Anon World Order

I dig around in the pile of boxes, tossing an onion to Aria. She glares at me.

"Like hell am I going to chop an onion."

I find what I’m looking for and straighten up.

"Even if I do the carrots and the potatoes?"

She scowls at me.

"You just want to see me cry."

What a ridic- Okay, now that she mentions it... Eh, not worth the trouble.

"Fine, I'll do the onion, you do the carrots."

"That's more like it."

I roll your eyes and set about preparing a cooking area. Two cutting boards, some knives, some peelers, aluminum foil, that's about everything. For a time, the only sounds are the rustling of the trees, the whittling away of the vegetable peeler, and the careful cuts of my knife.

"Agh, curse you, onion!"

I step back, my eyes watering from the fumes. Aria smirks at me.

"Stop being a baby, what's a little sulfuric acid in your eyes?"

I motion to the cutting board.

"You want to do this? No? Then kindly shut up, miss 'I don't want to cry'."

She taps her chin with the vegetable peeler.

"I'm gonna level with you here. I just want to watch you cry, I don't particularly care why you do it. So get back in there and make me some delicious tears."

"Pretty weird fetish you got there."

Aria rolls her eyes.

"You have no idea."

Steeling myself, I return to dicing the onion. Manly tears later, I am done. Looks like the carrots are done too.

"Looks like we split the potatoes."

She grunts an affirmative. I set about the tedious business of washing, carving, and chopping potatoes. Normally I’d go into a zen-state to deal with the boredom, but I have options now.

"So, do you have any fetishes other than..."

I can't help but shudder.

"Mr. R? Yeah, I got a few. Why, you volunteering?"

I shrug.

"Maybe. Depends on the fetish."

She smirks at that.

"Alright. I got rough sex, bondage, rape, snuff, necrophilia, bleeding, castration, vore, "

It just goes on and on. There are a lot of terms I only recognize from the darker threads of /d/.

"Zombie gangbang, wound fucking, infections, corruption, waffle irons,"

In self defense, I idly imagine I’m Forrest Gump, on the receiving end of Bubba's shrimp talk. Just chop the vegetables and let the darkness flow on by.

"Anal fissures, and consensual sex in the missionary position solely for the purpose of procreation."

"Wait, what about that last one?"

Aria shrugs.

"A girl's got to be into some kinky stuff."

...

I didn't really listen for most of the list, but I doubt it would make a difference.

"Yeah, that's the only one I could really get into. But I have to ask, where does Mr. Rogers fit into all of this?"

She gazes down into her memories, the knife held loose in her hand.

"I wasn't always...as happy as I am now. I tried to stop eating."

Oh.

"I stayed inside, played nice with the girls, tried everything I could do to avoid conflict."

Oh yeah, they do sorta feed on that.

"Mister Roger's Neighborhood was the most calming thing, I thought it would kill me. I must have spent days, watching reruns of that old man."

She tucks a bit of hair behind her ear and smiles fondly.

"He taught me to love myself, and to find the little joys in life. You ever been so depressed, all you do is masturbate?"

What.

"Not...really."

"I was. Then Adagio decided to put her foot down and took away my videos. I got so angry, I beat the ever-loving shit out her. That's when I realized, I like being angry, I like being violent, and that is enough for me to keep on living."

"That's almost inspirational."

"Isn't it though? Did you know I hugged him, once?"

"Really?"

"Had to change my panties afterwards, but yeah. Good times."

I just stare at purple panda. She comes back to herself, and grins at me.

"Enough about that. Let's mutilate these vegetables."

With a chuckle, I get back to work. The ground beef gets portioned out, then the vegetables, and the two of you season it and double wrap it all in foil. I stand by her side, proudly gazing upon the misshapen lumps in the fire.

"We did good today, partner."

"You're such a dork."

She punches me in the arm, hard. As I rub away the pain, I wonder if this is how she shows interest. Perhaps it's time to get some body armor.

The sun is just beginning to set when I make my way to Adagio's tent. Sonata scampers on by, waving cheerfully. I wave back and come to a stop in front of the zipper door. How to do this... I try knocking on it, but it barely rustles. Whatever. I just unzip the door a ways.

"Dinner's ready."

Adagio yanks her shorts back up to her waist, not meeting your eyes.

"Thank you for letting me know."

