Leave Room For Anon

Anon E. Muss| The Royal Baths, Crystal Castle

Well, the sheer amount of stairs in the castle was at least going to keep Anon fit.

The thing was built more like a thick tower than a castle. Stairs in the struts to get in, first floor, second, third... okay, not as many floors as one might expect, but still. So what if they loved huge ceilings? Make an elevator. You guys have magic. Just make a hole and a flat rock that floats up and down.

... That was totally doable. No way it wasn't. He'd run the idea by Twilight later.

He peruses the second floor for a little bit, before finally finding it. (He only had to ask like, 3 different staff ponies. No, he didn't keep getting lost.) Seriously, if they could get water up here, they could get ponies up and down without stairs.

It's grand, in a quaint way. Very reminiscent of the Private Dining Room. A solid, swirling archway denotes its entrance, carved and jutting from the wall itself. Large curtains providing decoration, a pair of fountains on each side. They're styled like... weird, wispy ponies with very out of place, horse-skull like heads. Water pours out from their mouths, collecting into the bowl they stand over.

... How oddly out of place, and likely holding no potential for foreshadowing at all. Anon very much does not make a mental note to check the second floor more thoroughly for Sombra-shit later.

Ignoring the odd decor, and forever trying to ignore how literally everything was made of crystals, Anon pushes inside -- past the sturdy doors, curtains became the dividers, with curving walls to impart privacy for those entering. This bath specifically was for the Royalty, so hopefully they'd take no issue to him using it. It might be the only one in the area that would fit him and his lanky, human ass anyway.

And before you ask, yes, Anon has been washing himself. There's a bathhouse a few streets down. He just doesn't feel like walking all that way, this time. And maybe, he wants some privacy, Celestia's fat sun-ass forbid.

Inside, he can hear running water, akin to a waterfall past the divider walls. Heavenly, to the ears. Said walls host a few baskets, for depositing ones personals, and a pile of towels if need be. Anon starts to undress, slipping off his shoes, unbuckling pants, unbuttoning shirt, working his arm through... his...

He pauses, squinting. His eyes and ears have both noticed something.

There's a voice, quietly rising and falling every few moments. The bath seems to be occupied. That's what his ears tell him. Drat.

His eyes tell him who it is... recognizing the collection of lighter royal regalia gently collected in one of the baskets. Shoes, neck piece with the funny name, and a crown. That's Cadance's stuff.

Well, makes sense, the Royal is in the Royal Bath. Tsking, Anon starts to redress, deigning himself to another trip to the bathhouse.

"Oh, come on... I'm so close... come... on!" Anon hears over the wall. That gets a pause out of him. Close to what?

...Against his better judgement (not really, he just wishes he kept a bandana in his back-pocket) Anon hunches down, listening to the sounds, while trying to make none of his own.

Breathy gasps. The water splashes a fair amount, at regular intervals. Mutterings, between the sounds of the bath.

Oh, she's...

Okay, even Anon (this time) isn't that dense. He realizes he's doubly intruding, on a likely very personal moment. Extra carefully, he absolutely fucking biffs putting his shoes back on like a grade-A nutwad, and knocks the stack of baskets over. Cadance's royal, gold regalia isn't exactly quiet as it impacts the crystal floor.

The voice stops. Anon freezes. Fuck.

"...Hello?" Cadance calls out.

Well, better own up before she puts a hole in the wall to see whose trying to snoop on the FUCKING PRINCESS.

"Sorry, Cadance -- just me. Anon. Didn't realize the bath was occupied. Don't mind me, I'll, uh... come back later." Anon quickly rambles, now scrambling to collect his clothes--

"No!" She quickly shouts, a louder splash being made. Anon freezes.
"I-- I mean, no, you don't have to. It's, uh... I..." Cadance starts to mumble.

"I can't hear you too well over the water, Princess." Anon calls back, holding stock-still. Braced for inevitable smiting. He had a good run. Maybe he'd die quickly, before shame saturated him.

"...Can you come in here? Please?" She asks, barely audible.

...

Anon bites his lip, internally debating. About what? ... He wasn't sure yet. This just felt like something that needed to be pre-loaded with a sufficient amount of worry. Right now, he was kind of just happy she didn't punch a hole through the wall, and him, so he was sliding a bit of that towards himself to balance things out.

"Anon? I... I need to talk to you about something. Are you still there?" She asks again.

Her fucking voice trembles. Alright, whatever the fuck it is, he's not sitting here listening to that. Half-undressed, and bracing himself, Anon slowly steps around the wall.

