Watercolors 1-2

>So Luna has you tied up in her bedroom
>She keeps asking you what you think of her watercolor paintings.
>She has so freaking many of them.
>Yeah, it's been one of those weeks.
>She does this periodically, stealing into your room in the dead of night and whisking you away laughing madly.
>You screamed like a bitch the first time it happened.
>At first you feared the worst, that she would use you like a ragdoll for her perverse pleasures and abandon you on the front steps of the library with her blue lip prints tattooed on your asscheecks.
>If. Only.
"We worked most diligently on piece. Special attention was paid to the negative space during composition, and we hardly panicked when Celestia accidentally spilt coffee upon it. The brown stains match very well with the background wash."
>She's positively beaming with pride. If you didn't know any better you'd think she was in charge of the damned sun.
>You stare at the portrait.

http://a3.ec-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/89/9011cc55bca98dd72ef45cb15a35d923/l.jpg

>It's supposed to be of you.
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>You fucking hate p0nies.

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>Luna has you tied up in her room. Again.
>Luckily she's not shoving crappy watercolors in your face and asking what you think about using her using salt in the wash as a texturizer.
>You hope she gets this over with soon, you have work in the morning.
>She bounces happily into the room and trots up to you.
"Anon, tell us. Dost thou ever think thou art supposed to like boys because thou art supposed too?
>Look at Luna.
>You have no face to make.
>You have no brain with which to think.
>Her emerald eyes were full and pleading.
>"Wh...doe....what?"
"Thou hast been here for two years, yet We've never seen thee take interest in another stallion. There are many who doth find thee attractive."
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>You need an adult.

>You really did not know what to say. Whenever she tied you up like this you tried your damndest just to smile and nod. She's a nice enough p0ny on her own but when she gets excited/stressed she gets...theatrical.
>You remember the night she brought out the masked shadow dancers after you criticized her views on interpretive ballet.
>There were cuffs
>And paint.
>And sweaty thighs.
>You played the butterfly.
>"Luna...um...I'm not into...you know..."
"Gaspeth! Dost thou desire the quims of other mares?"
>Her eyes are bugging out. Her voice half shocked and half excited, yet still loud enough to echo around her enormous living quarters.
>Oh boy here we go.
>"No..hehe, not necessarily Luna. Sweetie. Um." You fidget nervously in your bindings. "Hey, let's talk about your watercolors again, those were really fun...you know, the one with your griffin-feather brushes? With the metaphors?"
"Oh...thou saw through our veil. We knew a simple veneer of traditionalism would not throw thee off our painting's true meaning of passion.
>Um...
"Of freedom.
>Uh...
"Of desire...."
>You'd scream if she didn't start making out with you right then and there.

>Her lips are soft, the fur around her mouth feels more like down than anything else.
>You're very fucking shocked right now holy shit. The Princess of the Night takes advantage of this and explores your mouth with her warm tongue in a very dominating way.
>Her hooves are playing with your hair that you took a ridiculous amount of effort to keep presentable.
>Your personal bubble has been broken with the force of a thousand gods.
>You start to cry. Your mom never told you how to deal with such sensations. Such rustling.
>You really wanted a hug right now.
"Oh...We understand, Anon." She presses her cheek against yours and strokes at your neck. "To hide one's true feelings from the judgemental world. To never expose one's secret heart for fear of rejection, of confusion...for fear of disgust of going against the social standard."
>You were so confused. You tried to chew through your tongue but your too much of a pussy who can't handle pain, like, at all.
>She snuggles your head into her arching neck.
"But here, Our moon is our guard, Our stars, our secret audience. Our sky...our warm blanket under which we may make love and play without fear of reprisal."
>You began to pray to God, hoping he can hear you in the universe you were stripped from.
>Her hooves wander down to your top-secret Area.
>She's making soft circular motions.
>Defcon 1 has been declared and your brain shuts off all mental and physical functions not necessary for the preservation of existence and sanity.

>You wake up
>Celestia's sweet, sweet sunlight filters in through half-drawn curtains.
>A cursory glance confirms you're in your own house.
>Clothes all over the floor, shitty paintings on the wall, a comically large collection of hair products on the dresser.
>Yup, you're home.
>Hesitantly you make your way to the bathroom with the intention of brushing your teeth for three hours straight, take a shower, and perhaps committing suicide sometime after lunch.
>But the worst stinging pain on your ass distracts you from this.
>Seriously, what the fuck, it's as though a thousand bees were ground-pounding your butt
>You limp your way in front of the mirror, muttering horrible oaths and curse words against royalty and p0nykind in general.
>You turn around.
>You drop your pajamas.
>And you feel your personal bubble explode again.
>Right there.
>On both your pert, white asscheecks.
>Are tattoos of Luna's blue lips.
>You think you'll skip the shower and just kill yourself after brushing your teeth.