Something about the way she gets up strikes you as odd. I open the door the rest of the way, and she climbs out.

"You alright?"

That...may be a blush.

"I just need to wash my hands, that's all."

Not sure why she wou- I hear a high-pitched yelp, followed by low moaning. I make brief eye contact with Adagio. She gives me a slight nod and an exasperated smile. I return to the fire at a run, to find Sonata holding her hands out, her fingers reddened.

"She didn't..."

Aria drags the cooler over.

"She did."

Bluey plunges her hands into the water with a whimper. I just sigh.

"It was literally in a fire, Sonata."

She looks at me with tear filled eyes.

"I was just so hungry."

It's hard to stay mad at that pitiful face. Violent Violet rolls her eyes.

"That's what you get for thinking with your stomach."

Proving that you can stay mad at such a face, if you have enough practice. In the meantime, I grab one of the camp chairs and give her a place to sit while she soothes her burns. Doesn't look like she's blistering, so it isn't as bad as it could have been. Adagio shows up not much later.

"What'd I miss?"

Aria rolls her eyes and points to where I’m bandaging Sonata's fingertips.

"I'd say blue bum learned not to touch hot things, but we'll have to go through this at least fifty more times before it sticks."

"Hey!"

"It's true."

Adagio just sighs.

"Just please tell me dinner isn't ruined."

I look up from my first aid.

"Dinner is fine. Just peel back the foil with a spoon or something if you want it to cool faster."

Adagio smiles at you.

"Thank you, Anon. You get to live."

Aria scowls.

"You can't kill me."

Sonata flutters her eyelashes.

"And I'm too cute to die!"

I finish the last of the bandages.

"Yes, but I'm the only one she's glad to be stuck with."

Sonata and Aria stick out their tongues at me in rare unison. Meanwhile, Adagio has taken her first bite of the sort-of stew.

"Mmm, this is well done. Seriously, thank you, Aria, Anon."

Aria seems placated by this and sets about her own meal. Sonata peers at me with pitiful eyes.

"Could you feed me? My fingers hurt..."

I cast an inquisitive glance Adagio's way. Her mouth twists, but she nods. Bluebelly shimmies happily in her seat. Then she leans forward, opening her mouth expectantly. I blow on a spoonful of stew, and guide it into her mouth. She closes around it, her tongue perhaps a bit more active than is necessary. As Sonata chews, she makes an appreciative moan. Very appreciative. The other two glance her way, wait no. They're glancing at my pants. I set your own foil dinner in front of my crotch, and they go back to focusing on their food with a smirk.

The rest of dinner passes in a like manner. When the last remains of dinner has been crumpled up into foil ball, Adagio stands and cracks her back. She sighs in relief, then frowns at Sonata.

"You're going to have to get ready for bed early. Aria, could you-"

"Nope. I have to get more wood for tomorrow. You can never have enough wood."

She gazes meaningfully at my crotch. Adagio sighs again.

"Fine, get more sticks. Anon, if could you help Sonata out, I'll do the dishes."

"Sure."

I wonder if Adagio is getting enough sleep. I don't really have much of a baseline, but she has been acting odd lately. This is all shelved as Bluey pulls on my shoulder with her wrists.

"Come on, I gotta get ready so you can get ready!"

I get up and follow her to her tent, where she gingerly points towards a zip lock bag.

"Teeth first!"

Right. I pluck the toothbrush and paste from the bag, and wet it with some water from a bottle. Sonata opens her mouth again, closing her eyes happily. I apply some paste to the brush, and try to brush Blueberry's teeth. It would help if she wasn't swaying or moving with the slightest pressure from the toothbrush.

"Just, hold still, alright?"

I grab her jaw in one hand and start scrubbing her teeth with the other. Sonata's eyes snap open, her pupils heavily dilated.

"Uou!"

"You alright?"

She nods happily.

"Okay..."

I tilt her head to get a better angle, and return to brushing her teeth. Her hands keep making grasping motions in the air, and her legs make audible scraping sounds as she rubs them together.

"Do you need to go to the bathroom or something?"

"Gno! Geep goig!"

Well, I can see why Aria would try to get out of this, Sonata is acting weird. I take care to get her gums as well, I vague remember that being important. Her breath is hot on my brushing hand, and she keeps on making little whimpers and grunts as I do a thorough job. I tilt her head the other way and start on that side. She's blushing a fair amount, which I suppose is normal. Having someone else brush your teeth is probably pretty embarrassing. I scrub the last set of teeth, and start to pull the toothbrush out. Sonata clamps her mouth around it.

