Tiny Celestia and Luna

Chapter 1

 

“Another day, another eighty cents,” Anon muttered to himself as he trudged down the hallway leading to his apartment.  Earning his daily bread was generally tolerable, but today has been especially tiring.

Anon fished around for the keys in his pocket, and as he did so there came a clunking noise through the door.

”Swear to god, if there are rats,” Anon said.  “As if living in this dive isn’t bad enough.”

Finding the right key, Anon opened the door and darted around the corner into the kitchenette.  It took him a moment to process just what he was seeing.

Overturned on the countertop lay a box of Cheerios, its contents spilled around the ankles of a small white humanoid about eight inches tall.  The little creature had wings, and a horn sprouted from the middle of its forehead.  It (well, she, Anon supposed, since the creature certainly appeared female) was clad in a white sundress that reached just past the knee.  She also sported a tail and an impressive hairdo - three colours that seemed to billow gracefully despite the lack of a breeze.

She was apparently just as surprised to see Anon as he was her, and was frozen in place.

“Sister!” came a high-pitched call.  Anon looked up slightly.

Above the white . . . thing was a similar creature, though she was coloured darkly, black with deep blue accents.  Her hair almost looked like plastic wrap, though upon closer inspection it twinkled with what seemed like starlight.

Anon hadn’t noticed her before, since she was half in the darkness of the cupboard, reaching down to the other creature, which was apparently her sister.

This was a lot for Anon to take in.  Being an average person, he had a rather small frame of reference for pixies and other small beings.

Well, at least they could talk.  Maybe he could communicate-

The door clicked shut behind him.

The white one blinked, then seemed to remember where she was.  She turned gracefully and leapt up to her companion’s outstretched hand.

Anon acted on reflex, rushing forward and grabbing at the two creatures.  They fled into the recesses of the cupboard, but they couldn’t escape.  In a moment he had one in each hand, white one in his right and blue-black in his left.  They squirmed, trying to uncurl his fingers.

“Now, hang on a second-” Anon started.

“Luna, cover your eyes!”  Cried the white one, lifting a hand towards Anon’s face.

“What are OW!”  Anon shouted, momentarily blind from the burst of light the white one hand hurled at him.  Anon lurched back a step, distantly paying attention to his captives’ banter through the haze of ocular pain.

“Tia, quickly!  We must away!”

“Well, that didn’t do anything.  Guess we’re stuck.”

“Sister, what are you doing?  Let us abscond!”

“Luna, he’s clearly fine.”

“We must still try!” There came a grunt of effort from Anon’s left hand and he felt a slight pressure on his thumb.  Then, a short pause.

“Oh, poo.”

 

 

Chapter 2

 

“So let me see if I understand this correctly,” Anon said.  The little creatures - no, he corrected himself, Celestia and Luna, who were apparently princesses - looked up at him patiently.  Well, Celestia did, anyway.  Luna pouted.  “You two are princesses from a land which is full of both magic and other beings like you.”

“Yes,” Celestia said.

“You were in bed one night a couple days ago-”

“Reading!” Luna interjected.

Anon paused.  “Yeah, reading.  You told me.”

“And nothing else!”  Anon wasn’t exactly a master of reading people, much less magical pixie pony things, but he was pretty sure she was blushing through her fur.  Skin.  Whatever.  Celestia had been rolling her eyes throughout their exchange.

“Right, yes.  Nothing else.”  He cleared his throat.  “Anyway, you were,” he paused, “reading and doing nothing else in bed one night when there was a big flash.”

“Yes,” Celestia said.

“And then then next thing you know, you had woken up in one of my cupboards, and you’ve been hiding there for the last two days or so.”

“Well, we didn’t know it was a cupboard when we were on the inside, but yes, that’s the gist of it.”

“And you have no idea how you got here.”

“None.  I’ve studied magic for millennia and I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“Hmm.”  Anon leaned back, chin resting in his hand.  “Well, that’s that, then.”

Celestia and Luna looked at each other.  “. . .What’s what, then?” Celestia asked.

“I’ve gone mad.  Only logical explanation.”

Luna stiffened, but Celestia seemed to get that he was joking.  Well, Anon thought he was joking.  Who knew anything when it came to insanity, really?  If he was insane, of course he wouldn’t THINK he was insane.

Or would he?  Maybe that was just what he’d WANT himself to think.  Or WAS IT?  MAYBE-

“Anon,” Celestia interrupted.

“Hmm?”

“I take it you aren’t going to ask us any more questions, then?”

“Oh, um.  Probably not.  I think we’ve about pooled our knowledge.”

“May I ask you a question, then?”  Celestia shifted her weight a bit.

“Sure.”

“Could you please untie us?”

Anon had bound the two of them using the string his cat played with following the “really only temporary blindness” incident.  They now sat before him on the small kitchen table, each tied to a metal fork stuck into a small piece of cork board.

“Oh, right,” Anon said.  “Well, I’d like to, but how do I know you won’t just blind me again and disappear?”

“We won’t,” said Celestia.

“Sister!” Luna protested.  “We cannot promise anything to this brute!  He has strapped us to eating utensils!  Who knows what foul purposes he-”

“Luna,” Celestia interrupted her sister, “if he wanted to use us for any ‘foul purposes,’ he’s had ample time to do so.  I’d say that Anon here has been pretty easygoing, all things considered.”  She looked back at Anon.  “We won’t try anything.  You have my word.”

Anon considered the two of them.  They certainly seemed to be telling the truth, though it was bizarre enough that it didn’t count for much.  Still, they had been pleasant enough to talk to and seemed like nice enough people.  Ponies.  God, that was going to be irritating terminology.

“Sure,” he said.  With a few movements, he had untied them.  “You didn’t have to worry, though,” he said when they were standing.

They looked at him.  “Worry about what?” Celestia asked.

He shrugged.  “Well, y’know, like you were . . . y’know . . .”

Anon looked down at the two of them.  Looks of utter confusion stared back.

“I mean . . . I’m a vegetarian, is all.”

Luna cocked her head to one side.  “What does this word of yours, vejee-tarry-un, mean?”

“I don’t . . . I only eat vegetables.  And fruits and grains, and stuff.”

Luna kept looking at him.  “What else would one eat?” she asked.

Yep.  Definitely ponies.  “Ah, never mind,” said Anon.  He looked at the clock and realized how late it was.  “Jeez, I should be getting to bed.”  He glanced back at them.  “Though, hmm.  I don’t have anywhere for you two to sleep.”

“Oh, that’s alright!” chirped Luna.  “We don’t sleep!”

“Sorry what.”

