The Principal arrives to stop the depravity

(chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

As the girls collapsed under their combined spasms onto the soft grass around their 'stage', becoming a chaotic pile of arms and legs and multiple orgasms, all the laughter and jeering came to a sudden stop. The girls slowly gathered enough coherent thought to look up into the glowering bearded face of their portly principal. He cleared his throat loudly.

"Well? On your feet!" He said in a severe tone.

Battling an impossibly deep sense of shame and their still wobbly knees, the four timidly helped each to their feet (Minako and Yukari returned to their normal selves, apparently abandoned by their darker halves to experience this particular humiliation in person). With a prolonged amount of shuffling and trembling in embarrassment, all four stood in a row, hands covering their most shameful places.

"....Is that how you greet your principal? Hands at your sides! Straighten your backs! Feet apart!" The principal thundered.

The four exchanged horrified glances, then with painful **** let their hands fall to their sides and adjusted their stances to be on full display.

"Better. Now, except for Fuuka-san here, must you three wear those...monstrosity even now?" The Principal demanded.

Mitsuru, Minako, and Yukari all glanced down. Their large, flexible vibrators had been tucked away inside their inner folds, both heads pushed deep inside to provide twice as much stimulation in the same fashion Mitsuru had placed her toy earlier while encouraging a line of students to grope her body. Fortunately, the vibration of all three instruments was on a lower setting, but there was a noticable quiver coming from each girl's nether regions which was occasionally answered by a tiny spasm of the hip and wobble of the knees. All three girls hung their heads and blushed intensely.

"A...pparently, we will be keeping them...equipped, sir." Mitsuru croaked out a response. "I..assure you, our behavior and dress are not...not..."

"I have been made aware of Eden Syndrom, Mrs. Kirijo. Our school is prepared to respond accordingly. I simply was not expecting students of your caliber to possess such loose morals that they would be **** to the affliction!" The Principal snapped.

"T-that's not how it wor...." Minako squeeked before trailing off while the Principal ignored her.

"All right! This...'show' is clearly over! I am deeply disappointed in all of you! Get to class at once! Expect an assembly to address this issue sometime today! Now GO!" The Principal thundered at the assembled students, most of whom had the good sense to leave as quickly as possible.

"As for you four...disgraceful! Absolutely disgraceful! Clean yourselves up and come to my office immediately!" He said, glancing over them once more in utter disgust and no mercy for their dignity.

"Yes, sir." All four girls muttered as the Principal stormed off.

"Well...we made it." Minako said, without a hint of enthusiasm.

"Hurrrrrrrrray." Yukari deadpanned.

"We...let's clean up...before these demons inside us look for new ways to torment us." Mitsuru said, marching up the stairs. Minako followed quickly behind her.

Fuuka began to follow as well, when she felt a tug on her arm.

"Fuuka..." Yukari whispered. "Are you...did I hurt you?"

"Ah! Oh, I...no! I mean...well...a...a little...." Fuuka squirmed, a hand self consciously squeezing her butt cheek.

"Damn her. I knew it! That stupid, vindictive bitch! I hate her so much! She...I'm sorry! She's a lying, awful person! I don't think that way at all! I don't blame you for this! I swear! She's always-"

"But...you do..." Fuuka said softly.

"Fuuka...No! I swear! She's just...just..."

"She's a part of you. They're all made of us. Even if its a drop of water in a sea, that drop still feels that way about me." Fuuka said softly.

"That's not true! She can't be like me! She...just hates everything! I can feel it with everything she says and does! That's...that's not who I am! That...can't be me..."

"Yukari...its okay. You...have a right to feel that way. This...is all my fault." Fuuka said softly.

"No! Even...even if that were true, and it isn't! Even if...I don't want to blame you! I don't want to feel that way!" Yukari said, tears forming in her eyes. "You have to believe me!"

"Yukari-chan..." Fuuka said, misty eyed herself. "I do! But...we don't always get to decide how we feel. We know that better than anyone..."

"But..."

"We need to get to class. I...I want to talk about this more when we have the chance! Really talk about it. Especially your anger." Fuuka said.

"I'm trying to tell you-"

"Yukari." Fuuka said, hugging the taller girl. "Please. Its okay to be angry! I just...panicked. I...I thought she would follow me! I thought she was behind me! I was so scared of being caught, I didn't even look back! I hate what's inside me too. Because...she doesn't care. She doesn't feel guilty or concerned at all. She exactly everything I am when I'm afraid. Selfish. Petty. I don't want to be that either! I know its a selfish thing to ask. But...I want you to be honest with me. I want to hear what I've done, really done. I want to hear it so maybe you can forgive me...so maybe I can forgive myself!"

"Fuuka..." Yukari said, returning the hug, then softly pulling back and kissing the blue haired girl. "This is so stupid! This whole situation! I still think your wrong, too. That thing in my head. She's jealous. Of everyone. Aigis. Mitsuru. You too, Fuuka. That's why she was so angry. And that's so stupid! How can she...how can I...feel that way? You've never tried to take anything away from me. Your always the one that gives! You aren't scary! Your just...smart. Shy. A little pale, but with a way cuter body than you let on! Your Fuuka! Why would she be threatened of that? Why wouldn't she want to just...do this?"

Fuuka blushed as she felt a gentle squeeze on her bottom.

"Why would she want to hurt you?" Yukari said, a mix of lust and guilt in her words.

"Well...the truth is...it did hurt...a little." Fuuka whispered. "But...I also felt your skin pressed up against my back, and your breasts brushing against me...you were so warm! And the way you were holding my hips, guiding me and Mitsuru-senpai in and out along with Minako-chan. It felt good. Not to mention those...things moving around. It was really tight and went and...g-good! Even when it hurt it felt..."

Yukari blushed. "You...liked it when I was rough?"

Fuuka smiled, then took in a breath. "This is another reason we need to talk! This is the closest thing our group has had to an argument!"

"Huh? What are you-" Yukari trailed off.

"Well, isn't this a thing that couples do? Fight, make up, and then...umm..." Fuuka glanced down at the sliver of the dildo visible within Yukari's naked body. With a tentative hand, she brushed the edge of the device, eliciting a gasp from the brown haired girl.

"We...we should catch up to the others! Before...something bad happens!" Fuuka said, turning and running, a hand covering her blushing face.

"Okay....okay...I'll give you that much. Bitch me and the real me may have ONE thing in common." Yukari said as she watched Fuuka's retreating backside, and imagined a myriad of ungentle things that she could do with it.