> Celestia and Anon's Adventures in Submission and Dominance
>  by Gorgutz
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> Part One
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"Are you sure you want me to do this? I mean, seriously. Really, really, sure?" Anon fidgeted, unable to find a place to put his hands. Before him, a tall, regal pony sat on her haunches, staring up at him. She held a riding crop in her mouth, somehow appearing stern and powerful in spite of her submissive posture and innocent eyes. She placed it gently on the bed before her.
"Yes, Anon. I understand that you are... hesitant, but you asked me if there was anything out of the ordinary you wanted us to try next time we were intimate. I believe your exact words were..." Her muzzle twitched into a playful grin. "The 'freakiest thing I could think of?' Well, here we are."
Since his arrival in Equestria last year under the newly founded Earth Equestria Exchange Program, Princess Celestia had taken Anon under her wing. As he grew more and more comfortable with life in this new world, their relationship had turned from a scholarly one into a romantic one, thanks to one incredibly brave first date request. The two had become closer and closer in the last several months. As a bonus, a formal courtship between the Equestrian leader and the first human ambassador was certainly a good public relations move for their worlds' new political alliance. On Anon's arrival, he never could have imagined feeling the way he did about a non-human, but amazingly, here they were, almost a year later.
Despite his apprehension, he felt a familiar arousal at her form. He had never pictured the strong, elegant ruler before him asking to be... dominated. Trained. But her lithe, powerful form and stately aura created an intriguing contrast with her current position. Celestia rested on her haunches on top of the sheets, bowing her head slightly. Her large eyes stared up at Anon like a dog expecting punishment from her master. Hell, she appeared downright cute, a true accomplishment for the normally strong, proud mare. Around her were arrayed a collection of items - sex toys, a collar, several small chocolates, and most intriguing of all, a riding crop, once again clenched in her mouth.
"I'm ready.... master."
His cock began to rise at that. Who knew something like this could be so... interesting? Since their relationship had turned intimate, she had always been his equal, or better, in the bedroom. He approached her slowly. His hand went to its familiar place on Celestia's long neck as a cool evening breeze blew in through the open window. He could smell the blooming flowers on the castle grounds, even from in here. Her soft white coat brushed against his fingertips, before they moved into her gently flowing mane. Anon always loved watching it. She leaned into his touch and closed her eyes softly. She began to purr, a soft hum coming from deep in her chest. It was a sound she always made when he touched her like this. This, at least, was comfortable to him. Anon chewed his lip hesitantly, but she was as enthusiastic and receptive as ever. It put Anon at ease, and soon he had removed his shirt and begun to unbuckle his pants. They moved closer together.
The two kissed. Their eyes closed. Celestia nuzzled against him as he kissed down her neck. Her forehooves wrapped around his lower back, and he stroked her horn and mane. Anon moved his face back up to meet hers, and they kissed again, more passionately this time. Their lips met and pushed into each other, and soon her tongue was exploring inside his mouth. They  rolled, groping and kissing, across the soft satin sheets. Sunlight filtered in through the chamber's window, illuminating the smooth stone walls, the stately four-post bed, and Celestia herself.
Then, he was on top of her. Celestia's legs splayed out in the air, and Anon slowly moved his hands down her belly, between her flanks. Wetness stuck to his fingers as he drew them lightly across her entrance. She gasped. His heart began to beat harder in his chest. You know what?, he thought to himself, I'm doing this. It'll be fun. An idea struck him.
"Lay down." 
The harsh, forceful tone of command in Anon's voice surprised him, but not as much as it seemed to surprise his ruler. She instinctively began to comply... but then stopped. "No." She grinned mischievously.
Anger flared up in him, fueling his arousal. "What did you say?" 
"No." Her grin grew wider.
Anon reached for the first thing he found - the riding crop, and struck. The blow landed on her muzzle - not at all hard, but apparently enough to shock the both of them. He fumbled and almost dropped the riding crop. For a moment, Anon feared her reprisal, but then, incredibly, her expression changed to one of submission.
"Yes, master." Her silky, regal voice took on a fascinating inflection of submission. Her tone and downcast eyes sent Anon's cock twitching, and her lying down on her side made his jaw drop for a moment. He slid off his boxers, his erect cock staring straight into her face.
"What do you want me to do?" Her rear was positioned towards him, her tail lifted slightly. He knew what she wanted... but they could both wait for a little while for that. He wanted to make this last.
"Give me your head." She complied quickly, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes as he slipped a red nylon collar attached to a leash around his Princess's neck. Anon felt her heart rate quicken. She closed her eyes in pleasure.
"Good girl." He fed her a chocolate, and she took it gratefully. She chewed, swallowed, and licked her lips, rolling over on her back, legs bent in the air. She looked at him silkily through half-lidded eyes. She slowly rolled back over onto her belly, legs curled beneath her. Anon brought his member to her mouth and she gently took it, her lips parting to accept it. Her long tongue lapped up and down, and he put a hand on her long horn for support. He could see a faint trail of wetness appear to run down from her nethers. He moaned. Suddenly, her teeth scraped him painfully, and he lashed out.
"No!" he yelled, pulling up on her leash. Her head jerked up painfully. 
"I'm sorry, master!" Her wide, almost teary, eyes begged him to let her continue, and he quickly relented. Her pace increased, and her arousal became more and more clear. He kept tight control of her leash as she sucked and licked, finally taking his entire cock into her mouth. He could feel his first orgasm approaching, and her pace increased once more. Anon could feel that familiar tingling warmth spreading through his loins. His climax was coming, soon. She fell into a steady rhythm - up, with her tongue brushing against his cock from base to tip, and down, taking it as far as she could. Her half-lidded eyes staring up at him was what finally pushed him over the edge. An intense wave of pleasure washed over him as he released inside her mouth. Celestia slowed her pace as he finished, and anon’s pleasure relaxed its hold on him. She stared straight into his eyes submissively as she swallowed his cum down to the last drop, and finally, he pulled back, still completely hard and ready to explore further. He could tell she was begging to take him. He looked down at her, some cum still clinging to the soft white fur of her muzzle. It hung in ropey tendrils of milky white off her nose and mouth. He was still panting, feeling at once relaxed and ready for more. The musky scent of sex hung in the air. She licked her lips, tasting the last remnants of her lover’s orgasm, and they both smiled.
"Good girl. Now, turn around." She backed up a bit, her half-lidded eyes never leaving his.