“What my sister means,” Celestia said, “is that we don’t need to sleep.  It would be nice to rest after spending two days in a wooden box, though.”

Anon pondered for a moment.  “One second.”

He stood up and walked across the room, crouched, and fished around underneath an end table for a moment.  He returned to them with a soft circular object they didn’t recognize.  “Here.”

“What is that?” they asked in unison.

“It’s, well . . . it’s a little bed for my cat, actually, but he hasn’t taken much of a shine to it.  It’s free of cat hair, if you were wondering.”  He set the cat bed down on the nearby countertop.  The two princesses jumped the small gap between the table and the counter and looked it over for a moment before hesitantly glancing at one another.  Celestia took a tentative step into the fleece lining of the bed, then turned back to her sister.

“It’s actually really soft,” she said.

That was all the encouragement Luna needed.  She looked back at the cat bed, then jumped headlong into it, landing flat on her belly.  “Ooh, it IS soft!” she exclaimed, flipping over and making a fleece angel.

“Well, I guess that’s that, then,” said Anon.  “Give a call if you need anything.”

“We will!” Celestia said from beside her sister, who was having entirely too much fun for someone who had been displaced between realities less than 72 hours before.  With that, Anon stepped into the apartment’s small bedroom, changed into a pair of boxers and a T-shirt, and fell unconscious as soon as his head touched the pillow.

 

Chapter 3

 

Anon woke to the imperious buzzing of his alarm clock.  He made the kind of nrgh sound that only someone woken from the depths of sleep can make and batted at the alarm clock.  On his fourth try, he hit the correct button and the alarm turned off with a final buzzed protest.  Sighing happily, he rolled over on the small mattress.

“Meow,” his cat, Jerry, meowed.

“Goddammit, Jerry,” Anon muttered conspiratorially into his pillow.  “Your food is the same place it always was.”

“Meow,” Jerry meowed.  Jerry was a Persian and thus had perfected the art of annoying his owner for attention.

Anon swore sluggishly into his pillow before stretching his arms above his head and turning away from the wall his bed lay against.  He glanced at the clock - 8:30, way too early to be up on a Saturday - before turning his attention to Jerry.  Jerry was lying on the floor hogtied with gold chains.

That’s odd, thought Anon.

“Meow,” meowed Jerry.  His brown fur looked as though someone had pet him the wrong way.

Anon reached out and took hold of the chains, only for them to dissolve between his fingers.  The chains turned to dust and drifted away on some breeze he couldn’t feel.  Jerry meowed appreciatively before hopping onto Anon’s bed and nuzzling Anon’s hand.

“Something weird’s going on here,” Anon said.  Groaning, he lumbered to his feet before dressing himself in a pair of loose jeans and a clean T-shirt.  Jerry remained where he was on the bed and started grooming himself.  After a final stretch, Anon wandered out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.  On his way, he passed the circular cat bed on the countertop and the two Technicolour figures lying in it.

Ah, thought Anon.  It wasn’t a dream, then.

He turned this thought over in his mind whilst brushing his teeth, and almost made it the whole way through before he realized that two interdimensional travellers were asleep on his kitchen counter.

Anon burst through the bathroom door and into the kitchenette.  Sure enough, there were two small figures lying asleep in Jerry’s bed.  During their sleep they had moved and Luna was now hugging the side of her sister with all four limbs, head resting on Celestia’s-

Their clothing had shifted during their sleep, Anon realized with a start.  He’d had his doubts about what particular gender and species the two of them actually were, what with the horns and the wings and the heads that weren’t quite human or equine and the magical manes and tails, but if Celestia was anything to go by, they were female.

Very female.  One hundred per cent.

As Anon stood over them, the blue and black one - Luna, Anon corrected himself - stirred and disentangled herself from her sister.  She sat up stretching, completely oblivious to how much (or, rather, how little) clothing her upper body had.  If she had she been Anon’s size, she would have yawned mightily.  As it stood, she just sort of squeaked.  Then she noticed Anon and looked up.

“Oh, good morning Anon!  Thank you for this bed, as We have not slept that well in half a year!” Luna beamed.

“We haven’t slept in half a year, period,” said Celestia, playfully pulling her sister back down.

“Ah!  Tia, don’t!” Luna giggled before stopping her struggles and trying to get her sister in an arm lock.

Anon’s face had been getting progressively redder and he forced himself to turn away and move down the counter.  If Celestia and Luna were any sort of barometer, sisters behaved weirdly in Equestria.  Anon tried frantically to stop thinking about the two princesses, but their giggles and grunts made it extraordinarily difficult to focus.

“Anon?” came Celestia’s voice.  Anon turned hesitantly around, to see Celestia standing slightly outside the confines of the bed.  She was wearing a rich gold tank top with spaghetti strings and a pair of pale yellow short shorts.  Anon could see some sort of tattoo or design on her thigh disappear beneath them.  Luna, peeking over the bed’s rim, was wearing something similar.  “Anon?” Celestia asked again.

Anon focused on her face.  “Oh, yeff?” he asked, mouth full of toothpaste foam.  He frowned, looking into the sink for something to rinse with.

Celestia cleared her throat.  “Luna was a bit . . . sleepy, but we are honestly grateful for your hospitality.  This must be an odd experience for you.”

“Ah, iff nuffing, reery,” Anon said.  He spied a glass half full of water in the sink and reached for it.

“Well, I just wanted to make sure, since we took the liberty of using one of your wash basins last night.”

Anon looked questioningly at her.  “Waff bafins?  Whiff?”  He lifted the glass and took a swig.

“That one.”

 

After Anon had brushed his teeth again, and flossed, and rinsed thoroughly with a glass he cleaned himself, he set about the task of preparing some food.  He ended up making a breakfast of toast and fruit.  Best to keep it simple for now, he figured.  Luna had wanted to have Cheerios, but the lustre went out of her eyes after Anon explained that they weren’t actually tiny doughnuts.

“You live in a cruel world, Anon,” she remarked between taking bites out of a piece of toast almost as large as her.

“It’s not that bad once you get to know it,” Anon replied.  He turned to Celestia, who was enjoying a grape.  “So you can actually do magic?”

“Certainly,” she said.  That’s how we changed our clothes into pajamas and vice versa.  One of the benefits of wielding divine power.”

“That’s incredible,” Anon said, taking a bite of an apple.  “What else can you do?”

“Most anything, really.  Telekinesis, bursts of energy, you name it.”

“Can you change your size?” Anon asked.

Celestia paused, then looked at Luna.  “It’s odd,” she said.  “We ought to be able to, and I have numerous times in the past, but something about growth and shrink spells just doesn’t seem to work in your world.”

