Anon the Valet III

>You plan on sitting in your chair for a while.
>You're not sure you could move if you tried, anyway.
>Celestia sucked you dry. Literally.
>She sits back on the floor, content.
>She doesn't even bother with fixing her dress.
>You approve of the view.
>It's also pretty clear by now that Celestia's bronze tan is uniform over her entire body.
>Tan lines wouldn't really fit with the Princess of the Sun, would they?
>It suits her, though, and provides a nice contrast with the white dress.
>Or what's left of it.
>The way she sits there is a view you could get used to.
>Hush, Anon, you just got done.
>Not that you couldn't bridge the time returning the favor, so to speak.
>"Celestia?"
>"Hmm?" She looks up to you.
>"Would you like me to, ah, return the favor?"
>"Oh, I'd love nothing more." Celestia gets up and removes her dress entirely.
>You have now had both royal sisters standing in front of you stark naked, beckoning you to service them.
>You lucky dog, you.
>Celestia settles down on the edge of her bed.
>"Come here, Anon."
>You oblige.
>The moment you kneel down and Celestia opens her legs for you, someone knocks.
>You bite back a curse.
>"Your Highness?", a voice asks.
>"I am getting dressed," Celestia shouts. "What is it?"
>She's good. Her voice sounds only a little annoyed.
>"Your sister sent a messenger. The delegation will arrive any moment!"
>Right, there was that diplomacy thing.
>"Thank you. I'll be in the courtyard as soon as I can," Celestia answers.
>She sighs. "It looks like we'll have to postpone this, Anon."
>"That's a shame," you say. "Weren't they supposed to arrive in the evening?"
>"They were," she says. "Something must have come up."
>She gets up and walks over to her closet.
>You get up as well and recover your pants.
>"I should probably get going," you say. "Might look strange if we walk out of here together.
>Celestia giggles. "It might. Until later, Anon."
>"See ya, Celestia."

>You grumble to yourself all the way downstairs.
>Stupid diplomats with their stupid timing.
>It probably was Luna's idea, just to screw with everyone's plans.
>Either that, or Shining Armor couldn't wait to see his old workplace again.
>It would fit with what you know of him.
>You'll probably hear about it after the guests have settled in.
>Or during dinner, where you'll probably get to be the cupbearer or something.
>You have a feeling the visit is going to be a busy week.
>You'll have to look out for opportunities to /relax/.
>You never know when the royal sisters might need some help with that, after all.

>You find your place in the courtyard with the other servants, off to the side.
>You ignore the gleeful whispers coming from your former comrades when they spot former Private Anon.
>A few minutes later, Celestia appears.
>She's wearing a different dress by now.
>It really is slightly shorter, if still formal.
>She takes her place in front of the honor guard just as the gates open.
>The delegation pours in, headed by Shining Armor and his wife. Luna is riding right behind them.
>Hey, you've seen her around. Never caught her name, but you remember the pretty face and the fancy hair.
>You clasp your hands behind your back and silently enjoy not having to wear a cuirass in the early afternoon heat.
>There is the usual protocol: Lots of bowing, shaking hands and saluting.
>When the ceremony is complete, the rank and file trudges off towards their quarters, while the assorted royals lapse into a less formal conversation.
>You're about to leave, but Luna waves you over.
>"Your Majesties." You bow to the group of rulers. "How may I be of service?"
>"We'll show our guests to their chambers, Anon," Luna says. "The road has been long and dry, we don't want to keep them waiting."
>"If you would please ensure that their luggage arrives as well?"
>"Gladly."
>Two servants carrying a ton of trunks, suitcases and chests appear behind the visitors.
>You wave them over.
>The royals set off towards the palace doors, while you take the smaller doors intended for mere mortals.



>The servants don't talk much, and neither do you.
>It's mostly complaining about the princess and her propensity to pack what appears to be lead bricks.
>You get the hint and take one of the suitcases.
>It's the smallest one though, because do you outrank them after all.
>Despite that, it'S rather heavy and something rattles inside it each time you set your foot down.
>After a short hike up the stairs, you arrive at your destination.
>Luna, Celestia and their visitors are already there, awaiting the luggage.
>"See, Cadance?", Luna says. "I told you he's a hard worker."
>Cadance. That's her name.
>Well, you can't keep calling her Crystal Hottie the whole time.
>She seems to be about Shining Armor's age, which places her somewhere between you and the sisters.
>You set down the stupid case and open the door.
>Cadence and her husband follow you inside.
>"Pretty," she says. "You shouldn't have, Celestia."
>"Oh, it was no trouble," she says. "Our guests deserve only the best."
>The servants that followed you drop the luggage inside the room and disappear immediately.
>Jackasses.
>They even left the suitcase you carried outside.
>You sigh and haul it inside.
>"Please be careful with that," Cadance says. "There are some delicate pieces in there."
>"Of course, your Highness," you say. "I'm sorry." Your back doesn't want you to apologize.
>"You brought that?", Shining Armor says. He seems reserved about it. "Why?"
>"We've had a stressful week, darling," his wife replies. "I just need to blow off some steam, that's all."
>He sighs. "I understand."
>"Oh, you'll have everything you need to relax," Luna says. "We'll see to that."

