Anon World Order

Adagio waits restlessly as you finish washing the last dish.

"You can swim, right?"

You dry off your hands.

"Yes?"

"Good. I have planned an... outing of sorts. It will be nice to go outside, don't you think?"

"Sure, some fresh air will be good."

She seems put off by your indifferent attitude. Nevertheless, she leans in close, gripping the collar of your shirt in her fist. Her voice is low and honeyed, sweetly hinting at violence of an intensely personal sort.

"Don't even think about escaping. There's nowhere you can go that we can't find you."

"Why would I distance myself from this?"

You punctuate your response with a kiss on her lips, your hand cupping her jaw. For a moment, she presses back, her mouth beginning to open. Then her eyes widen and she pulls away.

"Y-you kissed me!"

"How observant."

Ah, she's angry now.

"Why did you kiss me?"

If you had to put into words,

"Because I wanted to."

Adagio brings a hand to her lips, staring at you with wary eyes.

"This is too easy, you're planning something."

You shrug.

"Not really. Shall we go?"

She grabs your wrist, not softly, but not firmly either. As she leads you from the room, she says,

"I'll be watching you."

"That's one of your endearing traits."

It's kinda fun, teasing her like this. She gives you a frustrated, conflicted look, then pulls you along faster. You emerge into the parking lot of a small motorcade. One of the many black SUV's has its doors open, and you see Aria and Sonata waiting impatiently. At Adagio's urging, you clamber into the middle back seat, pleasantly sandwiched between her and Aria. Aggravated Eggplant pokes you.

"What took you so long?"

You glance sidelong at the Poof.

"Adagio was just explaining some things to me."

Aria takes one look at her leader, and lets it drop. The motorcade starts up, and relative silence reigns. Until Sonata starts pretending to shoot people with her fingers, going "Pew pew!" each time.

The destination turns out to be a clothing outlet. Sonata merrily drags you to the mens' swimwear section. There she holds up two speedos.

"What do you think, leopard print thong or pure white man panties?"

Yeah, no.

"Boxers, definitely."

Aria creeps up behind you, whispering in your ear,

"Oh we can't have that. It would be a shame to cover up that scrumptious rump of yours."

You look to Adagio, the last bastion of decency. In retrospect, that may have been a bad choice.

"Oh, the leopard is very you, Anon. So shameless and predatory."

Yeah, definitely a mistake. Bluey presses it into your hands.

"Try it on! For me?"

You look down at the scrap of cloth in your hands and sigh.

"Alright, just give me a moment."

You close the changing room door and begin to disrobe. When you set your boxers aside, Aria calls out,

"I know you're used to masturbating into things like this, but try to restrain your urges."

You feel odd, being naked and hearing her say such things. As you reluctantly put on your speedo, you notice that Anon Jr is up for the fitting. Stupid boner. You check yourself out in the mirror and the speedo is tight. Probably too tight for public decency. You open the door.

"What do you think, ladies?"

They eloquently say nothing. You turn slightly, giving them a profile view. Sonata gives you a thumbs up.

"It's very you!"

Aria clenches her hands in the fabric of her pants.

"Distracting."

Adagio runs off and returns with a pair of black swimming shorts. She holds them out towards you, averting her eyes.

"I may have spoken in haste."

Sonata whines a little as you return to the changing room. Aria just mumbles something about honey. When you emerge, Bluey just shakes her head.

"It's just not the same, Anon."

Aria tugs a little at your waistband.

"Could be a little tighter, I think."

Adagio pulls you away.

"I think we are quite done here."

You glance back at the changing room as you leave. Eh, you can get more clothes back at their home.

Miss Dazzle seems to relax as the four of you enter the building. You follow them to a large atrium in the complex. The afternoon sun shines down on an Olympic size swimming pool, littered with inflatable items of all sizes. You set your hands on your hips.

"I'll just wait here while everyone changes?"

Sonata promptly shimmies out of her clothes.

"Nope, I'm already in my swimsuit!"