"Present yourself to me."
Celestia smiled, this time only with genuine gratitude. "Thank you... sir." Anon smiled at that himself. He leaned into her, and hey shared a chocolate and kissed. "I'm glad you talked me into this," he whispered, breaking character for just a moment.
"Me too." She giggled. Celestia lay on her side once more, this time positioning herself with her rear end right in front of Anon's kneeling form. She looked back at him out of the corner of her eye. 
But Anon's attention was fixated somewhere else. Her strong, stately flanks sat before him on the bed, and he let his eye trace their curves, down to her long, crossed legs, down to her hooves, resting atop one another. But her tail, raised and pushed to the side, gave him a perfect view of what he really wanted. 
Celestia's royal pussy lay before him. Normally hardly noticeable, she was now almost fully aroused, and it showed. Her lips swelled up, spreading apart and giving Anon a gorgeous view. Her soft, pink opening was practically overflowing with her juices. Her clitoris was enlarged and glistening, and he could even make out the subtle twitching that told him beyond a doubt that she was ready for him.
But not yet. Anon began took her leash in hand and began kissing and nipping up and down her flanks, down to her legs. Celestia let out a high-pitched moan as he reached her soft hooves, and she began to writhe and stretch.
"Stay!" he commanded. Holy shit, who would have thought I had it in me?, he thought. He yanked on her leash swiftly and smacked her flank with the riding crop. The harsh *Fwwhip!* of the blow turned him on even more. She whimpered softly. Satisfied, Anon resumed kissing her flanks and began to move towards her pussy. He teased her, licking and kissing all around her entrance, denying her the pleasure of direct contact. Suddenly, his tongue touched her lips and he licked, long and hard, up her slit, barely grazing her clitoris. It was too much for her, and she once more began to tremble and moan loudly, but he let it go. He licked her lips up and down, teasing her clit more and more, before finally putting his tongue fully inside her. Celestia pressed her rear into his face and whimpered harder, and Anon pulled down sharply on her leash. "I'm sorry!" she cried. Anon rose up and positioned himself at her entrance. He could feel the heat.
"Are you going to be a good girl, Celestia?"
"Yes! Yes, I will!"
"You'll do what I say?"
"Yes, I will!" She was panting now.
"Yes, what?" He snapped her head up with the leash and smacked her flank hard with the riding crop. Another wonder Fwwhip! rang out.
"Yes, master!"
Anon smiled. "Good." He pressed the head of his member against her soft, wet pussy. The trembling mare visibly struggled not to push back against him instantly. "Oh, very good girl, your highness."
Anon rewarded her by slowly inching his cock inside her. He could feel the tingle of her wetness as the head of his member pushed past her lips and into her soft lips. She gripped his cock, almost seeming to pull him in subconsciously. Her eyes were once again closed in pleasure as he slipped inside her warm, wet pussy. As he hilted himself into her, she finally pushed her strong flanks back into Anon's hips and moaned with pleasure. He pulled out, one hand in her soft mane, the other holding her leash, and pushed himself in again. And again, and again. He varied his rhythm in time to her signals - her breathing, her movements against him, the hardly-noticeable way she spread her legs lower and lower. . Sometimes, it was difficult to keep up the pace exactly where he knew she liked it, but he persevered. The sun was noticeably lower in the sky, visible through the window when he felt her speed up. Soon, she began to buck against him more and more. She lowered her forelegs and looked back submissively. It struck him once more how amazing it was that the tall, powerful pony could look so innocent, so cute, so seductive. But this time, there was no confusion or hesitance - only lust. Her submissiveness turned him on more than anything, now, and he began to feel another orgasm approaching. Another tingling, warm sensation spread throughout him, far more powerful this time. He closed his eyes involuntarily. Anon felt it building, closer and closer, with every thrust.
She was showing the familiar signs as well. Her long, powerful white legs spread apart, and her mouth opened, eyes still closed. She began to buck her flanks into him in time with his thrusts, and he could feel her begin to shake under him. Celestia's regal, pink pussy was wetter than it ever had been, and he knew her own climax was approaching too. If he made this work, it would be the first time they had ever came simultaneously. The thought of seeing the princess's orgasm almost sent him overboard, but he held back. Anon pulled back on the leash and Celestia let out something halfway between a whinny and a moan, and he knew it was time. 
The royal mare shook, twitched, and convulsed underneath him as he came, shooting jets of cum deep inside her. Waves of pleasure rolled over him. Celestia's own orgasm lasted even longer than Anon's, and she was still trembling when he pulled out of her. His cum dripped out of her, clinging to her fur, and she collapsed on the bed with a sigh. Then they looked at each other, and smiled. Anon held her as she panted and nuzzled his neck.
"We need to do that again next time."
> Part Two
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	Almost a dozen ponies and a single small human sat at a long, ornately decorated dinner table. Silver candles filled the gaps between the plates of half-eaten food and empty glasses covering the white, lacy tablecloth. The ponies, all of them various dignitaries or heads of state or representatives, had been eating and drinking and talking for hours. But at the moment, one voice dominated the conversation. One very loud, slurred voice.
“And then she says, she says, ‘Sir, that isn’t your bag, that’s your wife’s stocking!’ Ahahahaha!” Wine sloshed in his glass as he laughed uproariously. 
Princess Celestia gave a polite laugh and grinned. “Hilarious, ambassador. Your stories always liven up these gatherings.” Her laughter was curt, but her smile, as always, was warm and genuine. The rest of the gathering gave their own perfunctory laughs in turn.
From his seat at her side, Anon had a great view of his Princess. She reclined casually on one of those odd chairs that ponies used. The newly raised moon filtering in through the great glass windows along the dining hall silhouetted her tall, thin form and shone through her gently waving multicolored mane. Her strong flanks rested on the chair, and even though she had loosened up with several drinks in her, she maintained her air of regality and command. Throughout the evening, Celestia had been inching closer and closer to Anon, and now she seemed almost ready to lean on him. Being the Princess’s official date to these functions certainly had its perks.
“Oh my. It’s getting very late, don’t you think, Anon?” Anon almost jumped. He had gotten so used to just quietly observing at these sorts of things.
“Oh, certainly. We've just been having so much fun, though, haven’t we?” he said, thinking quickly.
“Yes. It’s been a wonderful evening.” She cleared her throat and addressed the table at large. “Thank you all so much for coming. But I think it’s time we retire for the evening.” Her eyes flicked towards him with that last word. Did she just glance at me, he thought, or did I imagine that?
