A Portrait of Perversity

Chapter 1: The Gift

It was very odd of the Princess to give you such a gift like this. Mind, it wasn’t that you and the Sun were enemies or anything along those lines,just that she never really interacted with you much. Most curious, she never really even shown much surprise when you suddenly appeared up in this bizarre pastel horsey land; just a generic welcome and a reminder to try and not blow anyone up. You’ve kept to your word, for the most part, making a small ensemble of acquaintances in the local town of colorful talking horse aliens. You were a bit of an eccentric, so you hadn’t too much issue blending in with the town. You also came in a few years ago with a bit of an aggressive streak that has since diluted a bit. This had endeared you to a select few in Ponyville, but for the most part the town let you be. You bunked in a small wooden house you and the local farm hands helped you build after you managed to score a few bits. One lone hall connecting to a single bedroom, a restroom, and a kitchen, all nestled at the top of a hill overlooking Ponyville.

You gazed across the golden paper you hand torn off around the rectangular box revealing two portraits, seemingly hand-painted. Each square stood about four feet high by three feet wide. The first had an enchantingly dark green background, and in the canvas, standing with her legs crossed elegantly was a rather sophisticated looking young mare. Her hair was a fine silver, and her coat a regal looking white. She wore a necklace of silver around her neck with earrings as well, matching her hair. Her mane was elegantly braided, as was her tail, looking long and healthy. Her eyes were grayish-blue in color, dark in contrast with her lighter fur.

The other portrait had a bit more kick to it, its background a vibrant, passionate blend of orange, yellows, and reds; splattered like a sunset. In the center of this painting was another mare, this one drawn with a bit of a smug smile, her eyes lidded. She had messier rose-red hair and a fine orange coat color. Her mane is a bit frazzled and cut short for a mare, reminiscent of the local weather pegasus. She stood facing you from the portrait, her body situated in such a way that the curves of her body were accentuated nicely. A curious pose for a seemingly classy portrait.

You’ve actually had a long-held appreciation for the arts, but you never recall telling Celestia, or heck, anyone from Ponyville about this before. As you wonder just where the idea of giving you these two portraits came from, you look over the frames. Both were made of gold and decorated with swirls and indentations for diamonds (not included) and there was an inscription at the bottom of the frame, set in two brackets.

On the painting of the sophisticated mare it read, ‘Lady of the Manor’ and underneath ‘Artist Unknown’. The spunkier looking mare reads ‘The Alternative Lady’ and underneath ‘Artist Also Unknown’. This strikes you immediately as curious to include the term ‘also’. The paintings both looked very realistic so it didn’t strike you as strange that they were in a bundle, but such an engraving struck you as unprofessional. Then again, you’ve never really been to a pony museum so maybe their standards were simply different.

You waste no time in hanging each portrait along your hallway, facing each other. Considering how devoid of possessions most of your home was, you have to admit it felt just the tiniest sliver classier adorned with these two fine paintings. You could only imagine how expensive they must be, and you continue to roll about your head just why the Princess saw you fit to have them. Regardless, a gift is a gift, and having nothing else to do you wander to your room and sit at your desk. After shuffling through the mess of all you had amassed in the desk drawer you find a fine looking piece of parchment, a quill, and ink. You feel a bit awkward addressing Royalty, even though Celestia was fairly casual as far as royalty goes. Or so her student had told you at least. Still, keeping in mind the basic tact (you may have fun screwing around in Ponyville, but you still had the basic sense of social understanding to know not to piss off the Alicorn God Princess who lets you stay here) you write a quick thank you letter. Once the ink had dried you insert it into a simple white letter and begin to make your way down the hallway to have it sent off, passing the two portraits along the way.

‘My painting is crooked’

‘Fix it.’

What? You stop dead in your tracks as you look at the Lady of the Manor. Her inscription had changed. Wait, what, no, that’s ridiculous. You’re seeing things.

… Nope, it’s still there. You hear a tapping noise and gaze up to feel your heart skip a beat to see the regal mare had gotten … closer to the portrait? She was tapping her hoof against it! The portrait itself wasn’t shaking but it was making an unmistakable tapping noise. You gape and just stare, and you see her giving you an irritated glare before darting her eyes downward. You follow back to the inscription again.