Anon E. Muss, Princess Cadance | The Royal Baths, Crystal Castle

The proper Royal Bath itself is a sizable, round room, braced with crystalline pillars. Several levels hoof-carved into the floor provide a form of both table and seating, as the very center of the room, completely circular, is an equally sizable, steaming bath. Water pours from the ceiling above, gentling sprinkling down. The Crystals that form this was are remarkably similar to stone, providing that almost-antiquated bathhouse feel, but the engravings and embossing that trail the entire room elevate it to be worthy of a Crystal Noble.

There's a few baskets of toiletries, towels, and so forth. And most notably... a soaked Cadance, her mane wet and down, staring at Anon with wide, worried eyes.

Her face is also notably flush. And she's, as best she can, trying to hide a... Anon is presuming that to be a 'toy', behind herself. She sits half-submerged in the water.

Funny enough, if he had a nickel (guess that'd just be a bit, now) for every time he walked in on someone cranking it... he'd have two nickels. The other one was Pinkie Pie, funny enough. He's not gonna get into that story now.

"...Hey, Cadance. Sorry if I'm... intruding?" He offers sheepishly, shrugging.

"No, no. You're as welcome to use these baths as I. I... I'm sorry for asking you inside, while I'm still here, but I feel... like I need to be honest with you, Anon." She sighs, glancing down and seemingly steeling herself.

... Was she gonna admit to being gay, too? Oh, shit -- was she a dude in disguise? That'd be a crazy turn of events.

"Yeah, sure Princess. I'm the secret keeper." Anon nods. He was quickly acclimating, now that his complete and total destruction and/or annihilation wasn't going to be an outcome. "Mind if I...?" He gestures to the open side of the bath.

"Oh! Of course. Please." She nods, returning the gesture.

...Does he get naked for this now that she's here, or is that weird? They're always naked. She's... technically naked. Even moreso than usual, with all her fancy little gold baubles off.

Yeah, fuck it. Anon quickly fumbles around to take off what little he's still wearing... Cadance is staring hard. Was this the right move? Well, too late now. He tosses his clothes vaguely towards the door, before slipping into the water. Oh, that is warm. That's nice. He can't help but groan, sinking in right up to his shoulders.

Cadance smiles, hiding it behind a hoof.
"Glad you're enjoying it. It's one of my favorite places to go, when I need..." She starts to mumble.

"Mh?" Anon grunts. "Didn't catch that."

Cadance sighs.
"I... we are keeping Shining's secret, correct?"

Pfft. Which one. Wait, don't say that.
"Uh... yeah? Something the matter?" Anon asks, easily (barely) avoiding ousting Shining.

"Can... I share a secret with you? One I have not told anypony else?" Cadance continues. She's... wow, she looks nervous. Oh, she's totally a dude in disguise. That's his bet, locking it in.

"Of course. That's why I'm here, Princess." Anon 'hups', leaning against the side of the bath, letting his confidence brim again. Engage Mister Therapy.

She nods solemly, taking a slow inhale.
"As you know, Anon, I am the Princess of Love."

"Right." Anon affirms. She sure was.

"Which... can be interpreted in a few ways." Cadance continues, gesturing with a hoof.

Anon nods. Made sense.
"Sure, like the other Princesses have a few more vague interpretations based off their relations to the Sun and Moon."

Cadance hums in agreement.
"Like... fertility. That's an obvious one."

"Of course." Anon agrees.

"But... there's one problem." Cadance sighs.

"...Right. And what would that be? Is that the secret?" Anon prods, guessing.

"It is." Cadance affirms, glancing away.

Small silence, peppered only by trickling water, and the lofty floating of steam. In no rush and not intending to push, Anon gives her room to let her proceed at her own pace.

"...How familiar are you with how Ponies..." Cadance starts, biting her lip.

"Fuck?" Anon offers.

"I'm unfamiliar." Cadance shakes her head.

"...Buck." Anon tries. Judging by the new wave of red that hits the flush of her cheeks, he was right. "Fuck is like, the human version of that little word."

"Good to know. Yes, how Ponies... 'Fuck', as you might say." Cadance repeats.

"Uh... weiner in bagogo, standard stuff, pretty similar to how humans do it. I think." Anon ruminates. That about covers it, as crass as it may be.

Cadance snickers.
"Right. Well... how do your species handle... 'being in the mood'?"

"Uh..." Anon hums, tapping his chin. "Women have cycles that vary their fertility rates... but generally, humans are down to visit bone town whenever they're in the mood. We're a pretty ready-to-go species."

Somehow, her cheeks get even more flushed.
"...Truly?"

"Yep."

"So... are you..."

"Hm? Oh, not really. I mean, I could be... but I'm not. It's not something you need to tiptoe around, it's pretty normal for humans and doesn't really affect us." Anon explains.