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    >You're prepped.
    >The entire house is on lockdown.  The windows on the both floors have been braced with iron bars and as many extra-strength blinds that you can afford.  The door on the first floor has so many locks on them it takes you half an hour just to open them all.  You've laced your chimney with poison and lemon juice that'll kill anyone who would be dumb enough to slide down it.  Or give their eyes such a sting.
    >There are enough traps set up throughout your house to make Home Alone look like a floor covered in legos.
    >Salt has been poured across door threshholds as well as the perimeter of your house.  Everything has been doused with holy water from a NERF gun as you ran through your home shouting holy scriptures.
    >There are no less than seven scarecrow Anons positioned throughout your house holding instruments of intimidating design.  They can be seen from any window and entry way that anyone could conceivably step through.
    >A "beware of dog" sign has been posted on your lawn.  You let out a loud bark every few minutes to hide the fact that you do not in fact, have a dog.
    >You are currrently holed up in your basement.
    >You've moved your bed down there, along with enough supplies to make it through the night.  You take a swig of one of your many cans of energy drinks.  The clock on the wall indicates that the sun will soon set.  You're wearing a helmet you borrowed from the town guard, as well as padded leather shoulder and chest strappings that Fluttershy sometimes uses when she has to handle some of the rougher animals.  You're also sporting steel-toed combat boots you wore too a rave party a few years ago.   You tighten the belt holding the steel plate that's guarding your asscheeks.  She won't be puttting any more tattoos there, no-fucking-sir.
    >No sleep.  No rest.  Only vigilance.
    >You hold your louisville slugger close to your chest.
    >You've neglected to tell your friends of Luna's obsession with you.  There was nothing they could do against the might of an insane alicorn.  The most they could do is delay the inevitable.  Besides, they would all laugh if you told them the Princess was in lesbians with you.  If she comes for you tonight then you intend to go out alone in a blaze of glory and swear words.  You'd rather die than have her breach your Super Secret Area.
    >That would be a good death.  There's no shame in it.
    >What little light manages to seep through the crack in the basement's door fades away.  Celestia has taken the last gaurantee of your safety.  SHE is now running the show.
    >You have some time before she tries anything.  Luna may think there's some deep, spiritual relationshit between the two of you, but she still takes her duties of tending to the night sky very seriously.
    >You begin to hum nervously.  You wish it wasn't winter.  Night lasts a good twelve and a half hours this time of year.
    >You glance at the clock.  You frown.
    >Fuck.  This is going to take way too long.  You pull your comforters around you and rock back and forth.
    >This is the eleventh night of your new routine.
    >"you are my lucky star...."
    >Why did you watch that movie earlier?
    >It's freaking dark down here.  What if there's bugs or something in this basement?  Spiders or rats?  Do you think  they'll tell her you're down here?  First thing you're doing in the morning is buying a hammer and you're going to smash any and all bugs or rats.  All potential for subterfuge must be quashed.
    >Suffer no traitors.
    >...this is getting to you.  How do you even know she's going to show up?  Luna can be flitty sometimes, and it's not like kidnapping you was a regular habit for her.  But things were escalating.  You needed to draw the line.
    >Time passes.  You doze off for a moment before you hear a gush of wind.
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    >There's a knocking on your front door.  She's never done that before.  It could just be another p0ny, but you never get visitors this late.  Another knock.  You tighten the grip on the bat.
    >She begins to rap against the upper windows.  You start to think that the salt and holy seals of protection were working against her.  The princess would otherwise have no trouble just breaking into your home otherwise.
    >Everything falls silent.
    >You hold your breath and tighten the grip on your bat.
    >"you're all my lucky charms...dum dum da da da dum..."  Not even a mouse can hear you whisper.
    "Hello, Anon."
    >"BWOASHIT AHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOO!"
    >You activate your go fast skill and your ass goes flying over the side of the bed.  You recover and start backing against the wall.
    >"How the hell did you get in here?"