Across from them, Princess Luna gave him a sly grin, then winked at her sister. Oh no. What does she know? Another pony, this one a mare, spoke up from the other end of the table. “Of course. Thank you so much for your invitation, Princesses. Everything was… fantastic.” They began to stand, bowing and giving their own thanks and farewells.
Anon was worn out. So much conversation, so many customs and manners and names to remember. At least it had gotten more casual as the wine pitchers became emptier and emptier. Anon yawned as he shook the last hand (hoof, he reminded himself) of the evening, and the doors closed. Only himself and two ponies remained.
Princess Luna yawned and stretched her wings. “I do enjoy these, but Celestia, must we do them so often? I’m always so very tired by the end.” Her older sister smiled. 
“You know they’re important, Luna. Especially with you needing to catch up on current events since your return.” Celestia yawned too, and so did Anon. Guess they are contagious.
“True. Very true. In any case, goodnight, you two.” She looked directly at Anon. “Have an enjoyable evening.” Another one of those weird, playful grins. Sometimes it was so hard to read ponies’ expressions.
“We will. Good night,” Celestia replied. 
“G’night, your highness.” Anon nodded at her as Celestia led him out and into the hall.
Anon loved summer in Equestria. The windows of the castle were always open, and on cloudless nights, the moonlight lit up the interior of the castle with a beautifully soft, silver light. Walking along the cool, stone hallways of the castle, Anon began to fall behind Celestia. Her hooves made a gentle clopping sound as they strode over the stone tiles, occasionally muting as the two passed over an ornate rug. The castle was dead silent at this time of night, and their steps echoed slightly down the halls.	
Celestia looked back at him. “Wasn’t that fun, Anon?” 
He shrugged. “Sure. I’m still getting used to the whole social occasions thing, though. Mostly, I just like hearing you talk.”
She paused and blushed for a moment. “That’s sweet.” She smiled, and continued walking, as Anon fell behind her once more. 
Celestia’s flanks shifted, back and forth, side to side, as her long legs carried her down the hall. Her flowing tail swished back and forth slightly, and every once in a while, he caught a gorgeous view of her backside. Anon’s thoughts wandered to their night spent together the week before, when she had come forward with what turned out to be a very satisfying request. He never thought he’d be one for dominance in the bedroom, but the two of them ended up extremely satisfied with the result… and now, he was hoping that there would be a repeat of that night’s fun. He was looking forward to exploring further with her, maybe trying out some dirty talk, or bondage, or -- 
“I see you.”
Anon’s heart missed a beat. He swiftly moved his gaze to the princess’s eyes. She had stopped and was looking back over her shoulder at him sternly. “Huh?”
“I said, I see you, anon. Staring at me.”
He gulped. “Oh. Was I? Heh. Sorry, Celestia.”
“Don’t act like you weren’t doing anything back there. You were staring at my flanks.” Her large eyes narrowed. She frowned at him.
“Well… that’s not… bad, right?” Anon fumbled.
Her frown softened, her eyes relaxed. Now, she looked… mischievous. “No. Not at all. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about last time. In fact…” Suddenly, the princess lifted a wing slightly. Were those… handcuffs? 
Before Anon could react, she pulled him into the nearest room. The wooden door banged against the wall, then bounced back, almost closed once more. But Anon could still faintly see the hallway through the small crack.
Celestia grabbed the handcuffs with her mouth and tossed them at Anon’s feet. Holy shit, this is great! She’s so into this now! He took a moment to figure out just where they were. The room was somewhat darker thanks to its smaller windows, but the same bright moonlight pervaded the room. Cool air blew in through the open windows. The room was full of old wooden furniture, stacked against the far wall, leaving an open space in the middle of the room dominated by a huge, soft-looking blue rug.
Anon bent down to grab the handcuffs, but before he could reach them, something plowed into him from behind and knocked him down onto the rug. He tumbled end over end, thankful that the rug did indeed turn out to be as soft as it looked.
“Celestia? What the he-” And then she was on top of him. Anon lay on his back, staring up the large white pony straddling him. Her face bent down close to his. That mischievous grin was back, but it was more intense than he had ever seen. Her long white legs held her above him as she stared down at him contemplatively. 
“I have been waiting for this all night,” she said. Her composed, stately voice had taken on a lustful edge. In spite of his initial confusion, Anon felt arousal bubble up within him. He smiled and pictured the last time they had been together like this. The submission, the toys they used… they way her body language had begged for him to dominate her… It seemed like it was finally time for round two.
Anon struggled to prop himself up on his elbows and bring his face to hers. But she kneeled down with her forelegs on his shoulders, pinning him to the ground. He could feel her weight pressing against him. He was immobile. 
“Damn, Celestia, this isn’t too comfortable, you know? I mean, not that I’m really complaining…” From his position below her, he had an excellent view of her underside. Her powerful legs supporting her lithe form, her rear legs giving way to her strong flanks. Anon savored the view.
“I know.” That grin again. What is she planning…? She removed one of her forelegs from Anon’s shoulder and motioned for him to remove his shirt, and he stripped it off quickly. The cool air felt good on his exposed skin. Then, Celestia kissed from his neck down to his navel, and back up again. Her soft lips left little tingling sensations where they touched his neck and chest. Anon began to breathe more heavily. “So you’re just kinda… ah-” she had kissed his neck again, biting a little this time. The pain felt… good. Weirdly good.
“Shut up.” Anon’s mouth opened and his eyes widened, but he complied. His arousal was becoming physical. “What’s this?” she said playfully, rubbing him softly through the crotch of his pants. Her hoof felt incredible. Anon reached upwards to kiss her again. “Uh-uh. Nope. I’m in charge now.” She pinned him down again, a little more forcefully. “You’re going to get me off first before I even think about allowing you to do anything. Am I understood?” Her eyes narrowed as she looked down at him. Okay, I was not expecting this, he thought. But fuck it, why not? He nodded, doing his best to appear meek. She began to breathe a little harder herself as she smiled. “Good boy. Now, your princess has a task for you. You’re going to pleasure me, and you will not stop until I’m satisfied. Understood?” He nodded again. “Good.” 