"Ah. So your kind don't quite get as... 'into it' as others might." Cadance theorizes.

"Oh, no, we're absolute horn dogs when we're in the mood." Anon retorts. Wait, how did they even get to talking about this kind of stuff? Right, tangent from a question.

"...Hoh. Really." She huffs softly. "How... I'm sorry, never mind." Cadance quickly recovers, looking away.

"Princey-poo, ask me whatever you want. I was only worried earlier because I thought you were gonna blast me for walking in on you. If we're chilling like this, I'll talk to you about... pretty much anything. I don't have a TMI filter." Anon retorts, waving a wet hand around.

"Are you certain?" Cadance reaffirms.

"Eeyup." Big Anon grunts.

"How... long, does your kind last?" Cadance boldly fields, shifting a little closer.

Straight to the juicy stuff, huh. Fair -- he'd ask the same kind of shit.
"Depends on the mood, and if the guy is trying to last." Anon shrugs. "Anywhere from... well, if we're going crass, I've jumped between five minutes to an hour before while cranking it. Just kind of depends."

Cadance's jaw is slack, hanging open.
"An... hour."

"Shit, sometimes two -- but those days are rare. Gotta be fiending for one of those nights." Anon nods.

Cadance takes a moment to recover, blinking away some very not-so-prudent thoughts.
"Good to... know."

Another small silence, Anon simply soaking. Unbothered. Not moisturized, but content.

Cadance fidgets.
"I ask because... well, are you familiar with heat?"

Anon glances back up, nodding.
"Sure. Some earth animals have that as their cycle."

"Ah, good. Well..." Cadance trails off.

"Oh, shit -- are you in yours? It a bad one or something?" Anon asks, concerned, but quickly backpedals. "Uh -- probably a bit personal of a question. Was that too much?"

Cadance simply bites her lip. Hard. She's distracted by something, stifling down a small gasp.
"That's... my secret, that I wanted to tell you, Anon. I'm always in heat."

...It's time for Anon to stifle some emotions. She's what?

"...Always? Twenty-Four Seven? Every minute of every day?" Anon follows up, now leaning forward in potentially morbid curiosity. Heat was, at it's most barebones summary, just being stupid fucking horny for a short period.

But she was... always in her heat? Cadance only nods. He can see her hind legs rub together under the water.

"So... every time I, say... gave you a massage, or rustled your mane..." He starts, but Cadance quickly follows it up.

"Mmhm. Each time you put your hands on me... that day in the Throne room, teaching myself and Shining behavioral subtleties? Agony." Cadance quickly affirms.

"Oh, fuck. Wait -- so every time you... 'excuse yourself', you..." Anon continues.

Cadance slowly reveals the toy she'd been hiding in the water, wordlessly. Anon sits back against the slump of the bath, interlocking fingers. Alright. So...

Shining was Gay, but not actually gay, but a Mare in disguise, pretending to be a dude, but a gay dude. And Cadance was fucking Horny, every minute of every day.

"...Did that kick in when you became the Princess?"

Cadance nods, recalling old memories.
"It was slow at first. I thought it was just natural urges... but it never went away. I'm always in heat, Anon. Every meeting, every conversation, every interaction... Half of my Princess training became building my Willpower to hold myself over, and learning how to... handle it, myself. Only Auntie Tia knows."

...Her Nightmare Moon mode would be one crazy upturn that no-pony would be expecting. A big, evil, horny mega-mare.
"There's, uh... probably not much to be done for it, huh?" Anon prods.

Cadance shakes her head, sighing, sinking into the water.
"Handling it helps mute it, for a time... but ever since you arrived, it's been unbearable."

...

"What?" Anon coughs, realizing.

Cadance's eyes widen, and she quickly scrambles back.
"Sorry, I meant, uh -- that you... uh..."

She visibly deflates, nearly sinking entirely under the water. It was kind of weird, to see her demeanor break like this.

Anon purses his lips.
"...Was that a confession, or a badly handled way of trying to say I'm accidentally making you really fucking horny?"

She mutters something, but only bubbles floating to the surface answer.

"Didn't catch that." Anon shrugs.

Cadance slowly rises out of the water, bracing herself.
"...Both...?" She states -- it starts firm, but quickly folds into a question.

...Hm. He'd never really thought of a pony that way... Ha, imagine actually saying that. Fuck no, he's thought of these things plenty. They're naked and waving flank around everywhere. Staunch speciesism can only last so long before one folds.

And Cadance had a lot to distract him with. ...He's feeling emboldened. He's feeling...

