Teaching for the workplace. Discipline and diligence, and so on. Even this Ms. Harshwhinny's somewhat posh accent isn't enough to keep your attention focused. Eating the donut was a mistake, as well. You were already tired, and now you're crashing from the aftereffects of the sugar rush. You feel yourself start to nod off. A hand grabs your knee and gives your leg a shake. You jolt back into full awareness and give Luna a rueful smile.

"Thanks."

She returns the smile, and scribbles something on the legal pad on her lap. You glance at Ms. Harshwhinny, who doesn't seem to have noticed your little lapse. Something- ah, the legal pad- jabs you in the stomach. You take it, as well as the pen Luna hands you. On the paper, in neat and pretty handwriting, is a short message.

'I'm bored, you're tired, why don't we fix that?'

You raise an eyebrow and write,

'What did you have in mind?'

You pass the pad back. Luna takes the pen and writes quickly.

'Let's give each other a hand.'

You start to write a response.

'What do you mea-'

You get your answer as Luna slips a hand under your waistband and curls her fingers around your cock. You inhale sharply, feeling at once like you are dreaming, but also wide awake. She doesn't do much more, just tightening and relaxing her fingers around your rapidly hardening length. You keep your breathing steady and decide to return the favor. You try to slide a hand down her pants, but the waist is too tight. A flick of your fingers, and the button is unfastened. With this new slack, you easily slip behind her silky panties. Your fingers press lightly against her warm skin, then onward through her trim little bush. Her labia are velvety to your touch, flatteringly hot with her arousal. You stroke the sensitive skin, matching the pace Luna is taking with your dick. You keep your eyes forward, trying to at least pretend to pay attention to the presentation. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Luna pick the pad up and resume taking notes left-handed. You can't help but be impressed at her ambidexterity, as well as her focus.

...

You want to disrupt that focus. You rub your palm over the mound hiding her clit. Luna's hips jerk, her hand on your cock clenching. She spares you a petulant glare, then turns back to face the slideshow.

Cute.

You let up for the moment, but you have definitely found something to keep the two of you entertained.

Celestia occasionally mentioned that she and Luna would get caught up in prank wars. It's only now that you are three fingers deep that you remember her saying how competitive Luna could be. For her part, Luna jerking you off pretty vigorously. Using hand lotion is cheating, you think. Unfortunately for fair play, the referee that is your dick is being heavily bribed. You bite your lip to keep from making noise. You are painfully close to release. Your fingers quest as deep as they can, searching Luna's tunnel for that one sweet spot to turn the tide of this wank war. It's not enough.

Her hand encloses your glans, her lotion-slick fingers rapidly rolling over the underside. You seize up, helplessly thrusting into her grip as you cum. Luna stares at the damp spot forming on the crotch of your sweatpants. She gently removes her hand, covered in lotion and semen. You likewise extract yourself from her crotch. She wipes off her hand with a handkerchief from her purse, then writes something on the legal pad.

'Sorry about that. At least you're awake now. :)'

You roll your eyes, but you still respond.

'Yeah, things really got out of hand. Badum tish.'

Luna groans and you smile.

After the presentation, most of the faculty wander off. You would do the same, but Ms. Harshwhinny is heading directly for you. You stand, a sinking feeling in your stomach. Luna stands beside you, and gives your butt a reassuring squeeze. The consultant looks you up and down, obviously unimpressed.

"And what is it you do here, Mr..."

You give her a polite grimace

"Mous. I am an assistant Physical Education teacher."

She frowns

"I suppose that explains your..."

Her eyes flicker to the damp spot on your crotch

"...athletic appearance. Regardless, while I recognize that my presentation was mostly for real teachers, you really should try to act in a more professional manner, and not distract those around you."

You open your mouth to retort, but Luna beats you to it.

"Ms. Harshwhinny, I was the one to initiate our little exchange, and you are free to look over my notes if you feel my attention was lacking. Furthermore, I do not appreciate the implication that Anonymous is a less valid member of the faculty, merely because of the field of content he covers."

The women glare at each other for a long moment, and you are loathe to interrupt. Finally, Ms. Harshwhinny sniffs.

"I'll take your word for your capabilities, Vice Principal Luna. However, the board does have some concern about how abruptly and arbitrary Mr. Anonymous was hired. As such, I would like to assess his skills in order to assuage their worries. I trust you do not object?"

Luna frowns.

"Will you be monitoring his classes, then?"

The blonde woman laughs.

"Oh no, nothing so prolonged. I will merely see how he does with me, by the numbers. What do you say, Mr. Anonymous? Shall we get this over with now, or do you have prior engagements?"

You smile, finally on more familiar conversational ground.

"Now is fine."

Ms. Harshwhinny smiles.

"Very good. Any objections, Ms. Luna?"

Luna crosses her arms.

"I have none at this time."

The consultant nods, then looks at you.

"You may start when ready."

You take a step forward, a mere few inches from her chest.

"Good."

