Anon World Order

It's a somber group that piles into the van. Aria rides shotgun, an icepack pressed to her bruised head. Sonata tries to comfort you, but she won't stop saying "Neighborfucked". Adagio sits next to you and holds your hand tightly. It's a relief when you all arrive in a clearing in the middle of small nature park. You get some help unloading everything from the dazzled. Then Adagio orders them to leave.

"Anon, we're counting on you to erect the tents."

"That wasn't a joke?"

Sonata grins at as the other two set up camp chairs.

"Oh Anon, we don't joke about erections. Buildings are serious things."

Adagio nods in mock seriousness.

"As are tents."

Aria sits back and crosses her legs.

"And let us not forget about shorts."

Orangey doesn't even bother trying to hide her smirk.

"Oh, I can never forget about shorts."

Bluey bounces excitedly.

"Ooh! And skirts! They're comfy and easy to wear!"

…Are you going to be forced to cross-dress?

"We're still talking about erecting things, right?"

"Whaaaat?"

Adagio sighs.

"Most of us are. Now please, use your extensive experience with poles and set up the tents."

"Yes Mistress."

Ah, a return to normalcy. You put up three tents with little trouble, ignoring the catcalls and whistles. Rooting around in the pile of supplies, you find-

"C4?"

Aria smiles.

"A girl has needs."

Right. At last, you straighten up and raise your eyebrows at Adagio.

"Where's the fourth tent?"

"It is fitting for a servant to be close at hand at all times."

You cross your arms.

"So, there isn't a fourth tent, say for the reason that you needed more time to have one prepared."

She examines her fingernails.

"What an oddly specific thing to say, Anon. Surely you aren't complaining?"

"No, of course not. So, tents are done. What now?"

Sonata's stomach growls.

"Lunch?"

That was met with general approval and amusement. You set out the ingredients for sub sandwiches, not even Bluey can mess that up. Not to mention how gratifying it is to see the sirens handle long sandwiches into their mouths. You did have a mild scare when Sonata chopped hers in half. Then she grabbed a piece of sandwich in each hand and alternated taking bites. After lunch, Sonata looks at the three of you.

"So, I was thinking, we could go on a hike, and like, explore!"

Aria rolls her eyes and walks away.

Bluey calls out, "Where are you going?"

"Getting wood."

Smurfette turns to Adagio.

"You'll come with me, won't you?"

Poof waves a notepad.

"I'm writing lyrics while we still have light."

Sonata looks to you with big, pleading eyes.

"Alright, I'll go on a hike with you."

"Great! Let's go!"

She grabs your hand and starts off immediately. You barely snag a water bottle before you are dragged off along some faint path through the trees.

You have to admit, it's rather fun watching Sonata flit around. Crouching low to sniff some wildflowers, beckoning you over to show you an odd caterpillar, or trying to catch the occasional leaf as it falls. Then you both freeze. A moose pauses in the middle of the trail, staring directly at you. A long moment passes in silence. Then it walks away. You let out a breath you weren't aware you were holding. You turn to Sonata.

"Where are we?"

Pretty sure there aren't any moose near Canterlot High. Bluey looks at you, with eyes full of wonder and information.

"In the wonderful world of nature!"

"No, like what is the map location we are at?"

She frowns, considering this.

Finally,

"I don't know!"

You sigh.

"Should have expected that. Shall we continue?"

"Ooh! Can I have a drink first?"

"Alright."

You hand her the bottle and she very nearly chugs half of it. You are about to say something, but then she hands it back to you with a big smile.

"Glad I could depend on you, Anon!"

"Y-you too."

Then she giggles and scampers off. Weapons grade, that girl. You jog to catch up.

Once the two of you double back, you get pretty thirsty yourself. Damn your Japanese mangoes. All you can think about as you drink from your bottle is how her lips touched the same thing. As you screw the cap back on, you look around. Where'd she go?

"Sonata?"

Nothing. You jog a little further down the track.

"Sonata?"

How hard can it be to find a blue girl in a forest? You round the bend, and thank goodness, there she is.

...

With her skirt flipped up (nice ass), and- How to put this delicately?

"Why are you humping that tree?"

She looks over her shoulder at you.

"I'm not humping, I'm hugging! It's my way of saying 'thank you' to mister tree, for letting me pee standing up."

It's then that you notice the dark streak down the trunk between her legs. Looking carefully, it looks like she didn't get any pee on herself.

"Clever girl."

"You're a pretty weird guy, watching me pee."

Crap. You turn away.