He'll blame it on some vague love-aura from the Princess for now.
"...Princess." Anon states simply. She flinches, staring.

"Can I... ask you to do a little spin?" Anon floats.

Cadance blinks several times. Definitely not how she was expecting things to go, based off her reaction.

"...Okay." She nods, slowly rising. She stands in the shallower part of the bath, fur still soaked, mane still fully down from the water.

And, with a nervousness he hasn't seen from her before... she does a little spin, plodding in place.

It's nothing sultry or overtly saucy, but...

Celestia was the resident mega-ass. Luna had a more lithe build, but her rare Alicorn size still gave her some assets.

Cadance was... well, like she said, Princess of Fertility. Wide hips. Wide ass. She outclasses Luna hard, despite being near the same height. Shit, she nearly caught up to Celestia. Sturdy legs.

Very feminine features. She even had that exaggerated chest, her barrel and chest-fur (when it was dry) combo-ing to form a vague bust. Beautifully sleek jaw, with natural eyelashes that just did not quit. She finishes her little spin, the water gently lapping as she turns to face Anon.

"Well, Princess... I think, as your designated Advisor, Therapist, and... Masseuse, I can keep your secret." Anon affirms, crossing his arms.

Cadance sighs, nodding in relief.
"Thank you, Anon. It's... nice being able to tell somepony. Sometimes, the feelings just get too..."

"...Do the little things really kick it off that hard?" Anon questions.

"I was watching you, with Shining outside. The way you... well, stallion-handled those guards." Cadance mumbles.

"And that did something for you?"

"Buck, Anon, I've been trying to cum since I saw you pick up those two guards at the same time." Cadance bluntly states, stamping a hoof.

Woop. Anon makes a surprised expression, Cadance quickly realizing her slip. She groans, burying her face in her hooves.

Shit, if it was so bad that even Cadance was slipping...

...

You know, he wasn't exactly... not into this. The original plan had been to get Cadance and Shining some of their own private 'help' behind the scenes. But doing it himself?

Cadance was quite the mare.

... Yeah, fuck it.

"What, didn't stay long enough to watch me scoop up Shining?" Anon snorts.

She perks up, ears twitching.

"Could probably do the same to you, honestly... sure, you're heftier in the flank, but that just gives me something to grab onto." Anon continues, quietly inspecting one of his hands.

Cadance chuffs out her nostrils.
"...Anon."

"Hm? Oh, yes Princess?" Anon grins.

She's breathing heavily, staring at him.
"I..."

"Would you like some help, Princess?" Anon offers. He slowly reclines, spreading his legs, taking a relaxed position. Exposing himself quite flirtatiously, drawing her eyes.

His answer comes in the form of a ravenous Cadance who practically shudders in reaction, before pouncing his lap, slamming her face to his.

The bath splashes loudly as she nearly slams against him, wrapping her hooves around his shoulders.

She stares at his face hard, panting heavily. Her wings awkwardly flutter, not quite furled in, not quite shot out, trembling with anticipation.
"This isn't... this isn't bad of us, is it?"

"I don't think so..." Anon groans. The water was helping, but God damn, she was heavy. Must be all that flank.
"We already had plans for a... consort or something for you and Shining. Just, uh... didn't expect it to be me?"

Cadance presses her nose to his. It's like... even just this physical contact is doing something for her, the way she's breathing so heavily, chest heaving.
"You're... I know this might be a little fast, but I haven't been able to keep you out of my mind, Anon."

"Aw, I'm flattered. It's not just because I basically feel you up every few days with those designated massages, right?" Anon chuckles. He can feel her wings slowly furl around him, pulling herself in tighter. She's straddling his lap, his bare, trembling member pressed against the soft fur of her underbelly, both of them partially submerged.

"That... definitely didn't help. But no, I... I think we get along really well. Really, really well. I... could this be something?" Cadance asks. Her tone continually gets quieter, nearing a whisper as she gets closer and closer.

"If you want it to be, Princess, sure. I won't lie and say I'm not interested... and I suppose my proximity makes 'helping' easier. Its one thing to manage a secret relationship, but... honestly, you have some insane self control. Twenty-four seven heat? No idea how you do it." Anon affirms, letting one of his hands firmly grasp her flank, giving it a squeeze.

She makes a dangerously throaty purr, trembling.
"I masturbate. A lot. Daily." She states bluntly, the toy thrown aside helping make that clear.
"As a Princess, I... can't really have casual relationships. And the last time I properly pursued someone... well, Shining looks at you more than he does me." She snorts, shaking her head.

"...Well, it definitely won't be a standard relationship. But, maybe after this... and your head is a little clearer... we can talk about things? Figure it out?" Anon offers, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her chest.