Then you lift her chin and kiss her on the lips. She smells of lavender, with an undercurrent of citrus. As you kiss her more and more insistently, your hands explore her face, cupping her cheeks, stroking her neck, pushing through her silky hair to caress her scalp. Her breathing deepens, and almost unconsciously her hands come to rest on your chest. You look into her half-lidded eyes, and smile against her mouth. Your tongue meets no resistance as it parts her lips and samples her mouth. As you deepen the kiss, she clasps her hands behind your neck. You reciprocate by wrapping your arms around her, resting your hands on her lower back and pressing her against you. Ms. Harshwhinny hums in approval. You can see Luna out of the corner of your eye, rubbing her thighs together. You gradually tighten your embrace, until you can feel every line of the blonde businesswoman's body against your own. When you finally loosen your hold and break the kiss, she's panting and blushing. You can't help but smile a little at the contrast to her more uptight persona. She senses your amusement, and struggles to regain her composure.

"I will grant that you are an acceptable kisser."

Luna scoffs.

"Just acceptable?"

She steps closer and sticks her hand down Ms. Harshwhinny's pants. The businesswoman yelps and Luna smirks.

"You're remarkably wet for a merely 'acceptable' performance."

Ms. Harshwhinny yanks Luna's hand out and scowls.

"My assessment is far from over, and I will not have you interfering on his behalf. However..."

She eyes Luna's bust.

"He should be able to handle two female students at once. You will do nicely as a test of his multitasking ability."

Luna shrugs.

"Fair enough."

Ms. Harshwhinny begins taking off her jacket.

"Mr. Anonymous, I would ask that you attend to our breasts, now."

You nod.

"Understood."

You can't help but stare as the women pull off their shirts and bras in a single motion. The blonde is somewhat more than a handful, while Luna is somewhere between a b and a c cup, if you had to guess. The businesswoman smirks, thrusting out her chest. Luna rolls her eyes, and merely steps into your arm's reach. You start slow, softly tracing lines on their tender flesh with your fingertips. It takes some concentration to account for the size difference as you stroke their tits. You spiral closer and closer to their nipples, until you are making quick, light circles around their areolas. Ms. Harshwhinny makes an abortive movement with her arm, clenching her fist. Since she is also rubbing her thighs together, you think you've teased her long enough. You start kneading her breast, varying the strength of your grasping, crushing grip, letting your thumb flick her nipple at the end of the motion. Her face tenses up, her eyes tightly shut as she struggles to retain her composure.

Meanwhile, Luna leans into your touch, humming with pleasure. One hand clutches your wrist, the other grasps at her other tit, mashing and pulling and pinching. Satisfied that she is well in hand, you focus once more on the squirming Ms. Harshwhinny. You give her a chaste kiss on the lips, then another on her jaw, then neck, and so on down her chest until you give her firm nipple a peck. She leans against your hand, instinctively trying to chase the fleeting pleasure of your mouth. You answer her need by slurping her nipple up, sucking on it while your tongue circles and flicks around the sensitive nub. The blonde groans, her hand running through your hair, pressing your face deeper into her dirty pillow. Luna makes a low, throaty chuckle.

"I'd say this is at least acceptable, wouldn't you?"

Ms. Harshwhinny opens her eyes blearily, staring at Luna in incomprehension. You give her nipple a pinch. Her breath catches, and her already rosy cheeks blush a deeper red.

"Ah, yes, of course. Perhaps it is time to move on to the final matter."

You let go of their boobs, Harshwhinny's nipple leaving your mouth with a small pop. You are pretty satisfied with how her chest is heaving, and with how Luna is licking her lips in anticipation.

"Oral next, I assume?"

As you all strip nude, Ms. Harshwhinny coughs.

"That, ah, won't be necessary."

You raise your eyebrow.

"Are you sure?"

Luna grins in a predatory manner.

"Yes, Ms. Harshwhinny, surely this is a crucial part of his skill set to test?"

The businesswoman blushes, and even though her hand covers her pussy, it cannot hide the juices running down her inner thighs.

"I am sufficiently lubricated, and I am sure we all have peo- things to do today."

She abruptly turns around and braces her arms on the meeting room table. Ms. Harshwhinny widens her stance, presenting her glistening flower to you.

"Now, please, Mr. Anonymous, carry on."

You grab a handful of her ass, pulling it to the side as you line up your erection with her slit. She inhales sharply, but makes no comment. You rub the head of your cock up and down her labia, slick and hot with her arousal. She groans.

"Just stick it in already!"

Luna comes up behind you, pressing her naked body against your back. She whispers in your ear,

"Let's put her out of her misery."

Then she thrusts her hips against you, pushing your dick into Ms. Harshwhinny's honeyed depths. The blonde cries out in pleasure, her back arching. You start slow, exulting in how Luna's breasts and thighs rub against you in order to match your motions. She reaches around you to latch onto Harshwhinny's hips.

"I've got this, now show her what you can do."

You grin.

"As you wish."