‘It’s rude to stare’

‘The bottom is off to the left by two centimeters.’

Okay. This is happening. Motivated by her piercing stare you find yourself lean forward (the walls were still built more to pony scale than human, the roof was only barely above your head, a downside to using mostly ponies for your construction team) to try and adjust the painting. You give it a rough jerk to the right, only to hear a thump as the mare’s face smacked against the portrait. The inscription changed again.

‘AAAGHK!!’

‘WHAT IN CELESTIA’S-!? Be gentle! I’m fragile!’

You hold the painting still, and watch as the mare adjusts herself. Despite being painted in (while realistically drawn, the paints used on her were visible and she was clearly a part of the portrait) she moved at a surprisingly natural pace, standing back up and rubbing where her nose had hit the… glass? If not for your surprise at how ridiculous the situation was, this would almost be hilarious. She adjusts her mane and necklace in a snooty manner before looking back at you.

‘Do be’

‘More careful now.’

Taking her advice, you slide the bottom of the painting to the right just a touch, having to lean uncomfortably low to do so.

‘Almost there,’

‘Too much, a pinch to the left.’

You look up with an annoyed glare. She sighs silently.

‘-This is my new home.’

‘I want to settle properly.’

You adjust the painting perfectly, and the Lady gives you a curt nod.

“Is that perfect, your highness?” you ask aloud, talking more to yourself than her. To your surprise she gives you a curt smile, and her inscription changes.

‘Indeed.’

‘You may be on your way now.’

Then it dawns that yes, she can hear you. But you apparently can’t hear her. In any case, her snooty attitude has made a poor first impression on you and you look forward to leaving her a bit to go and figure this out and-oh wait, you have another painting, don’t you?

‘Hey babe’

‘That painting would actually look best a bit lower’

You jump a bit in shock as you raise your eyes from the curious inscription of The Alternate Lady to find the frazzled mare equally close to the portrait. She had her eyes fixed on you, albeit at a lower angle than you prefered. Her pale orange cheeks had just the slightest tint of pink to them and the gaze she was giving you struck you as far more lecherous than a mare should be capable of. She was so close to the screen you could only see her from a bit below her neck up. Her forearms and hooves respective seemed to be arching slowly back and forth. She raises on up, pointing down at the inscription. You look down to quickly to notice the hoof was glistening with something.

‘Not that you need to turn around,’

‘This angle works fine too’

It’s then you feel your face flush. You were just going to bring your letter to the mailbox in your front yard (you didn’t have any neighbors) so you didn’t have to bother getting dressed for the excursion. You were still in a pair of simple black boxers and a t-shirt the local seamstress made for you. you cover yourself instinctively, and the mare giggles in her painting silently before giving the glass a playful kiss.

‘I’m just teasing you, love’

‘Go on, deliver your goods’

You continue staring at her for a few seconds, which she returns with a sly grin of her own, her eyes half-lidded as she sets her head onto a hoof. You are currently too … something between flustered and confused; conflustered, to formulate any sort of clever response. She refuses to break the stare off.

“... Right.” You grab the letter and continue to the front door. You can feel at least one pair of eyes following you all the while, maybe two. You didn’t look back.

You feel a bit more relieved as you exit into your front yard. The autumn sun was gentle and Ponyville was barely visible down the hill your house sat at. You had a large number of trees scattered around your house so you didn’t worry too much about any pony seeing you in your underwear. Hell, there were a number of nights you enjoyed at the pond near the small porch of your house in the buff. Admittedly, most of the populace beneath you seemed fond of nudity anyways so it wasn’t that pressing of a concern. You weren’t a pony though so the standard wasn’t exactly the same.

No, what the actual concern was is that you had some self-proclaimed royalty and a voyeur in your hallway right now inside of paintings. What was this about, some sort of security? Were they spying on you for Celestia? No that was paranoia speaking, no reason to assume that. A prank? They both seemed way to sentient for a prank, and there were at least fifteen moral strictures to unicorn magic that would prevent creating life solely for a gag. You collapse onto the step of your porch, holding your envelope and thinking what to do. You crumple up your letter. This calls for some sort of revision. Walking back to your room would mean crossing those two again. You needed some sort of game plan first.

