>”Hello, can I help you with something?”
>The contrast between the salesman's gruff voice penetrated into Celestia's dream.
>”I'm looking for some muscle to help me at work. Do you have anyone big and strong for sale?”
>The other voice was neutral.
>It belonged to a male human.
>That was all she could tell.
>”Yeah. They got us a new earth pony stallion the other day. I'll show you.”
>Thick steel bars were the first thing Celestia saw as she cracked open her eyes.
>Beyond was the employee break room with its dirty microwave, sputtering coffee machine, and threadbare sofa.
>”This one? He looks good but I'm searching for a strong pony, not a pretty pony.”
>A dull pain radiated from her shoulders and hindquarters.
>Those parts pressed against the bars of her cage despite how she'd tried to curled up.
>At least she fit under the patched and scratchy blanket she had.
>”Uh, well... There's another one. They said she's strong but her record is... bad. She's in the back room. Follow me.”
>They were coming to see her?
>That meant a chance they'd let her out of the cage.
>Then she'd get to stretch the worst pain out of her muscles.

>Beep!
>Buzzzzz.
>The door swung open and two men strode in.
>The first was the thick, burly and strong-jawed shopkeeper, and the second was someone Celestia had never seen before.
>He had an average build, was of average height, had a face that said nothing to her, and wore clothes that didn't stand out.
>”Well she's big, all right. Looks delicate, though.”
>She tried to meet his eyes.
>He was only interested in her hooves, and studied her like she was a piece of furniture.
>Her hooves, and her flank.
>Hey, my eyes are up here.
>Is what she wanted to say.
>Or just anything, to make them treat her like a living being.
>”Do you want a better look? I can let her out for a while.”
>But she'd learned that loose lips led to punishment, so she pretended not to notice how he stole glances at how her butt was squished against the bars.
>For a second, her collar felt like it was made of solid lead.
>They'd shock her if she said something.
>Or maybe they just wouldn't let her on her daily walk?
>”Can you show me her papers first? I'm not paying any extra for the horn and wings, nor for the fancy mane, and you said she has a bad past. Let's have a look at that first.”
>”Oh, yeah. I'll go get them. Just wait a minute.”
>The burly salesman patted his pockets before rushing out of the room.

>”That cage is too small for you.”
>He swept something off the sofa before lowering onto it.
>It creaked as he put his weight on it.
>”It's no good for your spine. Do they ever let you out?”
>He met her eyes this time.
>His brow furrowed as he rubbed the stubble on his chin.
“Yes. Every day. I heard them talk about ordering a bigger cage, but it'll take a while before it gets here.”
>”How long have you been here? “
“Four days, I think. They've let me out for 'a daily walk' four times now.”
>Beep!
>Buzzzzz.
>The door swung open again.
>”They weren't where I thought they were. Sorry for the delay.”

>”Age: Unknown, Past: Classified, Training: Classified.”
>Celestia's potential new owner tapped a finger on the stack of papers he'd got.
>”That's a lot of red flags right there. Makes me feel like you're hiding something.”
>The alicorn squeezed into one corner of her cage the best she could.
>She stretched a rear hoof towards the opposite corner.
>Age: over 1000, Past: Ruler of Equestria, Training: shown that misbehaving results in having to watch other ponies get beaten.
>They were afraid other ponies would rally around her if they kept her in the same room.
>Or so she'd heard.
>Whether ponies actually followed her lead or not was irrelevant.
>There was nowhere to go: Celestia and Luna had sacrificed themselves to close the portal.
>It hadn't been especially difficult, but could only be done from the human world.
>Now she and everypony else in the human world was stuck there for good.
>As far a she knew.
>There could be another portal.
>She chose to believe there wasn't.

>”I said she has a bad past. That's why she's so cheap.”
>Celestia switched hooves and stretched her other rear hoof.
>The ache in her hindquarters started to fade.
>”Hm. She's cheap, all right. Makes me think there's something wrong with her. But...”
>There wasn't anything she could do about her shoulders.
>Not while locked in her cage.
>”...I'll take her. On one condition: full refund if I return her in seven days.”
>Her head and her ears perked up.
>And that made her horn knock on the ceiling of the cage.
>She saw nothing but rippling colors for a second.
“Ow.”
>A sharp pain radiated from her horn, specifically from the ring on it.
>She was quite sure she could overload the magic-blocking device if she tried.
>But the cries of Slipstream echoed in her ears as she thought about it.
>Poor Slipstream got whipped until blood dribbled down her sides the last time Celestia had tried resisting.