Cadance bites her lip, tightening her grasp around him.
"...By my Aunt, Anon, I want you. You've been teasing me since I bucking met you. Can we save the words for later?"

By her aunt. Ha.
"...Sure. How do you want to do this?"

Anon finds himself shoved backwards, emerging from the water as he's sprawled on the Crystal floor beside the bath. Any confusion is quickly cleared up, and Cadance wraps her hooves around his hips, positioning her face inches from his member.

Her eyes are wide, breath hot against it.
"I... thought the idea was to help you with your heat?" Anon asks.

"Anon, can you shut up and let me suck your bucking dick?" Cadance retorts bluntly, leaning to stare at him past his cock.

... Shit, alright candy-ass. Anon makes a zipper motion over his lips, putting his arms behind his head.

She refocuses, letting her nose touch the tip. She takes a long moment to simply.. inspect it, before muttering to herself.
"...Why are you so thick?" She mumbles, before dragging her tongue along and up his member.

Holy shit, she has a long tongue. Like, horses and ponies have tongue, sure.

But she just licked his base, from the tip.

And now the tongue is wrapping around his member.

She's jerking him with her tongue, her ungodly plush lips pressing against the tip, sucking the head.

"...How many toys have you practiced this on?" Anon asks.

She smacks his leg, before redoubling her efforts. It's like she's fighting her own tongue, working herself further and further down his length, until her snout is smashing against his hips.

This is some toe-curling hose through a golfball shit. No, golf hole through a ball. No...

Shit man, this head so crazy he can't think straight.

He idly runs his hand into her mane, grasping the base of her head, pushing her down. She makes a startled 'Mmph?!', Anon pushing himself in as deep as her throat will allow. The size difference between them makes her throat bulge out a fair bit, Cadance choking softly. The moment she realized what he was doing, she started pushing herself down on it.

Finally, she sputters free, coughing, Anon's slobbered member slapping against his stomach. Cadance leans back, hoof to her chest as she gasps for air.

Anon's head is rolled back, staring upward. Good lord.
"That was... damn, Princess."

"Buck, I think I came." Cadance mutters.

"W-what? Really?" Anon questions, sitting up. From that?

"That was... really bucking hot, Anon. Can you keep going?" She questions turning her hungry gaze back to him.

"I... didn't cum yet." Anon shrugs.

Cadances eyes widen. She glances around, muttering to herself.

Anon watches, sitting on the edge of the bath, legs still shaking, watching the Princess.

She meanders around, indecisive about something. He enjoys the way she shifts around in thought.

Finally, she seems to settle on something. She goes to the opposite edge of the bath, puts her front legs up on the lip... and sticks her flank up.

Her tail drifts to the side, revealing a positively soaked marehood.

Did it just wink at him? That's new.

Cadance looks over her own shoulder, wings spread for balance. She's panting heavily, her face still stained with her own saliva, and Anon's pre.
"...Mount me? Please?"

Anon stumbles from the Royal Bath, hastily dressed. Not much Bathing had occurred...

She put the worship in cock worship. Anon felt like the King, not the Advisor. And that was before she turned around. God damn, could she arch her back. More like the Princess of Fuck-Me Eyes. She was lethal with those big, purple pools.

It's a good thing the waterfall was loud, because it had sounded like a standing ovation in there. Alright, he needed to... what task did he have to do? Something about... reviewing paperwork. Anon hear's the light tapping of hooves on the crystal floor behind him.

...And a magic glow tugging at his belt. He glances over his shoulder. A still entirely-soggy, completely wet Cadance stands just inside the doorway, her horn glowing softly.

And there go those fuck-me eyes again, half-lidded and staring out, partially hidden under her mane. She bites her lip, leaning against the doorframe as she tries to stop her legs from wobbling. Anon quickly glances up and down the hall. Nopony, nobody.

"...Again?" He whispers.

Cadance nods quickly, horn glowing brighter.

Shit, she was voracious -- Anon finds himself pulled back into the baths, wrapped in the embrace of a very affectionate Princess.

By the time he gets free, it's already time for dinner, the four meeting in the Private Dinner Room again, as usual. Both Shining and Twilight seem confused as to why Anon looks so exhausted. Cadance, in contrast, looks entirely refreshed, practically beaming as she picks at her food.

"Training hit you a little harder than expected, Anon?" Shining teases, laughing.

Cadance side-eye's Anon, smiling softly.

... No, your wife's fat-ass flank hitting me against the bath walls is what hit me a little harder than expected, Anon snorts to himself.

Can't say that.

Anon just groans and nods, exhausted.

Cadance pats him on the back with a wing.