Didn’t you? Admittedly they both seemed pretty stuck there. They could move around but… what if there was more to it than that? Two mares trapped in paintings. For what purpose? Punishment? Both look pretty healthy and content with their stations. Before you can respond, you see a shadow above you and hear a loud thunk! as the local mailmare collided into the dirt about a foot from your mailbox. You go to cover yourself only to find that it was just Derpy. Being the only mailmare to cover routes on the far edge of Ponyville, you’ve made idle conversation with her before. She liked delivering to your house since you don’t really care about any grass she pulls up with her occasional collisions. Flying cross-eyed must be a bitch.

“Hey Anon, a letter for you! From the Princess too!”

Immediately you dart to your feet and take the purple, ribbon-wrapped envelope from the mare. She shakily gets back to her hooves, taking one glance at you before respectfully averting her eyes. At least one of them anyways.

“Oh, uh, sorry about this, wasn’t expecting two runs,” you awkwardly explain as you tear out the ribbon.

Her cheeks a bit pink, the mailmare responds with an equally awkward “It’s um, no problem… Take care, Anon!” before turning her back to you, waving, and taking back off to the sky.

You’ve spoken with her enough and she’s seen you in more compromising positions to really worry about this too much. You were now more focused on the fine golden ink on the paper Celestia had sent you.

‘Dearest Anon,

As this arrives, I have little doubt you may have noticed the unusual nature of the parcel I have sent you. First and foremost, yes it is indeed meant for you, and no, it is not by any means any form of intentional privacy invasion on my part. I confess that I have invaded your privacy, albeit only in small amounts, in the past. Living on the edge of Ponyville as you do, my routine guards often take notice of your current home. Namely that you very rarely leave it aside from odd jobs and the rare drink with one Miss Rainbow Dash and Miss Pinkie Pie. both of which you haven’t been socializing with much either the past few months. I imagine it must get lonely, so consider the two Ladies a present of company from me to you. Before you need worry, I did not create the two, but their existence is traced back far too long to reveal to you now. Just know that they are sentient but are not suffering and should you give them time, prove fine company.

PS: Invest in a paint brush and oils

With Care,

~Princess Celestia.

You reread over the letter a few times. Of course she had already read exactly what was on your mind the second the paintings started moving and had a counter argument prepared. Equestrian royalty was nothing to sneeze at. But more importantly, was she calling you a shutin? And that was still spying you, she had no right to-

You groan, you can’t bring yourself to get riled up. Raging against the Sun wasn’t going to do any good, and to be honest, life had been pretty lonely lately. Ever since the local librarian ascended and that hugeass, scenery-clashing castle erupted from town square you’ve been seeing less and less of Dash and Pinks, the only two ponies you’ve really bonded with. Well, Derpy too, but your situation with her was a bit more complicated. In any case, holding onto this letter would be a good idea. You also recall her mentioning of getting a paint set. You’d do it now since she’d sparked the curiosity but you’d need to get dressed first. You figure you could just ignore the two girls in the paintings, but then again, Celestia did say to give them a chance....

Screw it, you sigh, walking back indoors. You’ll put the letter away, get dressed, and hit the town for a bit to think this all over. That’s it. You take a few stomps forward, entering your hallway, the two paintings still present where you left them. On your right you notice the Lady of the Manor is reclining on what appeared to be air, her eyes shut and her nose up. She’d look fine with a glass of wine, you think to yourself.

THUD!!

“Gah! What in the f-?”

You turn in shock to the other side of the hallway to see that Alternate had slammed a hoof against her portrait. She was staring at you, and had a look of concern and worry to her eyes.

‘PLEASE HELP ME’

‘MY CANVAS IS BEGINNING TO TEAR!!’

That catches your attention.

“Well what do I do?”

The Lady is watching from her own painting now, looking alert while the inscription under Alternative begins to shift, letters forming;

‘Take me to your room!’

‘You have to stop me from ripping!’