    "You left the back basement door open."
    >You now notice how you completely failed to put so much as a rock against the hatch leading to your back yard.
    >You stupid bitch.
    "Why are sleeping down in your basement, Anon?  Is there anything wrong with your usual sleeping quarters?  If it is in need of renovation, we will happi-"
    >"You wanna know what's wrong with my room?   It's because you keep breaking in at night and tying me up and...try to..touch me down there!"
    "So you don't enjoy our attentions."
    >She said it quitly, more like a confirmation than a question, but you won't let that trick you.
    >"No.  I don't.  I don't like it at all.  It's not fun, Luna.   It's scary and uncomfortable and it makes me late for work in the morning.  And you don't put fucking tattoos on people's asses without their consent.  I'm not a piece of goddamn cattle to be branded, Luna."
    "We had hoped that-"
    >"Well, you hoped wrong, Princess."  You take a defensive stance and ready your bat.  "Now I don't care what you do, or what kind of crazy spells you cast, just know that I'm not going down easy tonight."
    >She sits down on the floor.
    "You're right."
    >"Fine, then let this be our final bat- wait, what?"
    "We  apologize.  Times have been difficult for us lately.  Not all of our actions have been rational."
    >Scanning for subterfuge.
    >Scanners are showing no signs of deceit, Captain.
    >Acknowledged, keep weapons at the ready, number two.
    >"Yeah...well...no duh they're not rational.  What part of you makes you think kidnapping is a smart thing to do, huh?  That tattoo thing really hurt.  I couldn't show up to work that day because I couldn't put on any freaking pants! Do you know how chewed out I got because of that?  Of course you don't, you're the stupid Princess and no one gets to yell at you."
    >Luna's face wars between shock and embarassment.  She eventually settles on a look of shame and retreats to the far side of the basement.
    >Oh no, she's not getting off that easy.
    >"Look at me, I'm the big fairy powerful princess of the night, I have a fucking foghorn for vocal chords!  Luna, you scare me shitless when you do that.  Why?  Why in Equestria would you do that?  Do you think Celestia'd approve of that behavior?  Or...anyone, really?  If I did that kinda thing they'd throw me straight in  jail."  You throw your bat to the ground.  "Bye bye Anon, you're a weirdo freakazoid who can't play nice with others so we're gonna lock you in a room by yourself for ten years.  Yeah, where's the fairness in that, Luna?  Understand.  UNDERSTAND:  YOU SCARE ME!"
    >Breathing a little hard now, but you've earned this.  Wait, did you just chew out the ruling matriarch's little sister?
    >You're damn straight I did.
    >Luna has now curled up into herself.  She's sniffling loudly.
    "We  know...We scare a lot of people Anon.  We've been trying...and we've been doing better, but we still see the shadows of hostilities that follow us.  Uncertainty.  We don't want to be feared."
    >Yeah, you're not gonna fall for this.
    >...why do you feel so guilty seeing her crying like that?
    >NO, DAMMIT, YOU'RE STRONGER THAN THIS.
    "We wanted to just talk to someone, Anon.  When Twilight first brought you to our sister and us, you looked upon us with unjudging eyes.  You responded to us with open arms, untainted with prejudice, or judgements for our past transgressions."
    >She looked up at you.  Her eyes were liked green diamonds in what little light there was down here.
    >STAY STRONG ANON!  FORTIFY THE GATES!  READY THE CATAPULTS!  MORE ARCHERS ALONG THE WALL, WE SHALL NOT FALTER!
    "We thought that perhaps here was one able to see us for who we are.  Without the trappings of legend or protocol to cloud their actions.  We wanted to appear as equals."
    >Aw fuck, this was gonna be hard.  "Still doesn't explain the ropes."
    "We....well...we had much courage to muster before we could summon you.  The castle has no shortage of...liquid encouragement.  Perhaps too much encouragement, it all seemed a good idea at the time.  We were rather uninhibited during our interactions, and much embarassment and head pains were to be had when we awoke the next day.  Especially after our last encounter."
    >Right.  The making out.  You thought you tasted Vinyl Scotch on her.
    "We came here tonight mostly to apologize.  It was a terrible breach on your rights.  We feel truly awful for our...advances.  We pray that one day you may forgive us."
    >It was more than a breach.  It was complete decimation.  It was annihalation.  It was horror.
    >"Well...I...thanks for coming here to say that.  It takes a lot to say you're sorry.  Especially for royalty."
    >No, stop that.  You're doing it all wrong!  Anger! ANGER!