"Sorry, I just, you were gone, and then I saw your sweet ass, and I just got distracted. I mean,"

"Sweet ass?"

She giggles.

"It's okay, Anon. You can totally check out my sweet ass."

...

You turn around, but Sonata is back on the path, her short skirt swishing around her thighs.

"Ah, I guess I missed my chance."

You start walking after her.

"Just lift up my skirt, it's not like I'm wearing panties right now."

Heart status: racing.

"Just lift up your... really?"

Bluey grins at you over her shoulder.

"For realsies."

You close the distance between the two of you. Your hand reaches out hesitantly, your fingers brushing pink cloth. Her skirt lifts marginally, and you find yourself fascinated by the play of the muscles in her thighs. With a firmer grip on the hem, you lift the skirt. Two light blue cheeks are revealed, swaying and bulging with her every step. You start to fall behind, mesmerized. The skirt goes taut, and Sonata stops.

"Third leg getting in the way?"

"S-something like that."

Bluey bends over, resting her hands on her knees.

"Go ahead and touch it~!"

You are breathing heavily as you gently pull the skirt up onto the curve of her lower back. Your hands descend up her booty like snow from a winter sky. She writhes a little at your gentle touch.

"Ohh, nice! I shoulda done this long ago."

Your fingertips trace small circles in her tender flesh. Anon Jr is insistently reminding you of his incarceration. You increase the pressure slowly, rubbing her butt cheeks in circular motions. Sonata moans a little, shifting her weight from leg to leg. As you grip her rear more firmly, you catch glimpses of her pussy from between her cheeks. Finally you spread her ass, looking fully upon her puckered hole and slit.

"Oh Anon~, what ever could you be doing?"

What are you doing? You are...

"Teasing you."

You let go, then give her rump a good swat. Look at all that jiggling. Nice. Bluey straightens up, rubbing her butt and frowning petulantly.

"That's not a very nice way of thanking me for touching my butt."

"You know, you're right."

You wrap her up in a tight hug, her arms trapped at her sides. She practically melts in your arms.

"Mmmm, that's better."

You give her an extra tight squeeze, then let her go. Sonata staggers a bit, a dopey grin on her face. You grin back.

"Shall we go back to camp?"

"What ever you say, Anon."

Stupid sexy Sonata.

You make it back to the camp without further incident. Admittedly, with far more glances at Bluey's rear than normal, but that's to be expected. You find Aria cutting paper into little humanoid dolls, a fire burning merrily not too far away. Well, you didn't expect that, but it's not too surprising. Adagio is simply napping in her camping chair, an open book draped across her stomach. Cute. Bluey skips over to the fire.

"So, Aria, let me see your wood!"

"Go away."

"C'mon, show me your long, thick, sticky tree branch~."

Aria picks up her axe.

"You know, I was thinking of adding more limbs to the fire. How nice of you to volunteer."

Sonata sprints away, hiding behind you.

"Save me!"

You just sigh.

"You girls want to play card games or something?"

Purple Panda gives you a blank look.

"Can I burn them?"

"No."

"Then that's my answer."

Right. You look over your shoulder.

"What about you, bluey?"

"Bluey?"

Oh, you did say that out loud.

"It's a nickname."

She beams at you.

"I like it!"

That's good, but,

"So, you up for a card game?"

"Well, I don't actually know any."

"You don't know any? You're a thousand years old!"

Aria looks up at that.

"Older, actually. Does it bother you, being preyed upon by three ancient women?"

You roll your eyes.

"Maybe I would be, except that you all look like smoking hot teenagers. But seriously, how does Sonata not know how to play a single card game?"

Purple punk gives you a flat look.

"She's Sonata."

"Ah, right."

The girl in question scowls.

"Hey, stop talking like I'm not here."

You turn and stare deeply into her eyes.

"Yes?"

A blush rises to her cheeks.

"I- I just never got around to it, alright?"

"I believe you."

Bluey sighs happily, leaning on your chest. Aria coughs.

"You actually touched her butt."

Your eyes snap to the firebug.

"How can you possibly know that?"

She rolls her eyes.
"We've been together for over a thousand years. You pick up on certain tells over time."

Now that she mentions it, Sonata did have an uncanny hugging sense.

"Fair enough."

"Hardly. You've grabbed Adagio's boobs, Sonata's butt, and nothing of mine."

"I seem to remember you vigorously rubbing your crotch against mine."

She tosses one of her paper people cutouts into the fire.

"That was Mister Rogers talking. You haven't really touched me."

This is a really weird conversation, especially considering you have a cute blue girl nuzzling against your chest.