Princess Celestia relaxed her hold on Anon and stood up, then turned around. Her rear was right in front of his face now. Her flanks, covered in her soft white coat, were bare and exposed for him. Her tail was raised, allowing him an unblocked view of her nethers. Her lips had parted slightly, showing a hint of pink and the slightest glisten of moisture. She lowered her flanks down and rested them on Anon’s face. He inhaled the musky, slightly sweet scent of her arousal as she pressed herself down on him. His nose and mouth were buried in her pussy. Instinctively, anon wiggled his nose and jaw around as he tried to find the most comfortable position to rest in. His movements made the princess gasp and moan. “Oh. Oh… mmmmmmn,” she purred. His cock, now completely erect, strained against his pants, but Celestia refused to allow him any relief.
Anon licked her, his tongue rolling over her entrance from bottom to top. She shook a little. He moved his tongue slowly, savoring her moaning and the way her flanks twitched as his tongue pressed against her clit. He licked her again and again, slowly. Each time, he tasted a little more of her juices and felt her lips part more and more. After several minutes of this, his tongue was getting deeper and deeper inside her. It explored every inch of her pussy, tasting her, smelling her, feeling her push her backside against his face. It was getting hard to breathe, but he didn't care. She tasted wonderful. Musky. Salty. Sweet. Powerful. Anon began to move his tongue faster. He traced the outside of her lips, flicked past her clit, pushed into her entrance… he was practically drinking her wetness now, and his tongue slid easily over and into her. Faster and faster he moved his tongue, and harder and harder she pushed her pussy into his face. Her breathing became moaning. She got louder, then louder, and louder, as Anon continued to work his tongue inside her. Her orgasm was building. After several more minutes, Celestia finally let all her weight rest on Anon’s face and his tongue pushed farther inside her than ever. She came. Anon felt her walls twitch and tremble around his tongue as her orgasm reached its crescendo, and she moaned in pleasure. A fresh wave of her juices flowed, most of it going into his mouth. Anon savored the taste.
She let up for a moment as she caught her breath and took some of the pressure off his face. She was panting. It seemed so loud in the empty room. For a moment, anon worried about them being discovered. Hell, the door wasn’t even closed all the way. But part of him didn’t care.
Then, an opportunity presented itself to him. Anon mentally crossed his fingers. He repositioned himself slightly, and flicked his tongue upwards and over her asshole. He heard her gasp, but instead of pulling away, she moved her flanks slightly to give him better access. “Anon…” she panted. He pushed his tongue against her asshole, pleasantly surprised at the sensation. He continued to rim her as she grinder her flanks into his face. Soon though, she stopped and gave him some breathing room. Celestia stood once more. She appeared to compose herself. 
“That was… very nicely done. Very, very nicely done.” She was still panting slightly and her eyes had trouble focusing on him. She shook her head. “Now. Hold out your hands.”
Anon complied, and soon, they were bound tightly together in the handcuffs from earlier. His apprehension started to disappear as he began to picture what she might be about to do to him. His heart raced at the thought of being at her mercy for the rest of the night. Anon was still fully erect, and the pressure at his crotch was becoming uncomfortable. He fidgeted. 
Celestia’s voice took on a playful, yet commanding tone. “What’s this?” She said, noticing his discomfort. “Hmm.. I suppose you have earned at least a little relief.” She unzipped his pants with her teeth and pulled them off. Still facing him, he felt her rear hoof rub him through his underwear. She looked pleased when she felt his erection. “Perfect.” Celestia moved back and pulled his underwear off as well. Now, Anon was completely nude, and completely aroused. Celestia moved backwards, her flanks sliding downwards over him, until they rested on his thighs. Celestia began to grind herself on his cock. He moved to slide himself into her, but Celestia stopped him by slamming her forehooves back onto his shoulders, pinning him again. His arms, still bound by the handcuffs, were pulled above his head. The Princess’s wetness trickled down over Anon’s manhood as she moved herself over him. His penis throbbed, but she continued only to tease him and grind against him. Then, when the teasing was becoming almost unbearable, she lowered herself onto him.
It was like diving into a warm pool. He slid inside her easily. She was incredibly wet. Celestia and Anon each let out their own small moan as she lowered herself all the way down onto his cock. Celestia’s large wings unfurled as she slowly lifted herself up again until only the tip of his cock was still inside her warm, wet lips, then suddenly dropped down again. Waves of pleasure rolled over Anon, and he closed his eyes, mouth opened. They were both breathing hard now, both gasping and moaning as Celestia rode him. He didn’t care in the slightest anymore that anyone walking by could look in and see them. 
The handcuffs were getting uncomfortable. He moved his arms to try and get them in a better position, but Celestia noticed immediately. The royal mare’s horn glowed brightly. Anon felt the chain on his handcuffs yanked upwards painfully. In response, he bucked his hips hard into her, and she gave delighted little gasp.
After a few minutes of Celestia riding him, Anon opened his eyes just a crack. At the other end of the room, at the doorway, he saw movement. His heart skipped a beat. Celestia was apparently oblivious, as the door was directly behind her. Oh God. Is that…? He strained to focus through his nearly-closed eyes, and saw a dark-coated pony staring through the crack in the door in shock. Anon couldn't make out any details. Only half their face was visible. The pony's eyes were wide as saucers, and their mouth gaped. After a moment’s hesitation, Anon decided to pretend they weren't even there. If they wanted a show, they would get it. 
Anon closed his eyes again and moaned louder. Celestia had changed position, bringing herself closer to Anon. She once again leaned on his chest and arms, keeping him immobile as she rode him. Anon bucked his hips up and down in time to her thrusts. Her wetness completely covered his cock every time he pulled out of her, and the cool night air tingled, adding a wonderful sensation to every thrust. Her pussy seemed to pull him in every time she lowered herself onto him. Their heavy breathing, the sound of skin rubbing against fur, the sweet scent of Celestia’s musk, the knowledge that their guest could still be watching - all of it fueled anon’s building orgasm.
“Can I… oh God.. Ah- Can I finish, Princess?” Anon gasped out between breaths. Celestia kept the same pace as she responded. “Y-Yes- Mmmm. You mm-ohhhhh… you… may….” she panted. Hearing her give her permission made his orgasm begin to build with even more intensity. “But not… mmm... there...”
Suddenly, Celestia lifted herself off him. The sudden absence of her warmth and wetness around his cock was agonizing. Anon opened his eyes to see her turning herself around to face away from him. From her reverse angle, she once more lowered her gorgeous rear towards his cock, but instead of her pussy, she lowered herself so that the tip of his cock was positioned at her asshole. “Be gentle, subject,” she commanded. From the corner of his eye, Anon noticed the stallion still watching them through the crack in the doorway. Somehow, knowing that they had an audience only increased his excitement. 
