Anon was wiping down the table, a quiet night at the bar tonight aside from the rain pouring outside. The three regulars, the Diamond Dog Gang, were playing cards in the far corner. He didn’t know if they really were a gang to be honest, though they did dress alike, wearing similar dark-red vests and gem-studded chokers. The tall one, Rover, was the leader of the three. He had a messy blue mohawk, black shades and some piercings on the nose and ears. Had the cheekiest fucking smile, too, like a weizel or a hyena. The big lug of a man, Fido, had a red buzz-cut and a black studded choker with fingerless gloves. He had a noticeable under-bite, his lower fangs sticking out just a tad to really bring out that feral look. Wouldn’t wanna meet him in a back-ally that’s for damn sure. The last one was the shortest of the three, Spot. He had black corn-rows going down the back of his head and a small scar on his cheek. He wasn’t the strongest of his mates and he didn’t seem like the smartest, probably the runt of the three Dogs if Anon had to guess. “Ey, Bartender!” Fido called out, his voice as deep and bellowing as you’d expect from such a burly guy. “Another round for us, yeah?” Anon obliged and carried a platter with three bottles. “Ahh, that’s the ticket.” He topped a few tens over his way, which he happily took. “Cheers, man.”

“Just shout when you three are ready for another round.” He went back to his counter, preparing three more drinks for the boys when they called him again... He noticed Skinny get up and fiddle with the old juke-box at the far corner. After a few moments, a song was selected with the scratch of a record from inside. “Good call there!” Anon shouted, earning a thumb from the biker who sat back down to play. “Yeah... Reminds me of my younger days.” He heard the door push open, a woman coming out wearing a thick beige rain-coat and hat. “Ah, evening miss.” She nodded toward him, sitting at the counter and setting her hat down. “So, what can I get for ya?”

She brushed her damp, multi-colored hair out of her face, revealing pale lilac skin and beautiful purple eyes. “You wouldn’t happen to have any wine, would you? I could really go for a drink...”

Anon couldn’t help but stare, completely gobsmacked by her radiant beauty. But he snapped himself back into reality and shook his head. “Afraid not, ma’am. I don’t sell the fancy stuff, nobody around here ever drinks it.” Instead of wine though, Anon poured her a glass of cider, Apple Family Brand. “Here, fanciest stuff I got, first one’s on me.”

“Oh, thank you.” She seemed rather down, the least Anon could do was be a gentlemen. “You’re too kind.”

“Bah, don’t mention it.” He got another shot-glass, pouring some cider for himself. He rested a shoulder on the counter and started some small-talk. “So, what brings a pretty thing like you to a rusty old washbin like this?”

She just rolled her eyes. “Ugh, believe me when I say that you don’t know the half of it.” She gulped the entire shot down, setting the glass down as Anon poured her another shot. “Magical Demons, Sirens, Alternate Dimensions... Then there was that whole debacle with Crystal Prep last month.” She shook her head. “I mean I’m a principal for goodness sake, I shouldn’t have to put-up with so much insanity!”

Anon nodded in sympathy “World’s a crazy place, that’s for sure... But hey, if ya want crazy I can give my Rommie a call.” She chuckled a little at that, imagining the common party animal as the bartender’s roommate. “Still though, sounds tough. Couldn’t imagine putting up with Magical demons and... All that other crazy stuff.”

The woman sipped her glass. “It’s... It’s something alright.” Soon enough she finished her second glass and Anon poured her another. “’Sigh...’ I never would’ve guess being a School Principle would bring about so many catastrophes... They never include these kinds of things in the job descriptions, do they?”

Anon just shrugged. “Could always be worse, ya know. A lot worse...” The woman nodded, quietly sipping from her glass. Anon just resorted to wiping down the counter as he once was, since conversation had come to a stand-still...

“Tell me...” The woman started. “Does your job happen to include demons and the such?”

“Hehe, only during Happy Hour, Sweetheart.” She giggled at his little joke, appreciating his efforts to lighten the mood. “But nah, never met no demons here before, at least none that I know of.”

“Oh, lucky you...” Down goes another glass, Anon fills her another. “You know, I bet you’re curious, aren’t you?”

“What, about the demons?” He asked. “Well I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t.”

“If you’d like, I could tell you the story Mr...” She paused, then realization caught up with her. “Oh, I’m sorry, I never got your name.”

“Anonymous, but just call me Anon.” He answered. “Everyone else does.”

“Celestia... But you can call me Tia if you prefer.” She introduced, her smile warm and glowing like the sun itself. “Now Anon, let me tell you how this insanity all started...” And tell him she did, spinning a yarn about six students that attend her school, and of a trouble-maker named Sunset. She didn’t go into details to keep their identities hidden, just a few vague hints at who they were. Apparently all this nonsense took place around two to two or three years ago roughly, a fight for some magic crown and a battle with an inter-dimensional horse or whatever... To be utterly honest Anon just decided to humor the woman regardless of whether he believed a single word or not. Seemed like she needed to vent to someone, and being a bartender he was kinda obligated to listen. Not that he minded listening to her tale mind you, but... “And then... Boosh! Crash! T-this... This great big demon thing just... A-and the... ’hiccup!’ The Crown of Magic or something... Then the four of them... Wait-“ She was on her tenth glass of cider by now, and the effects of the alcohol were starting to show.

