Why is the horse blue

Twilight, the Oblivious / Anondus, the very cool wow / Princess Luna, the Barely holding it together

Twilight, Anondus, and Luna all sit at the kitchen table. An awkward silence has settled over the group.

Luna had arrived wearing only her usual regent garb; stylized horseshoes, her tiara, and a chestpiece. Gone was the valiant armor she planned to best the beast in.

Well, awkward for the Ponies. Some kind of tension in the air, too, but the Human was none the wiser. Belly full, Anondus is trying to scrub sap out of his shield, and is generally unbothered.

When Luna asked why Anondus was covered in sap, Twilight explained about the situation with the Timber Wolves. Luna bit her lip.

Twilight would have gladly filled Luna in on everything that happened so far since finding Anondus, but... Luna seems very, very distracted, the way she's staring at Anondus, squirming in her seat. Her breathing is a lot heavier than usual, like she's struggling to keep her composure.

It's Anondus who finally breaks the silence--Luna practically startles when he speaks up.
"So... you were in my dreams? That was you?" He asks, poking towards the Blorse.

Luna clears her throat, trying to regain some composure.
"Yes. We are Luna, Princess of the Moon. Ensuring that our nations subjects are beheld to kind dreams is part of our duty, and such is how we found you."

Anondus nods.
"Why didn't you say anything? Only found out you could talk because of Plorse, here." He motions towards Twilight, who also seems to want to know.

Luna coughs loudly, trying to maintain her pride.
"You, er... did not... give us a chance, to."

Twilight tilts her head, magenta mane flopping.
"What do you mean, Princess? What did he do?"

A brilliant blush takes Lunas face by storm, and she quickly looks away.
"N-Nothing, Twilight Sparkle."

Anondus snorts. "Oh, we started making out, big time, slobbering all over each other--" He wraps his arms around himself and starts making kissy noises. Lunas ears point straight up like little radar dishes as she stutters in offence.

"W-WE DID NOT! WE DID NO SUCH THING! YOU- YOU PUT YOUR HANDS UPON US, YOU BRUTE! WE WOULD NEVER LET SUCH A... CRUDE, VILE BEAST PERFORM SUCH AN SALACIOUS ACT SUCH AS K-KISSING US!" She shouts, slamming her hooves down on the table. This convinces, very few individuals in the room.

Luna hadn't done such things in many, many years. Her thousand years of outcast, even after her return, she's hardly had time to socialize or fraternize with anyone else. That was a lot of years to be lacking in attention; and to receive such A Grade attention all at once? Shook to the core.

The group is quiet as they hear Spike grumbling, pick himself off the floor by the couch, and begins walking upstairs to avoid the noise, getting back to sleep. Luna coughs awkwardly, her bold posture shrinking, while Twilight has her face buried in her hooves, trying to hide the blush that's taken it.

Anondus unfolds his arms from himself, and leans his head against his hand, throwing a playful eye towards Blorse, leaving his gear to be cleaned for later. He was starting to clue in on why she'd been acting the way she had. At first, he thought she was just like... a fiend for pets or something, but Plorse's lack of a similar reaction was telling.
Peasants like him could get down with some pretty weird stuff. Not like you had much else going on at the farms, anyway.
He could work with this.
"...You sure?" He asks softly.

Twilights eyes go wide from behind her hooves, and her gaze flicks to Luna. She was already incredibly thrown off of her original plan of worries, now realizing this was just something... weird, the Princess was involved in. On one hand, it'd be polite to excuse herself, or back up the Princess, or... anything. But, Twilight's reasonable courses of action were overwritten by an immense curiosity.

Luna stutters, coughs, and completely fails in finding words that could help in a response. She turns away, staring out the window.

Anondus snaps his fingers, catching both of their attention again.
"Right. Forgot, you like when I just do things."

He stands, and Luna feels her stomach drop.

Anondus, the slinger / Luna, the slinged

The door to Twilights room, oh so graciously offered through mumbles from behind blushing hooves, is swung open. Anondus enters, carrying the --surprisingly light-- Blorse under his arm, who was stock-still and straight-legged in frozen shock over being suddenly manhandled under the blatant guise of 'Helping her figure out what she wants', and dragged upstairs.

