Title:           Princess Posterior [AiE][Complete]
Author:          NicoDeimos
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First Edit:      Thursday 15th of May 2014 02:53:41 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Thursday 4th of December 2014 10:31:59 AM CDT

>Anon walks groggily through the halls of the royal palace.
>It was close to midnight when that asshole guard woke him up.
>He said Princess Luna had urgent business only Anon could handle.
>The guard hadn't specified what the issue was, though he probably didn't know the details.
>Anon merely shook his head irritably as he headed for Luna's chambers.
>Whatever might stop her from invading his dreams, he'd help out.
>It wasn't his choice what his lucid subconscious decided he'd dream of.
>That Luna would even take such an interest in him dreaming of her succulent-
>His thoughts were interrupted as he reached the elaborately carved door to the Princess of the Night's bedchambers.
>He swallowed hard, preparing for what ever may come.
>Anxious anticipation replaced the remainder of his tiredness as he knocked at the door.
>"Enter." Commanded a regal voice.
>Anon slowly opened the door and found Luna seated on a rug near a warming fireplace, the flames inside dancing to a crackling cacophony.
>Dim light flickered about, giving the room a drowsy feel.
>"Anonymous. I am pleased at your haste." She gave a grateful smile.
>Anon bowed his head in respect.
Your Majesty. What could I help with at this hour?
>He felt more at ease in the welcoming environment, but still wondered what was so important for himself to be woken.
 
>Luna bit her lip nervously
>"Well, it's ah... A bit embarrassing, but..." She tried to explain.
Highness, I am here at your beck and call. Whatever it is I promise to do my best.
>Anon gave her a comforting grin.
>His own nervousness fading at seeing a flush cross Luna's cheeks.
>"My thanks for your dedication. I suppose I can truly trust you with this... 'Assignment'." She pawed the floor with a hoof.
>"After the situation with Tirek," she began "when myself and the other princesses had our power returned, it seems the absence of my Cutie Mark took a deeper toll..." She trailed off as she looked upon said mark.
>"At it's return, it left a... Soreness, most uncomfortably." She returned her gaze to Anon resolutely.
>"It is my hope that you could alleviate this"
>Surprised at the request, Anon couldn't quite believe what he was hearing.
Princess, what are you asking?
>"I would like you to use your dextrous hands in massage." She stated bluntly.
>In hindsight, this wasn't entirely unexpected.
>Definitely a memory he'd keep in mind, for posterity.
 
>Anon held up his hands in feint offense.
Princess, I couldn't! To touch you so inappropriately?
>Truth be told this was a fucking dream come true, and she knew it.
>Of course she knew it.
>And she wasn't going to put up with Anon's bullshit of formality.
>She gave him the slightest glare and stood with authority.
>"Your Princess orders you to massage her Royal Posterior." She spoke calm, yet firmly.
>She turned about and raised her rump toward Anon.
>The inky black surrounding her Cutie Mark oddly enticing, begging to be rubbed.
>Shrugging, Anon moved toward her.
Ey, I tried.
>It was gonna be a long night, indeed.