Interraton, Second Earth

Bekkah Runs From Luna

Bekkah had grown tired of the things she had to put up with when she would visit her mother, and she was beginning to resent Luna. No, it wasn’t actually the elf queen, so much as it was the parties and the jubilees that she had been hosting throughout the two hundred and forty-nine years she sat as queen. She hadn’t been inside the castle for longer than five minutes when Luna had taken out the latest outfit from her closet. As soon as her eyes saw the outfit, she cringed, as she was aware of the fact that no matter what she tried to say in order to talk her mother out of making her don such an ugly arrangement of fabric.

In her mother’s sitting room, Bekkah sat on the edge of the chair. She was biting her nails, as she watched Luna pull the hideous clothing out of the back of her closet. The main color of the fabric was gold, the accent colors were purple, green and gray.  The problem was that with the colors placed together with the elf’s skin complexion and hair color the outfit would drown out every aspect of her amazingly shaped body including her ass. She was no skinny little trainer elf. She was no tubby classic elf. She was a wonderfully built giant elf. She stood eight feet six inches tall, but she was no bean pole. Just ask her, she will tell you the same thing.

The sight of the garment was a lot more problematic than she’d anticipated, and she said, “Oh hell no! Mother! Are you crazy or completely out of your mind? In the past, I was kind enough to swallow my pride, and I allowed you to put me in those insane ass dress clothes, but I’m an adult. I don’t live under your castle roof. I’m married. I have eleven children. These things all combined together give me the right to tell you no. So, no. I will not wear that treacherous, vile, soul sucking horror show”.

You will have to catch me, restrain me and force it on me. If you do that, you’d better watch out for daddy, Luna McGonagall because if he finds out you tormented me until I just gave in, he’s gonna be madder than hell, and he will be gunning for you”.  Bekkah had hoped the threat of telling her father Lance about her mother torturing her into submitting at the queen’s behest would get her mother to stop threatening to don that ugly piece of fabric in front of all her friends, peers, and future coworkers, but the words fell on deaf ears.