“Indeed,” Luna continued.  “Our telekinesis also seems to have minimal effect.”

Anon considered this.  Then: “So, could you, hypothetically speaking, make a gold chain out of pure energy and use it to hogtie my cat Jerry in my room?”  He looked down at the sisters.  They fidgeted nervously.

“Heh.  Yes,” Celestia said.  “About that.  See, we did a little exploring of the apartment yesterday evening.  While we were on the floor, your cat - Jerry, was it? - took an interest in us.”

“I wanted to slay the dread beast!” said Luna, mouth full of toast, “but Tia convinced me otherwise.  Mmm, what IS concoction you used on the bread?”

“Peanut butter,” said Anon.

“Fascinating,” Luna muttered, taking another bite.  “And delicious.”

“Well,” Anon continued, “I guess Jerry wasn’t really hurt, so no harm done.  Though you two would probably be less prone to cat attack with some more permanent lodging, huh?”

“That would probably help,” said Celestia.  “The cat bed is great, but there’s something about having a properly proportioned roof over your head.”

“Well,” said Anon before finishing up his apple and polishing it off with a glass of milk.  “I guess we’re going shopping.”

 

Chapter 4

 

“So this is how we usually get around,” Anon said.

“A horseless carriage,” Luna thought out loud.  “How intriguing.”

Anon paused to consider the implications of that statement, then thought better of it.  He closed the distance to his car  and lowered himself inside, then checked his coat pockets.  “You two okay in there?”

“Yes,” replied Luna.

“A bit cramped, but I’m fine,” said Celestia.  Anon’s coat had two roomy pockets on the front and the two princesses were each hiding in one.  They had been initially skeptical, but Anon explained that, his world being bereft of small winged humanoids, getting caught wouldn’t end well for any of them.

“Alright, good,” Anon said.  “So the way I figure it, we’ll head to the local toy store, pick up a Lego set or something, and then head back here.  Any objections?”

The princesses, heads and shoulders just poking out of Anon’s pockets, looked at each other, shrugged, and shook their heads.  Anon slid his key into the car ignition and turned.

A few mechanical whines later, he tried it again.

And again.

“Anon,” Celestia asked as Anon tried fruitlessly to start the car, “Is it supposed to do that?”

“Hmm?” Anon said.  “Oh, um . . . yeah.  Well, no, it’s,” he paused.  “It’s supposed to catch on the first turn, but it’s not a big deal.  I’ll just, um,” he trailed off.

“Do you two smell that?” Luna said.  Anon and Celestia looked at her, then sniffed the air.

“Smell what?” Celestia asked.

“Oh, son of a bitch,” said Anon.  The princesses looked up at him.  Rather than explain, Anon got out of the car and walked around to its hood.  The thin curl of smoke rising out of the engine thickened when he popped the hood.  Anon was hardly a car expert, but even he knew that smoke was a bad sign.  The rubber band-looking things flapping around probably shouldn’t have been doing that either.

He shut the hood, then looked down at his pockets.  “Looks like we’re taking the scenic route, girls.”

“Ooh!” cried Luna, “I will greatly enjoy seeing more of your world!”

 

“You certainly seem to like concrete,” Celestia remarked.

“Metro tunnels aren’t exactly made to be pretty,” Anon said quietly.  He was slumped sourly in the back of a metro car.  By some miracle, it was mostly empty.  The only other occupants were a young coffee-skinned man and a grey-haired woman who looked to be about 700 years old.  The woman was a few seats in front of him, reading, but the man was almost at the front.

Celestia looked up at Anon, who was staring out the car window at the concrete an arm’s length away from him.  “Anon, is there something the matter?” she asked, making sure to keep her voice down.

Anon shifted before answering, jostling the two princesses around.  “It’s nothing.  Just angry about my car.”

Luna piped up.  “Has your ‘car’ wronged you?  Because We excel at the cooking of revenge!”

“Isn’t revenge best served cold?”

“Precisely!”

“Luna, please keep your voice down,” Celestia whispered harshly.  

Celestia was closest to the aisle and had seen the old woman sitting ahead of them turning around with a puzzled look on her face.  Anon simply stared at her.  There was an awkward pause, then the woman turned around and went back to her book.

Anon slunk lower in his seat.  Sheltered from curious eyes, the princesses allowed themselves to sit on his lap.  “‘Wronged’ me, huh?” he said quietly.  “Not completely inaccurate, I guess.  It’s just a machine, so it didn’t really think about wanting to screw up my day, but it definitely did.”

The princesses’ faces fell.  “We aren’t inconveniencing you, are we?” Celestia asked.

“Oh, no, hardly.  I didn’t exactly have much planned today.  It’ll probably just cost an arm and a leg to have it repaired.”  Luna put a hand over her mouth, shocked.  “It’s just a figure of speech, Luna.”

“O-of course,” she replied, lowering her hand.  “I knew that.”

“Yeah.  Just a pain, is all.  Something bothering you, Celly?”  Celestia seemed lost in thought and didn’t respond.  He didn’t have time to press the matter.  “Ah, this is our stop.”

 

Once the trio had left the metro station, the mall had been only a few minutes away on foot.  Anon had entered the local toy store and was making his way through the aisles towards the Lego section.

Celestia peeked around Anon’s head, where she and her sister had been relocated to provide feedback on their prospective houses.  “So what exactly are we going to get?”

“They’re like little houses,” said Anon.  “Well, not really little in your case, but y’know.”

“Like dollhouses?”

“Yeah.  Like dollhouses.”  They walked the rest of the way without chatting.  Celestia and Luna stole glances out of Anon’s hood, taking in as much as they could without exposing themselves.  Anon, for his part, did his very best to hide the oddly pleasant sensations that two tiny women clasping the back of his neck created.

Anon could see the displays of Lego behind a final row of shelves.  Taking a shortcut, he turned into the next aisle.

>I regret this decision.

The sheer volume of pink that greeted him almost sent him reeling.  The intensity of the colours didn’t help either: no matter what shade of pink the toys were, they could all count as ocular hate crimes.

The entire aisle was top to bottom pink.  Everything.  Every toy, every box, every plushie.  It was all pink, and it was all stamped with names so syrupy and saccharine they almost made Anon gag.  He strode forward, trying to power through it.

“Ooh, We like this place!” came a voice inside his hood.

Anon froze.

“I’ll admit, it has a certain charm,” Celestia said.  “This looks like a fine place to find a dollhouse.”

>Shit.