>Is there anyone in this castle who isn't stressed?
>You set down the suitcase and undo the latch.
>Before you can open it wider than a crack, Cadance puts her hand on yours.
>"Please don't," she says. "I'll take care of it."
>You shrug. No skin off your back.
>Maybe it's a /special/ suitcase.
>"We'll let you settle in," Celestia says. "See you at dinner."
>You leave the royal visitors to themselves.
>You keep a respectful distance to Celestia and Luna while walking, by which you mean "enough to let you stare at both of their butts without effort."
>"I can't wait for dinner," Celestia says. "I kind of forgot to have lunch."
>"You shouldn't have checked on everything yourself, Tia," Luna says. "One of these days, you're going to starve yourself by accident."
>"Oh, I had Anon prepare me a quick snack," Celestia says.
>You do not gulp. At all.
>"Had you, now." Luna sounds amused. "I didn't know you could cook, Anon."
>"Home recipe," you say. "Not that complicated." Calm breaths, Anon.
>"Oh, but very nutricious," Celestia says. "I think I'll have it again sometime."

>"You're too kind, your Highness," you say. Dammit, who made your collar this tight?
>"It sounds delicious." Luna smirks at you. "I think you'll have to make some for me sometime."
>You choke out something like "Gladly" and focus on walking.
>A few minutes later, you reach the corridor containing the sisters' respective rooms.
>Celestia excuses herself, leaving you and Luna in the hallway.
>You bow to her and turn to leave.
>"Anon? A word."
>Oh. Well, that would've been to easy, wouldn't it?
>You follow Luna into her chambers.
>She kicks off her shoes and sits down on the bed, rubbing her feet.
>"These things are going to be the death of me someday."
>You clear your throat. "I got your letter."
>"Oh, did you? I was worried it wouldn't arrive in time."
>"Well, from what Celestia told me, you seem to have followed my instructions."
>"Of course, your Highness."
>She giggles. "We're behind closed doors, Anon. Luna is fine."
>"What exactly did she tell you, Luna?"
>"Only that you were both capable and courteous." A twinkle is in her eyes. "Oh, and she told me about the banner accident."
>"Oh," you say. "That."
>"Yes, that." Luna leans back a little.
>So there was no direct mention of your reward from Celestia. You wonder how Luna would react.
>"Anon, could you do me a favor?"

>"Uh, sure."
>Luna pulls up her dress, revealing her lovely pale legs.
>Oh, that kind of favor.
>You open the first button of your shirt.
>"The massage you gave me last night felt so good..."
>Her voice does that husky thing again.
>You step closer, licking your lips.
>"Do you think you could massage my feet?"
>The thrill you felt crumbles into dust.
>You must have done something wrong in a past life to deserve this.
>Like, a genocide at very least.
>However, Luna is still looking at you with an expression somewhere between glee and wickedness.
>You can't bring yourself to say no.
>Kneeling down, you comfort yourself with the thought of starting with her foot and maybe, just maybe, continuing upwards.
>You take one of her feet in your hands.
>So far, it felt strange to you to describe a foot as "slender" or "graceful", but in Luna's case, it somehow fits.
>You start with the toes, kneading each one slowly between thumb and forefinger.
>Luna twitches occasionally.
>You continue, and when you get to the edge of her sole, the twitches grow more intense.
>You pause, grinning.
>"You're ticklish."

>"I am not," she huffs. "Continue."
>Sure she isn't. You try again, brushing against the inside of her foot with your thumb.
>She jerks away again.
>"Do it properly, Anon!"
>"I am doing that," you say. "Not my fault if you can't handle me."
>Oh, her eyes light up at that.
>"My, that sounds like a challenge, Anon. Bring it."
>You continue, trying different spots.
>Luna keeps up valiantly, but the occasional flinch betrays her.
>Eventually, you decide to switch to her other foot.
>It occurs to you that it's somewhere out of sight.
>Oh.
>Oooh.
>That's where it is.
>She uses the opening you have given her and pushes you to the ground.
>You're lying on your back, but don't risk moving.
>Luna definitely has the advantage right now.
>She raises the pressure the tiniest bit, and against your expectations, it does pleasant things to you.
>"Really, Anon. Torturing your princess like that."
>A wolfish grin settles on her face.
>"How rude. I think I'll have to remind you who's in charge here."
>Her foot moves in a slow circle, making you draw in a sharp breath.
>"See? You're mine."
>She smacks her lips.
>"To do with as I please..."