***

>”I know how to set up her collar so just hand me the keys and the remote. I'm supposed to open shop in 45 minutes and 30 of those will be driving.”
>She was on a leash.
>Like a dog.
>”Uh, okay. Just remember that letting her outside without a collar is illegal. Have a nice day and enjoy your purchase!”
>Not only that.
>All other ponies in the store were watching her.
>They all recognized her.
>They all thought her being there meant Equestria had fallen.
>She couldn't tell them that Equestria – a little more than half of it, at least – was safe and mostly untouched.
>All thanks to her and Luna.

***

>The van's front seat was uncomfortable.
>Her tail squished into the gap between the backrest and the part she sat on.
>The seat belt strapped her hooves in place.
>Her horn kept hitting the vehicle's ceiling.
>At least it was padded so the blocker ring didn’t go crazy.
>”Your name's Celestia, right?”
>The human threw a glance at her before returning his eyes to the road.
“Yes.”
>Better not tell him of her past.
>It had to be classified for a reason.
>”Well, Celestia, why are both your past and training classified? Did you do something stupid?”
>She shifted a bit on her seat, trying to get her tail out of the hole.
“I lived in Canterlot and worked in the castle. I guess they thought somepony could recognize me and remember their rulers.”
>The seat belt held her in place.
>Her attempt failed, but her tail slid to a slightly less uncomfortable position.
“My 'training' was some sort of experiment, they had me lie in a machine that only buzzed and beeped as far as I could tell.”
>They tried to find the source of her magic and why the horn ring only blocked the unicorn parts of it.
>From what she knew, they failed.
>It'd explain why she was sold.

>”A high ranking government pony who's had some sort of experiments ran on her?”
>Celestia's new owner nodded his head.
>”I guess I'll just believe you. I'm Anon. You'll be working for me from now on.”
>He stuck out a hand towards her.
>She managed to slip a hoof out and stick it in his hand.
>He gripped it firmly and shook it before returning his hand to the steering wheel.
>”I'll try to be a fair owner, but know that I work hard and will expect the same from you.”
“I hope you don't expect me to do anything that requires precision.”
>She glanced at her horn and the thick metallic ring on it.
“I've used magic for that all my life and now it's gone.”
>”Hah! No, I sell car parts and bought you to do the heavy lifting. You're going to carry the parts from my storage to the customers. You're also going to keep the shop open while I search scrapyards for more parts. Then you're going to...”

***

>”Celestia! Get down here!”
>Anon's voice carried from downstairs.
“Coming!”
>Just as she'd found a comfortable position on his sofa.
>She rolled up the newspaper and set it down before hopping off the couch.
>Her hooves clattered on the bare concrete stairs, and the sound echoed in the stairway.
>Downstairs, where the shop was, similarly dull and echoey, filled with parts and gizmos she knew little of.
>Only that they made cars go.
>But upstairs was completely different.
>That was where Anon lived.
>His apartment had a bathroom, kitchen, living room, and two bedrooms.
>One was his, the other now hers.
>Her room was full of stuff, ranging from old TV's to ventilation pipes, but she wasn't about to complain.
>She had a soft mattress, a warm blanket, a proper pillow, and she could go to the bathroom whenever she wanted.

“What did you need me for?”
>Anon stood behind the register, tapping at its screen.
>An old female human stood on the other side of the counter.
>”She needs a new cylinder for her Honda.”
>Tap tap tap.
>”Item 196. Go get one.”
>Anon made a shooing motion with his hand while the old woman stared at her mane.
>Celestia squeezed past her owner and pushed open a door with a “Staff Only” sign on it.
>She pretended not to notice how he glanced her way.
>She pretended not to notice how his eyes fixed on her hindquarters for a bit too long.
>He'd owned her for three days now and kept looking at her like that.
>With lust in his mind.
>He hadn't acted on his desires yet.
>But it was a question of when, not if.
>It was something she'd have to accept.