Luna firmly believed she could never look her sisters pupil in the eyes again.

It was a good, if small room. Sizable bed, considering Plorses size. And more books. The entire house was already layered in books, even outside the library, and she still found room to shove more in here.

Well, nerd shit didn't matter now. Anondus sets the Blorse down on the edge of the bed, hands on his hips as he looks down. She already takes up most of it--even though its a large bed, Blorse is easily more than twice as big as Plorse, curled on the blankets of the already messy furniture. Luna, wide-eyed, glances up for a moment--before looking away. She looks smaller than usual, lacking her usual proud posture.

Andondus steps around the end of the bed, and sits beside her, the small matress forcing their proximity so that neither slips to the floor, their sides rubbing together.

Lunas stiffens, blush deepens, and she looks away. The human, even moreso than in the dreams, was very, very warm. He practically radiated it.

Anondus doesn't do anything quite yet, watching her.

"W...Well? How art thou going to... r-ravish us?" Luna mutters, stealing the odd side-eye at the Human. "Despite our efforts... thou hast broken our walls, and shattered our resolve. W-We are..." She trails off, but Anondus places a hand on her withers, eliciting a small noise of startle from her.

"Radish you? Yeah, I have no idea what you're going on about, you're just soft and fun to pet." Anondus starts, beginning to trail his fingers up and down her back, towards the base of her neck, then down, between the base of her wings, feeling the lines of surprising but familiar muscle that Blorse had; just like in the dreams.

"Y-you-- huh?" Luna stutters, her confusion clear. She tries to clarify the situation, but, if the way her wings are starting to rise and stick out are any indication, Anondus' touching is making that difficult.
"You do not wish to debase us? Claim us as yours? I-impart us w-with your s-seed?"
She's practically whispering in the last part, big, brilliant blue eyes, portals to the stars, staring into Anondus' own non-descript eyes.

Anondus just stares. He keeps petting, though, now running his other hand slowly along her chest, fingers sinking into the fluff that sticks upwards, freed from the confines of her chestpiece.
"You catch me as the lonely type." Anondus comments idly. Lunas ears flatten as she shies away.

"W-what? No, we..." She starts, but Anondus softly grasps her chin, running his thumb slowly across her face.

"You stuck in dreams or something?" He continues to press, genuinely curious.

Luna sighs, as her form presses against him, letting her weight lean on him. Anondus accepts this, starting to focus the attention around her neck, and head, a hand roaming through the base of her mane.

Quietly, she retells her story to him. Of Nightmare Moon, of the jealously, and furthermore, loneliness, that gripped her before her transformation. How she was banished by her sister for a thousand years, and how while it may have put a stifle to her jealousy, only compounded her loneliness, trapped on a grey and featureless rock with naut a soul to speak with. Loneliness turned to rage, to sadness, to grief, and finally... back to loneliness. The time dragged, but it was like a blur. Only, finally when she returned, and Nightmare Moon was expelled from herself, did she find some solace in reuniting with her sister. But, even after that time has passed, she's never shaken that loneliness. That desire for contact, for intimacy, for affection -- for love.

Luna slowly returns her gaze to Anondus, noses close enough to touch, the tickle of her deep-blue fur ever-soft as it brushes him. She's staring at him with... expectation, with a desire to know. This creature, that she seemed to connect with in her dreams. That seemed to show in her own dreams, even when she didn't ply the dreamscape. It was a stretch, a leap--but, after opening her heart, after explaining to him something nobody else might ever know...

Could he--he's looking at her, about to say something. She tenses in preparation. A... confession? An explanation? She doesn't know what to expect, but she--

"Damn, that's crazy."

Lunas stares at him, slack-jawed.

Anondus pats her back, before reaching fully around her with both arms, pulling her close in for a hug. He nuzzles against her neck, stroking her gently.
"I can't pretend like I've been stuck on the moon or some shit before, but I get being lonely. Everybody gets lonely. And I mean, hey--if getting pet is your thing, you found the dreams of a guy whose pretty good at it, I'd say." Anondus says, providing a finger-wiggle for example.

