>Night of the Bygone Tribe in Equestria
>Be Anonymous the Inquisitor
>Today marks the third day of visiting the new prisoner, Rosewood
>As per usual, Nightlight is in tow
>She has grown much more curious of the prisoner and you are happy she is learning
>Nightlight is very intelligent, if she could just overcome her attachments
>You stare down to your trainee
"Protocol, now."
>With that, the green-eyed mare looks up with narrowed eyes and grins through her small fangs
>"The prisoner is not a pony, she is a number to be filed and a tool to be used."
"Perfect..."
>"The prisoner shall be fed twice daily, a meal will be withheld if she is uncooperative."
"Indeed..."
>"And the prisoner is not to be allowed any more books, even if she asks me really nicely."
>You look to Nightlight as her smile wanes a bit
"Absolutely, we do not want a repeat of a the, 'Tree' incident."
>"Who knew her super special talent was using any tree product as a weapon?"
>You smirk and admire Rosewood's will to kill you
>It makes you feel that much more alive to challenge another who would use their full potential against you
>"Did you have to break her legs for that though?"
"It was a learning experience for her..."
>Nightlight giggles with you
>"Oh, Anon, you can be so silly sometimes. The stitches on your hand and head are still not healed, are they?"
"Flesh wound; you are impeccable with a needle and thread."
>"Momma always wanted me to make dresses. At least the skill is handy still!"
>Nightlight chuckles and saunters to your side
>You approach a guarded building with tall, grey walls and elegantly carved steps
>Guards line the walls and stand at posts in the entrance ways with shining armour and glimmering weapons
>You admire them; working diligently, loving their duty for their princesses
>It is what life has always been and what life should always be
>You wave to a guard who allows you entrance with his magic
>The stones turn slowly and grind the earth below as unseen forces allow you to pass
>Nightlight walks ahead of you and merrily steps in time with some mysterious rhythm 
>The music filling the tunnel makes you a bit leery, but you press on
>You are ready this night and have your weapon in your hand along with a woodsman's ax
>No foul magic or foul lumber will hinder your interrogations
>As you enter the antechamber of the prison, the music grows louder
>"This is a good song... Where's it coming from?"
>A stallion comments from his post
>"Number 386 has requested a music box."
>Your face twists in mild annoyance
"Why was I not consulted of this decision?"
>"Oh, um... We didn't think...
>Anon thrust his spear into the face of the guard until the point is within centimeters of the stallion's nose
"You are not paid to -think-. You are paid to follow my orders!"
>A feeling of a small weight presses on your leg and you look down
>"Anon, I am sure it was a mistake."
>"Y-yes, sir! A mistake, sir!"
>You will not have such decisions ruin your hard work
"If this happens again, you will lose half your rations for the remaining week. Am I understood?"
>The stallion nods his head feverishly before returning to his post
>Nightlight and you walk onward to a secluded section of the prison and come upon the chamber of Rosewood
>A stone plank reads, "386" on the cell and the metal door tightly holds against the solid mortar framing
>You grasp the cool handles and turn them slowly until the sound of a hitch and lock unhook
>Opening the door reveals a small, but comfortable bed with Rosewood propped on her side
>"Oh, Anonymous, is it already breakfast?"
>The unicorn smiles with her fangs bared and Nightlight scrunches her nose as she peers in
"386, you know the procedure."
>"I do, I do... But, we're friends now! Surely, I don't need the harness."
"If you wish to eat today, you will willingly enter the device."
>She sighs loudly before hopping from her hooves
>"You are so difficult sometimes, Anon."
>You simply point your finger at the restraints and Rosewood complies
>The device is simple enough, it is a metal board with straps to bind a pony's legs and neck in place
>It is of your own design and you find it is incredible for information gathering, especially if you turn the small handle a few times and increase the pressure on the neck
>As Rosewood slips into the harness, you approach and begin to secure the belts
>"This could be kind of romantic, you know?"
>Nightlight does not take the statement well and you wish she would not feed into the attention
>"Shut up, 386. Your foul, traitorous breath is stinking up the room."
>"Pfft, as if, I clean my fangs, you fruit-sucking mango-biter!"
>"Least I'm not in jail for being a traitor!"
>"At least -I- am not freely serving the False Princess!"
>You finally step in with guttural growl
"Enough!"
>The room is suddenly silent and you catch Nightlight looking away from you
>Rosewood seems a bit pleased with herself, but she generally looks to start trouble
>You bring your finger up to her the hungry unicorn's mouth and stop just inches away
"Before we begin, I am curious to know something."