>It was unusual for them to sell single parts.
>Most of their customers were repair shops who were looking for stuff that was no longer manufactured.
>And those shops always bought in bulk.
>What Anon sold was more of a service: they sent him a list of parts they need, and he sent them a reply when he'd gathered and prepared everything.
>He had Celestia clean the parts he scavenged from scrapyards – the stench of oil remover still clung to her coat – and pack them n cardboard boxes for easy retrieval.
>Her work was easy, for the most part anyways.
>He'd had her clean and carry an entire gearbox once.
>Though, from how his eyes went wide with amazement as she single-hoofedly lifted the thing, he'd been more than prepared to use his forklift.

>The bare concrete floor amplified her hoofsteps as she trotted down a hallway between two rows of shelves spanning the entire height of the room.
>The storeroom stank of oil, engine degreaser, and dust.
>180... 183... 185...
>She kept track of the tiny number plates on the shelves as she passed by.
>190... 193... There.
>She pinned the part that looked like a carpenter's mallet, only made of metal, between her barrel and wing.
>If only she could levitate it.
>If only she could feel the magic flow through her horn.
>It felt like the part of her mind used for magic was locked in tiny cage.
>Just like she was, until three days ago.

“Here you go.”
>She let the part clunk on the counter.
>”About time. Are you always this slow?”
>”Thanks, Celestia. No, she's just new and barely knows her way around. I only got her the other day. Credit or debit?”
>Anon had a salesman's smile, and his eyes didn't leave his customer's face.
>He reached out behind himself, towards Celestia.
>She ducked out of his hand's path and watched it pat at nothing.
>He was her owner.
>Not someone she had to like.

>But...
>It had been so long since somepony had touched her.
>She had a burning desire to feel a friendly touch.
>She stuck her head under his hand.
>Five fingers pressed into her scalp.
>Five soft and warm fingers made short back and forth motions.
>Waves of relaxation rippled outwards, spreading to her entire body.
>His hand stayed on her head as she leaned in and pressed her head on his side.
>His overalls were made of rough cloth and were stained with oil, but his warmth flowed through them.

>Ting-a-ling!
>The bell attached to the shop's door drew Celestia back to reality.
>She froze in place.
>She realized she'd pressed her muzzle into a soft spot just above Anon's hip.
“Um...”
>His hand had moved to scritch her ears.
>”You remind me of my mother’s dog. He was huge but loved pets and cuddles more than anything.”
>What'd she done?
>”Just try not to do it in front of a customer, okay?”
>Had she truly sunk low enough to throw herself at even the tiniest bit of affection?
“I'm sorry. I won't do it again. It's just...”
>Her flank bumped into a wall as she backed off.
>”It's fine. Just save it for when it's quiet.”
>He ran his hand over her ears and down the back of her neck.
>”I trust I can leave you alone for a few hours. You still haven't cleaned the parts I got yesterday, have you?”
>It's just that she missed Luna so bad.

>She missed brushing her sister's mane.
>She missed having her mane brushed.
>She missed the nights when Luna snuck into her room.
>Her scent, the softness of her coat, how she knew all of Celestia's secrets and how she drove her wild.
>She missed making pancakes with silly faces for her.
>And watching her stuff her grumpy face with them.
>'Why do you put so much sugar in these?'
>She'd ask that almost every single morning.

>Poor Luna.
>Always working so hard she couldn't think straight during breakfast.
>Well, supper for her.
>And nopony to thank her.
>Apart from Celestia, of course.
>She'd arranged time for her sister every day since Starlight's intervention.
>They read together.
>Cooked together.
>Played games together.
>Or took care of the royal gardens, to the dismay of their gardener.
>Or upset the weather patrol by taking over their job.
>Well, trying to take over their job.
>Luna and Celestia were no good at controlling weather, even if they had the magic for it.

>Yet it was news that she missed the most.
>She'd heard nothing since their surrender.
>Not a word of Twilight or Cadance.
>Did they get her final letter or not?
>Had they taken over the Equestrian throne as instructed?
>Worse than that, she'd heard nothing of Luna.
>Was her sister taken to the same facility?
>Had she undergone the same experiments?
>Had they forced her to watch others get punished in her stead?
>...Was it possible that she'd changed?