>She takes her foot off of you, dragging it off to the side.
>There's no time for you to sit up, however, as Luna drops on all fours.
>Her knees are beside your hips, her hands beside your head.
>She's hovering only inches above you.
>If you lifted your head, you could probably pull down her dress with your teeth.
>"Do you understand who's in control, Anon?", she says, voice low.
>You nod.
>"Say it, Anon. Tell me who's in charge."
>She's lowering herself down further. You can see how flushed her face and chest are, feel her hot breath on you.
>"You are," you croak.
>"And what can I do with you?"
>She punctuates that by grinding against you. You jerk involuntarily.
>"W-whatever you want."
>"Precisely."
>"Now, as to what I am going to actually do...Do you have any ideas?"
>You're this close to begging her. Anything for sweet, sweet release.
>Luna jerks her head up, looking surprised.
>"Good heavens, look at the time! I should be getting ready for tonight!"
>She jumps up and leaves you groaning on the floor.
>"Nobody likes a sore loser, Anon."
>You're not sure if you ever had anything to lose, but something is definitely sore.
>"Go on now, you need to be in formal attire at the feast tonight."
>"I don't even have a room," you manage to say.
>"Go down the hallway, last door on the left. They should have one ready for you. You can go, I'll take care of myself."
>She literally walks over you, lengthwise. The hem of her dress drags across your face.
>In the short moment when she's stepping over you, you realize Luna must have been enjoying herself very much.
>No wonder she wears dark dresses.
>You comfort yourself with that image as you head for your room, weak in the knees.

>You enter your new home and flop down on the bed.
>Its softness does little to calm you down.
>You get up and walk through the door on the other end of the room, into a little bathroom.
>You splash some cold water in your face and look in the mirror.
>Nope, still not better.
>Cold shower it is.
>A few minutes later, you emerge shivering, but you can think straight again.
>You kind of walked into that one, you think.
>What you know of Luna so far should've told you what she had in mind.
>There's no way she's going to let you live this down.
>Payback it is.

>You get dressed. There is in fact another uniform in your closet, with a slightly different, more elegant cut.
>Nothing to do but twiddle thumbs until dinner, you guess.

>After a short dinner in the servants' mess, you stand at attention next to the drink table in the Great Hall.
>Said table is curving under the weight of what looks like every expensive drink under the sun.
>The guests arrive. The platform you're waiting on is reserved for the royalty, while the lower tables are for the rest of the delegation.
>Celestia enters first, in a stunning white gown, followed by Luna in dark blue.
>Mmm, strapless.
>After them, Shining Armor and Cadance arrive.
>Your expensive tux feels a bit shabby next to his dress uniform.
>You're not sure what is going on with Cadance's dress, except that it's pink and works wonders on her hips.
>As soon as everyone is seated, the waiters start carrying in the first course.
>You walk over to the table as well and bow.
>"May I serve you a drink?"
>Everyone agrees on some antique wine you can't pronounce.
>You open the bottle and begin filling the glasses.
>You start with Luna on the right, who apparently wants to tell you something, but changes her mind at the last second.
>You  walk over to Celestia - does she have any clothes without a plunging neckline? - and pour again.
>Cadance is next. You tilt the bottle a little too quickly this time, staining the tablecloth.
>"So sorry, your Highness," you say and start wiping up the accident.
>"Oh, it's fine," Cadance says, smiling.
>"Forgive Anon," Celestia says. "He's new at this job."
>"Is that so?", Cadance says. "
>"Wait a minute. Anon? I know that name."
>Oh goody, Shining Armor is in the process of recognizing you.
>Quick, distract him. Ask him to count to ten, or something.
>"We've served together for half a year, Sir," you say.
>"Right, right! Back in the guards," he says as you fill his glass. "Those were the times. Oh, and by the way, technically it's 'your Majesty' now."
>"I'll keep that in mind. Sir."


>You retreat back to your beverages before he can challenge you to a duel.
>A quick peek around tells you noone is watching you.
>You grab a glass and a bottle of something amber-colored, pour and drink.
>Anon the outlaw, oh yeah.
>It doesn't even burn going down. That's some good stuff.
>Cadance waves you over. Has she already finished that glass of wine?
>"Please, may I have some more?" She holds her glass out to you.
>Quite the party girl, are we.
>Oh well, this is probably like a vacation to her.
>You pour dutifully and retreat again.
>"Anon," Luna whispers as you pass.
>"Yes?"
>"We need to talk. After the party, my room."
>You raise an eyebrow.
>"Oh, don't be like that. I promise it'll be worth your time."

>You're back at your table.
>Should have brought a chair, Anon.
>As it is, you can only shift your weight from one foot to the other and wait until someone needs another drink.
>The meal is into its second course by now, something seafood-based.
>You hope noone asks you what drink goes with that.
>Celestia waves you over. "A glass of the sparkling wine for each of us, please."
>You get the corresponding bottle and walk back to Celestia.
>The stupid cork is stuck.
>Oh no, you will not fail at opening a damned bottle in front of the entire hall and two very nubile princesses.
>Well, three, technically.
>You're already at Celestia's seat, but it's still stuck.
>You keep pulling with all your might.
>Thankfully, she doesn't notice your struggle.
>Instead, she puts a hand on your arm.
>"By the way, Anon? After we're done here, I'll need you in my room. For practice."
>The moment she says it, the cork pops out and froth shoots out of the bottle.
>Luna and Celestia try to hold their giggling back, but Cadance is just shaking with laughter.
>"Did you see- Right when she touched him?"
>After providing everyone with a drink, there's still a tiny bit left in the bottle.
>You try to fix your wounded pride with that.
>Why is it always you?