Luna sighs, leaning into the hug as a small silence takes the pair.

Eventually, she leans away from it, turning to face him. A hoof is placed on his knee, as a serious expression takes her face. The corners of her eyes are starting to tear up.

"W-what if, we... wanted something more?" She says, quietly, almost a whisper.

"Belly rubs?"

Her hoof smacks his knee, squinting at him in irritation.
"Ow."
"Cease your density." She growls.

Anondus leans back, eyes wide. He can feel his face getting warm. That's new.

The midnight-blue pony, face full of emotion, practically bores a hole through him with her expectant glare. She wants an answer. A better answer.

Anondus hums softly.

"...Alright, hold on. Can you...?" He lets go of her, motioning in front of himself. Luna, raising a suspicious eyebrow, slowly stands, glancing to him for confirmation.

Anondus directs her to stand in front of himself, Luna now facing him as he sits on the bed. The blush sat on Lunas face, and the heat in her chest, remains--but she continues to stare, waiting to see where this leads.

Lips pursed, Anondus is... processing. Coming to terms with something. He's leaning, taking in every facet of Luna.

Realizing she's basically being examined, a tinge of pride returns to the Princess of the Night, puffing her chest, raising her head. Her wings fluff out wide, presenting herself nobly. A dominating visage of Midnight.

Well, until Anondus stands, approaching her, forcing her to look up at him again. Few creatures forced her to do such, and it brought odd feelings she wasn't entirely against.

One of his fingers brushes her lips, his thumb tugging at her bottom lip. Slightly wet, a bead of saliva runs between the two; his thumb leaving the slightest taste of sap.
"Hm." Anondus hums, seemingly in approval. The trepidation around his inspection, and the stroking of her pride through affirmation, has Luna's breath growing heavier, watching the human through half-lidded eyes.

His hand recedes, to her dislike--until he makes a small spinning motion.

He wants her to spin around and present herself. To expose herself to him, like some... common mare.

His eyebrow raises from the pause, as Luna tackles another deepset internal hurdle about her pride.

Taking too long.

Anondus leans slightly, putting his face close to hers. Very close. Their noses touch, and in a moment, they're sharing breath. She's ripped from her thoughts, and her back hoof stomps softly on impulse, tail swishing.

Anondus, the Fuck It We Ball

Yeah, fuck it. Let's do it.

Anondus, the Consort / Luna, the Consorted

Luna's eyes widen and their lips meet, Anondus pushing forward; his hand roams up her neck, through her mane, settling behind her head as it supports her. A soft whinny almost escapes her, as she's forced to look up to meet his kiss. It's soft... tender, and caring. Not the ferocious claim of a perverse beast and its prey, but that of a... lover. A meeting of lips that pauses for breath, gingerly waiting as lips touch before pressing into each-other again.

Finally, Luna begins to fold to the feelings she'd been resisting since she arrived, sinking into the feeling of his fingers brushing through her fur, pressing against her flesh, idly stroking through her mane.

Anondus pulls away, to her displeasure. Her eyes open as she realizes, staring at him with worried need.

"Uh, wow. Nice. Also, uh... I'm not a slut." Anondus whispers.

The sentence utterly confuses her, blinking several times.
"...What?" She asks in turn, matching his quiet tone.

"Oh, like, uh... if we're doing this, this is locked in. You and me. Might be weird, sure, but I know some guys who've done 'ye olde deed' with weirder." He explains.

Luna still stares at him, lost.

He sighs, smiling in bemusement, and gives her a small peck on the nose. She snorts.
"If we." He starts, motioning between the two with a finger. She nods.
"Do this." Which is promptly followed by an unromantic, crass, finger-in-hole motion that crossed cultural boundaries and was clear for both parties. She hesitates, blushing, but nods.
"Then we're getting married, and this is a thing. Sorry if that seems like I'm trying to slip in on some royalty bonus points or something, but Mama raised me to love. And I love hard."

That helped it finally click for Luna, who blushed harder than she had the entire night at those words. Her wings shot out, completely straight, her tail raising. Her eyes were wide open, staring, unblinking.