You lean forward, one hand finding the businesswoman's tit, the other dipping into the valley between her thighs and rubbing circles on the hood of her clit. Ms. Harshwhinny is panting, making wordless whining noises. Her hips roll and buck, eagerly impaling herself again and again on your cock. You can't shake the feeling you're forgetting something. It doesn't help that Luna is whispering the same phrase in your ear, over and over,

"Fuck that arrogant bitch!"

Thanks for the input, but you're already doing that. You look down in contemplation, idly admiring the jiggling of Ms. Harshwhinny's child-bearing hips and delicious ass.

...

Oh yeah,

"Do you want it inside or out?"

Luna growls in your ear,

"Inside!"

For her part, Harshwhinny doesn't seem to have heard you. You let go of her tit and grab her long, silky hair and give it a tug. Her head turns to the side a little, and you catch the glazed look in her eye. Right. You grab her shoulder and shake her a bit. The businesswoman blinks, then looks over her shoulder at you, while still thrusting herself upon your cock.

"Yes?"

You give her a professionally bland smile.

"Would you like me to cum inside of you, or outside?"

She stares at you a little longer, and you start to wonder if you are actually fucking her stupid. Then she opens her eyes wide.

"Outside! Definitely outside."

You ruffle her hair, partly because it's cute, partly because you like messing with her carefully maintained appearance.

"Understood."

She gives you a grateful smile, then goes a little cross-eyed as you thrust particularly deep inside her.

"Than-nnn, oh, thank you."

Fuck.

What little restraint you had is gone. You start pounding her ass as hard as you can, meaty slaps echoing in the conference room. Harshwhinny's head thrashes up, then down as her moans get progressively louder. Luna is barely keeping up, her body writhing against yours. She is panting with desire, and whispering evil thoughts into your ear.

"You know you want to fill her up."

She lets go of Harshwhinny's hip with one hand in order to cradle your balls.

"I want to feel you knock her up, Mr. Anonymous."

You try to ignore her as you rail Harshwhinny. But it's increasingly difficult.

"Can you feel her clench around you?"

Yes, you most certainly can.

"Can you feel how hot and wet she is for you?"

It's like you're burying your cock in its own personal sauna, with a Swedish masseuse rubbing every inch of your length.

"She wants your cum. Why don't you give it to her?"

Luna thrusts along with you, but her hips trap you a little longer each time as you hilt. You are quickly realizing what a dangerous position you are in. You look over your shoulder into Luna's smoldering eyes.

"Some other time, right now I have to cum on her ass."

Meanwhile, Ms. Harshwhinny's pussy is clamping down something fierce, pulsing and quivering around your length. You hang on by the skin of your teeth. Luna pouts.

"Fine, but let me aim."

"Deal."

You pull out as the businesswoman shudders in the last dregs of her orgasm. You cock barely has the time to cool in the air before Luna's hand wraps around it. She rests her chin on your shoulder, pumping your dick, still slick with Harshwhinny's cum. Meanwhile, she gently massages your balls.

"Cum for me."

You teeter on the edge of orgasm, gasping for air as Luna's grip on your shaft tightens.

"Give her your cum!"

Your body responds to her command, white hot pleasure flooding your mind. Luna giggles, pumping rope after rope onto Harshwhinny's ass. She pushes you a little closer, aiming carefully. The last of your seed lands on the blonde's puffy pink vulva. The sight sends an aftershock of arousal through you, even as you begin to soften. Ms. Harshwhinny waits a little longer, then shakily pushes off of the table. Luna amuses herself by remaining draped across your back, and jiggling your balls.

"So, what do you think? Was that acceptable?"

The blonde shudders.

"Acceptable? Acceptable?"

She squirms happily, a hand stroking her pussy and picking up your semen.

"That was the best orgasm I have ever had!"

She giggles, licking her fingers clean. You sigh in relief.

"I'm glad it was good for you too. Do you think this will satisfy the board?"

The businesswoman waves her hand dismissively as she bends down to retrieve her pants.

"Oh, rest assured, that will not be a problem. Rather..."

She pulls up her panties, turning around to show you the jizz on her ass soaking into the fabric. Harshwhinny looks over her shoulder with a wry expression.

"There may be some board members who would come to you for satisfaction. My sympathies."

You sigh, and reach behind you to pat Luna's butt.

"A teacher's work is never done."

After Ms. Harshwhinny leaves, Luna finally stops clinging to your back. She sits on the table edge, crossing and uncrossing her legs.

"That went well. Sorry about the whole..."

You grab a cushioned fold up chair and sit across from her. It's definitely because your legs are tired from standing, and not at all to more easily admire the intermittent view between her thighs.

"Attempted insemination by proxy?"

Luna blushes.

"I'm not sure what came over me, I hope it wasn't too weird for you."

You cough.

"Rather than weird, it was insanely hot."

Luna freezes, staring at you with wide eyes.

"It was?"

You nod.

"Want to try it again sometime? It wouldn't be too hard to get Celestia or Spitfire on board."

She blushes, her toes curling at the idea.

"Not with my sister, but I would like that. How does this coming Sunday sound?"

You shrug.

"Fine by me, and I'll let you know what Spitfire says."

Luna licks her lips.

"I'll be looking forward to it."