>The rest of the meal goes relatively well.
>Sometime between courses five and eight, an ensemble has started playing soft string music.
>The waiters are cleaning away the last plates (cake, approximately ten layers).
>Everyone seems content, if slightly tipsy.
>Including you.
>"One more round," you hear Cadance say. "For Twily. She deserves it."
>"When's she supposed to arrive, anyway?" Shining Armor's crisp Academy pronunciation has suffered somewhat. "She wrote me she'd be here."
>"She'll be here within a few days," Celestia says.
>"Apparently something came up in Ponyville," Luna says. "Something always does."
>"Too true," Cadance says. "Anon, one glass of Dragonsbreath for everyone!"
>You oblige.
>"Why don't you have one?", she asks. "Drink with us, I insist!"
>"Your Highness, I shouldn't."
>"Nonsense. Luna, tell him."
>"Anon, pour yourself a glass and drink with us to the health of a good friend."
>Well, how often do you get an order to drink?
>Except after passing boot camp, that is.
>You pour yourself a glass. Everyone raises theirs and mutters "to Twilight Sparkle", so you do the same.
>Dragonsbreath, man. It's the good stuff.
>Shining Armor coughs once. He looks very tired all of a sudden.
>"You were one of the guards, Anon, right?", Cadance asks.
>"Only a Private, your Majesty," you say.
>"You're going to have to tell me about that sometime. I'm sure you have some stories to tell."
>"Not more than your husband, I'm sure."
>"Oh, but different ones. Shiny tends to go on a lot about his underlings and how incompetent some of them..." She looks at you. "Sorry."
>You laugh. "No worries. Everybody complains about everbody else in the guard."
>Except you're actually right when you do it.
>"You're right, though. I mean, we non-officers actually have to work."
>Why has no one invented a verbal backspace yet?
>Thankfully, Cadance laughs. "I see. I can't wait to hear your stories, Anon."

>Soon after, the four royals leave the hall.
>At the top of the stairs, good nights are wished, and Cadance and Shining Armor leave in one direction while you and the princesses continue in the other.
>"Good night, Anon!" They say it simultaneously.
>You smile at them. "Good night, your majesties."
>Before you turn to walk into your room, you get one conspiratory wink each.
>Oh boy.

>Inside your room, you lay down on the bed.
>You've just gained new appreciation for the term "quandary".
>You should probably figure out what to do.
>Neither of them knows the other has plans with you.
>Luna wants to do who-knows-what with - or more likely /to/ - you.
>You know what Celestia wants.
>Besides, if Luna wants you so bad, she can stand to wait a bit.
>Maybe you'll get farther with Celestia this time.
>Even if you won't, it's still going to be enjoyable.
>Well, that settles it. Celestia's room it is.

>You knock, she opens.
>Celestia looks up and down the hall.
>"Subtle, your Majesty."
>"Hush. Get in here."
>You're not used to that tone from her, but you like it.
>Celestia pulls you inside and closes the door behind you.
>She doesn't even let go, but pulls you in for a kiss.
>And what a kiss it is. Fiery, voracious, hungry.
>Someone needs it bad.
>You kiss her back just as intensely.
>She drags you over to her bed, ripping off your shirt, and throws you down on it.
>Next, she practically jumps on top of you, tearing off her dress.
>She's still nude beneath it.
>You kiss her again, her on top, you below, keeping her squeezed against your chest.
>Your tongues dance. Celestia's hand tears at your waistband.
>You comply.
>Reluctantly, you let her break the kiss, but she has her goals set.
>"I've been thinking about this, you know," she says, growling.
>"All day. Everytime you passed me during dinner."
>"I want you, Anon."

>What can you possibly say to that?
>Celestia gives you the most wicked grin you've ever seen on her and slides down your body.
>She eyes your length, with nothing but raw need this time.
>"Oh yes," she says. "Exactly what's been on my mind all day."
>There's no hesitation this time. She takes you in her mouth, all at once.
>You can feel her tongue toying with you, exploring you.
>She uses her hands as well, squeezing, stroking.
>You revel in her warmth.
>Celestia lets go with a wet sucking sound and a moan.
>She uses just her hands for a few moments, fingers dancing up and down your shaft.
>She adds tongue, slowly at first, then more eagerly.
>And then she is all over you again.
>In that moment, the door opens.
>"Hey, Tia, have you seen..."
>"ANON?"