***

>Celestia squeezed a droplet of oil onto a spot of rust on the part she was cleaning.
>She held the oil bottle between her hooves, with the part on the floor.
>If only she had her magic.
>She let the rust dissolve for a moment, then scooped up a piece of steel wool and rubbed the spot.
>It got smaller, but didn't disappear.
>Oil. Wait. Rub.
>Just a tiny speck remained.
>Oil. Wait. Rub.
>She lifted the part with her hooves and let light gleam off the spot.
>Like new.
>Anon would be happy.
>And making others happy, even if it was her human owner, made Celestia happy.

***

>”Hey Celestia, come take a look at what I found!”
>More parts?
>It was good for his business, and what was good for his business was probably good for her.
>But she'd have to clean them.
>It'd make her stink of oil and degreaser again.
>She set down the part in her hooves, got up, and trotted to the door.

>Anon stood next to the open rear doors of his van.
>He looked at this haul as Celestia squeezed through the back door.
“What'd you get this time? Crankshafts?”
>Human automobile parts had the weirdest names.
>”Hah! No, come have a look.”
>He nodded and pointed at whatever he had in his van.
>He hadn't done anything like that before.
>The last two times he'd just started going through the list of parts with pride in his voice.
>What was he up to?

>Celestia suddenly couldn't breathe.
>Her jaw fell open.
>Anon said something, but her brain only registered noise.
“L-”
>Her dark blue coat was speckled with yellow and gray spots.
>Her wonderful mane was all tangled and knotty.
>There was a thick ring on her horn.
“Luna!”
>But her cyan eyes were still full of life.
>She stank, and the hair on Celestia's muzzle got stuck on some of the spots on her coat as they nuzzled.
>She was as warm as always.
“Where have you been? What happened to you?”
>”I worked for an upshot brat until last night, sister. Then some drunkard had the great idea to use me as a platter. Nobody wanted to wash the mayonnaise and mustard out of my coat, so they traded me for a new pony.”
>They wrapped their forehooves around each other and squeezed into a tight hug.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
>Celestia knew her coat would get stuck on the sticky spots, but that was irrelevant.
>It was Luna, and only that mattered.
>”I have been defiled in multiple ways and I think the sauces in my coat are starting to go moldy, but I am unhurt.”

>”I figured you two would know each other. You don't really look like sisters to me, but what do I know about ponies?”
>Anon stood at the back end of his van, with a hand on the top of a door, and watched the two alicorns with a soft smile on his face.
>”I thought I got swindled when you were so cheap, but maybe I hit the jackpot instead. Who knows, maybe I can even take Saturdays off with you two working for me.”
>The pony siblings kept squeezing each other, ignorant of his words.
>”Well, take your time. Get cleaned up when you're done. Celestia knows where the bathroom is.”

***

>”How is he?”
>The sound of a filling tub echoed off the bathroom's yellowed tiling.
“Anon? He's okay, I think. Lets me do what I want as long as I do what he wants first.”
>Celestia ran a brush – which she'd found in the mess that was her room – through her sister's mane.
>”And what does he want? What will he want of me?”
>It would take a long while to get the knots out of Luna's mane and return it to its flowing magnificence.
>Especially without unicorn magic.
“I clean and carry parts for him. Although, I've caught him staring at my flank more than a few times already. He won't resist the temptation forever. But what of you? How were you treated?”
>The pegasus and earth pony portions of their magic kept their manes flowing, but finesse was impossible without telekinesis.
>”I was owned by a selfish youngster who was high on both inheritance and drugs.”
>Untangling long locks of mane was slow when Celestia had neither the skill nor the magic.
>”Fortunately, he was disgusted when he lifted my tail. Had no desire for 'horse pussy.' He defiled me in every other way he could think of. He had me take drugs – bleh!”
>Luna stuck her tongue out for a second.
>”– used me as a pillow, had me suck his tiny member, made me eat the filth he called food, and had me watch him try out new drugs. Among other things. The bath's done, by the way.”
>She reached out and pressed on the tap with a hoof, halting the stream of water.
>”Shall we?”
>It only took a minute for them to find a sponge, soap, and to get in the tub.

“Am I too rough?”
>A tide of white foam buried her hooves as she pressed the loofah onto Luna's back.
>She couldn't even remember when she last washed somepony without magic.
>”You know how I like it.”
“Oh, hush! Wait until I get you clean.”
>Celestia bapped the back of her sister's head.
>”Of course, of course. Just know that I have been in need for far too long and won't let it stand now that we're together.”
>It wasn't like Celestia had had any action since her capture.
>It wasn't like she didn't have her needs.
>It wasn't like she hadn't dreamed about stallions.