    >She shakes her head.
    "No.  It still is not enough.  As co-ruler, our behavior must be exemplery.  There is no excuse for abusing someone placed under our protection."  Her eyes started to well again.  "It's just...we enjoyed sharing ourselves with you."
    >All those damn watercolor paintings.  To be fair, some were actually pretty good.  As long as they weren't creepy portraits of you.   She actually had knack for landscapes.  A few too many were nightscapes for your tastes, but hey, paint what you know.  You told her as much.
    "Thank-you."  She smiles, just a bit.  "We are glad you can be honest with us.  Very forward, but honest.  My sister says honesty is one of the strongest tenements of friendship, and I hope to be worthy of your honesty, Anon."
    >Her horns begins to glow and you reflexively reach for your bat when you feel a sudden tingling on your ass.
    >"Woah, Luna, hey!  HEY!"  You remove your steel coverings and do a complete tactical assesment of your butt.  The tattoos were gone.  HOT DAMN YOU CAN GO SWIMMING AGAIN!
    "We hope this can be a start.  We do not know what you were thinking when we made those.  And you are right.  You are not cattle.  But what is a branding?
    >"Oh it's...um...never mind, thanks for getting rid of those...things."
    "It was wrong of us to mark you with something so intimate.  Especially if you are not willing to receive such affections."  The waving of her hair was slower than normal, it draped heavily over her shouldrs.
    >"Luna, about that -are you really?  You know.  Stallions not really you're style?"  She turned a deep red and dug her hooves into the ground.
    "Anon, we have lived for a long time.  We have held the hearts of many p0ny, and sometimes non-p0ny.  We believe love is not something that should be limited in so narrow a fashion."
    >Pretty progressive, this one.
    "But still, we must be discreet in our attatchments.  There are always those who look up to us, and we cannot be perceived as radical when it comes to so pervasive a tradition, no matter how stifling we believe it to be."
    >She sounded rather bitter.  "Well hey, I can respect that.  Once when I was in highschool, I..um...never mind."  You hated thinking about your years on the swim team.  The blossoming figures.  The tentavie touches in the locker room.  Secret whispers on long bus rides.  So beautiful.  So confusing.  "I get what you're saying."
    "But...I really did enjoy talking with you.  And yes, I do find you to be an elegant creature to look upon.  But I am royalty, and my ability of self control has been instilled in me since I was a child.  We just had a mere lapse, however psychologically scarring.  It won't happen again."
    >"Get to the point, sweetie."
    "We truly enjoyed talking with someone not necessarily subject to our rule, someone we could view as an equal.  We would like this to continue.  Can we still be friends?  Or, can we start being friends?  True friends?  No more ropes, upon our royal oath."
    >She gave you the most adorable smile you've ever seen.
    >"No more kindnappings?"
    "Only on special occassions."
    >You ready your bat.
    "We jest, anon.  Of course not."
    >This chick right here.
    >"Well...I suppose there's no harm in that."
    >NO, THE OUTER WALLS HAVE BEEN BREACHED!  THEY'RE STORMING THE KEEP!  GOD HAVE MERCY UPON OUR SOULS, OUR QUEEN, WE HAVE FAILED YOU!
    She looked as though a thousand pounds were lifted from her.  "We would..." she bit her lip and looked around the basement uncertainly.  "we would like to know if we may stay a while longer.  Today was especially taxing and...it would be nice to share a happy night with a friend."
    >You looked at your clock.  It was late, but you had tomorrow off.
    >"Um...sure, Luna.  We can hang out."  To be honest the past few days have been pretty stressful, and not all of it because of crazed all-nighters. Some company would be a nice change of pace.  And she was pretty..."Come on."  You motioned to the bed.  "Hop up.  I think there's spiders on the floor, anyway."
    >She jumps on the bed with you and ruffles your comforters.  There was a look of an ecstatic teenage girl on her face and it turned your stomach into a million butterflies.
    >Fuck, this is gonna be hard.
    >She giggles.
    >hnnnggg, dammit.
    >"Just, if you want to come over, give me some warning, and make sure I don't have to work the next day, please."
    "Of course, Anon, of cousre,"  She laid on her back and held up a stuffed animal you kept on your bed.
    "What manner of creature is this?"
    >"That's a xenomorph.  I stitched it myself," you say with no undue amount of overbearing pride.  "I call him Snapples.
    "Oh.  It is most adorable."
    >This chick.  This fuckin' chick.