>You are Luna
>Last night's experiment was a success!
>You'd tested your Dream Walking spell on Anon and tested what you could do
>Everything worked out excellently
>He could think normally
>He could interact with you and vice-versa
>He couldn't feel pain, but that didn't matter
>But most importantly, both of you could feel pleasure
>It took quite literally everything in your willpower to control yourself but you managed
>You can't wait for more
>Tonight, you tell yourself, you're going to make him into a stallion. Oh, to feel his body writhing on yours shall be most wondrous
 
>You are Anon again
>You had another dream similar to the one two nights ago you just woke up from
>This time, you actually had sex with her
>Your cheeks burn at the thought before you remember it was just a dream, and nothing more
>Thankfully you'd managed to keep composed around Celestia, though you blushed a few times when she ate with you in the room
>Just the sight of her moist mouth opening, coupled with her slow swallowing made you feel hot under the collar
>Your thoughts are interrupted by a warm feeling on your wrist
>Welp. Looks like Tia needs you early today. You haven't even gotten their breakfast yet.
>You throw on the rest of your clothes before jogging to her door
>You catch a pony in the corner of your eye but you ignore it. It's probably one of the castle maids
>You reach for the door handle but stop when you hear a "Ahem" from behind you
>Turning around you're met with a stallion you don't recognize, a noble from the looks of it
>You press up against the door in an attempt to console yourself
>"What are you doing, bothering the princess at this hour? Make yourself useful and fetch some water for my room."
>You don't move and try to speak, but nothing comes out of your open mouth
>"What, can't understand me? That's an order. Now!"
>You flinch and your head hits the door with a 'thunk!'
>The stallion steps forward and stomps on your left foot
>You start to tear up at the sudden pain you're feeling, pony hooves hurt like hell
>"I said 'Now' imbecile!" he stomps again
>You feel something snap
>Not literally, mind you, but somewhere inside you feel it
>Some tiny part of your mind pushing forward and asking something
>Why? Why are you scared of this stallion?
>Because you're afraid of one? A specific stallion you haven't seen in years?
>You're easily twice this pony's weight and you're letting him push you around because you're scared of him?
>Your blood starts to boil
 
>You are Celestia and you're hearing a lot of commotion outside your door. What's going on?
>And where in Tartarus is Anon?
>Something hits your door
>Sighing, you get out of your chair where you were studying and stride over to the door
>"-imbecile!"
>Is that.. Blueblood? [Author's Note; in this, Blueblood is a family name]
>You gasp in realization that he's likely yelling at Anon
>This can't be good
>After a short teleport spell you're on the other side of the door
"Blueblood! Leave Anonymous alone at once!"
>"Oh, so it -does- have a name? I was-"
>He's cut short as Anon balls his hand up and sends it rocketing into the side of Blueblood's head sending him sprawling onto the floor
>You can only stare in wonder at what transpired in a brief moment
 
>You are Anon the Calming
>You just punched a pony in the face and Celestia had watched
>Looking at her face she looks positively giddy
>Confused, you let out a nervous smile, hoping she's not hiding anger under her happy features
"Uh, Tia? You needed me?"
>"Anon! That was amazing!"
>Did she just.. congratulate you for hitting a pony?
"Come again?"
>"I can't believe you just did that, Anon. Does this mean you won't be scared of everything that moves anymore?" she jokes
>She's steadily been closing in on you, and is now standing next to you, muzzle almost touching your nose, eyes gazing expectantly at you
>You're overcome by embarrassment when you think back to the way you act, or hopefully, acted around stallions
>All because of that one degenerate!
>Truly you don't know, however
>It's very possible you are, in fact, over it. It's also very possible you only temporarily got over it in a fit of rage and it will be back within the hour
>You hope it's the former
>She's still standing in front of you, Anon
"B-but what about the pony?"
>She gives off a light titter
>"Oh, him? Don't worry about it. If it comes down to it, I'll just tell mother what happened." she finishes with a bone-chilling glare angled at the now-standing pony before he scurries away
>Walking back to her door she opens it halfway before stopping and looking back at you
>"Come, I have need of your hands again"
>Her stomach rumbles
>"After you get us some breakfast of course, please." she flutters her eyelashes in an unnecessary attempt at persuasion
>If you rolled your eyes any harder they'd fall out of your skull
>You head to the kitchen and grab their food, a task you complete so regularly you hardly pay attention to what's going on, leaving you time to think about what happened
>Why did you get so mad? It was just self-defense. He hit you first so it wasn't wrong to retaliate, right?
>Most importantly, how long have you gone not knowing you could easily floor a full grown stallion in one hit? Too long, you think.
>You're so caught up in trying to convince yourself you were in the right that you didn't notice the disheveled lump in Luna's bed as you brought her breakfast to her, nor the certain smell that permeated the room
>Walking into Tia's room reveals she's already laying down on her bed
>Welp. Time for another few hours of a painful erection
>Today's going to be a long one
 
