Accurate Misinterpretations (Tangerine and BoomJill)

[Tangerine]

This ordeal at least showed that she was successful at being an empathetic and benevolent figure for the people of Hyrule. One had to be the opposite of cruel and menacing after all to be subjected to this attitude from a citizen, who probably thought she was the one with an attitude.

“Hm. I think I see it now,” the princess squinted. “Maybe that's your way of protesting the regulations.” Artists often used their craft to make commentary on stuff after all. “Like, saying the taxes are too heavy,” she brainstormed, which was apparently a more likely scenerio than considering maybe Sophia had just sculpted what she observed. Thankfully, the royal treasurer worked hard to make sure the people weren't as overburdened as Zelda’s bottoms.

If the statue was indeed so true to life, then Sophia shouldn't be that unfamiliar with staring and handling this particular bum after spending hours working on it beforehand? Alright. It was probably a whole new experience, given the tactile feedback and the fact that this was the second most entitled person in the flesh.

As that entitled person, it wasn't awfully prideful to have her cheeks wobbling at the whim of a touchy artist. “Ow-ow. Well it was an idea,” she added after receiving two more on her entitled tush. “And I am doubtful you could get any closer than that.” Nearer than an arm's length, and definitely within reach, Sophia was quite close to it.

Having her waistband grabbed made her recall the bite of a tightly wedged pair of leggings. “Not again,” she protested accordingly. This time it was different. Zelda gasped as the garment moved in the opposite direction she expected. “Oh?!” In a rather dramatic fashion, her cheeks bounced out, obeying the gravity after defying it for a moment. The cheeky cotton covered her partially in the absence of her freshly yanked leggings. Small repeating golden triangles were woven into the white fabric, catching the light to shimmer away.

The wave of snicker that hit her from behind made her legs restless as they slightly bent and brushed together. “That's.. That's hardly funny!” she spoke back. She soon received perhaps the first proper smack of the occasion. From the way it sounded at least. “Eep!” Her voice followed the crack of the arist’s palm. “It's perfectly.. average,” she insisted. Though, did she really have to admit it was large when it was evidently on display how much space her buttocks occupied in the air? Especially without the shaping of her leggings.

“Haa! You just didn't call it fat!” Her eyes widened, a red band of flush spreading beneath them. Surely, there was much more bouncing back there than a slim behind would have undergone. As her slapped cheeks did their own thing, the princess squirmed over the table. “Alright, alright!” She opted to pull her hands back to shield her large bottom. “Maybe we could potentially find a middle ground?” Her fingertips slipped through the legholes, stretching out the back panel for more coverage. “It could be a perspective thing? And lighting conditions too. Mhm. Playing an illusion of magnification,” she blabbered on. “Which could be compensated by chiselling away a tad more marble.”

[BoomJill]

".. Hum. While art iz always open to interpretation, the only thing I'm protesting iz my work being wrongly criticized," Sophia answers matter-of-factly. "If anything, zis big bottom of yours is emblematic of a princess who's gotten an even bigger head!" The studiousness of a scholar, yet the stubbornness of an artist; a dangerous combination, especially when a spanking was in order.

"Average?! I would laugh if zis weren't so infuriating!" Sophia huffs out. With Zelda's hip-hugging leggings out of the way, Sophia admired the big, wobbly canvas that she was steadily reddening. Due to said leggings offering a fair bit of protection, there was only the faintest of pink tints from the swats made overtop them. It wasn't until that first, palm-to-cheek smack that she got a healthy amount of color to an otherwise pale bottom. "Non, zis bottom iz far heftier than the average..." She reels back her hand, readying another smack-!

"Oh..?!" Her eyes widened as Zelda called for a ceasefire. Was this it? Had she finally gotten through to this stubborn princess? No. It seems their little argument was going nowhere fast, as Zelda doubled down on the lack of mass in their royal ass. A frustrated grumble leaves Sophia, allowing the blonde to ramble on until the mention of chiseling her hindquarters down is brought up again.

