[Commission]
Over the summer of 2020, Luna Loud learned something; You can love someone...but not like them.
The previous autumn, her little brother Lincoln stumbled across the politics board on 4chan and went from a sweet, caring, compassionate boy to a raging bigot. He strutted around the house in a Make America Great Again hat, railed against the "gay agenda", slammed cans of root beer, and blasted Hank Williams and Toby Keith. He slapped a Confederate flag decal on his bike and listened to The Rush Limbaugh Show on his phone. He accused Leni of being a hippie for drinking kale smoothies, told Lori she was disgusting for dating Bobby ("Why don't you date a nice white boy?"), urged Lucy to "give up Satanism so you don't burn in hell", and questioned Lana's sexuality ("All I'm saying is you act like a lesbian, that's all.")
Luna was a Bernie Bro all the way. She recycled, didn't eat meat, thought guns were evil, positively lost her mind at even the whiff of racism, got offended on other peoples' behalf (even if they themselves weren't offended), gallantly fought fascism by blogging and Tweeting, gave everyone a label and categorize them too, and advocated for LGBTQQIP2AA rights. She and Lincoln went head-to-head in debates almost every day, and by the end of each one, she was so outraged by his racism, sexism, corportateism, blind patriotism, moralism, absolutism, and Trumpism that she shook. Trump was literally worse than Hitler. At any point he'd open death camps and send right wing death squads for people like her and her girlfriend Sam. You're retarded, Lincoln dismissed, that's not gonna happen. Trump's saving America.
That word's offensive, bro! she cried.
Seethe harder, snowflake.
That was one of his favorite words now. He also liked calling people "cucks." He called Luna one because she was submissive to Sam. Sam wore the pants in the relationship and Luna was glad to let her girlfriend make all the decisions. Sam was a strong, indepedent gay woman and it turned Luna on to be her sub. In the bedroom, she serviced Sam, and Sam often did nothing in return. The humiliation and degradation drove Luna insane with lust. Outside of the bedroom, Sam ordered her around and told her what to do, and Luna obeyed her every order. Sam was her queen and she was but a lowly handmaiden born and built for subservience. You're a total cuck, Lincoln said once. She looked that word up on Urban Dictionary and was appalled by its far right cannonations.
Before Lincoln's transformation into a complete Nazi, Luna used to bring Sam over to hang out. Afterwards, she largely stopped because he would badger them about being gay. One time he sat them down and read a bunch of passages from the Bible about gays going to hell. Luna almost punched him. Did he really have to be such a hateful homophobe? She loved him because he was her brother, but damn, the guy needed to be sent to a reeducation camp and taught how to be a decent human being again.
One afternoon in May, Sam came over after school for a study date. They sat on Luna's bunk bed with their history books in their laps. Luna ordered a soy pizza to keep up their strength (she paid, of course, she never made Sam pay for anything) and gave Sam a foot rub. "Anything else, my queen?" Luna asked slyly. She was hoping that Sam would finally have sex with her. They'd been together almost a year and in that time, Sam had never so much as touched Luna's vagina. Sam let her eat her out, finger her, and lick her butthole, but she never got Luna off.
"Yeah," Sam said, "get me something to drink."
Bitter disappointment flickered across Luna's face. "Okay," she said heavily. "Anything for you."
She descended the ladder and went downstairs. Leni and Lori sat on the couch watching TV, Lucy hunkered in the shadowy confines of the fireplace and scribbled in a notebook, and Lola praded around with a teetering stack of books balanced atop her head. In the kitchen, Dad flittered around in a frilly pink apron and oven mitts. Mom sat at the table, reading the paper and drinking coffee.
Luna fetched a glass from the drying rack and filled it with Hawwian punch.. On her way back upstairs, someone knocked on the door. She opened it, and Langston the pizza boy stood on the step, his eyelids drooping in dull apathy. "One soy, gluten free, non GMO cuck special."
"Excuse me?" Luna demanded.
"One soy, gluten free, non GMO cook special."
Oh. Hah. Lincoln was getting to her so much she was hearing things.
Luna paid and took the pizza upstairs. She bumped the door open with her butt and backed into her room. "Sam, pizza's here."
She turned around.
The top bunk was empty.
"Sam?"
Luna sat the pizza on Luan's bed and put her hands on her hips. Where was she? Probably in the loo.
Sitting on the edge of Luan's bed, Luna folded her hands in her lap and patiently waited for Sam to come back.
And waited.
And waited.
Finally, she got up and poked her head into the hall.
The bathroom door stood open.
Huh.
Where did she go?
She hesitated. Sam got mad when she was clingy and chasing her down was the height of clinginess, but she was starting to get worried. What if something awful happened to her? What if -?
It hit her.
Lincoln.
He kidnapped Sam and he was going to do to her what those assholes did to Matthew Sheppard years ago.
Not on Luna's watch.
Balling her hands into fists (I call this one Democratic and the other one Socialism) she stalked down the hallway and threw open Lincoln's door.
What she saw made her freeze.
Sam, naked, lay flat on her back with her legs wrapped around Lincoln's waist. Lincoln, clad only in his MAGA hat, braced his arms on either side of Sam's head and slammed into her with an animalistic grunt. Sam threw her head back and moaned his name.
For a moment, Luna's brain couldn't process what she was seeing. When it finally hit her like a fist to the chest, her jaw fell open in a mortified O. Lincoln's butt flexed as he rutted into Sam, and Sam threw herself vigorously into his thrust, the bed shaking and the headboard slapping an exotic tempo against the wall.
Tears flooded Luna's eyes and she shook her head in denial of the terrible sight before her. "S-Sam?"
Lincoln went faster.
"Sam, how could you?"
Sam shot her a dirty look. "Go the fuck away."
The sharp edge in her voice cut Luna deeply, and beginning to weep, she stumbled into the hall. She reached her room and fell to her hands and knees, head hung in grief and her shoulders shaking with the power of her sobs.
She was still there fifteen minutes later when Sam came in. She sat on Luan's bed, opened the box, and took out a slice of pizza. "Why?" Luna moaned.
Sam took a bite and swallowed. "Dude, relax, we're still together."
"W-We are?" Luna asked hopefully.
"Yeah. Look, I'm not even a lesbian and the thought of kissing you or going down on your makes me sick to my stomach, but you pay my way, rub my feet, and eat my pussy, so it's not all bad. I just wanna get plowed by your brother from time to time, that's all. You can keep being my bitch."
Luna took a moment to digest Sam's words, then a big, happy grin spread across her face. "Rockin'," she said.
"Good," Sam said. "Now rub my back, your brother did a number on me and now I'm sore."
Smiling ear-to-ear and so happy she could barely contain herself, Luna got up and rubbed her queen's back.
In the coming years, she would massage Sam's stiff, Lincoln battered-muscles many, many, many times.
