>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?