>Be Anon

>Goin to sleep after a long day of being single

>mfw

>Eventually drift off to sleep.

>Wake up

>Realize that human Celestia and Luna are on top of you

>naked

>In Celestia's Royal Bedroom.

>They realize you're awake

>"good morning, love" Celestia says, before kissing your cheek.

>Luna just smiles and snuggles into your chest.

What do?

> Oh holy shit. That kiss felt uncomfortably real. Play it cool, man. Act like you're halfway confident.

> You force a smile for the gorgeous woman on your arm.

"Morning to you too."

> Wow, that was lame.

> Celestia doesn't seem to notice, however, and instead looks over to a grandfather clock in the corner of the room.

> With an overdramatic sigh, she reluctantly pulls away from your limp hold and slips out of the bed, standing up and revealing her full, supermodel levels of glory. Even then, supermodel seemed like a weak comparison.

> Celestia walks towards the large wardrobe at the end of the room. Every stride of her long legs are perfectly spaced and unearthly graceful.

> She looks back to you, noticing your stare. Her mouth forms a smirk as she resumes walking, this time with the slightest sway in her hips.

> You barely managed to tear your eyes away from the captivating site to look down at the other woman dosing contently on your chest.

> You need to get out of here and so everything out. Immediately.

"Luna..."

> You whisper, pulling up your fake confidence again and hoping you didn't do something wrong.

"Comon, it's time to get up."

> The indigo-haired beauty cracks open one eye and looks at you with a frown. Shit. Is Luna nocturnal?

> "But we don't wanna..." she quietly whines. "We, er, I was sleeping so well..."

> Dodged the bullet.

> "Come now, sister. Let Anon up. We all have things to do today," a now bra and pantie clad Celestia says as she digs through the large wardrobe. "The fickle crowd waits for no one, not even their rulers."

> Luna huffs any irritation before also pulling herself out of your arms and standing.

> Whereas Celestia is the personification of voluptuous and mature, Luna still held onto many youthful traits. She looks no older than twenty when she is likely much older.

> The younger sister marches toward the wardrobe, grumpily mumbling to herself as she does so.

> Now free, you sit up and scan the room.

> Across from you is an open door that looks like it leads to a bathroom. Perfect.

> You rise out of the Royal sized bed, noting that you're currently nude, and that there are stains here and there on the otherwise pristine sheets.

> A flush rises to your face. Did you and they actually..?

> You look away from the bedspread.

> Both Celestia and Luna seem preoccupied with trying to choose an outfit for the day, leaving you to yourself for an unknown amount of time.

> Bending down, you pick up a pair of pants that look like they are yours to make a beeline towards the open door the bathroom.

"Grabbing a shower real quick!"

> You say over your shoulder, getting a pair of acknowledgments in return.

> Inside the huge bathroom, you shut the door behind you and lock it before looking around.

> Just like the bedroom, the entire space is huge, lavish, and immaculate. Whoever designed the royal quarters probably makes more money in a week than you do in a year.

> Well, maybe that's a bit of an understatement. It's not like you made much...

> There's both a polished marble standing shower easily big enough for five people and a tub the size of a small swimming pool.

> With a sigh, you place the wrinkled pants in your grip down near the white and gold sink. You then grab a towel off of a rack against the wall and make your way towards the shower.

> On the way, you pass the full body mirror set into the wall and stop to take a look at yourself.

> To your total surprise...you're exactly the same as you remember.

> Really, you were expecting anything else.

> You blink. You've always been pretty average. Not overweight, but not thin either. Your height is equally unassuming. You were always around eye level with most of your friends.

> Doing a few full-bodied turns, you find nothing out of place.

> Shit's just getting weirder and weirder.

> Finally arriving at the shower, you turn it on and begin cleaning yourself, letting your thoughts wander as you do so.

> Your first thought is how to get out of this situation. But where to even begin?

> Everything was fine and dandy just the night before. You had an uneventful day at work, spent a few hours at the bar with some coworkers, watched an episode of My Little Pony like the closet horsefucker you are, and then went home and went to bed.

> Next thing you know, you wake up in someone else's bed covered in royal pussy.