>You see Rosewood's tongue glossing her lips in anticipation
>"I already told you that I will not say where the Queen is or where our hideout is located."
"I remember that much, but, you have very little choice if I so choose to pursue that question. Instead, I am interested in the topic of your propaganda."
>The mare looks at you with widening eyes
>"Propaganda? We have none to speak of."
"This is where you begin to tell me the truth..."
>You rest a hand on the steely wheel and Rosewood looks apprehensive
>"Propaganda? Ok, um... Well, it is a fact that Celestia is a cruel dictator. Everyp0ny knows she hoards resources and distributes them among the nobles first."
"You are not entirely mistaken, but to think that everyp0ny is not given their fair share from their toils is simply foolish."
>"We toil! We toil in the dark places, we farm and work and strive to live. Where is the so called, 'Princess'?"
"The Princess of the Sun watches the daylight, you are a creature of the night."
>"The other, Luna, has never attended to us either! We are not good enough to earn our place in society?"
"You are foul, barbaric creatures who care only for your own and wish to feast and reap from other ponies. Where do you see yourself in the grand scheme of harmony?"
>"We can be at peace and harmony! We know what magic is, we feel just as any other feels!"
"Yet you make your case by assault the castle and threatening the great nation of Equestria?"
>"No, we seek to bring about an age of a new Queen! The Red Queen! She will lead us and she will say what is and is not!"
>You give the wheel upon the device a slight turn and watch as the belts pull tighter
"Do no raise your voice to me, heretic. To believe that order will be without our beloved Princess is a fool's dream."
>"I-it's not... fair."
>Rosewood chokes under your watch
>It is good to show that you care only so much for the prisoner
>Nightlight seems to enjoy when you gag her, so that is always a plus
>You turn the wheel back and stare at Rosewood
>Her cheeks are red and she breathes heavily while staring furiously back to you
"This was an excellent chat."
>"My meal?"
"Have you earned such things as sustenance?"
>"What? I told you what I know! I told you all truths!"
"I am not certain if they were. Nightlight, would you agree her truths are muddled?"
>"Certainly, Sir. Seems she is a little loopy and I would bet it was from too much blood."
>You hear a snickering sort of sound from Nightlight and Rosewood's mouth arches into utter loathing
>"Please! I am so hungry!"
>You spin around and lunge at the device that suspends the weeping pony
>Your hand wraps around her small throat and you feel the heat of life still beating within her
>Her eyes narrow on you for the moment, but despite her rage, a tear freely falls
"I am your only hope of survival and I am the only one who could set you free. I can just as easily end you here."
>Death is an interesting sort of promise to make, you ponder
>Rosewood's throat swallows around your clenching fist and you feel her words wobble from her
"I... I am sorry... I'll cooperate. P-please..."
>You feel the room grow a degree or so cooler and realize that Nightlight has backed away from you
>She stands a bit to one side of you as you choke Rosewood and you have the strangest feeling that you have upset her again
>You want to explain this is part of the act, that you are not really going to kill this mare
>It would ruin the charade, however, and duty must come first
"Excellent to hear..."
>Your hand slips from her neck and takes on the softer demeanor of feeding time
>You glide your fingers up her chin and rest them on her lips
>Carefully, Rosewood's tongue glides over your digit and she pulls you tenderly towards her awaiting mouth
>A small prick of a sharp fang punctures the new whole and you feel blood drip from you
>At once, Rosewood changes into something more pleasant
>Her eyes soften and round out, her breathing calms, and her body seems to relax
>Nightlight turns her face from you as she hates seeing this
>You are unsure what about this bothers her, but you have vague notions of what it must look like
>While you are simply performing your duties, Nightlight may take it as some form of affection being given to another
>It is hard to say exactly, but she wears her disapproval without shame
>You feed Rosewood for a minute longer until she stops milking your finger with such urgency before pulling it away
>A small popping noise is all that you hear as you do
>The unicorn nay hangs limp and docile on the bindings and you begin to untie her
>It is interesting to find just how a small amount of blood can sate her and you wonder if all Thirsters are like this
>You lift her small frame and lay her on the bed as Nightlight follows closely
>"I... I thank you, Anon. You taste so good... It's really... It's kind of nice."
"Do no get used to it."
>"Will you wait with me here while I fall asleep?"