With agonizing slowness, she lowered herself onto him as he pushed upwards into her. The tip of his penis began to push into her, thanks to the copious amounts of lubrication left on it from her. Her pink anus gently spread apart to accept his cock, and soon, half of him was inside. This was tighter than anything he’d felt before, and the feeling inside was completely different. It gripped him differently, squeezing his cock as he entered her more and more. Celestia let out a little gasp as he hilted into her completely. The two of them rested for a moment as they each got used to the new sensation of tightness. Then, anon moved his hips back gently and pulled himself halfway out of her. She sighed in pleasure. Then, once more, he ever so slowly pushed back in, feeling the incredible tightness gripping him. He felt ready to explode already. As his pace increased, Celestia began to rub at her pussy with a forehoof. With her tail lifted up and too the side, Anon had a perfect view of his cock entering her asshole and sliding out, still perfectly lubricated by her pussy juices from earlier. His pace increased, and soon, his orgasm was building once more. The intensity of it was like nothing else. Her anus gripped and massaged him tightly with every push. “Harder, subject,” she half-moaned, and Anon increased his pace once more. “Yes, P-princess,” he gasped. His eyes shut as his orgasm approached the breaking point. With one final thrust, he pushed himself deep inside her ass, seeing the pink ring expand as the base of his cock pushed all the way inside, and he came, shooting thick spurts of cum deep inside Celestia’s asshole. A wave of pleasure overtook him. The intense feeling of release rolled over Anon, and he felt a lasting tingling sensation spreading outwards over his body as he pulled himself out of his Princess. Semen dripped from her, back down onto Anon as Celestia rose up on shaking legs, and collapsed next to him on the plush rug. “Very good, Anon. Very… good.” She nuzzled him and rested her head on Anon’s aching shoulder. She threw one white leg over his heaving chest, smiled warmly, and closed her eyes.
A few minutes later, Anon carefully extracted himself from the sleeping mare atop him, got up, and strode over to the doorway. Their perverted watcher was long gone. Anon closed the door tightly. The moon was high in the night sky now, and the room was awash in a silvery haze. The light played beautifully off Celestia’s waving, sparkling mane. Anon laid down again and rested his head on her sleeping form, and together, the two of them slept.

	

> Part Three
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	Pale light painted the stone walls of Anon and Celestia's chambers. It shone from a cloudless night sky across the lush bed through an open window looking out onto the palace courtyards. This time of night, not a soul moved through the castle grounds. Anon rose groggily and gazed out into the gardens. Celestia relished the time she was able to steal away and tend to the plants. It was technically the job of the groundskeepers, but she liked to say it was a "stress reliever." 
Anon hadn't seen her in almost a week; a diplomatic something or other in the Zebra lands had called her across the ocean, and away from him. One more night alone, and she'd be back. For a moment it struck him how odd it was that he had grown so attached to her - one of the first humans in history to ever live in Equestria, and probably the first to fall in love and get married to one of their people. And their leader, at that. It was almost funny how ridiculous it was, but after a year of life here, it was just normal. She was part of his life now, and he liked it.
Six days without Celestia had caused him no shortage of distress, both emotionally and physically. Six days without the feel of her mane in his hands. Her long neck resting over his shoulder. Her soft coat brushing against his bare skin. Anon sighed, his breath misting in the cool night air. It was so strange to think of her as his wife. But every time he did, he felt contentedness well up inside him. He closed the window, plodded across the carpeted floor to the empty bed they shared, and fell into sleep. He dreamed.
Celestia lay before him on their bed. He was standing over her, nude, as she gazed upwards at him. A velvet-lined leather bridle encircled her muzzle, and she wore black socks up past her knees. Her lithe form radiated meekness and subservience in all the ways he loved. Arousal began to take hold.

The scene blurred, changed. Wherever he was, it was dark. The only sensations he could feel were the cold hardness of the floor under his back and the warmth and weight of something soft slowly pressing down on his crotch. It was her. She looked back at him over her shoulder as she lowered her haunches, grinding against him... 
The dream faded out slowly. He was lying on his side, the empty half of the luxurious bed stretching out beside him. Anon's mind was still clouded with the fog of sleep, and his vision was blurred. Was there... someone next to him? A dark shape, lying on its side, staring at him? No. No, the bed was still empty. Right? Anon drifted once more into sleep.
He was lying next to her again. On their sides, face to face. Celestia's wavy mane framed her face. Her large eyes loomed at him in the darkness, and she smiled, inching closer to him. She leaned forward and pressed her nose against his. She closed her eyes, and Anon closed his.
His eyes opened again. It was real this time. He was awake - at least, he was pretty sure. But then, how was there somebody - somepony - next to him? He blinked. A long, dark-colored mare occupied the empty half of the bed next to him. The first thing he noticed was her sly smile. Something mischievous twinkled in her eye. The second thing he noticed was that the person - pony - in his bed was his wife’s sister. The third thing was that she was way, way too close for comfort. Her nose was pressed up against his, and one of her rear legs was draped over his thigh. Her wavy indigo tail swished back and forth slowly and seductively.
The next thing he noticed was how she was dressed - black lacy panties covered her most intimate parts. A frilly collar of black lace encircled her slender neck, and black and purple striped stockings covered her long legs.
In a split second Anon was fully awake. He reeled back as his mind raced. "Luna?!"
Her mischevious grin only deepened. 
"Yes, anon?" Her voice was low, sultry. She shifted weight towards him, nestling her leg under the blanket, over the bare skin of his leg. In spite of himself, something stirred within him. 
"...What exactly are you doing?" Her face went serious. She spoke softly, as if her and Anon were sharing a secret joke. "I just thought I'd keep you company. Tia's been gone so long... I... thought you might be a little bit lonely." 
A million thoughts ran through Anon's head, chief among them, images of Celestia in tears when she found out what happened. Then, an image of her punishing him horribly. And not in the way he liked. Aside from that, however, were a hundred other, less pure thoughts. To his credit, it took less than two seconds before he pulled away. Anon spoke with a trembling voice.
"Okay. Stop. You... you know Celestia would not be okay with this." He began to realize that maybe she didn't really know how inappropriate this was. "Luna... okay, like, when someone's in a relationship, you can't just get in bed with them, and... and touch them like that. Okay?" 