"Do you... want me to touch you?"

Just then, Adagio starts to stir. Aria glances between the her and you quickly. She practically hisses, "Yes!"

Your self-preservation instincts kick in and you set Bluey in a camping chair before finding your own. Adagio raises her head and looks blearily around. You smile pleasantly at her.

"Have a nice nap?"

The sleepy Poof focuses on you.

"I suppose. I see you returned safely."

"Indeed."

"Good. Right..."

She scratches her head tiredly, then looks up at the mid-afternoon sun.

"Shall we play a game?"

Great minds think alike, you guess.

"Do you have one in mind?"

Adagio leans back in her chair, stroking her book like a cat.

"Sequence."

Sonata jumps excitedly.

"Oh! I love sequence!"

Aria is suspicious.

"What are you planning, Adagio?"

Colonel Mustard leans forward.

"There aren't enough colors for four players. I was thinking we could do teams, and the losers have to cook all the meals for the rest of the trip."

Aria glances at Sonata apprehensively. Adagio catches this.

"I see you understand. One last thing: you choose the teams."

Purple Panda raises her eyebrows. Sonata looks around, sensing the increased tension.

"Um, Anon could just take my place..."

Adagio smiles.

"That's nice of you, but it's more fun to play together. Now hush, Mommy's scheming."

Aria considers her choices, a series of expressions crossing her face. Finally, she settles on a frown.

"Anon and me against you and Sonata."

Adagio leaps out of her chair in on sinuous motion.

"Come on, Sonata, let's plan our strategy."

Bluey skips over happily, and the two of them whisper heatedly while digging in the supply pile. Aria draws you aside.

"You do know how to play, right?"

"Connect five, discard playing cards to put checkers on the board. It's been a while, but yeah I know how. But before we talk strategy, are you sure you want Sonata cooking for us?"

Professor Plum gives you a flat look.

"There is no strategy. We must lose."

"Oh, kay. So why did you volunteer to be on the losing team?"

"If you look at it the right way, I'm apologizing to Adagio, she's forgiving me, and we are both managing Sonata."

You lead her over to the picnic table and sit down.

"Okay, I can see how taking the penalty is apologizing, but how is she forgiving you?"

Aria stares down at her lap and bites her lip.

"Get to spend time with-"

The sequence board hits the table with dull clatter. Sonata grins.

"Game time!"

Your hand sucks. Two wilds, a one-eyed jack and three others clustered around the corners. Normally, that'd be great, but you are fighting for a world where pancakes don't have eggshells in them. You notice Adagio nod in your peripheral vision. As you play one of the normal cards, Sonata fans herself with her hand.

"Ugh, it's so hot out here, like, for realsies."

Aria rolls her eyes.

"It's summertime, Sonata, it's supposed to be hot out."

Bluey just sticks her tongue out and plays a card, seemingly at random. As the game develops, the ditz keeps on complaining about the heat. It's kinda annoying, and Aria isn't enduring it well. You'd be the same way, but then Sonata pulls at her shirt, exposing a little more cleavage. One of the times, she catches you looking, and smirks in response. The board is starting to fill up, making it increasingly hard to make bad, but not obvious moves. It's your turn again, and you pause, considering your options. Sonata huffs.

"This is just too much, I need to cool down."

Aria rolls her eyes.

"Really, you are the-"

Bluey shucks off her shirt. Aria 420 stops talking. That bra... you're pretty sure it's a size too small. Not that you're complaining. Adagio nudges you.

"Come on Anon, your turn."

"Oh, right."

You take off your shirt as well. Ah yes, blushes all around. Purple Panda coughs.

"You're turn to play a card, Anon."

"Oh, right."

Sonata crosses her arms below her bust, lifting it slightly. Okay, you know exactly what she is doing. That doesn't stop you from keeping your eyes on the prize. Boobs. You select a card at random from your hand, and discard it. Aria groans.

"That's a wild, Anon. Please tell me you meant to play that."

You glance at the card.

"Oh. Yes, I definitely meant to do that."

You scan the board quickly and drop a checker on an empty space in the middle. Sonata grins, slamming down her card.

"We just got a sequence! In. Your. Face! You thought you could have Anon on your team, and we would be all distracted, fantasizing about his dick, when instead it is Anon fantasizing about my dick!"

...

What. Sonata shakes her chest in Aria's face.

"Who's the worst now, huh?"

Explosive Eggplant glares at you from across the table and behind the blue foothills of paradise.

"Anon, we are going to beat this blithering idiot. First in the game, then with planks of wood with nails in them."