Her eyes were starting to water, was this hurting her? It was impossible to tell but no time to ask, you quickly rip her portrait from the wall. She tumbles but you don’t have time to care as you rush to your room. You set her on the bed, leaning against the wall where she is watching nervously. You throw open your desk drawer and a mess of papers and the like clatter to the floor.

“Shit… C’mon, tape, tape, tape… Glue…Tacks…Anything...”

Son of a bitch! Of course you have nothing that can help the situation, you quickly turn back to the Alternative Mare for any potential solutions. She’s looking right back at you, smiling. She was laying onto her back, her hind legs spread eagle before you, a hoof pulling her marehood open just a bit for you. A thick red blush was spread about her face, her green eyes gleaming in an almost dangerous way as she leaned her head forward to stare back at you. Her tongue was pressed firmly between her teeth. She slid her hoof back just a hint, opening her rosy, wet passage a bit more for you. Her inscription had changed.

‘So that’s all it takes’

‘To get me in bed with you, huh?’

She brings her other hoof to her lips, hiding a silent giggle before giving a wink to you. You feel a mix of feelings rush to your chest, anger at the lie, confusion at this whole goddamn life, and the heat of curious, curious passion. The way her painted form moved was almost hypnotic, the way her tail fell flat, hidden beneath the frame of the portrait, yet she clearly ‘breathed’ for you. She tensed her thighs up before opening them wider, pulling her haunch so you could see both her entrances quite clearly. She had healthy hips, if not almost a bit on the pudgy side. You bring your hand to your temple, not sure how to handle this situation.

‘Now don’t be bitter, love’

‘You seem to be responding in the right ways for me...’

She takes her teeth away from her tongue long enough to remove her hoof from her sex, licking her own nectar from her limb, dampening it with her own saliva before sliding it back between her thighs and gazing back at you. Lower.

‘...Down...’

‘...There...’

There was no point hiding it, between the adrenaline of her scare earlier and the free show of her body now, your manhood had come to an achy stiffness, and while you feel ashamed at how intoxicating the mare’s body was, already a beam of clear liquid managed to slip through the fabric at the tip of your cock where precum was forming.

‘Don’t fight it, sweetie...’

‘Let me look at you...’

She pulls her right leg back even further with impressive flexibility, diving the tip of her hoof inside of her now and gyrating it in circles, her walls taking her in like a champ. Her other hoof makes its way under her other thigh, pulling the rotund flesh of her rump back to further stretch her entrances for you. A trail of drool escapes her mouth, which curves into a perverse grin

‘Let me see...’

‘Your cock.’

You really should resist, but those scary green eyes are hard to refuse. She was just… a painting right? You feel your breathing grow heavy under her stare as you slide your hands at the stretchy fabric that hemmed your boxers and pull it down. Your erection pops up at full mast, a small trail of pre visibly connected to the fabric of your underwear before collecting on the floor. Alternative gasps silently before sliding her tongue around the top of her lip, diving her hoof even deeper into her body. The other beginning to playfully prod at her anus.

“Have it your way… But what do I do now?” You sigh, she was absolutely shameless, her eyes not once leaving your shaft as her inscription shifted again.

‘Do what feels good’

‘Tend to it, love.’

She slows her own self-ministrations to stare at your cock, waiting impatiently. Her body shuddered, her eyes burning and damp with her own passion. You awkwardly bring your hand down to waist level, your fingers padding against where the pillar of flesh began. She winces slightly, moaning inaudible as her inscription shifted again, bolder this time.

‘Ah… Go on, grab it!’

‘Jerk off for me, don’t stop till you get every drop out!’

That was incentive enough, you bring your hand around your cock, and wrap it tightly into your fist. Too dry… You take your other hand, and with your finger smear your pre down your shaft. You regret not keeping lubrication on hand. Ponies had the luck of both genders releasing enough natural lube to never need the stuff. But the show of you smearing your cock in your own fluid was apparently enticing enough for the mare. She bites into her lip as she watches, sliding her other hoof into her ass and slowly pumping inward and outward on both ends, stretching herself wider.

‘Oh Goddess!!’