"Zat is it!" Just as Zelda got done tugging their underwear's legholes to cover more cheek, the artist hooked a hand into the back of them. A firm tug, not unlike the one that pulled the blonde over the desk in the first place, served to shove all of that royal cotton right up her crack. She pulled enough to bring the waistband taut, stretching the triforce-inspired triangles until Zelda's rump was practically bared. "Grip ze table if you don't want your undies joining your leggings!"

Had Zelda agreed and done what was requested, Sophia huffs before releasing her grip. The taut elastic snaps back down upon Zelda's backside, releasing the tension, but also leaving the cotton uncomfortably bunched up between her thick cheeks, offering little, if any, protection from what was to follow.

"Here is ze middle-ground, princess. You apologize to me and admit your heavy hindquarters are every bit as big as I sculpted them.. and if you do, I won't make an addendum to have it show how fat your bottom actually is." Having been handling the princess's royal backside for the past few minutes or so, Sophia couldn't be blamed for thinking Zelda's rump was even bigger than she depicted, right? Right. "Until you do...."

Smack, smack, smack! Sophia went right back to swatting away at Zelda's rump, alternating between cheeks and spanking her with precision equaling the force behind each one. Each smack clasped upon a different side of Zelda's hindquarters, starting from the top of her cheek and gradually smacking her way down to the bottom. "Look at all of zis butt you have back here! How long-" Smack! "-will you deny-" Swat! "-all of zis plumpness!?" A dozen more cracks of the artist's palm upon the blonde's rump follow, quickly done to the point of sounding like a round of one-man applause echoing through the workshop.

[Tangerine]

Not really. The official emblem of the royal family, and the kingdom, most definitely wasn’t her alluring backside. “Actually..” Zelda meant to describe what it was, what it looked like, which was partially on her bum right now. Though, she decided to keep this informative quip to herself. Apparently, that was what someone went through during a spanking session: less bluntness, paying more attention to what she might say.

It seemed her little offer, if it could be called an offer, wasn't quite enough to cease the artist’s bum-whacking urges. On the other hand, Zelda herself wasn't dying to make confessions about the size, shape, and weight of her coy bottom either. ‘Hey~ I'm Princess Zelda. I have a big fat bum.’ It didn't quite have a nice ring to it. Funnily, if she didn't complain that it looked that way, they wouldn't have been arguing over it in the first place.

Once done adjusting her knickers, she drew her hands away from her, perfectly average, behind. Someone else was willing to touch her underwear though. “Oh no-” The princess shrieked. Was that grumpy artist really going to expose, well, everything like that? In a way, it seemed. Not exactly by pulling her underwear down though.

Those little triangles. Her bum begin swallowing them as Sophia wanted to find out how much of her underwear she could force into her fair buttocks. Her booted feet swung back and forth as the fabric moved through her large cheeks, practically vanishing like a magic trick. “Eee! How could cotton bite so much even?!” she questioned. Her cheeks were totally freed to stick out in all their glory. The act left only the most essential bits of her covered, albeit awfully well-defined.

In the meantime, Zelda clutched the edge of the table. Her hips jolted as the finally released waistband snapped against her skin. Although it didn't change how utterly bare her bottom was, it relieved the stress between her thighs, earning a moan of relief.

“This is so… rude. I'm your princess,” she said while Sophia mentioned the set of words she would like to come out of her mouth. As the princess, she was hardly used to being treated in a way that took away from her dignity. This was certainly new. Was it the reason it felt oddly thrilling?

Her spotless bum was quick to gain a pink hue. Totally unrestrained, her heavy cheeks bounced more than ever, doing a little dance that was encouraged by an artistic touch. “Oww!” She squeezed the edge more firmly, her thick eyebrows arching upwards. “Owie! Ouch!” The verbal mockery that accompanied Sophia’s smacks turned her face redder. Each slap was a refutation of her argument, instantly debunking the self-raised myth that Zelda had an average bum, by making it spring like the hefty rump it was.

“Oww-ohh! I’m sorry!” She started kicking her legs. ItI wasn't nice of me to interrupt your work today. I should have made an appointment before coming here to discuss the details of my…” after another swat, she bit her lip and opted to roll aside and lie on her back. “Of my arse,” she said. “Which you did a decent job sculpting.” Her lips narrowed, as a result of keeping a smile at back. She looked away too, “Mostly,” faintly muttering.