The indigo-coated princess's expression soured. Her voice adopted a husky, stern tone.
"Anon. I am over one thousand years older than you are. I understand perfectly the dynamics of intimate relationships." A hint of her sly smile returned. She rose upright, kneeling on her forelegs. "Perhaps I can demonstrate my experience." 
Suddenly, she was on top of him, pinning his arms down with her forehooves, her haunches resting above his crotch. The blanket separating the two was feeling awfully thin right about now. In spite of his determination, his cock twitched as Luna pressed her weight onto him. Her dark blue coat felt wonderfully soft against his naked chest. Her deep purple mane waved softly as it framed her long face. Luna’s eyes were a deep blue - almost black. Her smile widened as her eyes narrowed. She pressed closer to him, and Anon could feel her heart beating against his chest.
Luna lowered her face down to his, her grin having returned in full force, and kissed his neck. The cold air tingled on his skin as her lips and tongue moved across it. She moved her mouth up to nibble his ear and in a second Anon was hard. He struggled, but Luna’s horn glowed a deep blue as she used her magic to force his wrists to the bed. “Luna, WAIT-”

The door to the bedroom swung open.

In the doorway, bathed in the white glow of the moonlight, was Celestia.

Anon’s heart froze. His entire body went numb. “Celestia! Oh my God! It’s not what it looks like. I… uh, I didn’t… she just started...” His voice trailed off weakly. 
Anon expected rage and fury. Or tears. Or, at the very least, shock. What he did not expect was for the tall, slender pony to calmly close the door behind her with her magic and walk deliberately across the room. Her hooves clopped softly across the carpet and stone floor. His wife’s expression was stern. Her eyes never left Anon’s. Luna had stopped moving as well, and her smile had only grown. Anon struggled once more against Luna’s magic pinning his wrists down. He twisted back and forth under her, and the blanket slipped off of him. Anon was fully exposed - his erection standing straight up, poking through Luna’s tail. “Luna! Stop! Get off!” Why was she doing this? Was she insane? Celestia was right there!
Princess Celestia’s voice chilled him to the bone. “I knew this would happen. My own sister… and you can’t even control yourself. We made vows, Anon.” She glanced towards his exposed member, nestled against her sister’s buttocks. He only grew harder as he continued to struggle. Luna actually giggled as his cock rubbed against her. “You should be ashamed, Anon.” She dropped her eyes and her voice. 
Anon’s heart sunk even lower. He panicked. “Okay. Everyone stop. This is not what it looks like. I was asleep! And Luna just… jumped on top of me! I couldn’t move. Why aren’t you mad at her?! Celestia. Please, trust me. I wouldn’t do this to you. Never. I need you to believe me.”
The mare he loved looked up once more. “Oh yes. I believe that fully. I don’t think you’re understanding what’s going on.”
Anon’s indignant expression turned incredulous. “...What?”
This time, it was Luna’s turn to speak. “Anon… Tia’s told me about some of the fantasies you’ve shared. We’ve actually been planning this for some time…” She snuggled closer to him.
What. What? No way. This was still a dream. Is this why Celestia wasn’t in tears? Or why he wasn’t currently a bloody mess on the way to the infirmary? 
The regal white mare moved next to the bed and raised a foreleg to rest atop the mattress. “It’s true. Anon, we’ve been sisters for over a millenia. We share everything. I hope you’re not hurt. I wouldn’t have told her if I wasn’t sure she’d be okay with it. And… I think you’ll be happy with how it all works out..” She climbed fully into bed with him. There were now two very beautiful women - mares - in his bed; one on top of him, pressing warmly into his crotch with her ass, the other snuggling up next to him with her head resting on his chest. 
“You guys. You’re sure. One-hundred-percent-” Anon groaned a bit as Luna swished her flowing tail over his balls. “S-sure?” The two royal mares shared identical smiles. “Let’s show you.”
Luna rose to her hooves and scooted backwards, plopping down along his right leg. Celestia lay along his left. Simultaneously, the two locked eyes with Anon, moved their lips down, and gave a long, wet lick along either side of his penis. 
Anon could have died happy right there. Two warm, wet tongues moved up the sides of his cock. His entire body almost went into shock; numbness tingled in his fingers and toes. Ecstasy bubbled up in his chest and stomach and he arched his back, panting. As both mares reached the tip, they moved their tongues together. Then their lips. Celestia and Luna shared a passionate kiss. Their tongues probed the inside of each others’ mouths. Luna opened one large dark eye and winked at Anon. Celestia pulled away first. She giggled softly, but Luna looked a little saddened as her big sister pulled away. “Now Luna… we need to save some for my husband here. We mustn’t be selfish.” She licked her lips. Luna’s smile returned. “Agreed.” 
Celestia’s horn glowed, and from beneath the four-poster bed floated a familiar wooden box. The latch cracked and the lid swung open to reveal a collection of bedroom toys - riding crops, bridles, dildos, butt plugs. Velvet-lined handcuffs and soft ropes. Everything that Anon and Celestia had shared in their bedroom adventures. Celestia removed the bridle and riding crop. The former, she tied around her sister’s muzzle. The latter, she placed next to Anon. Luna’s voice trembled with anticipation. “I’ve heard wonderful things about this, Anon. I want you to show me.” She turned away from him and kneeled down on her forelegs. Her rear lifted into the air. Her dark indigo tail wavered invitingly. “Please. Master.”