“. . . A-are you sure?” Anon asked, voice wilting.  “Because the Lego stuff is-”

“Modular?  Yes, you told us,” Celestia continued, “but in all honesty I don’t really count that as an upside.  Manual labour is so passé, you know?”

Luna chimed in.  “Ah, look at that one!  It’s enormous!”  She lurched forward, grabbing onto Anon’s ear and almost pitching herself out of his hood.

>So this is what losing control of your life feels like.

Drearily, Anon let himself be steered towards a large box advertising itself as “The Perfect Peachy Playset For Any Pretty Princess.”  He mentally raged against the heavens.

“See, this doesn’t look too bad,” Celestia remarked, appraising the pink and purple castle as best she could.  “It has two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and an attic.”

“There shall be plentiful room for activities!” Luna chirped.

“That too.  What do you think Anon?”

“Celestia this is the size of my torso.”

“Well of course it is.  If it were smaller, it wouldn’t be large enough.  Is that all?”

“Is that all?” Anon asked, vaguely offended.  “IS THAT ALL?  It’s loud!  It’s pink!  It’s . . . on sale for half off?  Well I guess that isn’t so bad-”

Anon was then slapped in the back hard enough to make him trip forward.  He looked indignantly to his left, then froze.

>No.  No, not him.  Not here.  No no no no no no no no no no.

“Anon, how are ya?” asked Anon’s boss loudly.  His name was Lance, and he looked and spoke exactly like the kind of person who would have been named Lance.

“Oh . . . Lance . . .” Anon said, reaching madly for a response.  He felt Luna and Celestia disappear from his hood into the polyester depths of his shirt and his brain threw higher functions to the curb.  Then it stomped on them a few times.  If the two princesses had been distracting before, they were impossible to ignore crawling around inside his shirt.  Anon hoped he was wearing enough layers of clothing.  “How, um.  How.  Hi.  How.”

“Hello yourself, Anon.  You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”  He guffawed.  “I’m just joking of course, as ghosts are fictional creatures.”  He leaned closer, putting an arm on Anon’s shoulder.  “I’m just picking up a gift for the kids.  APPARENTLY one of them has a birthday today.”

Anon just looked at him.  The sisters had gotten into some kind of kerfuffle around his waistline and it was all he could do to keep a straight face.

“Anyway, I’m in the market for a good toy for an 11-year-old girl.  Though, oh, I suppose she’s 12 now.”  He sighed frustratedly, looking to Anon for sympathy.  “Children, am I correct?”

Anon nodded, a hair’s breadth away from losing it.  “Yeah, kids.  Confusing.”

Lance nodded sagely, then turned to consider the array of pink in front of him.  “Well, this one certainly jumps out at me in only the way a child’s toy could.”  He pointed to the castle that Anon and his baggage had been discussing.

>Are you serious right now.

“Uh, yeah, um.”  Anon had almost worked through the array of sensations when the princesses stopped their movement.  He was about to speak when they plunged into his trousers.  Bravely managing to contain a screech, Anon realized that they were fortunately outside his underwear.

“I was thinking the same thing.  The perfect choice in a land of tempting choices.”  Lance reached for the toy castle.

“No, sorry,” Anon found himself saying.  Lance looked at him as though he’d forgotten Anon could talk.  “What I mean, though, is that you can’t have it.  It’s the only one and I’m getting it.”

Lance continued to look at him.  Anon tried to elaborate, but the sisters had yet to stop moving and his crotch was noticing them in a big way.

>You cannot be fucking serious.

“How bizarre and/or baffling.  I hadn’t had you pegged as a homosexual,” said Lance.  He paused.  “Hah, pegged.  Like sodomy.”

“Sorry what.”  Anon’s speech was on autopilot.  He tried frantically to think about something other than the two immaculate specimens of the female form moving around in his pants.

“It is truthful.  My gaydar is normally as precise as a Distant Early Warning System, but you thwarted it.  Congratulations, comrade.”  Lance patted him on the shoulder, then hoisted the toy castle and thrust it into Anon’s fumbling arms.  Anon heroically managed not to completely drop it.  “I suppose my lovely daughter will just have to make do with men’s toys.”  Lance wandered off.  “Now where is that sports aisle . . .”

Anon stood where he was for a solid minute before dropping the castle and fishing the two princesses out of his pants.  Ignoring their protests, he shoved them into his pockets before bringing the castle to the register and paying for it.

 

Chapter 5

 

Metro bathrooms do not have a history of being forums of great and intellectual discussion.  The metro bathrooms in this particular stall seemed to be proud adherents to this tradition: dirty tile floors underneath dirty sinks across from dirty bathroom stalls.  Two bare incandescent bulbs lit the room poorly.  If Anon had had more options open, he would have gladly waited until returning home or finding a more suitable, private place to talk about what had transpired in that pink aisle.

He didn’t though, so he found himself sitting on a public toilet with the princesses hovering in the air before him.  The two had magicked their clothes into T-shirts and loose jeans.

“How could you POSSIBLY think it was a good hiding place?” he demanded.

“My sister,” Celestia looked sideways at Luna.  Luna looked away.  “Thought it would be a good idea to hide as low as we could go.”

“So, what, you were trying to get to my ankles or something?”

“Essentially.  Luna, would you care to explain what happened when we had passed Anon’s belt?”

Luna looked pleadingly at her sister.  “Tia, you cannot . . . it was not . . .”

“You should have thought of that before you had your bright idea.”  Celestia crossed her arms.

There was silence filled only by the flutter of tiny wings.  At length, Luna managed to look Anon in the eye.  “Well . . . you are aware that my sister and I govern the sun and the moon respectively?”

“Yeah,” said Anon.

“That is true, but there is another aspect of Our power that We have not disclosed to you.  We were not meaning to deceive you,” she added at Anon’s puzzlement, “but the two of Us simply never found a good time to tell you, and it never truly came up in conversation.”

“Until now.”

“Until now, yes.”  She paused, looking to her sister but finding little sympathy.  “In addition to our power, we also embody the day and the night.  What this means is that my sister is open, warm, friendly - all the things one would expect from a summer’s day.”

“But you’re not the same.”

“Yes,” said Luna.

Anon looked at Celestia.  She nodded.  “To make a long story short,” Celestia said, “one of the aspects of night is lust.”

Luna’s face looked as though it had caught fire.  “Sister!”

“It’s the truth.  I’m just saving us time so that we’re not here for an hour of hmms and haws and archaic speech.”

Luna’s response was interrupted by a knock on the door of the stall, then a voice.  “Dude, are you gonna be crazy in there all day, ‘cause I only gotta be crazy in there for five minutes.”