>You're dead. You are SO dead.
>"Tia?"
>"Luna?"
>"This isn't what it looks like!"
>That one was you.
>Luna stands in the doorway wrapped in her nightgown, stunned.
>Yeah, this isn't what it looks like, Luna.
>You did not just witness your dear sister blowing the man you have been toying with the last two days.
>The man you expected to show up at your doorstep right about now.
>She walks into the room as if in a trance.
>"You two...you've been-"
>"It just happened, sister!", Celestia says, gathering her cast-off dress around her. "It was just...Anon and I, we /clicked/ and...one thing led to another and..."
>"I can see, Celestia," Luna says. "Did you think you could hide this from me, Anon?"
>"Hide it from you? What is she talking about, Anon?"
>Uh oh.
>"You see, Celestia, the thing is, uhm."
>Luna interrupts you. "Yesterday night? Anon and I, we fucked. Like rabbits."
>"I wanted to fuck him again right now."
>You are SO dead. The murderer changed, though.

>"Is that true, Anon?"
>"Uhm," you say. That's about the best defense you can come up with.
>"Why didn't you tell me?"
>"What should I have said? 'Please don't, I've had a one-night stand with your sister'?"
>"Why didn't you tell /me/? I was first!"
>"You told me to take care of your sister!"
>You give up. You just put your head in your hands and await your sentence.
>Wait.
>Are they...laughing?
>"Let's stop torturing him, Tia. I think we gave him a heart attack."
>"Well, your timing was unbelievable."
>You look up into two faces that are not mad at all anymore.
>"You told each other?"
>They giggle.
>"Well," Luna starts,"not at first."
>"But today, after you went to your room..."
>"I talked to Luna about it, and then it all came out," Celestia says. "We discussed it quite a while. 'What should we do with him? How do we tell him?' We came to an agreement."
>"We both like you, Anon. It'd be a shame to not share you."

>Share you?
>"And you waited until now to tell me this because...?"
>Celestia ruffles your hair. "Because you're so fun to mess with."
>Luna kneels down next to her, an apologetic look in her eyes. "I hope you can forgive us, Anon. We'll make it up to you if you let us, I promise."
>You're not used to such a soft, sincere tone from her.
>Also, despite you not being a hundred percent fine with this, the caveman part of your brain goes "ugga ugga" again.
>"Are you alright with this arrangement, Anon?"
>"Both of you," you say. "want to be with me. Am I understanding you correctly?"
>"You are."
>"And you're okay with me not being exclusively with either one."
>"Correct."
>You take a deep breath.
>"I think I can work with that."
>You are smothered in a double-princess hug.
>Good choice, Anon.
>"Now, I believe I interrupted something?", Luna says.
>"You did," Celestia says. "Step aside, sister, it's my turn."

>"If you insist." Luna steps back and leans against the bedpost.
>"So, you're going to...watch?", you ask.
>"For now," she says. "Have you never had someone watch before?"
>She sound genuinely surprised.
>The little devil.
>Not that you can focus on that much longer, because Celestia is starting up again.
>You need some time to get in the mood, though.
>Hey, it's not like you've done this before.
>As soon as you're hard again, Celestia clamps down.
>DAMN.
>"Go slower, Tia. You'll break him."
>You wouldn't mind.
>Celestia isn't holding back anymore. You should agree to be in three-way relationships more often.
>She bobs up and down, slurping and gulping the entire time.
>You wad the blanket in your fists.
>You chance a quick glance over to Luna.
>She seems to be enjoying herself, having opened her robe slightly and running her hands along her body.
>Also nothing under the robe. Must be a family thing.