"Okay."

Aria surges up, knocking Sonata back to her seat. Your teammate grabs you by your shoulders and shakes you vigorously.

"NO, NOT OKAY, I AM TIRED OF THIS SHIT, AND WE ARE GOING TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! AM I UNDERSTOOD?"

She pauses, and the world stops blurring.

"Yes ma'am, I understand ma'am."

"Good."

She drops you, and you collapse onto your seat. Aria sits, gives her a hand a sour once-over, and slaps a card down. The game moves on, and you find your gaze increasingly drawn to Sonata's bust. Adagio pauses on her turn.

"Hmmm, doesn't it seem like Anon hasn't been playing his best? I wonder why that could be."

Sonata chuckles evilly. Aria scowls.

"He's the worst teammate."

"Rude."

Adagio smirks.

"Oh Aria, how does it feel to know that Sonata is better at managing him than you are?"

With that, she plays her card. Professor Plum growls.

"Anon, look at me."

You look up from your hand. Aria is blushing and taking off her jacket. You bite your lip. Dose shoulders. She looks straight into your eyes.

"Here's the deal. You make good plays, you get to see more. Got it?"

You swallow.

"Got it."

You take a serious look at the board. To be honest, it's not that hard to make good plays, there are lots of runs of three everywhere. Wait. Oh hell yes. You slap down the jack of diamonds.

"How do you like that, we got a sequence too!"

After placing the checker, you raise an eyebrow at Aria. She averts her eyes, but slowly lifts her top, exposing a fair bit of the underside of her breasts. Adagio peeks at your lap.

"Oh, well done, he likes that."

The grouch lowers her top, blushing furiously.

"Good."

Sonata rubs her chin.

"So that's the way you want to play, huh?"

Aria scowls at her.

"No, this is the way you wanted to play. Now take your stupid turn."

"Fine, fine. What a grump."

Your beleaguered teammate turns to Adagio.

"Can I please kill her? Please?"

Orangey simply smiles.

"Now, now, if I'm not allowed to kill you, you aren't allowed to kill her."

Aria sits back with a sigh. Sonata happily makes her play, yet another checker in a random spot. A few more plays, and it's back to you. Sonata is fussing with something behind her back.

"Oh, Anon~!"

"Yes?"

Just as her bra begins to sag, she brings an arm around to hold it up. The straps hang loose off her shoulders.

"If you make a bad move, I'll make a move too!"

"Huh."

Adagio grins at Aria's reddening face.

"Can you match that deal? Or are your breasts not enough to match, let alone overcome her influence?"

You are pretty sure the pressure cooker that is Aria should not be stress tested like this, it can only end in explosions.

"Wait, "

Purple Panda takes a deep breath.

"I have faith in Anon's ability to recognize true beauty."

"Thanks, but,"

Sonata drops her arm, baring her chest.

"Recognize this!"

Jiggle jiggle. Aria shucks off her top, thrusting her bare chest out proudly. She glares at you haughtily.

"Well?"

So this is what Paris of Troy felt like. Wait a second. He had three.

"I think I would need the full range, to truly make a judgment."

Bluey cocks her head to the side

"Full range? Like this?"

She lifts her melons high, then lets them fall. Such jiggling.

"Wow. No, I meant that Aphrodite and Athena stand before me, but Hera has yet to reveal herself."

She is even more confused, looking around curiously.

"Where are they? I'm not seeing anyone else..."

Aria, still flustered, raises an eyebrow at Adagio.

"He means that we are goddesses, and that Adagio should show off her boobs."

Sonata giggles at that. Adagio's composure begins to fail.

"I don't see why-"

Aria puts her hands on her hips.

"Everyone else is topless. Join us."

Bluey nods enthusiastically.

"Joooiiiin uuuuuussss!"

You scoot a little closer, your hip pressing against Poof's. You wrap an arm around her back, your hand resting on her other hip. She looks at you, your faces so close. You whisper, low and rough.

"Join us."

Adagio blushes and averts her eyes.

"Fine, you weirdos."

Sonata cheers at that. Orangey takes it slow, shedding layers until she's just wearing a bra. Aria rests her chin on her interlaced fingers.

"Go on, it's nothing we haven't all seen before."

Adagio scowls at her.

"Anon hasn't!"

Lavender Bender considers this.

"Nothing we haven't all groped before."

Sonata looks at you with big eyes.

"Whaaaaatttt?"

You hold your hands defensively.

"It was to save Aria's life."

Adagio stands up.