“Piss off,” Anon said.

“Alright, man.  Good trippin’.”

There was an awkward silence.  “What was that?” asked Luna.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Anon.  “So, you’re, like, tied to lust at a basic level or something?”

Luna was a bit thrown by the sudden shift in conversational gears, but managed to compose herself.  “There is much complex metaphysics behind the concept, but yes, that is accurate.  When We hatched the plan to descend, We had not counted on what it would mean to be exposed to . . .” she trailed off.

“You,” supplied Celestia.

“Me?” asked Anon.  “I don’t understand.”

Celestia gestured towards his crotch.  “You know, YOU.”

Anon thought for a second before it dawned on him.  “Oh.”

Luna spoke up.  “When my sister and I passed . . . your unmentionables, I was caught off-guard.  I . . .”  She paused.  “I lost control of myself, and Celestia had to restrain me.”

When Anon heard this, two thoughts sprung to mind.  Something else a fair sight lower sprung to as well.

>Two tiny magical deity women were fighting because of my dick next to my dick.

>I am a GOD.

“Well, Luna,” he managed to say despite the heady rush of power flowing through his arteries as water through a sub-Saharan floodplain, “that’s certainly something.”

“We are ashamed at our outburst,” said Luna.  She looked up at him.  “Canst thou forgive Us Our transgressions?”

She was pitiful, really.  Luna (and Celestia, though Anon figured she was adjusting better) had apparently enjoyed a position of divine authority in her homeland, and here she was flung through dimensions and surrounded by giant primates and without any of the world-altering magic power to which she was accustomed.

If there was anything worthy of sympathy, it was that.

“Of course I can forgive you, Luna,” Anon said.  “We all have our moments.”  Luna sighed with relief and Celestia managed to crack a smile.  “Now let’s go home and get you two your new house.”

 

The threesome returned to Anon’s only slightly less than magnificent apartment.  He promptly unpacked and assembled the dollhouse with only minimal assistance from instructional videos on the company’s website.  Luna and Celestia had to stoop a bit to walk through the doorways, but it was otherwise a fully functional structure.  There was also a latch on one side and a hinge on the other which allowed the castle to be opened up.  The sisters elected to keep it open during what was left of the afternoon and planned to close it up for the night.

“More cat-proof that way,” reasoned Celestia.  Anon and Luna agreed.  This left them with several hours to spare before Anon would go to bed.  Celestia called her sister into their new castle.

They found a relatively sheltered room while Anon was in the kitchenette making something resembling dinner.

“What did you want to talk about, Sister?” Luna asked.

“Luna, I don’t like being this frank, but I had an idea I wanted to run by you.  About Anon.”  Celestia’s voice was perfectly even, but couldn’t hide a string of worry beneath it.

“This is about the Trouser Incident, isn’t it?”

“In a way, yes,” said Celestia.  “Now don’t be angry; I fully believe that you won’t do that in the future - I’ve known you long enough to tell when you mean to keep a promise.  The only thing that concerns me is how the whole affair affected Anon.”

Luna was quiet.  Celestia waited patiently for her to say something.  At length: “I have received some odd wavelengths from him since then, though I cannot know for certain unless I were to peer into his dreams.”

“That’s what my idea is.”

“Sister!”  Luna was shocked.  “Art thou honest in thine proposal?  Thou were there during the Trouser Incident!  Thou have seen what intimacy can cause!”

“Look, if you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to.  I’m sure that we can move past it, but there’s a part of me that needs to know if Anon is dwelling on this.”

Luna regarded her sister, thinking.  Then a notion struck her.  “Sister, art thou . . . curious?  About what Anon likes?”

“Of course not!”  Celestia denied instantly.  “I was . . . It was just . . .” she stopped, drew herself together.  “Look, you’re clearly not interested, so we just won’t do it and that’s that.”  She turned to walk out of the room.  A hand grabbed her just before she passed the doorway.

“We shall indulge thou, Sister,” said Luna, and Celestia could hear the grin on her lips.

 

Chapter 6

 

After an evening of pleasant conversation, Anon and his diminutive guests said their goodnights and turned in.  Night fell slowly, and try as Luna might, she could not hasten it.  At midnight she could wait no longer and slowly crept out of bed and over to Celestia.  She reached out and poked her sister.

“I’m awake, Luna.  Let’s go,” said Celestia.

The castle had been closed into a single structure, so the two left by the front door.  They ascended and took whispered flight on their wings.  Anon had left the door to his room open a crack and they slipped through it before pausing and taking in their surroundings.  The room was cramped, but Anon had managed to squeeze in a mattress against the back wall.  He slept there now, Jerry laid out on the floor dead asleep.

Celestia moved forward, but Luna caught her shoulder.  “Art thou sure of this, Sister?” she whispered.  Celestia looked at Anon, then back at Luna.  She nodded and they glided to Anon’s bed.

Lowering themselves onto the mattress, the princesses took stock of the situation.  Anon lay heavily on his bed, chest rising and falling with each deep breath.  He shifted slightly, but was mostly still.  Celestia looked at her sister.

“Alright, Luna,” she said quietly, “do your thing.”  Luna positioned herself between the dome of Anon’s forehead and her sister, then sat down.  Celestia followed suit, taking her sister’s offered hand and sitting next to her.  Luna closed her eyes and concentrated, then reached out to Anon.

Her hand made contact and the world became blurry.  Celestia had rarely accompanied her sister into the Dreaming and was never completely at ease with the process.  This time was a little easier, if only because she was personally invested.

The world around the two continued to blur, ultimately fading entirely.  All around them was grey.

Then, suddenly, they were back in Anon’s apartment.  Celestia looked around, blinking.  Luna did the same - they were still on Anon’s bed.  It was still midnight.  Nothing had changed.

Luna looked at her sister and shrugged.  “As I feared,” she whispered.  “His kind’s resistance to magic extends to my dreamweaving.  I am sorry, Tia.”

Celestia was crestfallen for a moment, but smiled sadly at her sister.  “That’s alright.  I was being childish anyway.  Let’s go back to bed.”  She stood up and walked over to the door, Luna behind her.

It had just hit Celestia that she had walked and not flown to the door when she opened it.  A sunny beach stretched away endlessly in front of them, punctuated by palm trees.

Celestia looked at her sister, who was dumbstruck.  “Resistant, eh?”

Luna looked back, speechless.  “That . . . this . . . I’ve never seen anything like this.”  She turned a bit to their collective right, gasped and raised a hand to her reddening face.  “Or like that.”