>Celestia keeps going. Slower now, but deeper.
>So much deeper.
>You hear moaning at your side.
>Luna's robe lies on the floor, forgotten. She leans against the bedpost, fingers buried inside her, drinking in the view before her.
>"Let me," she begs. "I want him too."
>Celestia releases you, wet around her mouth, but she keeps her hands on you. "You wait your turn. I'm not done yet."
>And then, she crawls onto the bed and lowers herself over you.
>She has to go slow at first, but she's wet enough that soon it doesn't matter.
>You marvel at the beauty of her in the low candlelight, the way she arches her back, the little moans she makes.
>"Yes, yes," she keeps muttering, breathless. "Yes, Anon, yes..."
>You try to keep it together, but she's right there, on top of you, and the heat surrounding you and the steady pumping of her hips keep pushing you farther.
>You match her movements, keep her pace.
>In the midst of all this, it takes you a moment to notice Luna's participation.
>She's hugging Celestia from behind, kneading her breasts.
>Celestia's moans grow more urgent.
>Luna's hand wanders down, massaging Celestia right where it matters.
>You wish you could capture that voice.
>The view, too: Celestia riding you with her eyes closed in bliss, hair flying around her.
>"Keep going," she urges. "Don't stop..."
>You never had any intention of doing so, and neither does Luna.
>Celestia seems to like that.
>Your hands are unoccupied. You decide to change that.
>You grab Celestia' waist, feeling the fine sheet of sweat on her skin.
>Apparently, that means "go faster" to her.
>Not that you're complaining.
>Then, Celestia tears open her eyes, gasping. Why have you never realized how beautiful she really is?
>She curves her back, a silent, wordless cry on her lips, but she keeps riding you.
>She slows down a little and grabs you by the shoulders.
>Then, her pace picks up again, driving both of you closer to the edge.
>"Now. Anon, please, inside me..."
>That is all you can take.
>Your body curves upwards as you empty yourself into Celestia.
>You end up hugging again, and the three of you remain that way for a while.
>Luna is the first to break the silence, not being in post-orgasmic bliss right now.
>"So, what did I tell you, Tia? He's good."
>Celestia just nods, a hand on her forehead, smiling.
>Luna herself looks quite flushed. She eyes you with need in her expression.
>"Can we-"
>"I'm gonna need a minute," you say. "Besides, maybe we should, y'know, get cleaned up  a bit first."
>Celestia giggles. It feels good on you.
>"There's a shower behind that door."
>You grin.
>"Looks like it's going to be a long night."
>Everyone seems kind of sweaty (even Luna, bless her horny heart), so you agree on a shower break.
>You move into the adjacent bath, which is still bigger than your entire room.
>It's mostly marble, with the occasional gilded detail thrown in.
>You step into the shower. The hot water feels heavenly.
>You savor the feeling for a moment, until you hear someone entering behind you.
>A pair of slender arms grasps you from behind.
>Someone is hugging you from behind. You recognize the slender arms, the way her body presses against yours.
>"Hello, Anon," Luna says. "Need some help?"
>"Why, Princess," you say. "If anything, I should be helping you."
>She giggles. "Scratch my back, I'll scratch yours?"
>"And here I thought we'd be getting clean."
>"Oh, there's that, too," she says. "But seeing you with Celestia...I just couldn't wait for you to return."
>She tries to sound innocent. "I hope you're not mad?"
>"Why would I be?"
>You turn around. Luna stands there, water dripping down her body.
>Her hair is long enough to cover her nipples, you notice.
>"Well, the trick we played on you..."
>You sigh. "Luna, listen. Yes, I felt like a fool at first, and you probably could've chosen a better way to tell me. But why wouldn't I get over that? I'm practically living the dream here. Even if it's only for one night."
>That came out more like a question than intended.
>"Oh, you're not getting off that easy, Anon."
>"I hoped for that," you say, grinning.
>"Besides. I couldn't let the princesses lose out on the Anon Experience, could I?"
>That makes Luna laugh. She flicks you in the nose. "Sure of ourself, are we?"
>"You seemed to like it."

>"Oh, I did." She comes closer. "At least I think I did. Why don't you remind me?"
>"I've been meaning to." You pull her in for a kiss.
>A few breathless moments later, Luna comes away gasping.
>"Right now, Anon?"
>Why not. You've never done it in a shower before.
>The logistics should be interesting.
>Luna puts her hands against the wall, offering you a lovely view of the royal backside.
>"Don't stare." She sounds more desperate than anything. "Just...take me. From behind."
>Oh, this is /definitely/ going to be interesting.
>You push against her. "Not so fast, Princess."
>You squeeze her breasts. "Patience is a virtue." Your hands travel further down, but stop just short of her center.
>She shivers, and it's not from the water. "Quit playing around-"
>"Hush." You run your finger across her folds just once, just enough to get her a taste of what's to come.
>"You know, Luna, I've been thinking." Your other hand joins the first from behind, exploring, teasing.
>"Don't stop-"
>You pinch her. Just a little.
>Judging from what you can see from her expression, Luna likes it. A LOT.
>Your fingers almost enter her, but not quite. You keep circling.
>"Anon, what are you waiting for?"
>"I want to hear you say it. What do you want?"
>"What I -" another gasp,"-want?"
>"I want you to tell me, Luna. What do you want me to do?"
>Oh yes, two can play the teasing game.
>"I want you to-" She can barely catch her breath. You must be good.

>"To?"
>You press with your finger the tiniest bit, allowing yourself a moment to feel the slick warmth.
>"-just-put-it-in-"
>"Full sentences, Princess."
>You take hold of her right leg, pulling it to the horizontal.
>Luna goes along with that immediately. She really is flexible.
>This way, she's entirely exposed.
>Bent over, swollen and wet, waiting for you to take her.
>You almost give in, but there is something to do first.
>"I-I want you to..." She's trying, she really is.
>You push up against her a little more.
>"I want you to /fuck/ me, Anon."
>She barely manages to get the words out, but it's still enough to drive you wild.
>Sometimes a straight answer is the best.
>And yet...
>You push against Luna's entrance, just enough for her to notice.
>You pause a tiny moment.
>Luna is positively quivering now.
>And then you pull back, as slow as you can.
>"Anon, what-"
>"Remember this afternoon, Luna?"
>"This afternoon?"
>You let out a little chuckle. "I learned something about desire from you, you know."
>"Consider us even." You step out of the shower and dry yourself off, leaving Luna to herself. "I'll be waiting for you."