>This is a shocking question and one not asked before
>Nightlight looks intensely with you, as if trying to plead for you to leave
"It depends... What can you tell me of your numbers?"
>"My people... We're not warlike... We can barely hunt wild game. We're simple farmers most of the time. We have cows we raise and eat. It's just life, you know?"
>You do understand what it is like to crave flesh and blood from time to time
>It must be harder for one such as Rosewood, but you will not give her an inch of charity under these conditions
>It's been harder lately... Livestock started to vanish, we didn't think much of it at first. Sometimes, Timberwolves or Bandersnatches will steal some. Sometimes, they just wise up and escape."
"Has your, 'Queen' been trying to find more food for you?"
>"Yes... I think so... She has told the most dedicated to help look for something to eat. I didn't like the alternative."
>A melancholy expression grips Rosewood's face as you sit down on the bed beside her form
"What was the alternative?"
>Rosewood looks away from you and Nightlight with her hooves clinging to her chest
>"The Queen suggested we raid a nearby settlement. We could take whatever they had and..."
>She is silent for the moment, but you stroke her mane down once with your hand
>Rosewood does not know how to react to the pet at first
>"She said to steal the weak or young..."
>This act of violent pillaging is not unheard of you to you, but to hear that anyp0ny, queen or otherwise, would suggest that makes you concerned
>Nightlight suddenly shouts and you turn your head
>"That's disgusting! How could you listen? That's just horrible!"
"At ease, Sentry..."
>You stare to Nightlight as he eyes fill with tears
>If she cries, you will have to suspend her from these trips
"386, we bid you farewell for now. We shall return later on. Do take care of yourself in the meantime."
>You hurry Nightlight along and seal up the prison once more
>As you leave, all eyes are upon you as the guards follow you carefully
>There has been more rumors going around these days and you wish there was a source that you could impale
>Sadly, it is never so simple
>Nightlight and you exit into the cool air for the second time that night and you stretch out
"I think that went well. If you would, please do not..."
>"Shut up."
>You turn your head with a sharp twist as you stare to Nightlight
"Pardon me?"
>"I need to go get some air..."
>Nightlight walks off in some direction and you watch her leave
>You find it impossible to call her back
>It is strange, you think, that you just don't have the right words for this moment

>On a dusty path under a watchful moon
>Be Nightlight the Wounded
>You storm off from Anonymous as you walk in no particular direction
>Rosewood, the prisoner, makes you furious every time you meet her
>She always says something foul or horrible and she always gets fed despite what Anon says
>You think of Anon again and get even angrier
>You plod on and stomp your hooves into the stone floor with loud thumps
>The combat square appears ahead of you and you hear the clank of metal and whoomp of sticks echoing into the distance
>You ruffle your wings and quickly lift yourself to the sky
>It has been quite a while since you have just flown around, Anon does not fly, so you usually walk
>Tonight, you move on swift beats at a phenomenal speed towards your destination
>Arriving quickly, you see the arena is living with a few guards training either on dummies or with each other
>A few are sparring with incredible hoof to hoof action and others are practicing their stab and slash
>You enter with your head held high and think about partaking in some extracurricular combat when the noise subsides
>As you look around, you see that the other combatants are lowering their weapons or moving further away from you
>You attempt to break the ice
"Hello, everyp0ny! Anyp0ny up for some dueling?"
>Your smile slowly slips away as the other guards mutter amongst themselves
>Finally, a larger mare in beautiful armor approaches you with a scowl
>"You're that one that's with the Destroyer."
"What? Oh, you mean, Anonymous?"
>"Whatever name the Princess has given him doesn't matter. We know what he is and what he does and we all know that you're his."
"What are you saying? I'm not -his-! And I'm a night guard, just like you!"
>The large mare laughs at you before shaking her head
>"Like us? I do not think you realize what it means to be under the Destroyer. You aren't trained like us, you aren't fed like us, and you certainly don't spend time with anyp0ny else."
"I am easily as well trained!"
>"Oh, I don't mean that. The Destroyer won't just teach you to fight, he'll teach you to kill. I don't think anyp0ny here would want to fight you for fear of being crippled."
>You would never hurt your fellow pony, you know this to be true
>"And it is no secret that he's mark you."
>The mare trots around you slowly and you feel a hoof poke at your neck and flank
>"Look at those marks! He's bitten you up like the animal he is and you let him. That's pretty sick."
>A terrible feeling grips you as you listen to the condescending mare
"That's not true! Anon has been the best mentor I have ever had!"