With her ass in the air, Anon had a beautiful view of her nethers. Her black panties still covered her, but this close, in the bright glow of the moonlight, he could see right through them. Luna’s rear was well-defined. Soft. Gorgeous. Her pussy lips had already begun to part ever so slightly, and a spot of wetness was starting to develop between them, soaking through her panties. She looked somewhat smaller and tighter than her sister. In fact, that might be a problem later on… He pushed that from his mind for now though. Regardless of what Luna had asked for, he knew from experience the importance of foreplay. With this in mind he leaned forward, placed his hands on her flanks, and slowly peeled her panties downwards off her rear, over her purple and black stockings. She lifted one leg and allowed him to pull them completely off, and Anon tossed them aside. Then, he leaned forward and llicked once, slowly and deliberately, along her lips. Luna let out a squeak the moment his tongue made contact and one of her legs collapsed. She panted. “S-sorry... “ she stuttered and raised her ass once more. Anon wasted no time and dragged his tongue once more along her lips, from bottom to top. She tasted sweet. Different from her sister, but familiar. More wetness began to appear as Luna tried to suppress tiny squeaks and moans of pleasure. Her eyes closed. Her legs wobbled. “Oh. Oh God. Anon. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop-” Luna’s breathing quickened almost alarmingly and her legs threatened to collapse underneath her. Her pussy was soaking by this point. The sweet, tangy taste and scent overwhelmed Anon’s senses as his tongue probed further and further inside her. He drew back to take another breath and saw Celestia sitting on her haunches, her eyes intensely fixed on her sister’s pussy. One forehoof traced a gentle line up and down her slit. Anon was leaking precum and his cock throbbed. His pace quickened and quickened until Luna gasped loudly and exclaimed. “THERE! There. Perfect. Oh my God perfect. Don’t stop Anon. Don’t stop, don’t stop…” His tongue and jaw began to ache but he ignored it. The motion became repetitive and he allowed himself to relax and fully take in what was happening. 
He was eating out his wife’s little sister. And she was masturbating to it. This had to be a dream. Had to. No other explanation. His cock still twitched and throbbed almost painfully, but he knew that he’d have plenty of time for that to be taken care of later. For now, he returned his concentration to Luna. Her breathing and moaning became quicker and quicker. More rhythmic. It was liked she couldn’t get enough air in her lungs. Suddenly she pushed back into his face and his tongue reached deeper inside. She twitched. Gasped. Shook. And collapsed on the bed a sweaty, out-of-breath mess. “Anon.” She managed between deep breaths, her chest inflating deeply each time. “That… thank… you.” Anon pulled back a little to appreciate his handiwork. “Now… please? I want you…”
“No. Not yet.” A pained look appeared on Luna’s face. Celestia’s eyes were still closed, and she was pressing her hoof harder into herself. “I’ll take care of you, Luna. Just be patient. I think… I think your sister wants some help.” Celestia opened her eyes partway and a look of relief appeared on her face. She gave Anon a genuine, warm smile. He realized that this must have been a terrifying risk for Celestia and her sister to take - but it was paying off. “Really?” Luna’s adorable voice trembled with excitement. “I mean… Yes. Of course, master.” Celestia spread her legs as Luna slinked towards her. Anon watched as Luna hesitantly reached out a forehoof between her sister’s legs. Celestia looked one last time to Anon, who nodded his reassurance, and Luna’s hoof grazed up and down his wife’s pussy. His wife gasped. Luna squeaked softly. The two of them shuddered with pleasure. Luna’s rear end was still beautifully displayed for anon, her stockinged legs stretched out beneath her toned flanks. Celestia leaned back onto the bed and sighed luxuriously as Luna moved closer and closer. She kissed the inside of Celestia’s legs, closer and closer to her sister’s marehood, and suddenly, after a moment’s hesitation, she placed her lips on Celestia’s pink pussy, glistening with wetness. Celestia seemed to melt with pleasure as her eyes closed and she spread her legs to give Luna more room to work with. 
Anon watched, gently stroking himself, as Luna probed cautiously with her tongue. He could see her working out the best places to lick Celestia; while Luna herself seemed to love having Anon’s tongue as far inside her as he could go, Celestia seemed to prefer having her clitorous stimulated. After a minute, Luna settled into a rhythm; she would gently licked Celestia’s vulva, bottom to top, flicking her tongue delicately over her clit. Then on the way back down, she gave it an extra bit of attention, nibbling softly with her lips. After a few minutes of this she began heaving and squirming. Anon recognized the signals. His wife was close to her first orgasm of the night. Slowly he positioned himself behind Luna and lifted her hindquarters into the air again. He then tightened her bridle and picked up the riding crop. He traced a slow pattern around her swollen lips with his fingertips and felt how wet they were. His pace quickened in time with her tongue on his wife’s pussy and without warning he inserted a finger. Luna gasped and lurched forward, pressing hard into Celestia’s crotch, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her. “Luna….” she whispered.
She was even tighter than he expected. Even with Luna positively drenched with her own juices, getting a finger inside took some effort. And every inch he inserted into her drew tiny squeals. She paused for a moment, out of breath. “Anon, please… harder. Take me now. Please...” Her voice trailed off into a moan as he complied, pushing one finger all the way inside her. Her inner walls tightened forcefully. This was gonna be tough. “Not until you make your sister cum for me.” Damn, it was getting so easy for him to fall into the domination/submission mindset. The words came naturally now. The command in his voice felt right. Luna settled back into the routine that the three of them knew would soon bring his wife to orgasm, as anon positioned his throbbing cock at Luna’s entrance. Her engorged lips seemed to twitch and wink at him. He placed the tip of his cock against her lips and felt the sticky wetness. Luna immediately pushed herself back into him, taking the head of his manhood inside her, and he pulled back.
THWACK!
Luna moaned at the impact of the riding crop on her flank, just behind her cutie mark. “S-sorry,” she managed between licks. “It’s okay,” Anon said. He quickly whispered in her ear, “tell me if you want me to stop.” She nodded quickly. He spoke more loudly. “But you are not the one in control here. Understood?” She nodded again. Celestia was on the verge of cumming, and Anon began to push his cock inside her. Slowly, inch by inch, struggling not to force his way inside faster. With her tightness, that would probably hurt the both of them. Luna’s moans and squeals rose in volume as he slowly worked his cock inside her, just as Celestia began to orgasm. As her own, somehow more dignified moans rose to a crescendo, her sister eagerly lapped up her juices.
“You’re such a good little sister, aren’t you, Luna?” Anon asked mischievously. Luna nodded with her eyes closed. Her wavy dark mane bobbed up and down. “Taking care of your big sister like that. You deserve a reward.” With the final word he pushed all the way inside her in one long motion as Luna’s legs wobbled and threatened to give way again. But to her credit, she took the entirety of his cock as he hilted into her. Luna’s sweet-smelling juices squeezed around his cock and dripped down over his balls, and Anon could feel her bucking and trembling against him. “H-hard,” she panted. “Please.” Anon grabbed a handful of her mane and pulled, thrusting his hips into her hard. She sighed languidly. “Oh…” He began to thrust faster and harder, his left hand yanking hard on her mane, his right rubbing her flanks and occasionally thwacking her with the riding crop. He could feel his own orgasm building. Celestia continued to rub herself gently in the afterglow of her orgasm. Anon was getting closer and closer to climax. He could feel waves of pleasure dancing up and down his cock, and a tingling sensation washed over him. He closed his eyes and came hard with one final thrust into Luna’s tight marehood. His cum filled her instantly and began to seep out, dripping down over her lips as he pulled out. Celestia moved over and licked all over her sister’s legs and rear, lapping up as much of Anon’s cum as she could. Luna fell back on her haunches, willing herself not to collapse again, and then finally fell back into anon, panting and sighing. Her eyes met his and she giggled softly. “Thank you.” He grinned in return.