>But she had more pressing matters on her hooves.
>Like the sponge she pressed into Luna's back.
“Hold still, I'm going to scrub your back just the way you like it.”
>She put quite a bit of her weight on the sponge and moved it up and down.
>Luna's spine bent slightly under the pressure.
>Celestia felt her sister's muscles contract under her hooves to compensate.
>The foam trail left behind by the sponge turned gray as it flowed down her back.
>Every movement was slicker and met less resistance than the last as the filth was gradually driven out.

>Water sloshed around Celestia as she moved on to wash Luna's side.
>Her hooves felt a little sore from all the scrubbing.
>”I can do the rest if you need a break.”
“I'll be the one doing you and I will not have you taste like rotten mustard.”
>Luna's taste.
>That earthy taste mixed with bilberries and violets.
>It had been far too long since Celestia tasted her sister.
>It always made her head swim like she was dreaming.
>It was something she couldn't get enough of.

>The muscles on her front hooves felt like they were burning.
>She let the loofah splat on the water's surface.
“Haah. That's all of it.”
>Sloosh!
>She fell backwards until everything but her head was submerged.
>She simply lied there, reveling in how the warm water soothed her burning muscles.
>”I think you missed a spot, but let me get the oil out of your coat first.”
>Waves lapped on Celestia's neck as her sister fished the sponge from the tub.
“There's one spot that's so stained it's all slick.”
>Celestia spun around and placed her front hooves on the rim of the tub and planted her rear hooves on the bottom.
>She pushed with her rear hooves until her hindquarters rose above the surface, then lifted her tail.
“But I'm sure you are in no rush.”
>She let her flank fall all the way to the bottom.
>”You do appear quite eager, dear sister, but you are correct. I'd rather not get oil in my mouth.”
>Splat.
>Something wet, soft and foamy slapped on her back.

>”Rinse it.”
>Celestia plunged her head and neck into the tub and shook.
>Luna kneaded her mane, helping the water get everywhere.
“P-haaah!”
>She surfaced again, gasping for breath.
“Is there still something that needs washing? Or, should I take a look at this spot of yours?”
>”You wish to go first?”
>Luna arched a brow for a second before sloshing around.
>How dark and smooth her flanks were.
>The contrast between the whiteness of her moons and the blackness of her marks.
>And what hid in between.
>Celestia shivered.
>She felt herself wink as she thought of what was to come.
>Luna flicked her tail out of the way.

>It was flush.
>It pulsed.
>Trails of sticky fluid running down both her thighs originated from it.
>Celestia wanted to dive right in and feast on it.
>To taste her and drink her dreamlike nectar.
>But Luna had to be done slowly.
>She leaned in and nudged the inside of her thigh with her snout.
>The scent of soap mixed with Luna's earthy scent.
>Celestia felt a droplet dribble down her own thigh.
>She ran her muzzle up her sister's inner thigh, with her lips on her coat, until she nudged one of Luna's soft mounds.
>Luna's body twitched as Celestia massaged a teat with the top of her muzzle.
>The elder sister ran her tongue over a hard nipple.
>Bilberry.
>It tasted of bilberry.
>She pulled back again and stuck her tongue on one of the trails of sticky nectar.
>A wave of dizziness passed through her head as she licked up the trail all the way to its source.

>Almost to its source.
>She stopped just short of Luna's lips.
>She felt how they radiated heat.
>Instead of going for them, she blew at them.
>Wink.
>And was rewarded with a magnificent sight.
>It wasn't the time for that, not yet, despite how Luna's breathing had turned into light panting and how her thighs shivered ever so slightly.
>Celestia pressed her lips into Luna's coat again and ran them up the side of her blazing hot lips, just grazing the hotness.
>She repeated it on the other side and felt her pulse.
>”Hnn.”
>It was very quiet, but it definitely was a moan of pleasure.
>Perhaps it was time.

>Celestia prodded her sister's lips with her tongue.
>Luna jerked.
>”Hnnh!”
>A bit of nectar pulsed out of her.
>Celestia lapped it up.
>Another, stronger, wave of dizziness passed through her head.
>Luna's taste.
>It left her feeling like everything she saw had soft, incoherent edges.
>She felt like she was floating on something.
>She felt like she was dreaming.
>Only it was a dream come true.

