tickling birds

our principle is a belly dancer (part 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5)

It was a typical Monday evening at Chiffon Veil's dance studio. Across the dance floor, the women of the adult belly dance class stretched and warmed up their bodies. They were a motley mix ranging in age from their twenties to their forties. Some were lean and athletic. Others sported curvier physiques. All of them were ready to forget the outside world and its troubles if only for an hour.

Among them were three women affectionately dubbed 'The Teachers Three:' Cadance, Dean of Crystal Prep Academy, and Luna and Celestia, Vice Principal and Principal respectively of Canterlot High School.

Cadance inhaled deeply as she stretched both her arms to the ceiling. Nearby, Luna and Celestia both sat on the floor facing each other with their legs stretched out as wide as they could. Luna slowly pulled Celestia's hands forward until her sister gave her a light squeeze. They held their position for ten seconds before gently releasing it.

"You're getting more flexible," said Luna.

Celestia smiled. "Thanks to you."

"We only showed you the door," said Cadance. "You were the one who walked through it."

***

For Celestia, it all began three months prior. For some time, she had noticed Luna consistently disappearing Monday and Wednesday nights. One evening, she decided to confront her sister about it over dinner at their favorite bakery cafe. As an extra measure, Celestia asked for a booth in a corner of the restaurant, away from the other patrons. They ordered their usual; grilled cheese on sourdough and cream of tomato soup for Celestia, garden salad and cream of broccoli soup for Luna. Halfway through their meal, Celestia sprang the trap.

"Would you like to watch a movie Wednesday night?"

Luna hesitated as she swallowed a mouthful of soup. "Not on a Wednesday. Another day perhaps."

"Except Monday." Luna froze at her sister's words. Celestia knew that look - it was the same one Luna wore whenever she had caught her borrowing her clothes and makeup without permission. Celestia raised an eyebrow as she added "Right?"

"I thought it was odd for you to even consider going out on a school night," Luna said dryly as she lowered her spoon. "Well, there's no fooling you, sister. I've been going to dance class."

"This is a surprise," said Celestia, already picturing Luna in the arms of some debonair dance instructor. "Ballroom? Jazz? Swing?"

Luna hesitated a moment before whispering "Belly dancing."

Celestia blinked. Did she just mishear her sister say 'ballet dancing'? No, there is was no mistaking it - Luna distinctly said 'belly dancing.' Suddenly, Celestia's mind flooded with images of her sister clad in a skimpy diaphanous outfit dancing before a hookah-smoking mystery man seated on a cushion.

"Better you see for yourself," said Luna as she fiddled with her phone and slid it across the table. The video playing on the screen showing her in what appeared to be a dance studio, clad in a striking midriff-baring black and silver outfit.

Celestia watched enrapt as her sister shimmied and undulated to an entrancing percussion and string instrumental playing in the background. A tiny part of her felt as though she should feel scandalized at what she was watching, yet she did not in the least. While Luna's outfit definitely showed a lot of skin, there was nothing raunchy or lascivious about the way she moved. In fact, the Luna in the video seemed an entirely different person from the sister sitting before her - the sister she had always known. A few minutes later, Luna concluded her performance with a grand flourish.

Celestia struggled for words as she returned the phone to her sister. "That was...incredible."

"Wait til you see Cadance."