“Erm... You mean six, right?” Anon corrected. “Also, you still seeing straight, Tia? You’re looking a little Tipsy.”

“Hwat? Pssh! Nawww, I’m totally f-URP!” Her cheeks puffed out as she caught her vomit before it could shoot from her mouth, swallowing it shortly after. “T-totally fiiine... Hehe...” She assured, swaying back and forth in her stool. “S-so... The six! Yeah, they fired this... This weird Skittles Beam and... ’hiccup!’ And everything was just peachy right after!... Yeah... Pretty sure that’s how it ended.”

“Uh-huh...” Anon nodded, cleaning a shot glass as she spoke. “You sure you’re okay, Tia?”

She just giggled at him like a school girl for no apparent reason. “Y-you so funny Mr. Nanny... A-and a-’hiccup!’ and... And a really good listener.” Her fingers started to walk across the bar counter, trying to be seductive and failing spectacularly. “You wanna maybe... Go back to my place for some fun?” She batted her eyes adorably, jumping at a stray hiccup.

Anon blushed, he could hear the three at the round-table cat-call him, pushing him on. “T-That’s a lovely offer, Miss-“

She got up and crawled over the counter-top with her arms, the Diamond Dogs were whooping something fierce. “C’mooon, pwetty pwease?” She gave him the puppy-dog eyes, arms raising her body up so that her face was dangerously close to his.

“C’mon man, you jus’ gonna leave a lady hanging like that!?” Rover commented, sporting a cheeky grin. The other two cheered him on as well.

“I... Uh...” Anon was sweating up a storm, what should he do!? Does he settle for a one-night stand with a hot principal or... Wait, was he seriously asking himself this? “Look, I’ll... Alright alright, enough!” He finally submitted to peer-pressure like a good punching-bag. “I’ll make sure you get home safe, alright? You’re too tanked to be heading home all by yourself anyway.”

Celestia slid off the counter, trying and failing to pick up her hat multiple times. Anon eventually got it for her. “Mhmhm, such a gentlemen.~”

Suddenly, the Diamond Dog Gang packed their things and walked toward him. “Closing up early, eh?” Rover chuckled, patting Anon’s back. “Knock ‘em dead, buddy.” The other two followed behind, chuckling in a similar fashion as their leader.

Tia tugged Anon outside, the rain reduced to a light trickle. “We’ll take y-’hic!’ your car, Mr. Anny... Cuz... Cuz I don’t got one on me.”

He nodded, opening the passenger seat for her and taking her coat, throwing it in the back-seat floor to dry. Anon plopped down on the driver’s seat and took a glance at his new friend for the night. She was wearing a beige blazer with a purple blouse or shirt underneath, and a pair of purple pants with fancy block-heels. Yep, Anon’s scores himself quite a catch, though it seemed more like he was the catch judging from how Celestia was sizing him up like a hungry predator. When their eyes eventually met he just stared like a deer caught in the headlights, then looked away after a moment, exciting a giggle from Tia. “Alright get a grip, man. Just get her home safe and get h-MMPH!?”

Celestia tackled him out of the blue, wrapping her arms around his neck in a passionate, drunken French Kiss. He could feel Anon Jr. start to perk up, which Tia quickly noticed and started to grope with a trailing hand. After a few more moments she broke the kiss, gasping out for air. “’pant’ ‘pant’ I can’t wait anymore, baby... Momma’s hungry.~”

“T-Tia! Control yourself!” Anon was dragged to the back seat, chest mounted by Tia who was rocking her hips against him, biting her lip at the friction she was giving herself down there. “We literally just got in the car!”

“You’re so cute when you’re-’hic!’... W-when you’re flustered.” She pushed her breasts together with her arms, squishing them and making them fight against the fabric that contained them... Holy Fucking Hell, the set on this woman. “Mhmhm, you like...?” Tia giggled, giving her firm honkers a good squeeze with her hands. “They’re just aching to come out and play, you know.” She practically ripped off her blazer, tossing it to the side. She decided to keep her shirt on for the moment and pull it down from the side, leaving her shoulder exposed in an effort to tease the man she was straddling. “Sure you don’t wanna stay a night w-’hic!’ With little ol’ me?... Me and my girls would be awful lonely, you know.” Anon, taking a page from Aria’s book, knew damn well that he’d have to be a massive faggot to say no to a pair of gazongas like those... So, against his better judgement and much to Anon Jr’s approval, he accepted her offer through a wordless nod. “Oh, I just knew you would.” Tia grinded her nethers against the bulge in his pants. “I hope you got lots of energy, too, because thi-’hiccup!’... This first round’s just an appetizer.” She proceeded to French him once again, her hands traveling up his shirt to rub and caress his chest and stomach. He did the same to her, reaching behind and getting two handfuls of ass to squeeze. Soon, she’d had enough of the teasing and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a white lacy bra underneath which was struggling to keep her sizable bust from busting out (kek).

