It was but another day in the Paintra Household. So peaceful, so quiet. A bit...too quiet to the Paintbrush Witch. The reason of her suspicions is the fact that earlier that day, Paintra invited her dear friend, Taranza, over so they could talk about random things and gossip about the King of Dream Land. He arrived at her house at 11:00 in the morning, had a conversation with Paintra until 12:30 in the afternoon, excused himself, and left to wander around afterwards. It's 3:25, and she has no idea where he is, let alone what he's doing.

Taranza, being a "Gentleman Spider", would never EVER leave Paintra's residence without notifying her and saying "Bye". So he couldn't have left.

"Although, he did say he was going to use the laptop for a bit. Whatever that means..."
Paintra thought deeply to herself.

She had no other choice but to look for the weirdo herself, hoping he didn't do anything stupid. Or too stupid at the very least...

Paintra looked through every room in her home, making certain she also checked the closets and attic, for Taranza tends to enjoy hanging around the most random of places. Paintra was about to give up her search and indulge in some ice cream in her kitchen when she heard a very, very off and peculiar noise come from her guest rooms. Mainly consisting of screams and slight moaning.

"I-is that? Well, there's no other person here. And that DOES sound like Taranzer."

When Paintra began to open the door, not only was she able to hear the noise more clearly, but she was also able to somewhat see what he was doing. But not completely.

"T-Taranza is that yo-"

She barely even had the door halfway open when she seen exactly what he was doing. Just the image alone was enough to make her want to splash paint over her eyes.

What was he doing?
Roughly masterbating to pictures of Queen Sectonia on his laptop, of course!

"OH MY GOD, TARANZA, WHY?!"

Taranza, noticing that he has now been caught in the act, blushes immensely, and struggles to reach for a sheet on the guest bed to 'cover up' with.

"I-I c-c-can explain this!"

Paintra (whose back is turned) wishes she can look him dead in the eyes and yell at him, but she's far too embarrassed about how she's just looked at her friend's *ahem* 'goodies'. Along with worrying about the possible mess she'll have to clean up...

"Taranza, why? Just why? Of all the times, and all the places! I can't unsee the penis! The only one I'd probably want to see is Mag's, although I'm unsure if he even has one... I know how much you like the Queen, I can respect that. But don't just freakin' drop by my house and fap!"

Taranza sat on the bed, crying and apologizing about the incident for over 10 minutes. But by now, Paintra just wanted him to go, when he's 'decent' enough.

"Taranza, look, I'll let you still visit my home, on one condition: Quit fappin' in it!"

The meek and perverted Spider Mage quickly nodded his head in agreement.

But then Paintra thought to herself, "I know he'll never keep his end of the bargain. Even if he tried, he can't. Dammit Sectonia and her huge tits..."

She got the Spider's attention once more, "OK, I'll throw in a little something extra, too. I'll make you a special painting of our busty Queen, but only if you keep this agreement secret, OK? Not even Magolor can know!"

Taranza once again quickly nods his head in agreement.
"OK! I'll just wait on it then!"

Paintra rolls her eyes and shook her head.
"Nope! You can go now. You just can't visit until I'm done, M'kay?

Taranza was in true, utter disbelief.
"Wait, that's not right!"

The Witch giggled, looking at Taranzer dead in his many eyes with a deathly yet happy stare.
"Do you think fappin' in my damn house was right?! Gosh, I should paint it right now and make you nose-bleed rocket off into the depths of Space!"

(...She does have a point.)