‘Do more, just like that, love!’

She grits her teeth, shivering all over as she continued to ready her hooves to rut herself. You comply with her desire, mainly for matching your own bit by bit. You dig two fingers deep into the pre leaking from your tip, smearing it across the underside of your shaft. The piercing stare of the mare set against your wall made such a simple action feel so much dirtier than it ever had solo. Once you feel your member slick from your early emissions you bring your hand around yourself, leaving little room for air between your hands and your dick. Your eyes dart from your own body to the mare watching you, she had her hoof two inches inside of her now, as your eyes meet hers you see her thighs tense together, plowing her hooves a bit deeper inside of her.

‘Oh yes! Now...’

‘Squeeze yourself, hard as you can muster!’

You don’t even bother looking at your privates anymore, too engrossed in her own lewd, messy display before you. You tense till your knuckles whiten, the flesh of your cock contouring between your tightening fingers. You can feel your body ache with pain and the longing of more attention. You ease your grip and more pre dribbles freely. You tighten again, and then it dawns on you how closely the Alternative was watching your every move. Every time your knuckles twitched as you pressed, she would drive her hoof deeper inside of her. As she moaned, her inscription would constantly shift, occasionally a legible ‘mm’ or ‘ah!’ legible from the mangled letters which seemed to have just as much trouble keeping steady as she was.

‘That’s the ticket...’

‘Now come closer to me.’

“Mm… Right,” you half-grunt, fully removing your boxers to shamble closer to the portrait, standing at the edge of the bed, your cock gracefully situated at her eye level. She didn’t even bother to look for your eyes anymore, knowing you were already waiting for her inscriptions.

‘Now that’s a display...’

‘Now I want...’

The words froze for a bit as she shuddered through another wave of self-inflicted pleasure, more of her essence leaking between the hoof penetrating her. Her eyes lull back a bit as her ‘instructions’ continue.

‘Your other hand,’

‘Play with your balls for me.’

You don’t even hesitate at this point, you can feel that dangerous excitement of those naughty eyes watching you and you don’t want to disappoint. You slide your non-dominant hand under the shaft you are still squeezing and kneading to cup your hand around your balls. The two orbs hand delicately beneath you, sensitive to your touch as you grip just a little bit, allowing the two to slip around your middle finger, palm open so the mare can see every move. The sensitivity of fondling your balls makes you dick spasm, pulsing even harder against your hand. You bite into your lip and the grin of the Alternate widens, her tongue caught between her teeth.

‘Does it feel good?’

‘Moan for me...’

Your face flushes red at the request, but the way she tensed her eyebrows with just the tiniest trace of malice turned you against fighting back. You squeeze your hands tighter, pressing your balls closer to your shaft, trying to recapture that same spasm earlier. It strikes again, your cock wracked with tension and the ache of begging release. She notices the twitch, her eyes watering slightly as she roughly jams her hoof deep into her marehood, her walls have trouble expanding at the rate she was starting to rut herself.

“Mm… Oh….” you groan audibly, feeling incredibly awkward, the mare responds in tone with a drawn moan of her own. You can’t hear it but her inscription held no lies. The other hoof works its way against her ass, slowly prying her open to slip inside ever so slowly. With the girth of the hoof it looks painful, but she couldn’t look more satisfied, forcing her rear to adjust to the girth of her hoof at a frightening pace. The display was sending waves of lust to your privates with far more efficiency than your bare hands ever could.

“Oh god… Shit…” you sigh, your breathing tightening up as you feel yourself grow slightly lightheaded. You’re close, and she can tell, as she spoke quickly.

‘Closer now!’

‘Come right onto my painting!’

You halt, your body screaming at you to continue as you try to process if you read that right. She slides both hooves into her, positively gaping from both ends as she cries out, her inscription frantically writing itself now.

‘DO IT!!’

‘I WANT YOUR CUM TO COAT EVERY INCH OF MY WORLD!’