>She lays another hoof on your flank and you get angry
>With a quick and fluid maneuver, you catch the mare by her front leg, flip your wing under her chest and knock her onto her back
>She makes a great thud in the dirt floor and you stand atop as the victor
>The rush of the fighting boils into you and you roar as best you can
>Another guard looks on and runs to one corner while another two shake in place
>Only one steps up to you and it is to ask you to kindly let her friend go
>The large mare stands up again and looks to you
>Her side is bruised and she pants slightly as she talks
>"That's... That's typical..."
"You asked for it! I didn't give you permission to prod me!"
>She spits and looks down upon you
>"Get out of here, Nightlight. You're not welcome to..."
>The mare backs up suddenly from you with fear in her eyes
>You were scowling, but you had no idea you were so scary
>A shadow casts over you quickly and you turn around to see Anonymous
>He wears some grim expression on his face as he looks to you
>"Hello, Nightlight. Are you having fun with these ponies?"
>You nod slightly
>He points to the hurt mare before you
>"Did you cause that?"
>You nod again silently
>"Excellent, she is twice your weight and well over your height."
>The mare grits her teeth and speaks quickly
>"What are you doing here?"
>"I came to find my friend."
>You look up at Anon as the moonlight shimmers off his furless, human skin
>"I want to apologize to you, Nightlight. I have been neglectful as of late."
"N-no, it's fine, Anon. I know it's been hard..."
>You are suddenly gripped and pulled towards him
>"It is far from fine, my dear Nightlight. You are my world."
>You feel your heart thump at his words, but you are still unsure
>These past few days have been stressful and lonely
>As you are pulled to Anon's chest, you have a brief moment of peace wash over you
>This feels so right, you think
"It's alright, Anon, I still love you."
>"I love you as well, Night."
>Anon looks over your shoulder to see some guards still looking on
>"Did you come here to spar?"
"I thought it would help all this tension."
>Anon gently sets you to your hooves and you look to him
>"Would you care to dance with me?"
>A guard rushes outside with an interesting look on his face as Anon removes his sandals
>You nod to him and smile as he raises his hands and balls his fists
>The ground livens up with energy around the arena as a few more guards appear
>You take your stance and announce the start
>Anon leaps from one leg at you as you feint to the left and roll right
>"Excellent, but stay on your hooves..."
>From Anon's fallen position, he spins quickly and sweeps his legs around
>You just barely avoid him as you take flight
>He leaps straight from the ground and catches your hind leg in his hand
>Pulling you to the ground, you land on your back and shake your head
>You move just in time to avoid Anon's foot and kick up with both your hooves
>It sinks squarely into Anon's gut and he falls back for the moment
>The crowd that has gather begins cheering for you and even some for Anon
>Each deft movement from the two of you looks like choreography from a fine play
>It takes a good deal of time, but you two eventually tire down
>Anon's arm sweeps around and clocks you in the side as your front hoof bashes into his shoulder
>Sore and bruised, you both breathe heavily for the moment
>There is a strange hunger in Anon's eye as he closes in
>You swing hard, but Anon catches your hoof and presses his body into you
>With a swift motion, you feel arms entangle around your waist and you are pulled in
>Hot breath washes over your muzzle as two glimmer eyes shine with ferocity in the moonlight
>The fight is concluded as Anon's face pushes into your own and a hot tongue slips between your teeth
>You do not end the tongue wrestling for a few moments as your mind is ravished by lust and your body aches with exhaustion 
>When you do pull apart again, the arena is as silent as when you had entered, but the expressions of other ponies are rather unique
>Whispers fill the crowd as Anon holds you tightly and he tells you again what you love to hear
>A sudden audience member screams out across the barren arena
>"She kissed the Destroyer! Wooh!"
>The cheering starts anew, but in a silly way and you look to Anon
"We should have a bath tonight..."
>"I would love to."
"Carry me?"
>"Just this time."
>As Anon moves, the crowd opens up around him, all the while cheering you on in your victory
>You finally leave the arena and find your way down the stone road towards your home
>"It was a great fight, wouldn't you agree?"
"Oh, yes, definitely... Anon, is it true I am different because of you?"
>"Yes."
>You gaze at him with a furrowed brow
"What kind of answer is that?"
>"The truth. If you want an expanded answer, I will need you to bandage up my finger and repair the stitches at my side."
>You notice Anon's white shirt has a line of red under his arm and you gasp
"I forgot you had stitches there! I am so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."
