Anon World Order

After more swimming and utterly losing at Marco Polo, I decide to get a jump on preparations. This translates to rooting around in the kitchen, looking for a big cooler of some sort. I fill it with lunch meat, cheese, mayonnaise, mustard, the usual. A cardboard box gets the more non-perishable ingredients. Just as I finish up, servants file in, meekly setting about making dinner. I linger a moment, just watching them. They work in silence, completely focused on their tasks, eyes dull. I... don't want to think about them.

Dinner itself is rather uneventful, though the bickering is somehow comforting. Afterwards Adagio signals the dazzled to take care of the dishes and draws me aside. I’m glad to be distracted.

"You should take a shower while you have the chance. That's what I'll be doing."

I grin.

"Shall I join you?"

She scowls.

"Use Sonata's, she already bathed today."

With that, she strides off. Ah, perhaps that was a little much for now. It's only when she leaves my line of sight that a problem occurs to me.

"Where is Sonata's bathroom?"

Bluey latches onto my back, her legs locking around my waist.

"Why do you need to know? Gonna try peeking on poor, innocent Sonata?"

I lift under her knees, making it a piggyback ride.

"Thought I'd take a shower tonight, and yours is probably the most available."

She hums in thought at that.

"Okay, this way!"

She grabs my head and points it down a hallway. If I didn't need a shower before, carrying a girl around this sprawling complex certainly corrected that. Curves are fun to look at, but they have their price. After what feels like half a mile, I arrive and set down Sonata with a sigh of relief.

"Hey, you're not implying I'm fat, are you?"

I hold up my hands in surrender.

"Just expressing my disappointment that I have to stop touching you."

She gives me a saucy grin.

"You don't have to~"

I retreat behind the bathroom door, closing it swiftly.

"Adagio might kill one or both of us if we continue."

"Yeah, she can be mean like that."

I wait a few moments more, then start the hot water in the spacious tub. Me and Sonata could fit easily ins-

Anyways, I take off my swimsuit and step in. I close the curtain and turn the knob. I flinch at the first impact of spray, but soon relax into its heat. Then I hear the door open.

"You sure I can't join you?"

"You already bathed today. If Adagio saw you with wet hair, she'd know."

I hear her take a step into the room.

"Fi~ine."

I pick up a floral scented shampoo and get to lathering. I can't help but react to being naked and so close to a girl, for all that the curtain and Adagio's ire separate the two of us. Bluey is doing something; I hear plastic tap against the counter, then the drawn-out rustling of hair being brushed. What was once erotic has turned oddly domestic. I find myself comforted by Sonata's quiet, feminine presence.

"Oh hey, I think I can see the silhouette of your dick!"

...

"Just keep brushing your hair, Sonata. Just keep brushing your hair."

I get done washing myself and realize a problem.

"Hey, could you get me some clothes? I kinda forgot to bring some."

"Nope!"

...

"Or get a servant to bring some?"

"Okay, Anon, get some clothes for Anon."

...

"How about a towel? Can you-"

Wait, I know what she will say.

"Will you please hand me a towel?"

"I don't know, can I hand you a towel?"

Dammit, Sonata.

"Dammit, Miss Dusk, I asked if you will. And how do you not know your own towel lifting capabilities?"

"Well, if you don't want to improve your grammar, that's up to you."

I sigh.

"And the towel?"

"Can I dry you off with it?"

"I'll handle that myself."

It's her turn to sigh. Finally. Bluey holds out a pink towel from behind the curtain. It's a relief to dry off, the water on my skin was beginning to cool. When I am done, I wrap it around my waist and emerge from the tub. Sonata sits on the counter-top, grinning.

"I used that towel this morning. So you just rubbed your naked body aaaalllll over something that I rubbed aaaalllll over my naked body."

"...I see."

She hops off.

"Feel free to handle yourself. Pleasant dreams~!"

Then she leaves, putting a little extra sway in her hips. Stupid sexy Sonata.

I make your way down to the laundry room. I decide on some black boxers, gray sweat pants and a white t-shirt; I’m probably going to change to something else in the morning. I hesitate as I unwrap the towel. It's been a little while. Not to mention the memories of the past day or so are... conducive. I look around the laundry room, which is utterly empty aside from me. One of the machines is humming loudly, spinning its load. Are there servants waiting for me to leave? Or do they just follow some schedule I don't know? Whatever mood I had, it's gone now. I sigh and get dressed. When I get to Adagio's room, I find her waiting impatiently, a brush in her hand. She holds it out to me.

"Attend to me, servant."

"Very well."

I take the brush. The siren sits on the edge of the bed, and I clamber up behind her. The first few passes go alright. I focus on the silky sensation of her wavy hair in my hands. Then I hit a snag, and Adagio snarls.

"Careful!"

"Sorry, won't happen again."

I take it more slowly, and she begins to relax. It's not long before I find another snarl in her hair, but I stop and work it apart with my fingers. Orangey hums approvingly. Now that I have the hang of it, I start to enjoy the task. The way she tilts her head against the pull of the brush. The pleasant scent of her hair. The stresses of the day fall away, soothed by the repetitive motion. At some point, Adagio clears her throat.

"You can stop now, servant."

"Do I have to?"

She giggles.

"You really like this?"

"It's... nice."

Yellow Belly glances at me bemusedly over her shoulder.

"Then let's do it every night."

I suppress a smirk at her phrasing.