Celestia followed her sister’s eyes and barely contained a squawk.  A short distance away, she and her sister were playing beach volleyball.  Celestia was familiar with the sport, so that didn’t especially surprise her.

What did surprise her was that they were both completely naked.

That is, the two of them playing volleyball and jumping and bouncing and jiggling were.  “Oh my goodness,” Celestia said to herself.  “I certainly wasn’t expecting that.”  She looked down at herself and Luna.  They were each wearing shameless bikinis that felt somehow more exposed than actually not wearing clothing.  A quick glance behind her and she realized that the door to Anon’s room had disappeared.

Before she could consider all this, a nearby voice interrupted her.  “Luna, Celestia, so glad you could make it!  The more the merrier, I always say!”

The real sisters looked to their side.  There was a deck chair set up on the beach in a prime spectating position to see the volleyball game.  On it laid Anon, wearing sunglasses, shorts, a straw hat, and the most hideous tropical T-shirt either sister had ever seen.

He beckoned them over.  “Come on over, grab a daiquiri and a seat!”  As the sisters watched, two more deck chairs poofed into being next to him, followed by two small tables each holding a strongly coloured drink with a swizzle straw and a small umbrella sticking out of it.

“Um.”  Celestia said.

“Please, I insist,” said Anon.  Before Celestia knew it, she and Luna each lay on a chair flanking Anon, drinks in hands.  “Beautiful view, ain’t it?” he asked.  The chairs were pointed directly at the volleyball court and it was impossible to miss all the bouncing and jiggling and girlish tittering going on.  There was even a little bit of volleyball being played.

“So,” said Anon, leaning back and taking a swig from his drink.  It didn’t seem any less full when he was done.  “How are my two favourite ladies doing?  Celestia, is the chair comfortable?  Oh, wait,” he slapped his forehead comically, “how silly of me to ask.  I forget you always have the best seat in the house, even if you’re standing.”

“Um.”  Celestia said again.

Luna fared a bit better.  “Anon,” she managed to ask, “is this really what your dreams look like?”

Anon laughed.  “Oh, Luna.  Always such a card.”

Luna pressed on.  “Anon, can you hear me?” she demanded.

“Of course I can hear you, Luna.”  Anon took another sip from his drink.

“Then listen to me.  You are dreaming.”  Anon just looked at her in confusion.  “This isn’t real.”

There was a long pause as the two stared at each other.  Celestia looked between them, concerned.  She had tried to get out of the chair only to realize she was stuck to it.  Her drink was similarly welded to her hand, and didn’t spill even if she held it upside down.  “Luna . . .” she said warningly.

Anon looked around as though seeing the landscape for the first time.  “Wait, I’m dreaming right now?”

“Yes,” said Luna.  Anon furrowed his brow.  The sky and sea wavered darkly.  Celestia started waving her arms at her sister to stop.

“So I can do whatever I want?”

“Yes,” Luna said again despite her sister’s frantic gestures otherwise.  Anon mulled this information over and everything around them wobbled like cheaply blown glass.  Suddenly, it all stabilized.  He sat up and reached out his hand towards the volleyball court, then snapped his fingers.  Another pair of princesses - still nude, and considerably more well-endowed -  flickered to life, one on each side.  Now it was two Celestias versus two Lunas, a concept which the quartet found endlessly amusing.

The sisters next to Anon only looked on, dumbfounded, before glancing at Anon.  He was grinning in a way they found worrying.  “Lucid dreaming,” he muttered, regarding his hand.  “I knew those internet tutorials would pay off.”

“What are you DOING?” Celestia hissed at her sister over Anon’s back.  “Get us out of here!”

“I’ve been trying!” Luna shot back.  “My magic vanished when we walked through the door!”  Celestia looked back down at herself, and tried to will herself out of her seat.  Nothing.  She looked around wildly, then focused on a spot of sand.  With everything she had, she commanded it to move.

Nothing.  “Uh-oh.”

Anon stood up.  His musculature grew more well-defined and his clothes struggled to restrain the pillar of masculinity he had become.  He turned around, and there was an improbably large bulge in his shorts.  He looked down at the sisters, grinning from ear to ear.

“Celestia.  Luna,” he said.  “So good to see you.”

The sisters looked at each other, then turned quickly back to Anon.

“-Anon, please-”

“-dreaming but also not dreaming-”

“-real, we’re real, you-”

“-complicated but you must-”

Anon knelt down between them, his deck chair and daiquiri fading away.  With a flex, his clothes exploded off of him.

>That’s an enormous cock, Celestia thought.

 

Chapter 7

 

When Anon had stood up, he had actually grown vertically (and horizontally, but we’ll get to that) and he now stood about 12 feet from head to toe, every inch chiseled muscle that would have put Zeus to shame.

Some part of Celestia’s mind twigged that this size difference would have put her and her sister at the perfect height for a good cock sucking, but she instantly stomped this idea out.  She was a Princess, for goodness’ sake!  She wasn’t some common whorse who started drooling at the sight of a cock.  Even if it was large . . . and succulent . . . and so glorious to behold . . .

Celestia blinked, shook her head.  This wasn’t her.  She and her sister needed to get out of there immediately or who knew what they would end up doing.

“Luna,” she said, looking over at where her sister should have been only to discover an empty deck chair.  Instead of reclining where she had been a moment ago, Luna was on her knees in front of Anon.  Her mouth hung open and she was panting heavily, nipples pert through her bikini.

In front of her, Anon had knelt down on one knee, his massive cock (easily two and a half feet long and thicker around than Celestia’s wrist) swaying gently from side to side.  Luna’s eyes were glued to it.  As Celestia watched in horror, her sister raised up a hand towards Anon’s member.

“Luna!” Celestia cried, leaning forward.  She was dimly aware that all the deck chairs and furniture had vanished, leaving only her, her sister, and Anon’s waiting cock.  “Luna, stop!”

Luna turned to her sister looking drunk.  “Oh, Tia,” she giggled, “there you are.  Won’t you help me help Anon here with his problem?”  She looked back at his cock, following its throbs raptly.  “He’s just SOOOOO big.  I’m not sure I can handle him all by myself.”  Another giggling fit, then Luna finished raising up her hand and started stroking Anon’s cock lightly.

The effect was immediate.  Anon shuddered, softly thrusting his hips forward.  His head lolled back and he looked as though he were sleepwalking.  Sleepfucking?

Luna brought her other hand up, running both of them up and down Anon’s length.  She alternated between using both at the same time and switching it so that one fondled his tip while her other did its best to circle his base.  Luna moaned, pressing her face against Anon’s cock.

Celestia sat on the sand, immobilized with horror.