>"It does not hurt, Night."
"You take pain very well..."
>"Correction, I do not feel pain very well. I thank Princess Celestia for that."
"What did she do?"
>"Her magical healing has caused a great deadening of my nerves over the years."
>You stop and think about that for a moment
"Can you feel me when I hug you?"
>"A little... But, that is not important. Being near you brings me this feeling of triumph and that feeling is heavenly."
>Anon stops before the barrack door and opens it slowly
>"You are exceptionally warm, however."
>Stepping in, you feel the coolness of an unattended room and the darkness is so inviting
>You hop from Anon's arms and begin rummaging about for your medical kit
>It looks like you are nearly out of everything and wonder if the medicae ward will give you more
"OK, have a seat on the bed, Anon and take off your shirt."
>He complies in a curiously willing manner and you smile
>His toned body looks so inviting right now, but you have work to do
>You lift the bottle of spray antiseptic and squirt at Anon's finger and side
>A lesser pony would at least wince, Anon just stares blankly with you
>You use a quick adhesive to seal up his finger prick and assess the damage to his sutures
>Two are torn, one could use to be rebound, and you have plenty of thread to work with
"Can you lay on your stomach?"
>Anon simply flops and rolls in place
>You quickly line the needle up in your muzzle and near his body
>He smells like a day of training, mixed with a bit of dust and a hint of his human signature
>You push the delicious scent to one side as you pierce his taut flesh
>It takes you little to pull the skin halves together and you tie the new stitches off with a smart knot
"There you go! Good as new."
>"Thank you, Nightlight..."
>Anon rolls onto his back and your eyes roam over his naked top half
>His muscles glisten with his own perspiration and you see the grooves shine against the dim light
>"You have gotten much better since combat training has begun. I am very pleased with your progress."
>You pack up your kit and look to the lounging form of Anon
"Thanks, you have been a great teacher."
>"So I have been told. Would you like a bath?"
>Your nose traces the smell of the body before you and you lick your lips
"We should get a little dirtier before we clean up."
>Anon smirks and lays his hands behind his head
>"I would agree to such an idea. Do you have anything in particular in mind?"
>You smirk and lick your lips at the meal at your hooves
"I think I'll just -wing- it."
>You unfurl your mighty bat wings and make a lewd gesture with one wing
>Anon looks a little surprised with your display, but you feel really comfortable tonight
>"We have three hours time..."
>He chuckles to you
"Remember that thing you did last time? The thing with your tongue?"
>"Of course, did you really enjoy that so much?"
"Silly Anon, asking questions you already know the answers too."
>You climb onto Anon's body and rest your backside towards him
>As his hands grip you, you ready for the feeling of his loving embrace
>Surprisingly, he opens with a question
>"Nightlight... Did I leave all these marks on you?"
"Yes, I think you were a little rougher last night than usual."
>"I apologize if I had hurt you..."
>You crane your neck back and assure Anon
"If it hurt, I would stop you."
>Anon nods slowly and pets your thighs with his dull nails
>The feeling is so nice that you can only relax your leg
>"You have smelled very different over the last few days. I will freely admit that is drives me a little wild."
>You don't think that you've changed in anyway, at least not in smell
"Not sure, but there's -bigger- things to attend to..."
>You snicker as you ears bounce around and you press your hooves into Anon's pants
>His warmth is inviting and you happily sniff at his scent
>Though he is not particularly furry aside from his mane, he has a few patches of coarse hair around his body
>You sometimes admire the little fuzz and wonder why it is there
>Tonight is not one of those moments, however, and you quickly bring your favorite tool out into the open
>It looks so good tonight with its rigid skin and thick central vein
>You admire the perfect example of maleness in your hooves and decide Anon has waited long enough
>He is the first to grab you and pull you up his body
>You watch his maleness slide from you as your hips snuggly lock around Anon's head and his thick tongue caressing your burning body
>He works enthusiastically on your receptive mare bits as if trying to put out your inner fire with his impossibly wet mouth
>In your throes, you twist in Anon's strong hands and drool onto his stomach
>A sudden, loud rapping sound rings into your dark room and you grow both desperate and irritated
>Anon stops and you feel the amazing tongue recede from you and the body below you shift
>"Are you expecting guests?"
>You shake your head and Anon draws his pants up
>He rushes to the door and casts it open
>You peak your head from around the bed and mutter angry words to yourself
>It better be somep0ny on fire or you'll be so...
