Anomalous - (WIP)Celestia Oneshot - Blind Painting


                                            Author: Anomalous

                                            Pastebin URL: 6nBk6cVz.html

                                            Date: May 27th, 2013


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                                            Remember, I only edited it so it's readable but still has a shit ton of mistakes, like mixed tenses, improper dialogue, shit like that.


                                            >You are a painter.

                                            >One of the best in all of Equestria.

                                            >A single glance and you can paint anything in amazing detail.

                                            >Or, at least you used to.

                                            >The first time coming here was one of the best experiences you ever felt.

                                            >All the color and the funny shapes!

                                            >All you thought about was painting them!

                                            >You marvel at the though of having the scene permanently imprinted in a canvas.

                                            >You started with a simple painting, it was a tree house.

                                            >You didn't know it then but it was a library and Twilight's house.

                                            >Then you started painting the residents.

                                            >You studied their shapes, their manes and tails, everything about them.

                                            >You were born with a natural talent.

                                            >Painting has become as easy as breathing.

                                            >At first you were unrecognized.

                                            >The ponies thought of you as 'just the alien'.

                                            >But once Rarity noticed your talent you were able to make a living.

                                            >She was able to spread your name through her connections.

                                            >It wasn't much, but it was enough to get by.

                                            >Life was simple.


                                            >Eventually you were recognized the Princess Celestia herself.

                                            >You learned from Twilight that she showed her one of your paintings.

                                            >You still remember the first thing she said to you.

                                            >"Hello my little human, my name is Celestia. What's your name?"

                                            >You were dumbfounded, not because that the princess was actually talking to you, but because of how beautiful she was.

                                            >How her mane shone in the light, reflecting the multitude of colors.

                                            >How her posture was simple yet elegant that even standing still she looked like flowing water.

                                            >And her eyes, the most beautiful eyes you ever saw.

                                            >If someone asked you what your favorite color was at that time, you wouldn't hesitate to say magenta.

                                            >You sat there for a good minute or so just staring at her, until you hear Twilight cough, snapping you back to reality.

                                            "A-Anon! My name is Anon."

                                            >You blurted out further embarrassing yourself.

                                            >"Well, Anon, if it's polite to ask, can you paint a portrait of me?"

                                            >Even if she didn't ask you would have done so anyways.

                                            "I would love to princess."

                                            >After the meeting you rushed back into your home and started to work on her portrait.

                                            >This was one of the biggest projects you took.


                                            >Day after day you slaved away in front of the canvas trying to recapture Princess Celestia's beauty and displaying it vivid detail.

                                            >But to no avail.

                                            >Every stroke of your brush did not justify her beauty.

                                            >Nothing you do could amend it.

                                            >Somehow Princess Celestia knew you were having trouble and took her time to visit you.

                                            >And just like the last time, you were stunned by her beauty.

                                            >Sometimes she would tell you about her day and sometimes she would just watch you paint.

                                            >Then she visited you everyday.

                                            >And everyday the two of you got closer and closer.

                                            >You learned a lot about her, and she learned a lot about you.

                                            >On some days when she's stressed out a single word from you and she would be back to her old self.

                                            >And all these visits weren't for naught.

                                            >You were able to paint a little bit from every visit.

                                            >As if all the stokes of the brush was a record of the day.

                                            >And in a way, it was.

                                            >All the time spent with Princess Celestia has been recorded in your painting.


                                            >"Anon, would you like to live in the castle?"

                                            >She asked you once, almost making you lose the grip on your brush.

                                            >You didn't know what to say, it was comfortable here and moving would be quite a hassle.

                                            >Immediately she sensed your hesitation and withdrew her question.

                                            >"I mean, you don't have to Anon. I was just asking if it would be easier for you."

                                            >This was the first time seeing her like this.

                                            >A flustered Princess is always a cute Princess.

                                            "I'm sorry Princess, but it's comfortable living here."

                                            >You were almost too afraid to look at her.

                                            >But you could tell.

                                            >You have a suspicion that she has a sad look in her face.

                                            >You steal a glance at her and you were correct.

                                            >The look she gives you almost crushes your heart.

                                            >A look of disappointment and hurt.

                                            "Bu-but that doesn't mean I can't visit once in a while. Besides you always visit me, I think it's my turn to repay the favor."

                                            >And that cheered her up instantly.

                                            >"You really mean it?!"

                                            >She shouted but returned to her calm composure immediately.

                                            >"I mean, I would like that."


                                            >And with that you started visiting her.

                                            >You only managed to do it once a week because of all the travel preparations, but then she started offering to pick you up.

                                            >Of course you couldn't refuse, even if you wanted to.

                                            >Sometimes you would stay over in the castle and sleep for the night and always come back and work on the painting.

                                            >Sometimes you would bring it with you and spend the week in the castle.

                                            >Not a day goes by without seeing the Princess at least once.

                                            >On some mornings it would be her to wake you up, refusing to do her royal duties until she greeted you a 'Good morning'.

                                            >And during dinner time you were allowed to sit in the royal table so that she could talk about her day to you.

                                            >It was as if your whole world rotated around her.