"Everyone be quiet! I'll do it, just stop talking."

Aria makes eye contact with you.

"That's what she said."

Your breath bursts out of your mouth, and you try to pass off the sound as a cough. Adagio just glares at you two, then sighs. She unhooks her bra and neatly puts it on the pile of clothes beside her.

"Happy?"

She sits back down. You fail to make eye contact.

"Very."

You put your hand to your chin, carefully examining each of the glorious racks before you. Sonata's is definitely the plumpest, and she wiggles a little while under your thorough gaze. Nice. You turn to Aria, who is not as comfortable as she would like you to think about being topless. Hers are perky, but somewhat substantial. If you had to guess, they would be almost exactly a handful. She relaxes somewhat as your gaze turns to the third siren. Adagio has to stop herself from covering up, settling on keeping her tense fists in her lap, her arms pressing against the sides of her bared breasts. Even then, it's obvious that she has the smallest set, a fact of which she is thoroughly aware. Yet somehow, her shyness and insecurity make her boobs all the cuter. You glance down at her hand of cards, and sigh.

"Ladies, I must preface this decision with the statement that you all have wonderful breasts, and I would love to shower them with attention and kisses."

You are pretty sure each of the girls is rubbing their thighs together at that thought. Adagio certainly is.

"However, I must say that the pair that appeal to me the most, belong to Aria."

Aria covers her mouth in surprise, blushing deeply. Sonata is a little put out, but she shrugs and pats Twintails on the back.

"Congratulations!"

Adagio is hit rather harder by this revelation. She brings her arms to her chest and hunches over a little. You put your arm around her shoulder and squeeze her reassuringly.

"I still find you very, very attractive."

Orangey looks up at you, her eyes a turmoil of emotion.

"After all, you are more than your mammaries."

With that you withdraw your arm, and lightly trace a finger from the nape of her neck, down her spine and to just before the valley of her ass. Her back arches at the stimulation, and she inhales sharply. You grin and turn back to the game.

"While this has been fun, it's ultimately moot."

You drop your last wild, blocking off one potential sequence.

"They have two more ready to go, and Adagio has a wild."

Sonata gazes at the board in amazement.

"We won! Ahaha! Yes yes yes!"

Aria tries to scowl, but she ends up looking at you with an indecipherable expression on her face. Adagio starts putting her clothes back on immediately.

"I had wondered how long we could keep it going, but this is an acceptable end."

She glances up at you.

"I'll be in our tent. Let me know when dinner is ready."

She strolls away, head held high. Sonata busies herself with putting the game away, blissfully content to leave the girls hanging out. She makes shooing motions at team Arianon.

"You have fallen before the mighty, the busty, the invincible Sonata! Go and make her foo..."

She frowns.

"Hey, you get to make dinner! What about me?"

You pat her shoulder.

"You win some, you lose some. Did you at least have fun playing the game?"

Sonata pauses, then smiles at you.

"Yup! Aaaand I won! How cool is that?"

"Pretty cool."

With that she prances off to her tent, carrying the game with her. That leaves...
Aria approaches, looking you straight in the eye.

"I want you to touch me like you touched Adagio."

She turns around, presenting her bare back to you. You reach out with a single finger,
"Start from the bottom."

Alright. You lightly touch the pad of your middle finger to where her spine meets her pants. Her breath hitches. You slowly trace up her spine, relishing the sensation and her shuddering breaths. As your finger grazes up the nape of her neck, her back arches, her breasts thrust out and forward. As you pull your finger away, her breathing begins to return to normal. Aria glances over her shoulder at you, hands clenching and unclenching at her sides.

"One more thing. You said mine were the best, right? Why don't you check?"

You lick your lips, heartbeat thundering in your ears.

"Don't mind if I do."

You step close behind her, peering over her shoulder as your hands reverently cup her tits. She leans against your chest, her breath stuttering and catching as you heft and knead. Her nipples harden under your fingers, and you gently rub and flick them with your thumb. You feel like you've slipped into a trance, Aria's humming and whimpering lulling you deeper into carnal meditation. You're harder than you have ever been, as she shudders under your hands.

Abruptly, she pulls your hands away and steps out of your embrace. You blink, missing her warmth and softness. Aria clears her throat.

"Th-thanks, Anon."

She goes to collect her clothes. You shake your head, hands flexing at the memory.

"Any time."

Aria pauses.

"Anytime? Really?"

You'd say yes, but...

"Anytime it wouldn't get me killed."

She smiles at that and gets dressed.

"Fair enough. Now let's make dinner."