She had the look of a sex crazed maniac, her eyes focused on your hand no longer under your control you were frantically beating faster now, still massaging the orbs beneath you faster still. You’d grip down to the point where pain would begin, which simply mixed with the pleasure racking between your thighs to further intensify what is to come. You lean forward, your forehead to the wall, staring down at the angled painting, watching her fuck herself from above as you feel it coming. You don’t slow down as you feel your whole life pause briefly before your vision fogs and the first blast of creamy white erupts from your urethra with a force you’ve never experienced before.

Your eyes shut as the sensation of intense release over takes your, the spasms as blast after blast of your cum is forced from you. You await the sound of the gooey essence splattering against the glass only to hear… silence? You open your eyes with effort as you feel the next wave of cum about to release. It does, and you see your essence blast forward, and phase through the painting, only to messily splatter all over the mare’s pussy, splashing as though your seed fell a distance before drenching her, spreading out onto her tummy and chest. Where you had came early was clearly evident judging from the thick trails of milky white coating her muzzle, lips, and collar. There was no way you could physically cum that much, it was like the painting was taking it into perspective and was trying to drown the poor mare.

...Poor was a bad choice of words though, as she was bucking her hips forward as the torrent drenched her, spreading her pussy wide to try and take more of your seed inside of her. She catches your gaze as you gasp sharply as the final wave of pleasure zips down your back and erupts from your cock into one final blast of cum, which liberally drizzles down her, from her face to her pussy, the rest of your seed starting to dribble down her side and onto the background of the painting. She’s panting, lust-filled pleasure in her eyes. She lets her tongue out, low and long before lapping the cum plastered about her lips. You can see her throat tense as she swallows the colossal amount of seed before looking up at you and winking. You can even see bits of your semen had collected in her eyelashes.

She is fully aware of your gaze and what her presence was doing to you. With a smirk she slid her hoof back into her now-overflowing pussy, drenching herself with your seed and her own nectar before playfully licking the tip of her hoof, collecting the mixed goo on her tongue, making certain you can see before swabbing it about her mouth, then taking her hoof into her mouth. She managed to get it in a full two inches despite the girth, sucking on it with enough force to cave her cheeks slightly. Then she’d look back at you with those mischievous, half-lidded eyes and popped the hoof out, flinging the spunk everywhere, bits of it trailing down her lip and chin. You fall backwards onto your desk chair behind you, feeling more spent than ever before as the mare continues to bathe in your seed.

‘Hah… Your cum stinks’

‘It’s so intoxicating...’

You can only regain your breath as you watch the mare continue scooping up hoof fulls of your cum, licking and slurping it down in a way you’d assume would be quite noisy. Considering from her perspective it was enough to fill a bathtub you seriously doubt she’d ever be fully rid of it. Your rub your hand through your hair, your mind slowly leaving that hypnotic sex drive and your own active thoughts returning to you.

You met two talking ponies stuck in paintings. Then you came on one an hour later. You have yet to so much as ask their names. You doubt this is what Celestia intended when she tossed these two onto you. … Well then again, maybe she did. Goddesses are weird with their multi century logic. You figure you may as well try and rectify this encounter a little bit, even though it was definitely not self-propagated.

“Hey you, that was lovely and all, but I have a question for you.”

She glances back up at you, reluctantly releasing a hoof full of cum to splatter about her chest.

‘Must the fun be interrupted?’

‘Hm… Oh fine, what is it?’

You try to avoid letting the sight of the thoroughly bukkake’d mare get to you too much.

“You just got here, and I don’t know your name. Your title said Alternative Lady and-”

‘That’s a mouthful isn’t it?’ (she pauses before her second inscription, gulping visibly the cum that she had let pool in her mouth earlier)

‘Call me … Rosy. I like that name.”

She smiled, for once in a genuine manner to contrast with her dishevelled and sticky appearance. You rise and sit on the bed next to the painting.

“Alright, Rosy it is. I uh, go by Anon.”

‘Anon? Not very interesting a name’

‘I think I’ll stick with nicknames, love.’

You look up to the ceiling, you suppose that would be fine. Would make having any company in the future awkward though. Well, aside from having two sentient horse paintings in your house would already be.

“Okay, so just out of curiosity can I get you a towel or is there anything I can do to help you clean up in there?”

She raises a hoof in protest.