She shakes her bikini clad bottom for emphasis. The other two just roll their eyes. Aria walks away, saying,

"Just don't drown him before we get back."

Bluey watches them go with oddly intent eyes. Then she slowly twirls in place.

"So~, what do you think?"

"It's very blue."

It was, perhaps closer to indigo. She pouts. You can’t leave it at that.

"And very you."

Sonata seems a bit happier about that and leans forward. Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage, only lightly bound by the bikini top.

"In what way~?"

"It's very expressive."

"Hmmm..."

"And arousing."

She straightens up suddenly, delightedly watching your eyes go up and down.

"Good answer~."

Sonata takes long, languid steps towards you, her fulsome hips swaying.

"Are"

"You"

"Ready"

"To"

She grips the waistband of your shorts with both hands, a devilish grin on her face.

"SWIM?"

Bluey heaves you onto her shoulder, staggers backwards, then deliberately drops you into the water. You flail in shock, panic overwhelming the arousal from before. You surface with a gasp, trembling and irritated. Bluey is on her back, holding her stomach as peals of laughter ring out. You think that's funny, eh? That laughter turns to shrieks as you splash her with the largest wave you can muster. She retreats behind a pool chair.

"So you think the water is your ally?"

Sonata dashes out from behind the chair and vaults over your head, tucking her arms and legs into a cannonball. You bring your arms up in front of your face just in time, though you still get splashed pretty thoroughly. The siren rises from the deep with a predatory grin, and her bikini top floating several inches above where it should be.

"Ah, Sonata, your swimsuit..."

She looks down, shrugs, and stares you right in the eye.

"All the more advantage for me!"

Bluey arms are a blur as she sends great sheets of water your way. It's all you can do to back away and retaliate with your amateurish splashes. You deeply regret your choices, wishing you could see clearly again. Then you hear someone clear their throat. Sonata stops immediately, and so do you a moment after. Bluey has done nothing to fix the state of her swimwear, so you don't turn around. The voice behind you says,

"A water fight, Sonata? And you didn't invite us?"

Bluey finally fixes her top, and so you turn around.

Long, luscious legs. You look up. You are granted a vision of yellow underboob, bound by a purple string bikini. Sonata chuckles nervously.

"It just sorta happened."

Aria slips into the water nearby, in a black thong and what you are pretty sure is a wide leather belt across her breasts.

"You know, we finally have even numbers. How about Sonata and me against you two?"

Adagio slides in beside you.

"We accept."

What follows is a whole lot of growling, splashing, and "accidental" wardrobe malfunctions on all sides.

You climb out of the pool, breathing heavily. The pool chair is comfortable, and the sun is warm on your skin. The girls find their own resting places. Adagio chooses a nearby pool chair, turning it to face you. As she settles back and brings her arms behind her head, you appreciate the effort. Sonata drapes herself along a large inflatable dolphin, her ponytail clinging decadently down her back. Aria lays out a towel on your other side, and lays face down on it. She unbuckles her top and lays her head on her crossed arms. Honestly, you don't know where to put your eyes, so you settle on cycling through the options. At length, Bluey turns her head and looks at me.

"Oh, I just had an idea! Why don't we go camping tomorrow?"

Adagio glances in your direction, a wry smile on her face.

"We can have Anon set up the tent."

You have the decency to blush a little, though you don't bother to cover your lap.

"Haha, very funny."

Sonata raises herself up a bit.

"No, I'm serious! I mean, nice boner Anon, but I want to go camping for realsies!"

Aria doesn't even look up.

"Go pretend to be homeless on your own time."

Orangey sighs.

"It's not a bad idea, Aria. If we want to do it tomorrow, we should start planning today. Anon, you work with Sonata on the food, I'll handle the tents, and-"

Deep Purple interrupts.

"I'm in charge of setting things on fire."

Adagio frowns.

"Very well."

Bluey grins.

"Oh, I see. Adagio handles the tents~."

You wink at Colonel Mustard, fully on the same page as Sonata.

"Want to get started right now?"

Adagio pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Idiots, I'm surrounded by oversexed idiots."