>She trailed on Luna's lips with the tip of her tongue.
>”Mmh.”
>Even more juice pulsed out of her.
>Celestia did some more laps around Luna's hotness.
>The younger sister's thighs shivered and a steady stream of fluid dribbled out of her.
>Smack.
>There was so much sticky nectar on her that a wink made a wet sound.
>It was time.

>Celestia licked at where Luna's magnificent clit hid.
>”Hah!”
>The younger sister yelped in surprise.
>Squelch.
>And winked at her older sibling.
>She jerked again as Celestia's tongue found her most sensitive part.
>Celestia lapped at it steadily, reveling in the taste of the dreamfluid that filled her mouth with the impossible taste of something earthy, bilberries, and dreams.
>Lap.
>”Haah!”
>Lap.
>A convulsion traveled through Luna's body.
>Lap.
>”Hnn!”
>Lap.
>”I-”
>Lap.
>”Aaa!”
>Lap.
>A numb feeling spread into Celestia's tongue as she kept licking.
>But she got a reward for every single lap: a moan, a shiver, or a wink.

>She kept at it until, after one expertly-placed tap right on her bud, Luna's entire body shook.
>Celestia planted her lips around the flower and sucked.
>And prodded it with her tongue.
>Luna's neck arched backwards.
>Celestia's tongue gave no mercy.
>”Ha! Ha! Ha!”
>Tap. Lap. Lick. Suck.
>She convulsed.
>Spurts of warm fluid sprayed on Celestia's snout.
>She spasmed.
>Splash.
>Then she collapsed forwards.

>”Mmmh. You have not lost the slightest bit of your magic, sister.”
>Luna pushed herself up.
>”I hope I haven't lost mine, either. Let me return the favor.”
>Yes.
>Celestia shivered.
>The pressure under her tail was nigh unbearable.
>Thick rivulets of juice flowed down her thighs.
>Water sloshed around her as she spun around.
>Luna licked her lips as Celestia stuck her behind out and lifted her tail.

>Light kisses pecked at her suns.
>Luna worked her way inwards, circling Celestia's hidden fruit with a spiral of smooches.
>Mark, thigh, other thigh, other mark.
“T-ha!”
>Celestia gasped for breath when she felt a pair of lips on her dock.
>Smooch.
>Then she got licked.
>From her dock to the rim of her ponut.
>It sent a shiver down her spine.
>Squelch.
>And made her wink.
>She could scarcely hold still.
>She wanted it.
>She needed it.
>Squelch.
>She couldn't take it.

>Yet all she got was a tongue circling her slit.
>Just the very tip pressed lightly on her edge.
“Hnn...”
>Squelch.
>Even that was enough to blank out a part of her brain.
>But it wasn't enough to send her over.
>Squelch.
>More.
>She had to have more.
>Squelch.
>Luna prodded her.
>And licked her lips.
>Squelch.
>It sent jolts of blankness and euphoria straight into her brain.
>But it wasn't enough.
>Squelch.
>Her thighs shook.
“Nnnn! Hnnn! Aaa!”
>Squelch.

>Luna pounced.
>Her wonderful, warm, soft, squirming, and oh so stimulating tongue planted itself on Celestia's sensitiveness.
“G-haaa!”
>Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
>Luna's tongue.
>It covered Celestia without missing the tiniest spot.
>Wave after wave of pure pleasure flooded her.
>She could think of nothing but how good, how fulfilling it felt.
“Ah! Hah! Hah!”
>She shook.
>She pulsed.
>She spurted.
>She had no idea how long it went on for.
>How long she basked in the bliss from her nethers that drowned out everything else.
>All she knew was that at one point she was pushed over.
>Her mind blanked out.

“Haaa... I really needed that.”
>Celestia slid a forehoof across her sister's back.
>They lied on top of one another, chest to chest.
>Luna did a slight back and forth motion with her head to rub their cheeks together.
>”I believe we both did.”
>Soothing, numbing, absolute and total satisfaction radiated from beneath Celestia's tail.
>If only she could stay like that forever, together with her sister, like they were meant to be.
>But neither of them were in charge of their destinies.
“I think we should change the water.”
>”Do you think he did not hear us?”
“He definitely did.”