As she sat there, Luna arched her back, pressing Anon’s member between her breasts.  She started licking it, losing herself in the joy of worshipping cock.  Luna moaned again as Anon let out a glob of pre the size of her fist.  She instantly started smearing the fluid up and down Anon’s length, sliding herself bodily up and down it.  Her face and breasts were covered in his fluids.

>What on earth is going on?  I knew Luna was well-attuned to dreams, but I never thought something like this could happen.

As Celestia watched her sister pleasure Anon - another glob, another moan, another frenzy of sliding - she felt the air getting hotter.  She looked around, panting, finding it difficult to think straight.  She knew that this wasn’t where she wanted to be - she wanted to leave . . .

No.  Not right.  She and her sister wanted to leave.  Needed to cock her sister.  Help.  Help her sister . . . escape?

She shook her head.  Things were getting cock.  Fuzzy.  They were getting fuzzy.  So hard to think . . .

Hard.  That was it.  Hard.  Help.  Celestia looked at her sister.  Anon had leaned back on the beach like a great slab of rock and his length was pointing straight up.  Luna was slathering herself against it, pressing her breasts against it and practically bathed in the streams of pre that Anon was producing.  Her breasts had fallen out of the bikini top, and as Celestia watched her, the clothing disintegrated entirely.

In that moment, Celestia knew she had never seen anyone as beautiful as her sister.  Covered in Anon’s precum, utterly devoid of thought except to worship the rod of manhood before her, Luna was beautiful.

But she couldn’t handle Anon alone.  Even now, Celestia could see Anon and his cock growing.  With a shudder, Anon elongated so that he would have been an easy eighteen feet tall standing up.  His member grew accordingly, now at least a metre long and as thick at the base as Celestia’s thigh.

Luna pouted, then looked beseechingly at her sister.  Her hands slid up and down Anon’s length of their own accord.

Celestia smiled.  She knew what had to be done.  Standing up and stretching, she could feel her hard nipples press into the flimsy material of her bikini.  As she walked over to join her sister, Celestia’s clothing faded away.  Her breasts and ass, already quite ample, grew ever so slightly perkier, a perfect balance of flesh and tension.  She could see Luna’s do the same.

Celestia stepped onto Anon’s waist and knelt across from her sister.  His cock leaned back and forth under her hands.  The princesses of the sun looked her sister in the eye, then smiled.

“Here, Luna.  Let me help you with that.”

They kissed, stretching on their knees to meet mouths above Anon’s meat.  Luna was absolutely covered with pre and her lips were salty.  Celestia loved it.  She drew her sister closer, drinking her in and feeling Anon’s cock squeezed between their breasts.  They continued to swirl their tongues around each other’s, swapping fluids not entirely their own.

At last, they broke away, a single strand of saliva hanging between their open mouths.  Lips hanging open, Celestia looked down at Anon’s cock, then back up at her sister.  Luna met her eyes, smiled, and licked her lips.

They kissed again, moaning with the sheer passion of the move.  Then, Celestia taking the lead, the sisters moved themselves downward.  Celestia felt Anon’s massive cock at her chin and allowed herself a final smile before plunging downwards.

Anon’s cock slipped between their lips, hot, heavy hardness in a world of slippery and delicate flesh.  The sisters worked over the bulge of his tip with their lips, loving every shudder and spasm.  They were rewarded with another glob of pre which they happily accepted, smearing it along Anon’s length and their own busts.

Celestia couldn’t believe how good it felt to pleasure Anon.  She was no stranger to sex, but never in her millennia of life had a blowjob been this good to give.  Through half-lidded eyes, she could see Luna mirroring her actions and getting every bit as lost in it as she was.  Celestia drew her sister in for another embrace, delighting at the squish of flesh between them.  Her hand found its way lower, cupping around Luna’s ass and squeezing the succulent flesh.

That gave Celestia an idea.  Stopping, she took Luna by the shoulders.  Luna, who had been operating on touch, opened her eyes drunkenly and looked at her sister.  It took her a moment to focus, but when she did Celestia leaned next to her ear and whispered.  Luna listened for a moment, then grinned madly.

Anon, who had been lost in a mist of bliss, was surprised when the divine pressure on his throbbing cock let up.  He waited for it to come back, but when it didn’t, he looked down to his waistline.

There, standing one on either side of his dick, were the princesses.  They had apparently been waiting for him to prop himself up, and when their eyes met, the two of them turned and locked arms before pressing both of their asses against his dick.

Then they started sliding up and down, and Anon’s brain burst into molten gold.  Their previous onslaught was nothing compared to the sensation of feeling their majestic asses moving up and down his length.  There had been more raw sensation before, certainly, but their asses (Celestia’s in particular) were something not of this earth.  Firm, yet bouncy.  Solid, yet fleshy.  Massive, yet tight and supple.

And their motion!  The first couple of strokes were marginally dry, but the sisters’ asses were soon smeared with all the glorious pre that Anon had provided them.  Friction became heretical.

Whereas before, the sisters has assaulted him with sensation, this was almost composed in comparison.  With each up-and-down slide, they pressed against each other on the way up and slid loosely back down.  It was as if they were trying to milk him for all he was worth using only their asses.

Anon complied.  His precum was no longer a glob here, a glob there, but a continuous stream pouring out of his cock, down his length, and over each celestial ass.

Celestia could tell their new motion had reduced Anon to the barest strings of coherent thought, and she was immensely proud of this fact.  She could feel the lovely jiggle of her breasts with every crouch, and knew that Luna must be feeling the same.

>Mmm, Luna . . .  So sweet, so caring . . .

Celestia’s thoughts turned away from the massive cock she was buttfucking with her sister and to her sister entirely.  Luna’s breasts must have been bouncing just as much as Celestia’s were, if not more.  She always had had firmer breasts than her sister.

>And a firmer ass, too, not that that ever made her less savory.

Celestia was just about to consider unlocking an arm from Luna and diverting it to her crotch when she felt a tightness run through Anon’s length.  She knew what that meant.  Throwing a devilish grin at her sister, Celestia increased the pace, almost out of her mind with ecstasy at the prospect of-

She and Luna were suddenly and roughly picked up.  Celestia’s eyes shot open, and she realized that Anon was holding one of them in each hand.  Luna was lost drunkenly in pleasure and was trying to rub herself against Anon’s ring finger.  Celestia was about to do the same when Anon’s arms fell away.  The two sisters floated in the air for a moment, then two things happened.