"Oh yeah, your tongue. I guess I should have brushed that too?"

She nods, and I move the brush back and forth in her closed mouth. It's almost eroti- Bluey collapses to her knees as she humps the air, a blissful expression on her face. Oh. You catch the toothbrush before it falls to the dirt. I idly notice some fluid dripping down her inner thigh.

"Is this...normal for you?"

She shakes her head, although it ends up being a full body sway from left to right.

"You were so firm! And gentle, and stim- uh, stimate, you know, makes me tingly inside?"

"Stimulating?"

"Uh huh!"

...

"Right, so now that that's done, you're ready to go to bed?"

"Nope!"

She picks up a water bottle between her palms and takes a swig, swishing it around. She spits, then smiles at me.

"Now I need to get into my jammies!"

"You just want me to take off your clothes."

"And fuck me! But I'll take what I can get."

Boner, this is Houston. You are out of control, we repeat, out of control. And she just grins at me, swaying her hips from side to side.

"Tempting. Very tempting. But I don't want to die, and Adagio may just kill me if she isn't first."

Sonata pouts.

"Why does she have to have you first? Aren't you allowed to make your own choices?"

Fair point. If I am entirely honest with myself, it's not a fear of death holding you back.

"I just...I know what it's like, seeing someone you like, someone you think you love, seeing that person fall in love with someone else."

She still looks confused, so I elaborate.

"Look, if I actually fell in love with you or Aria, I wouldn't let that stop me. But we're still getting to know each other, and I haven't really decided anything. Right now, there needs to be some boundaries or else people will get hurt. Sex is one of those boundaries."

She pouts.

"Fiiiiinnnneee. Now can we get me into my jammies?"

"Sure. I'll just uh, "

Sonata lifts her arms over her head.

"Take off my clothes!"

"Right."

I pull her shirt up and off, still a little mesmerized by the bounce of her bosom, even bound as it is by a pink bra. Next, I spy the velcro strip fastening the skirt and give it a tug. The skirt slides down her legs, revealing her damp panties. My heart is beating furiously in my chest, and I turn away.

"Now, uh, where are your pajamas?"

"Nuh uh, take my underwear off first!"

...

"At least my panties? They're wet and getting cold."

...

"Fine, but first, where is a clean pair?"

She points to one of her bags, and I pluck a pair out, trying to ignore how silky it is. Steeling my resolve, I turn back to- Sonata bent over, sticking her butt out at you. Right. I yank her panties down, sliding them down her thighs, and she daintily steps out of them. Getting her to step into the new pair is a bit harder. The first foot is easy, it's when she tries to step into the other hole that she wobbles backward. Without thinking, I raise a hand to steady her, and get a handful of ass.

"Oh my, how forward!"

I am strong, I can resist this. I give her ass a squeeze, then push her upright. I pull the panties up quickly, and back away.

"Alright, now where are your pajamas?"

"I'm wearing them!"

...

"Okay. Well, good night."

"Wait!"

She grabs my arm gingerly between her arms.

"Brush my hair?"

I may very well be sainted before all this is over.

"You aren't going to orgasm again, are you?"

She shakes her head vigorously.

"Fine, let's get this over with."

She happily prances over to sit on her sleeping bag. Okay, so she probably won't orgasm from this, or else she would be sleeping in a wet bag. I grab a hairbrush from the toiletries bag and sit behind her. I carefully remove her hair tie, letting her ponytail fall apart. With her sitting patiently with her hair down, I would almost forget how childish and flighty she is. I listen to the sounds of the wild, the wind blowing, crickets chirping, the occasional frog croaking. The brush adds a silken hiss as I pull it through her hair. She hums gently to herself, some little lullaby. I feel yourself relaxing, becoming one with the repetitive motions. Sometime later, Sonata wriggles into her sleeping bag, then looks up at me expectantly.

"And now a bedtime story!"

I give her a flat look.

"You're pushing it."

"You can cum in my panties?"

I facepalm.

"That would not be a wise choice for me. Let's just get this over with. What story should I tell..."

Well, who knows if they've heard this one.

"It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth..."