The moment lasted only a split second. Suddenly a large white shape bowled him over and knocked him flat on his back. Celestia’s horn lit up as he felt himself magically pinned to the bed. “Now it’s our turn.” Her voice dripped with anticipation. “Luna?” Her sister scooted over to place her head between Anon’s legs and curled her legs out comfortably to the side. She was drenched in sweat and still breathing heavily. Celestia leaned down from above him and kissed his chest gingerly. “Thank you, Anon,” she whispered. She gave him a genuine smile. “You’re so open minded. I’m so glad we can share this.” She moved her long face up to his neck, kissing softly, planting one last tender kiss on his forehead. Then, the warmth in her face disappeared quickly, replaced by sternness. Celestia rose up, narrowed her eyes, and turned up her snout, looking down at him with disdain. Her regal, authoritative attitude fit her so well. With a click he felt something cold and hard around his wrists. Celestia had floated over the handcuffs, pinned his arms above his head, and bound his wrists. Without warning he felt a tingling warmth spread over the base of his manhood. He recognized the feel of Luna’s warm, wet tongue as she moved it over him in drawn-out licks. He shuddered and the tingling feeling from earlier returned - but the feeling was over almost as quickly as it began. Luna drew her mouth back, and his view was soon blocked by Celestia straddling him backwards. She lowered her rear towards him and looked over her shoulder with that same stern gaze. As her flanks made contact with his face, he immediately began to lick. Celestia’s sticky, warm juices flooded his senses. He moved his tongue in delicate patterns over her lips. Her horn continued to glow and from the corner of his eye Anon saw a small silver buttplug float towards her. He pulled back to allow Celestia to slip it inside her marehood, coating it with lubrication, and then place it at her butthole. Slowly she pushed it into her, grunting and straining, until it was inside her. She sighed with contentedness. Anon resumed working at her with his tongue as Celestia bucked and pressed backwards into him. 
Anon felt another tongue probing at the tip of his cock; he could tell from experience that it was Celestia’s. She had bent forward, her forehooves stretching along his legs, and took him entirely into her mouth. She slowly licked along the length of his shaft as her lips touched the base of his cock. Anon was overwhelmed with pleasure - the tingling feeling had returned, but now he could barely feel his fingers and toes. He bucked involuntarily into her mouth and heard a quiet gagging sound. He felt Celestia tense up with anger and she suddenly pressed all of her weight down into his face, causing his tongue to push deep inside her and his sense of smell and taste to be overwhelmed with his wife’s musky sweetness. After a moment, she let up, and took her mouth away from his crotch. He felt something else at the head of his penis - something wet and tight, slowly enveloping the tip. He heard Luna’s girlish squeaks and moans as she slowly lowered herself, inch by inch, onto him. His cock slipped inside her with agonizing slowness. She was still so incredibly tight. After only a couple inches, Luna raised herself up again. His member was still coated with Luna’s and Celestia’s juices and it tingled in the cold night air. Anon continued to move his tongue around his wife’s pussy as she grinded onto his face. He felt the familiar twitching and heard Celestia’s breathing grow deeper - if they were lucky she’d be able to orgasm a second time. He kept up the pace. 
He was rewarded with Luna lowering herself onto him again, faster this time, determined to take all of his cock inside her at once. She squealed and winced a little in pain as Anon felt a tight, warm wetness gripping his shaft, and suddenly he was all the way inside her. Anon bucked his hips in time with Celestia’s ragged gasps and Luna’s squeals. A warm sensation washed over his entire body. Anon felt like his chest was about to explode. Waves of intense pleasure rushed from his stomach to the ends of his limbs and back again. The two sisters both picked up their pace, his wife grinding her pussy against his tongue and face, her sister bobbing up and down on his cock, and they leaned forward. Celestia’s lips met her younger sisters and they shared another deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined, their eyes closed, as all three of them rode the waves of intense pleasure they shared. Anon’s orgasm was building, and he felt Celestia’s and Luna’s weren’t close behind. He just had to hold out a little longer - but holy hell, was it hard. His cock twitched and begged to cum deep inside Luna for the second time. With a few final thrusts, Anon felt Celestia to begin to shudder as her pussy tightened. She pressed downwards once more as a second orgasm washed over her. The taste of his wife’s sweat, mixed with the musk of her wetness overloaded him and he thrust harder and harder into her sister. Luna’s own orgasm wasn’t far behind. Anon felt her pussy tighten around his cock and she shuddered, moaned, squealed loud enough for the entire castle to hear. She bounced up and down on his cock as she came, hard, panting and sighing. Anon finally allowed himself to release inside her and once more Luna’s tight pussy was flooded with his cum. His cock twitched and spasmed inside her. He felt like his entire being was being drained as the most intense orgasm of his life washed over him. After what seemed like forever, the feeling of pleasure was slowly replaced by numbness. Celestia collapsed, a panting, sweaty, and contented mess on top of Anon, and removed her buttplug and his handcuffs. Luna did the same, draping herself over his legs and resting her adorable face on his thigh. She opened her eyes halfway, gave him a warm grin, and kissed the head of his now-flaccid cock once before closing her eyes and drifting into sleep.
Celestia looked backwards at her sister lying contentedly on her husband’s legs. She turned back to him. She looked so happy. So satisfied. She whispered, “Thank you. I mean it. This… this could have been so very awkward and horrible. But it wasn’t. So thank you. I love you, Nonny.” She kissed him gently on the lips, lay her head on his chest, and drifted into sleep with a slight smile on her lips.

Anon lay awake for a few minutes alone. The tingling sensation in his limbs had subsided, and the full moon had clouded over, throwing the room into near-total darkness. The two mares asleep next to and on top of him slept soundly and contentedly. One last thought about how incredibly lucky a man he was passed through his mind, and then he curled up with his wife and her sister, and fell asleep.