- >Be Princess Luna
- >You're splayed out on your back, exhausted, panting with exertion, and oddly satisfied
- >-He- is looming over you, pinning you to the rough flagstones of the floor
- >You can't stop your thighs from quivering.
- >-He- did this to you
- >A bastard, a thief, and a defiler.
- >Anonymous
- >His name alone sent a disgusted shiver down your spine
- >He very nature was oppositionally defiant
- >No respect for the crown
- >No respect for any authority
- >No respect for you
- >Just as he drags those damn nimble fingers up your haunches, a deep and breathy whicker is drug from your throat
- >You regret that whicker
- >Those hands, they were stronger than they looked
- >He proved that by trying to choke the life out of you, as he...
- >As he deflowered you
- >A dull pain radiated through your slender neck
- >It would surely bruise
- >Oh, sweet mother of creation
- >He was kissing you
- >No, no!
- >Resist him!
- >He doesn't deserve your lips!
- >A hand deftly, almost apologetically, drifts across your cheek.
- >You tremble with anger
- >Beacause you can't stop yourself from melting into him.
- >From working your lips against his
- >From mewling like a hussy with no restraint
- >Damn you Anonymous
- >It was only the physical sensations you liked of course.
- >He was repulsive
- >No fur
- >No hooves
- >No tail
- >Those hands and feet of his were tipped with arrays of those strange wriggling things called fingers and toes
- >They looked like miniature penises.
- >If he was at least a pony this would be much more acceptable
- >Gods, if anyone were to find out about this...
- >Well, it wasn't like you had a good reputation anyway, so what did it matter.
- >He pulled away
- >Pulled out
- >Ohhh god
- >And he was staring you down
- "Are you, ah, alright?"
- >Don't look in his eyes.
- >Don't do it.
- >If you do, he wins.
- >He wins and you lose.
- >Don't do it!
- >But you can't help yourself
- >You rake your eyes up his body, from his cock to his face
- >You meet his eyes with your own
- >Fuck
- >Anonymous was... very nicely muscled
- >His chest was heaving under labored breath, as was yours
- >His smelled... odd
- >Like a predator, like something you should fear
- >However, there was something else, something that makes you feel safe
- >You could not pin it down exatly
- >It was a heady scent, one that wormed its way into your senses like a parasite and corrupted your thoughts
- >You needed to get away
- >Putting a hoof squarely against his chest, and after some consideration, you speak
- "We are fine, why wouldn't we be?"
- >A little contempt bleeds into your tone
- >Your lip twitches upward, the last vestiges of the snarl that marred your face but an hour ago
- >You shove him back with your hoof
- >You need to get away
- >Away from him
- >Him and everything he stands for
- >Something flickered across his face, but only for a moment
- >Was it hurt?
- >Sorrow?
- >Annoyance?
- >You couldn't be sure
- >Anonymous was good at schooling his features
- >You wanted to know what it was exactly
- >Because that little flicker of unknown emotion tempered the bubbling hatred that dwelled in your gut
- >It changed it into something slightly... tamer?
- >He's moved across the room without saying a word
- >Already, he's halfway dressed
- >You glared daggers at his back
- "Blast and damnation." you growl under your breath
- >You can't seem to stand.
- >After a valiant struggle, a shadow falls over you like a blight upon the land.
- >-He- is standing there, holding out his hand.
- >What, does he offer help?
- >No, thank you.
- >I don't need you.
- >Get away from me.
- >You return to your fight alone.
- >Damn these legs of yours.
- >They've thrown their lot in with -him-
- >Just like the rest of your traitorous body.
- >He rolls his eyes
- >Apparently being ignored doesn't sit well with him
- >Good to know.
- >You yelp girlishly when he grabs you about the middle and hauls you off the floor
- >Desperate to avoid a fall, you find purchase with your legs and lock them in place as a newborn giraffe might
- >Anonymous laughs at you
- >He openly LAUGHS at you!
- >Deeply offended, you stagger away from Anon, failing to hide your indignant blush while you look for your regalia
- >It's been thoroughly scattered throughout the room you occupy.
- >A slipper by the door, one in the dead fireplace, one tangled in a rug on the floor, and...
- >Wonderful.
- >Your peytral jutted out of the wall, parallel to the floor.
- >You vaguely recall ripping it off your person with telekinesis and hurling it through the room.
- >It was probably aimed at Anon at the time.
- >A same that you had missed.
- >It appeared that your last slipper was still on your hoof.
- >Good, that only left your tiara, which was...
- >In the hands of Anonymous.
- >Of course
- >Composing yourself the best you could, you stomped up to the idle human.
- "Give that to us, it is ours." You demand rigidly.
- >You square your shoulders and rise to your full height
- >The tip of your horn hardly reaches his nose.
- >That does wonders for your self confidence.
- >Anon just regards you cooly, before carelessly tossing your tiara to you, perhaps a bit harder than necessary.
- >With the aid of some magic, your tiara settles atop the wild mess that your mane had become
- >You couldn't be seen like this by anyone
- >There were enough rumors.
- >You open your mouth to speak
- >Something thoughtful, and perhaps apologetic, sits at the tip of your tongue
- >Until you feel his... essence dripping out of your marehood.
- >With all thoughts of truce making banished from your mind, you teleport away to your chambers with a sharp pop.
- -
- >Princess Cadance sat horrified in a corner of the room where her aunt and Anon had just... just...
- >She had concealed herself with a simple light bending spell.
- >Could you blame a girl for wanting to see the outcome of her painstaking matchmaking?
- >But this...
- >She didn't even know how to describe what she had witnessed.
- >Luna had just left, a sea of emotion raged across Anon's face.
- >He sat in a nearby chair and cradled his face in his hands
- >Cadance gulped.
- >What had she gotten them into?
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