‘Absolutely not, first only fluid can enter the paintings,’

‘And two, drinking all your cum will give me something to savor for the evening.’

You assume she was kidding, with how the volumes differed, she’d distend her stomach taking it all in. She apparently noticed your concern, responding with a knowing giggle.

“Alright then, I won’t argue. But how did you know that only fluid can enter?”

That actually gets her to stop her shameless displays long enough to look contemplative before responding.

‘... Well I’ve been in here since forever and’

‘Celestia did a lot of experiments with me.’

She sighed and her inscription faded to be replaced as she continued ‘talking’

‘Unfortunately she wasn’t willing to’

‘Do anything really fun. Tease...’

She sighed, tossing her head back. ‘Really fun’? You begin to wonder just what Celestia does in her free time aside from apparently take care of magic paintings. In any case, you can feel yourself softening up so you stand back up, stretching. Rosy leans forward, smiling again.

‘Ooh?’

‘Ready for another round?’

“What? No, I just came, I was going to get you resituated in the hall.”

‘What? But wouldn’t’

‘Doing it again feel even better?’

Like a switch she was already leaning forward, sliding a hoof down her chest. You sigh and do your best to ignore it. Admittedly the temptation to stand around and jerk off all day was there, but it would probably be a bad habit to get too hooked on becoming a bukkake supplier for a painting.

“It’s your first day here, doesn’t seem right to spend all day jacking into a painting.” You start to put your underwear back on, and while you’re at it, find a pair of jeans and a t-shirt to toss on as well. Rosy looks notably disappointed to see you covering up.

‘What could possibly be’

‘More fun than making me your little cum deposit all day?’

You snort loudly, trying not to laugh. To be brazen was one thing but there’s no way she could be serious talking like that. Only she wasn’t laughing. She was looking rather irritated at you for laughing in the first place.

“Erm, I mean it would feel good, yeah, but I still have some errands to run and uh.”

She rolls her eyes, unimpressed.

“And besides, I need to get you back to the Lady and-”

Her eyes perk up with a devious grin.

‘Oh! Take me back!’

‘Make sure she can see me, oh this’ll be GOOD.’

You don’t like the way she worded that, but take advantage of the situation to hoist her up above your head. She slides against the edge of the canvas, landing belly first. As if instinctually she splays her legs apart, ensuring that the only view above you was her soaked, flared marehood and splatters of your own cum sticking to the pane from inside. You try not to think about it as you move to the hallway and slide the painting back into place across from the Lady.

Rosy was already prepared apparently, she had her rump facing the canvas, tail parted and spreading herself open, still up to her hooves in cum. You blush, turning your focus on the other lady, who was currently glaring at you with an intangible amount of disgust.

‘Well! I see’

‘You’ve acquainted yourself with that delinquent.’

While you were completely dressed, there was no use even pretending to hide what went down. Rosy would make that impossible, as she was still very much showing off her satisfied sex for her neighbor. Her inscription was no doubt reading something suitably lewd so you focus on the Lady of the Manor.

“... I uh, couldn’t help myself. It’s been a while.” You try to shamble out an explanation, she stiffens her lip, as though ashamed to look you in the eyes, tossing her silver hair back into its proper location.

‘To engage in such crude acts on the first day...’

‘To think a pervert would be my new owner...’

Now that’s just rude. You open your mouth to respond with an equally rude retort only to hear Rosy smacking on her portrait. Her grin had surpassed mischievous into near shit-eating levels.

‘Hey, she’s just jealous, babe’

‘You should take her for a round too.’

The Lady’s eyes widened and she jerked her head left and right roughly, bringing her hooves up defensively. Her face was flushing red.

‘A-absolutely not! Never!’

‘To think of even considering letting someone just-’

You sigh, it looks like these two would keep each other company just fine.

“Relax snooty, I’m just going out to the store to restock the fridge.” You begin to ease out only for another tap of Rosy to steal your attention. The Lady whose name you’d yet to inquire had taken to turning away from her portrait, refusing to look at the two of you now. Rosy’s inscriptions read:

‘You should totally buy’

‘A paintbrush and some oil paints. Trust me.’