"I-if you insist."

Adagio's eyes widen.

"That's not what I meant! Just my hair! J-just brushing!"

Her face can't seem to settle on embarrassed or angry. Too cute. I give her a compassionate smile.

"I understand, just brushing your hair, not making sweet, sweet love to it."

She flops onto her belly, burying her face into her pillow and letting out a frustrated groan. I casually slip under the covers on the other side of the bed.

"Pleasant dreams~!"

She just groans again.

The next morning, I wake to the gentle sounds of someone getting choked. I open my eyes and look to the side. Adagio is straddling Aria's stomach, a mad smile on the Poof's face as she relentlessly gives a special, tiny hug. Are quiet, peaceful mornings impossible here?

"Seriously? Okay, let's take a break here and not kill each other first thing in the morning."

"Oh no, this has been a long time coming!"

For her part, Aria is giving me a pleading look.

"Ghk!"

Alright, looks like I am going to have to break them up. I scramble across the bed and consider my options. I’m not entirely sure how strong Adagio is, and it seems unwieldy to go for her arms. My boner makes a suggestion, and I agree instantly. I draw up behind the murderous siren and slip my hands under her arms and grab her boobs.

"Wha-!"

Adagio reflexively clasps her arms across her chest, inadvertently pressing my hands even more firmly into her soft flesh. Aria gasps for air, her chest heaving. Mission accomplished. Adagio comes to her senses and promptly breaks out of your grasp. She turns around and gives my face a ringing slap.

"Y-you dare touch my ch-chest?"

I rub my face ruefully.

"You were trying to kill someone who you need for magic harmonics or whatever. It got you to stop didn't it?"

Blood Orange's eye twitches, her hands clenching and relaxing.

"She was- that's not-"

I watch her warily. Aria slowly inches her way out from under her leader. Meanwhile, Adagio's expression shifts from enraged to confused and pleading.

"The Anon I knew, the one I fell in lo-, the one I liked was a pure, quiet boy! You were kind, and funny, and sophisticated!"

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. Pure? Me? I tend to be quiet in normal circumstances, so maybe that was close enough for her imagination. Tears start to well in her eyes. She whispers,

"What happened to you?"

I get off the bed, offering her a hand as she does the same. I gaze into her troubled eyes.

"I have always been somewhat like this. You just didn't see it, because I usually kept to myself. Then you abducted me, and I started spending a lot of time interacting with three incredibly beautiful girls who are all interested in me. You may think I've changed, that I'm not your Anon anymore. But your Anon was only ever one part of me."

Adagio stands before me, her arms limply at her sides, a pleading look on her face.

"Can you be my Anon? Just for a little bit?"

"Of course."

I wrap her up in a loose hug, cradling her against your chest. She sobs quietly, her tears soaking into my shirt. I gently rock her back and forth, whispering reassurances that it's all okay. I’m not entirely sure what all lead to this meltdown, but sad girls are my weakness. Aria gives me a grumpy look from the bed, having somewhat recovered from her ordeal. I make a small shrug, then resume comforting the disillusioned girl in my arms. Professor Plum rolls her eyes and slinks out of the room. Eventually, Adagio sighs and pushes me gently away.

"Now get out of here, I need to change."

I leave the room, only to find Aria waiting in the hall. She closes the door behind me, then fixes me with a glare.

"She tries to kill me, and you end up hugging her?"

"Well, she was in more distress at the time. C'mere, let me make it up to you."

I embrace her perhaps a bit tightly. Her hands press against my chest for a moment.

"What do you thi-"

"Shhh, it's okay now, I've got you."

Her hands lower a bit.

"This does not make up for before, you know."

I rub her back, gently rocking her in my arms. Aria clasps her hands behind my back and leans into the embrace. Her voice is muffled by my shirt.

"Just don't tell Sonata, alright?"

"I promise."

The two of us stand like that for a long moment, then she pats my butt.

"Time for breakfast. C'mon."

I let go and follow her quickly striding form. Did she just do a skip?

I walk into the dining room to find Sonata already eating. She looks at me, then Aria, then waggles her eyebrows.

"You two just hugged."

Professor Plum is blushing furiously.

"We did not hug! Adagio tried to choke me!"

"Hm hm hmmm, you can try to deny it, but I can see it in the way you walk! You totally hugged, and you know what that means~!"

Bluey rises like a jungle cat, and prowls across the table. Aria backs up into the wall.

"For the last time, you can't use me to feed your addiction."

"Too late!"

Mrs Peacock pounces, snuggling up to a scowling Professor Plum. Aria glares at me.

"This is all your fault."

"So I see."

Sonata pauses while rubbing her cheek against Violent Beauregard.

"A challenger approaches."

In the blink of an eye, I have Blue Raspberry all over me. She sniffs a few times, then looks up at me in delight.

"You cuddleslut! All three in one morning?"

I return her embrace loosely.

"You're one to talk, you snugglemaniac."

She nuzzles her face into your armpit. I look to Aria for help, or just context, but she just flips me off. I look back down.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

Bluey surfaces with a grin.

"I have your scent now. You will never escape me! <3"

At that point my stomach growls.

"Can I get a Hotel California on that? I'm hungry."

"Alright!"

She prances happily back to her chair. Aria shakes her head at me.

"You really are the worst cuddleslut."

I shrug and grab a bowl.

"I'd stop, but there's no reason to."