Anon nearly fainted, staring like an idiot at the sight, mouth agape. “Sweet Baby Jesus...”

“Mhmhm, watch this...” Tia leaned down and pressed her chest against his, then began giving him a tight hug. “Any second... Almost-”

’snap’

The back of the bra snapped free, the plastic hook on the back breaking under the stress and setting the arms of the bra free. “Ahhh... Finally.” She arose, the bra falling free and displaying a sight more beautiful than all the treated gold and fine-cut jewels in the world... “Some breathing room...” After taking some time to relish the new freedom, she leaned down to give him a closer look. “I hope you’re-’hic!’... Ready for your appetizer, big-boy.” Anon had no words, he was too busy gazing at heaven’s lilac gates right now. “Goo-’hic!’... Good answer.”

Aria awoke up from her slumber, licking and snapping her lips to get that weird morning taste out of her mouth. “Fuck... What time is it?” She stretched and rolled around a bit more, savoring the warmth of her covers before throwing them off. She slowly sat up, scratching her back and noticing a distinct lack of a certain scent... Anon always made breakfast when he got up, it’s what motivated her to actually consider getting out of bed. So where was it? The enticing smell of fresh Pancakes? The heavenly aroma of Bacon? The sweet allure of French Toast?

.........

“Tch, fucking weak...” Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she forced herself up out of bed... To go and wake Anon up to make her food for today.

.........

What? You expect her to know how to cook? She’s a lazy piece of shit and she knows it. Besides, Anon wouldn’t trust her with a pan anyways... Or at least she assumed so, it sounded like something he’d say to her.

She unceremoniously kicked Anon’s door open, giving no fucks whatsoever about his privacy. “Wakey-Wakey, Fucko!” Aria received not a word in response. Seeing as Anon was being a stubborn prick this morning, she took a few steps back. “Last chance, get up or get fucked!” Still no response, Aria’s jimmies we’re officially rustled now. With a running start and a roaring war-cry she up and tackles the mass hiding under the covers, landing tits first with a body-slam. “C’mon, get-up you lazy bitch!” She demanded, giving the lump a few good punches. “You gonna make me some breakfast already or do I gotta kick your... Wait.” Upon closer inspection of the mass, it was not her green friend and borderline caretaker. No, it was simply a pillow tucked away under the sheets. “The fuck?” She sat up and scratched her head in confusion. “Did that fuck not make it home last night?” She hears the front door open up, right on que. “Guess that answers my question.” She walked to the living room, seeing Anon slumped on the couch, pale as a ghost and covered in red markings. “God, what the fuck happened to you?”

He struggled to sit-up, eventually settling to just fall to his side. “T-... Tia...”

Aria cocked her head. “Tia? The fuck is a ‘Tia’?” Anon lazily pushed his hand into his pocket, fishing out his phone. He tried handing it to her but he just dropped it on the floor instead, his arm doing the same. “T-Tia...” Next, he himself rolled off the couch and onto the floor.

Curious, Aria picked his phone off the ground and looked at his messages, finding two.

‘Heya Nonny, last night was really fun <3’ Read the first message.

The second message came with a photo. When she opened it up, she was staring at two large, pinkish-white orbs with light-pink nipples. The right nipple had a cute little beauty-mark just outside the areola, bottom-right side. The left was being squeezed by the woman’s free hand, showing off how soft and plush the large mounds were. Aria just stood there, mouth agape and slightly aroused by the sight in her hand, with the message below reading. ‘Can’t wait for more, baby! I’ll see you at the bar sometime!’

She closed the phone, putting it down on the table. “Oh... My god.” She started to chuckle. “Oh my good golly god, Anon...” She dragged him back onto the couch, a loving smile on her face. “You cheeky little bastard, you finally did it!” She squeezes him with a big bear hug, exciting some pained grunts from him. “Oh, I’m so proud of you, Roomie! I didn’t think your first pussy would be from a hot piece of ass like that!”

“..... S-She... Wasn’t my first, Aria....” Anon corrected, his voice dry and raspy from dehydration. “But... She was an animal...”

“A wild one, eh?” After taking a closer look at the red marks, she discovered that a lot of them were concealing love-bites... Lots and lots of Love-Bites..... Oh, and scratches as well, but unlike the love-bites they looked a lot more painful... “Well, she really put you through the wringer, that’s for damn sure...”

“Zzzzzzz...”

“Hm?” She noticed Anon had fallen asleep on her shoulder. Smiling, she set him down gently and went to make a bowl of cereal for the day. “Some Cinammon Toast Crunch sounds pretty good right now... I’ll cut the guy a break, I guess.”

Author's Note

Just an idea I had, a little mini-series involving special characters visiting his bar. Lemme know whatcha think and who you’d like him to meet in the future!