>You walk back into the main room.
>Celestia gets up from the bed, arching an eyebrow.
>She looks you up and down (lingering a little bit halfway down), but doesn't ask, instead proceeding into the bath.
>You lie down on the bed, a little worried.
>Were you too harsh to Luna?
>She does toy with you all the time, but it seemed a bit much from where you were standing.
>Not that it was all that unpleasant to stand precisely there, but still.
>Well, either way, you're going to have to make it up to her later.
>Which reminds you, she's still in there.
>So is Celestia.
>Your brain shuffles around that thought for a while.
>They are both. Inside. The shower.
>Doing god knows what with each other.
>And you're outside.
>Seconds tick by.
>You're treated to the image of two very wet, very sudsy princesses.
>Bodies rubbing against each other.
>Slick, lustrous skin.
>Tiny wet sounds.
>Are you sure you want to be out here in the proverbial cold, Anon?

>Keep it together, man. You have a plan, and you're sticking to it.
>You wait. Not much else to do in here.
>Well, you could poke around the room, but what's there to see?
>Celestia's room looks much like Luna's. Gigantic bed, monolithic wardrobe, assorted furniture.
>A few minutes later, the sisters come back in.
>Still naked, but dry.
>Mostly.
>Luna is in front. She doesn't exactly look angry, but there is something smoldering in her eyes.
>You just hope it's not your doom.
>Celestia keeps behind her and rummages around in some drawer.
>Luna pulls herself onto the bed with liquid grace, settling next to you propped up on one arm.
>"Oh, Anon. I didn't know a little teasing annoyed you this much."
>"I've come to like it," you say. "I just wanted to show you how much I've learned. From you."
>"And you did," she says. "But I'm glad you're not mad at me."
>She sighs. "I hoped you'd come back in the shower, to be honest."
>Her hand settles on your stomach.
>"Celestia had to help me instead of you."
>Now that's an image.
>Her hand glides down, grasping you. "You would've liked to see that, it seems?"
>Apparently there is no "even" with Luna.
>"Do you trust me, Anon?"
>Where did that come from?
>"Of course I do. With what?"
>Luna swings herself onto you, settling across your hips.
>You can feel the heat radiating from her body.
>A wicked gleam settles in her eye.
>She rocks back and forth once or twice.
>"I have a few ideas."

>Just as she says that, you feel someone - Celestia? - grabbing your hands and pulling them above your head.
>A rope slips around it.
>Uh-oh.
>She ties it tight.
>Luna's grin turns predatory.
>"Such as this."
>She leans down to you.
>"Don't you think that's a /great/ idea we had, Anon?"
>"I'm always open for new experiences," you say, grinning.
>"Marvelous." Luna runs a finger along your jaw. "Let's see how long you can take me."
>Celestia has let the rope slack, but pulls it tighter again.
>"Why do you even have a piece of rope just lying around here?", you ask her.
>Celestia's face enters your vision from above, hair cascading around it.
>She's blushing even now. Cute.
>"I may have...experimented once or twice."
>"Is that so."
>Luna does something with her hips. You snap back to her.
>"Don't distract him, Tia."
>She goes into a slow circling motion.
>"I want his full attenion."
>Oh, she has it now.
>You couldn't ignore her if you tried.
>And why would you?
>Luna keeps moving. You twitch involuntarily when you feel how wet she is.
>She grins at the little jerky motion.
>"You'd like me to continue, wouldn't you, Anon?"

>By God, you would.
>But where's the fun in admitting that?
>Luna doesn't give you the time to, anyway.
>"I'll have to try something else, then," she says. "Maybe..."
>She raises herself a little, positions herself over you and...
>"No, we should have some fun first."
>You let out your breath, which you held, apparently.
>This woman is going to be the death of you.
>She is on all fours now, inches from your face.
>You can feel the heat of her breath.
>Her hair tickles your skin. Is that cinnamon you smell?
>She stops just short of your lips.
>You strain, but you're still tied up.
>The sisters have you at their mercy.
>"So eager, Anon. That's what I like about you."
>Luna sounds like a cat playing with her favourite toy.
>She bites your lip, just a little.
>You stay perfectly still.

>Luna pulls back. Her eyes twinkle in the dim light.
>Her hair frames her face beautifully.
>The way she's looming over you, her breasts are right in front of you.
>You just need to raise your head a little, and...
>A hand holds you back. You almost forgot Celestia was still here.
>"Oh, not so fast," Luna purrs. "You'll get to play, don't worry. But first-"
>She lowers herself over your neck.
>"-it's my turn."
>She clamps down on the side of your throat.
>At first, it's only her lips and tongue.
>Then she uses her teeth.
>You hiss, but it's not really in pain.
>Luna's face comes back into your view.
>She's flushed, more than she should be, her lips half-parted.
>"That tastes good enough to eat." Luna licks her lips.
>"I wonder if the rest of you does, too?"
>Could she-?
>As if to answer, Luna turns around, lifting one long, lean leg across your torso.
>She sits astride you, giving you a smoldering look across the shoulder.
>"I can't let Tia have all the fun, can I?"