That would be... irresponsible, of her. Very much so. What would her sister think? She was a proud ruler of a Kingdom; one of two, especially. There would be... questions, first. Laws to be checked, traditions to be maintained and... well, he wasn't even a Pony! Her... flighty fancy for him may be from his skilled touch, and his bemusing wit, but, surely she couldn't... she wouldn't...

Her eyes slowly roam down, noticing the tent in his pants.

Oh, Buck her sister. Payback for a thousand years.

She whispers something, but its too quiet for Anondus to hear.

"Sorry?" Anondus tilts his head slightly.

"...How hard?" She repeats, barely audible.

"...I still can't--" Anondus starts, but her face snaps up, a soft blue glow grasping the collar of his shirt as it yanks him closer,
their noses touching as she glares into his eyes. Eyes filled with need.

"How. Hard. Can. You. Love. Me?" She punctuates, firmly. The silence that follows finally clues Anondus in to just how off the deep end he was, when he can hear the dripping that breaks the silence. That was hitting the floor. From between her legs.

"... I ever tell you how big your flank is?" Anondus whispers.

"Second biggest in the kingdom. Have we ever told you we like your scar?" Luna returns haughtily.

"Not yet, but you're free to give me a few more." Anondus huffs.

The two stare at each other, before Blorse tackles him onto the bed.

Twilight Sparkle, the Tortured

Twilight is sat on the couch, with a small cup of coffee, and a book. Ignoring the noises from upstairs.

"W-We cannot get it off! Use your fingers!" "But that ruins the fun. It's cute, seeing you need it."

Just, enjoying the evening. She'd found a new creature from the Everfree, gotten home, safe and sound.

"THERE! NOW YOU'RE OURS!" "Shit, you're quick with that magic. Hey, hold on--"

There's a large thud sound upstairs, followed by creaking.

"OH, BY OUR SISTER!" "Oop-that's a new one. You're fucking warm."

Twilight rubs her temples with her hooves. The blush on her face has become a permanent fixture. As much as she tried to ignore it, she found her ears kept perking up at every noise.

"D-DON'T GRAB OUR HORN!" "Oh, sorry." ... "NEVERMIND, GRAB THE BUCKING HORN!" "Yes Ma'am."

She can't believe she offered the bucking Princess of the Moon her room so she could get railed by an alien.

This weeks friendship report was going to be horrible.

The creaking upstairs quickens, getting louder, as do the voices.

That would be a problem for later. She needed another coffee. And a plan for a new problem that just arrived.

Anondus, the Spent / Twilight, the Questioning Things / Princess Luna, the Feeling Quite Rejuvenated
The three sat around Twilights kitchen table again, the glow of the early morning peering in through the windows. Rather than their previous trifecta, Luna sat directly beside Anondus, nuzzling his cheek with her snout, the two sat across from Twilight. A light breakfast was sat in front of each of them, and Anondus' clothes were cleaned, handled last night in an attempt to stay distracted, considering Twilight couldn't fall asleep. The Morning wasn't Luna's normal hours, but this was hardly a normal situation.

Twilights eyes are half-closed, bags under them. Some of her mane is frazzled. There's an odd smell in the living room.

Luna is practically glowing, her fur radiating a healthy sheen. The smile hasn't left her lips--nor has she left Anondus' side.

Anondus looks skinnier, drained, even. But happy. Luna is floating the spoon of breakfast cereal to his mouth for him.

"We are most appreciated of both your assistance, and your cooperation in these matters, Twilight Sparkle. We will provide a most glowing review of your help to our dear sister." Luna hums.

"I... actually, Princess Luna. I'd rather you didn't." Twilight mutters. This draws both Lunas and Anondus' attention, who look to the Plorse.

"Is everything alright, Twilight? We did not overstep, did we? We know that we are not our sister--" Luna starts, sounding concerned.

"N-no, not that." Twilight refutes, bringing silence to the table.

She nervously taps her hooves together, trying to muster some kind of courage. A deep breath, and she finally speaks up.

"Could, uh... I watch next time?"