                                            >And you loved her for it.

                                            >You were slow to realize it, but you loved her.

                                            >Everyday you spent with her strengthened that statement.


                                            >One night, as she leads you to your room, she was especially quiet.

                                            >She usually asked how your day was, or how you're coming along with your painting.

                                            >But not this night.

                                            >As you enter your room, she follows too and shuts the door.

                                            >"Anon."

                                            >Her voice was quiet with a slight tremble in it.

                                            "Yes Princess?"

                                            >"What do you think about...me?"

                                            >That took you by surprise.

                                            >Well, not really, you knew there was something between the two of you, but you never knew she would attack you up front.

                                            "Oh-uhh...Nice, I guess?"

                                            >"Oh..."

                                            >She looks disheartened and proceeded to exit the room.

                                            >Perhaps she was looking for a better reply?

                                            "And! And, beautiful."

                                            >She stops and looks at you as you continue.

                                            "And kind. Graceful."

                                            >You stood there trying to find more words without revealing your your true feelings but fail.

                                            >You didn't care anymore, whatever the consequences are, you continue.

                                            "I love how your ear twitch ever time I compliment you."

                                            "I love how your eyes widen every time you eat sweets."

                                            "I love it when I'm feeling down, you would embrace me with your wings."

                                            "I love your company. Your warmth."

                                            "Everything about you."

                                            >You could clearly see that she's blushing now, and her wings slightly rising each time you complimented her.

                                            "I love how your mane shines in the sunlight."

                                            "I love how it flows like water even if there's no wind."

                                            "I love our little talks everyday"

                                            "I love it that you're the first and last thing I see when I wake up and sleep."

                                            >You're hyperventilating now.

                                            >All the pent up emotions are gushing out and you have no way of stopping it.

                                            >Like rushing water when the dam breaks.

                                            "I love...I love you."

                                            >You finally said it.

                                            >You're too embarrassed to look at her, let alone raise your head.

                                            >Maybe you were a little bit too forceful.

                                            >Shutting your eyes, you hope that she would let you down easily.

                                            >She moves closer to you judging from her hoof steps.

                                            >And you feel a light touch on your forehead.

                                            >You open your eyes in surprise.

                                            >She kissed your forehead.

                                            >The Princess. Kissed. Your. Forehead.

                                            >Before your mind could register what it could mean she pulls you towards the bed.

                                            >"Me too."

                                            >Now you're kissing the Princess.

                                            >Your mind is telling you to stop, but your body is saying to continue.

                                            "Princess-"

                                            >"Call me Celestia, please."

                                            >Those words almost turns your bones into jelly.

                                            >You didn't care anymore.

                                            >You surrender your body to your senses and worry about the consequences later.


                                            >You lay awake in bed.

                                            >After what seemed like hours, you too were too tired to continue and she falls asleep in your arms.

                                            >You thought you knew everything about Celestia before, but how wrong you were.

                                            >You thought you knew how her legs worked, how her body moved just by looking and observing.

                                            >But when you actually felt her, touched her...tasted her...

                                            >After tonight you had a better understand of her.

                                            >And she showed you faces that she would never reveal in public.

                                            >And right now you could see her sleeping face.

                                            >You've seen them all now.

                                            >And you wonder, if it's really alright.

                                            >She's a Princess, you're a painter.

                                            >She's a pony, you're a human.

                                            >Everything screams about you being incompatible with her.

                                            >But when you connected with her, it felt right, it felt perfect.

                                            >You look down in your arms and stare at Celestia.

                                            >You absentmindedly brush her mane from her face and she snuggles closer to your chest, cooing.

                                            >Deciding it was best to sleep and rest rather than arguing with yourself, you wrap your arms around her and let the dreams take over.


                                            >When morning comes your arms are still wrapped around her.

                                            >The sun shines through your window forcing you to remove your hands from the sleeping pony to block the light.

                                            >She stirs and immediately wake up.

                                            >"The sun!"

                                            >She tries to get up from the bed but you pull her close.

                                            "It's fine, I think your sister raised it."

                                            >"And my royal duties."

                                            "Let's have your sister worry about it for today."

                                            >You hold her tighter and run her mane through your fingers.

                                            "Try not to exert yourself too much today."

                                            >And with that you could have sworn that you felt her body temperature rise.

                                            >She brings her face to your chest hiding from embarrassment.

                                            >"Do you really mean it, what you said last night?" she mumbles across your chest.

                                            >Of course you knew what she was talking about but you wanted to tease her a bit more.

                                            "I said a lot of things last night."

                                            >She stays silent, thoroughly embarrassed.

                                            "And I could have sworn you said a lot of things last night too."

                                            >Still no response other than burying her face closer to your chest.

                                            "Like how you wanted my d-"

                                            >"I meant that if you loved me!" she interrupted.

                                            >Her wings are fully erect now, and her face is redder than an apple.

                                            >You kiss the tip of her horn eliciting a moan from her.

                                            "Of course I love you."

                                            >She looks at you and says, "I love you too."

                                            >And you two share a kiss.


                                            To be continued...Probably tomorrow (or later).