>You may have whimpered.
>Nevermind that Luna starts using her tongue on you immediately.
>You don't know how she does it, but your brain short-circuits for a moment.
>She's giving you quite the view, as well.
>She's spreading her legs wider than strictly necessary, but you won't complain.
>So wet. She's probably waiting on you to act.
>You try to reach her, but the way you are restrained prevents you from getting any leverage.
>You feel Luna releasing you, and hear a bubbly laugh.
>"I told you he was eager," she says. "Let him, Tia. Just a little."

>Your ties relax, giving you enough wriggle room to reach Luna.
>You practically bury yourself in her.
>Finally you taste her again.
>You didn't realize how much you missed it.
>It's sweet, it's tangy, it's undeniably...Luna.
>She gasps, half in surprise.
>"Keep-" Another hiss. "Keep going."
>As if you would ever stop.
>Luna herself starts again as well, attacking you with vigor.
>You barely can take it all in: Her taste, her scent, the feeling of her body atop yours.
>Her licking, sucking, stroking.
>The outside world stops existing for you.
>There is only Luna, only this moment.
>Somewhere along the way, your hands got free.
>You accept that and use them to hold Luna down more.
>She has to come up for air once, but you barely let her catch a breath.
>Her gasps are coming quicker, her moans more desperate.

>"A-Anon," she manages. "Stop..."
>You don't want to. You keep going.
>"Hold on, I can't keep..." Luna loses her voice to the pleasure.
>You can feel her muscles tensing under your fingers.
>"A-almost," she gasps. "Almost there...just..."
>You keep going. Your tongue dances, your hands pull her farther apart.
>Luna is quivering like a plucked string.
>She has abandoned all attempts to keep herself together now.
>She's just writhing on top of you, lost in passion.
>All she can do is grab onto you like she's drowning.
>She pushes herself farther towards you, and you don't let up.
>You've reduced her to a shaking, moaning mess.
>"Please," you hear her breathe, "Please, Anon..." And then she's lost again.
>You slow down, just enough for her to notice.
>"Nooo," she moans. "More...I want more."
>You wish you could get to hear that voice more often.
>You doubt Luna even realizes she's gibbering.
>She thrusts herself against your face again.
>You slow down more. Luna moans something, but she's barely uttering words by now.
>She's entirely rigid, holding onto you for dear life.
>"Now," you hear. "Now, please, Anon, for the love of..."
>You've toyed enough with her, so you strengthen your efforts again.
>All Luna needs is one more moment to reach the edge.
>She does, and it's the first time you've actually made her scream.
>She hits a high note, but it doesn't sound shrill. It's music to your ears.
>A few blissful seconds tick by.
>Luna mostly tries to catch her breath, twitching occasionally.
>You dimly notice that you're covered in her juices.
>She rolls off of you shortly after.
>You get yourself into position to check on her.
>She doesn't really notice you.
>Her eyes are half closed, a wide, absent smile on her face.
>She's still breathing hard.
>"Luna? You alright?"
>Now she notices, although her expression doesn't change too much.
>"Alright?" She giggles. "I'm more than alright. How did you do that?"
>You smile. "Somebody once told me I have talent."

>Luna keeps basking in the afterglow for a bit. You don't blame her.
>"How did your hands get free, Anon?", she asks. "In the middle there."
>You shrug. "Dunno, I thought you'd planned that."
>Luna and you look at each other for a moment, and then turn your heads simultaneously.
>Celestia stands by the bed, the rope forgotten on a pillow.
>She's staring at you, slack-jawed.
>"Sister? Is something wrong?", Luna asks.
>"C-can you do that to me, too?"
>You can't help but laugh.
>"I can try." You stretch a little, and catch Celestia ogling. "Ready when you are."
>You hear Luna harrumphing at your side.
>"And leave me lying here? Not fair."
>Celestia cocks her head in thought. "We agreed to share him, Luna. You've had your fun."
>"At least let me get myself back together," Luna says. "God, I don't think I can /walk/."
>You feel a bit proud of yourself, to be honest.
>"You'll have to wait anyway," Celestia protests. "And Anon seems up for more."
>You do, don't you. Heh.
>You hold up your hands. "Please, ladies."
>"As much as I like you lining up for me, it seems...inefficient."
>"It is," Celestia says.
>"Well, I think there is a way to avoid that problem."
>Luna perks up. "Oh, I've always wanted to try that."
>Celestia blushes. "I...I've been thinking about it."
>"Well, there's our solution," you say. "We'll give Luna a few minutes, and then..."
>"Think you can handle us both?"
>You grin. "I've been up to the challenge so far. I don't intend on stopping now."