Firstly, Celestia felt her pussy and ass become filled by what felt like two VERY large vibrating dildos.  Each felt as wide around as her wrist and should have been pushed almost instantly, but they held in place somehow.  Celestia moaned at the new sensation of being so wonderfully, impossibly FULL, not caring enough to see what had been inserted into her.  She dimly heard Luna give a similar moan off to her side.

Secondly, what looked like a small nylon rope appeared and snaked itself around each sister’s waist.  It immediately pulled them together, bringing their breasts together with a fleshy slap.  Between the sensation of being penetrated twice and being pushed deliciously against her sister, it was all Celestia could do not to come right then and there.

She had a bit of time to recover, as the rope wound itself firmly around both Celestia and her sister’s asses, squeezing them lovingly.  It also laid a strand over the vibrators, pushing them insistently into each princess's orifices.  With a final zip, the rope tied itself into a knot.  The two sisters were now pressed together at the hips.  Celestia squirmed, trying to work the phalluses deeper into her holes.

Then she noticed Anon.

He had stood up, the two sisters level with his cock.  It dripped precum in great strands to the ground.  Celestia would have continued to stare, but Luna pulled her in for a kiss.

Taken by surprise, it was a second before Celestia sank into the action, but sink she did.  Luna’s hands knew exactly where to go and exactly how much to rub in order to make Celestia quake with pleasure.  Celestia returned the favour, the two of them quickly becoming a mewling tangle of limbs and sex.

Anon’s muscled hands, almost as large as the princesses, gripped them through the smearing of bodily fluids and turned them so that their magnificent asses and pussies were presented to him - Celestia on the bottom, Luna on top.

Slowly they were drawn towards Anon’s waiting cock, like helpless female sleeves.  When his tip reached their pussies, Celestia thought that he meant to fuck them.  She then hoped to go first.

The solar princess was right, but not in the way she expected.  Anon did not diver his cock to either side, but simply pulled the princesses over his cock like a fleshy cocoon.  Celestia and Luna, already full from the vibrators, squealed as they felt the entire length of Anon’s massive member slide between them.

First was Celestia’s clit, which nearly burst with joy at the sensation - by all measure, it should have, but something kept Celestia underneath a ceiling of ecstasy.  Celestia panted and lay back, tongue hanging limply out of her mouth like a bitch in heat.  Luna similarly wilted, and they two managed to hold hands.  They would endure the coming earthquake together.

Next were their mounds, then their bellies.  Each princess had a body to put a Greek goddess to shame, and their abdominal muscles struck a perfect balance of tension and lithe grace.  To Anon, it felt as though their muscles were a single magnificent vagina, clasping itself to welcome him in.

When Anon’s tip pushed through their breasts, Celestia instantly leaned forward to worship it as best she could with her tongue.  Luna did the same, their muzzles sliding sloppily together.  As Anon pushed more and more, they had more and more to love.  The two princesses had recovered from the initial shock of Anon’s cock on their clits, and wrapped their arms and legs around both him and each other.

Celestia and Luna lived to please Anon.  Being used by him like this was the single greatest thing in life either could ever want.

Anon finally bottomed out.  No pussy could have compared to what he felt.  It was as though his entire cock were wrapped in a loving, fleshy prison with special attention paid to his tip.  He stayed there for what felt like days, letting the princesses squirm around his length, feeling their clits and tits and bellies and tongues and mouths and hands love him with every fibre of their being.

Then he pulled back.

And then he started fucking them.

If this had been happening in the real world, it wouldn’t have been able to happen, Celestia thought through a haze of lust.  But this was the dream world, and physics and its dreary laws had no sway here.

With each slap of his thighs against Celestia and Luna’s asses, Anon’s cock throbbed.  Celestia and Luna were adrift in a sea of heaven, alternating between pleasuring one another and pleasuring Anon’s cock when it powered between them.  The rope around their waist and asses stretched comically every time Anon withdrew and thrust, digging wonderfully into their supple muscles and pressing the vibrators wonderfully into their holes.  Precum flowed from Anon’s cock like a well, coating them in a layer of fluids and eradicating any hint of friction.

And then Celestia knew.

Anon’s cock had been different this thrust.  She was an expert, she could tell.  Celestia looked at Luna.  Luna’s tongue hung out of her mouth, but her eyes told Celestia everything she needed to know.

“Better make this good, then,” Celestia managed before being interrupted by Anon’s cock.  He was bottoming out harder and harder.  The two sister looked at each other.  They grinned.

Linking their arms and legs, they pulled each other as close as possible.  Anon grunted, surprised at how tight the gap between them had become, but loving it all the more.  When his tip appeared between their muzzles, the sisters redoubled their efforts to stimulate Anon, and it worked.

Anon tried desperately to hold on, but after one thrust, two, three, he knew that it was a losing battle.  He managed to cling on for a single last thrust, then plunged between the two princesses.

He came.

Luna came.

Celestia came.

In a trinity of orgasmic bliss, the three of them cried out.  Celestia and Luna felt the vibrators edge deeper than they had before, pressing a vital spot and shattering the bonds that had trapped them at the height of pre-climactic ecstasy.  The sisters screamed, trying to hold each other tight but being pushed away by the swell of Anon’s cock.

Luna’s body wracked itself with shivers, her spine arching and contorting itself in her pleasure throes.  Celestia was similarly affected, and she felt both herself and Luna flood their nethers with the juices of their love.  Their minds went white with pleasure and the beach became a hazy background.  Time slowed down, the two princesses drinking in their orgasm like casks of honey wine.

Celestia stayed like that for what felt like a true eternity, she and her sister straining against their bonds and every inch of them rapt with pleasure.

They were nothing compared to Anon.

With a final swell, his cock unleashed a blast of cum, taking Celestia and Luna each full in the face with the sheer size of its spray.  The two sisters instantly had their mouths and noses filled with his seed, and each simultaneously realized how much they loved the taste.

Anon’s hands dropped to his sides in stupefaction, and Celestia and Luna felt themselves pulled off of his cock by his second spurt.  Slowly at first, but as more and more of their upper bodies were hit by Anon’s cum, they slid further and further towards the end.  Finally, as their hips passed Anon’s tip, their pussies slapped together and they were rocketed softly to the ground by one of Anon’s spurts.  They had given up trying to keep track.

Anon, not close to being spent, dropped to his knees and kept hammering them with semen.  The sisters somehow managed to breathe through the coatings of seed they received.  After a solid minute of being doused with Anon’s cum, the wave subsided and Anon slumped forward.  He teetered there for a moment, then slumped over onto his side.

Celestia and Luna were in a small lake of cum, spreading slowly away from them.

Celestia looked at her sister, who managed to drunkenly return the look.

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you too, Sister,” said Luna.