"Luna, please! At least tell me wha-"
>You're cut off as the door is slammed in your face
>With a sigh, you head back to your room
>It's been about a month or two since you punched that stallion, Blueblood, you later found his 'name' to be
>Since then you'd stopped being so skittish around stallions, thankfully. You don't go out of your way to see them, but it's a start
>You'd stopped having those amazing dreams, too. It's a little saddening that you only had them for about a week
>You hope it's a human thing centered around the person, or in this case pony, that you like the most at the time and it happens every now and then
>That brings you to your current problem, as you haven't been able to talk to Lulu much since around that time.
>Even after dropping the 'butler' part of your job and both Tia and Lulu having more free time after catching up on their studies you still haven't been able to coax what's wrong out of her
>It's worrying to say the least
>You need help
>Well, she needs help, but you need help to help her
>You feel a headache coming on so you dismiss the train of thought
>Walking past your door you knock on Celestia's room
>"Come in!" comes her singsong voice
>Opening the door you're greeted with a familiar sight
>Celestia is sitting at her desk with a few tomes cracked open and even more pieces of parchment with scribbles and notes on them
"Tia, we need to talk about Lulu"
>Concern takes over her features
>"Why? Is something wrong?"
"No. Well, I- uh- I don't know.." you manage to sputter out
"I haven't really been able to talk to her for a while. It's like she actively tries to avoid me or something. I figured you would know more than me."
>She quirks an eyebrow
>"I haven't seen much of her, either, Anon. I figured you two were planning some elaborate prank or something." she stands up and trots to where you're standing
"Celestia, please, go make sure she's okay. If there's something the matter with her we need to help her out. It's what friends do."
>Without another word she leaves the now quiet room and you stroll over to her desk to see if you can make sense of anything written
 
>You are Celestia
>You're waiting on your sister to open up her d-
>The door opens up a crack
>You can see Luna's gentle blue iris peeking at you through it
"Luna, let me in."
>Luna's eye looks down, as if in contemplation, before the door swings open and you're ushered inside
>Looking around the room you notice a few things
>First, there's books and other lesson supplies strewn about on the floor
>Secondly, there's a trashcan filled with what looks like.. tissues? Has she been crying?
>Finally, something catches your eye when you turn to face your sibling
>It's less 'catches your eye', more 'what you're looking at'
>Luna is a proper mess
>Her hair looks fine, but her eyes show distress
>Her mouth looks like she's been chewing on her lip non-stop
>Even her posture, which was once dignified and delicate, is now slouched and rough
"Sister.. are you alright?"
>She makes a poor attempt to return to her usual look
>It fails
>"Yes, of course, Tia. Ehehe, why wouldn't I be?" tacking on a smile that looks like it physically hurts, she tries to play off the question
>You deadpan harder than a dead pan
"Luna." you begin "What are you hiding from me." she opens her mouth to speak, but you cut her off not being in the mood for her excuses
"Anon is worried sick about you. I thought you two were planning something again, which explained why I didn't see you, but it has been brought
 
to my attention you're avoiding both of us."
>She looks remorseful and decides her hooves are more interesting than the conversation you're having
"Luna, don't make me get mother."
>Her head shoots up, wide-eyed and jaw slightly slack
>"Thaaat won't be necessary, Tia! Ahaha.. I've just been so engrossed in my studies that-"
>Hearing enough of her lies you cut her off with a glare
"Lulu.. please.. just tell me what's wrong." concern once again becomes predominant on your features
>She opens her mouth to speak but quickly closes it again when you continue
"Is it because you're feeling sick?"
>Again she tries to speak but you keep talking
"Did we do something to anger you?"
>"Tia, pl-"
"Are ponies spreading rumors about you?" you cut her off again
>Luna's muzzle scrunches up, almost like she's aggitated. You must have gotten close
>"I..I don't.." her eye look back to the floor and she visibly sags
>"It's nothing of import, Celestia. I'm fine." she says with false bravado
>A foal can see right through that
>You ask a few more questions in the hopes you can guess what's bothering her, not noticing her growing frustration with each inquiry
>Finally she snaps
>"I took advantage of Anon, okay?!"
>You let out a light chuckle, Lulu always was the jokester
"Good one, Luna. Now are you going to tell me or do I have to get mother?"