>Princess Celestia steps in on gilded hooves and you could slap yourself for almost saying something rude
>"Dearest Princess, what brings you to our humble barracks this late?"
>"I come to speak to you tonight, Anonymous. We have not spoke in a very long time."
>She turns her head to see you on the bed and you are pinned in her large eyes
>"Good evening, Nightlight."
>You nod with a shaky voice
"Evening, Princess."
>You reach for some blankets and wrap it about your waist out of concern
>She probably already has an idea though
>Celestia looks at you for a moment and then to Anonymous
>"Anonymous, may I speak in front of your apprentice?"
>You are taken aback by the idea of the Princess requesting permission from Anon
>"She is sworn to me; what must be said, may."
>Anon closes the door and Celestia sighs to him
>"We are pleased with the progress thus far. Your methods are certainly working and we are curious to see if you need anything else?"
>Anon looks sternly to the Princess and speaks frankly
>"Is that really what you wished to ask me?"
>Celestia turns her nose from him and you swear you see a hint of blush on her face
>"There was another concern of mine. Are you... You probably are. I am sorry for bothering you."
>You have the strangest sense that something peculiar is happening here
>Celestia turns to leave as Anon reaches his hand out
>He grips the side of Celestia and spins her towards him
>You do not know what is happening, but you are deeply concerned
>Anon brings the Princess to him and you realize they stand at about equal heights
>"This is a difficult time, I understand."
>Your lover holds the Princess as if she were a foal and you watch her nuzzle into his shoulder
>"Anonymous..."
>Their faces near each other now and your eyes go wide
"A-Anon... What's going on?"
>Celestia quickly withdraws from his embrace
>"No, Anonymous, you have other duties to attend to... Forgive me, I was acting selfishly. Good evening."
>"It is not your fault..."
>Celestia looks to you again before sulking
>Her lustrous mane does not seem to have the usual shades of magnificence as she walks from the doorway
>As it closes, you look to Anon
>He seems to shiver with some kind of guilt and his eyes look so much gentler now
"What was that about? Did you almost kiss the Princess?"
>"Nightlight, you love me, correct?"
"Yes, without doubt."
>"If I told you that I am not a creature of my own will, would you believe me?"
"I would if that made any sense to me."
>"It is not easy to explain, but know that I am older than I appear and my history is extensive."
>You think about it for the moment and realize you don't know how Anon ages
"Like, what, ten years? I don't mind if you're..."
>"Nightlight, I am 700."
>You look at him with a funny sort of expression
"Is that old for you?"
>Anon simply smiles and holds you tightly
>You must have said the right thing after all!
"Wait, I just thought of something. With how the Princess looked at you, would you have given her a kiss if she asked?"
>"Yes."
"Even with me sitting right here?"
>"Yes, again."
"You're so honest, Anon. It's kind of weird, but I love that about you."
>"I hope this does not strain our personal relationship. The Princess has often used me for a source of relief."
"Whoa, really?"
>"Yes, I have often been required to brush the royal mane for 1.000 strokes or accompany the Princess to bathe."
>You blush as you think about your current baths with Anon
"Have you... Well, this is weird, but, did you and Princess Celestia do -it-?"
>Anon looks to you with a small smile and wide eyes
>"Not once..."
"Oh, well, that is a..."
>"... Yet, she has had me assist her with such activities."
>You look at Anon with a very skeptical grin
"I bet she twisted your tail on that one!"
>You grin and giggle at Anon, though he doesn't return the gesture
>Instead, he suddenly grabs your tail and pulls it up
>You feel your nethers uncover and you twitch a bit
"What are you up to now?"
>"Enjoying the look set on your face."
"I love you, Anon, I don't care if your old or whatever."
>"It is good to be loved by you, Nightlight."
>He kisses your forehead and your ears twitch happily
"Hey, I'm still good to go if you are."
>You whisper to Anon as you stare up his chin
>"Then I must perform to the fullest extent of my ability!"
>Anon lifts you up with great ease and spins you around
"Anon, wait!"
>He freezes in place as he listens
"Don't answer the door until -I- done this time. I thought I was going to explode..."
>"Sometimes, you are very domineering."
"I think you like when I try to take charge."
>Anon bobs his head as his breath brushes against your rump
>"I think you may be correct..."
>Without another comment, you get to feel the lovely, velvety tongue once again
>The night cannot last forever, you know it to be true
>But, love... Love cares not for such simple rules