> They had called you by name, though. If you're an accidental bodysnatcher, there's no way that a body that looks eerily like yours also has the same and rather unusual name as you.

> Still on autopilot, you hardly notice the lock of the bathroom door clicking, before the door itself swings open.

> This can't be a dream, is it? If so, this is the most vivid one you've ever had.

> You growl and shake your head, sending half washed out suds to splatter against the wall.

> Freaking out and calling this a dream might be the worst thing you can do. You have to [spoiler]react reasonably.[/spoiler]

> The shower door opens.

> You take no notice.

> First off, you need to find out who you are and what exactly your relationship to the Princess' is.

> "Anon?"

> It takes all your willpower to not flinch and yelp sudden voice behind you

> Turning as quickly as you can without slipping on the wet floor, you find Celestia, once again nude and eyeing you with concern.

"Celestia?! What are you doing here?"

> "Oh my. Only one night and my prince already tires of me," she teases, melodramatically putting a hand to her forehead. "How can I ever hope to go on?"

> Her mischievous smile melts away and is once again replaced with concern. "You seemed a little... off, dearest. Luna and I didn't push this on to you too fast, did we?"

> Think fast! She gave you just enough to work with.

"What? No no no! Not at all! Everything is still just sinking in," you say, purposely being vague. "I'm sorry if I worried either of you. It's just..."

> Celestia's face softens as she moves closer, hooking her arms around your neck. "Just what?"

> Finish her! Something sweet to deflect suspicion.

"... How did I end up with either of you?"

> Nailed it. And not a totally unwarranted question either.

> "Anon..." her hands find their way to either side of your face, pulling your gaze down to hers.

> Idly, you note that Celestia is about an inch shorter than you.

> "You shouldn't be the one asking that..."

> Soft, pillowy lips press against yours, sending a tingling bolt of electricity down your spine.

> It just as quick as the sensation came, it was gone.

> "Now," the Princess begins, pulling her smiling face away from your shocked one, "enough with all the heavy topics. I know that this will be a little tough for you, but Luna and myself will be at your side the entire time."

> Her smile becomes mischievous. "So, Mr. Prince, care to help your Princess wash? Or are you wanting to get 'dirty' again?"

> You blink, suddenly registering the feeling of soft, wet breasts against your chest.

> The erection you're poking her thigh with is not helping either.

> You have no pockets, and you must spaghetti.

"Er, well, I mean... yes? Yes! To, uh, getting cleaned up I mean...Not-"

> Is there even a right answer to this shit?

> The sun princess lets out a dainty giggle, thankfully cutting off your awkward rambling. "Such a gentleman, Anon. Going so far for his princess without asking for a reward."

> She turns and swipes a wash rag off of the shelf in the shower holding all the shampoos and body washes. She then tosses it over her shoulder, letting you catch it.

> Without turning back around, Celestia leans back into your chest, trapping your manhood between your front and her luscious rump.

> She looks over her shoulder to you, amethyst eyes sparkling with mischief. "Care to start?"

> Panic.

> Good God fucking above. Celestia just asked you to run your hands all over her.

> We are getting into harem animu levels of crazy bullshit and you've only been awake for an hour.

"S-sure! Of course! I mean, I would be kind of a, um, bad... Something if I didn't."

> Spaghettimancy leveled up to 45.

> You blindly grab a bottle off of the shampoo shelf and reach your arms around the woman leaning on to you, then apply a decently large dollop of body wash to the rag.

> Your nerves get the best of you, making you freeze up and causing your hands to shake just the smallest amount.

> "Well?" Your lover(?) asks.

> You're sure that half the reason you have this boner is sheer fear.

> Come on. Where did all that confidence from earlier go?

> Oh yeah, that was just a load of BS.

> Steadying your hands, you scrub the body wash into the rag to form thick suds, then start the awkward torture on the Princess' flat stomach.

> As you halfway expected, you feel firm muscle hidden under a paper-thin layer of fat as your hands clean the flawless skin above it.

> Your soap covered hands slowly moved towards her sides, where you press just a bit harder into the soft flesh.

> Celestia's eyes close as she lets out a sigh of contentment. Her shoulders and back relax against you.

> She can't possibly be enjoying this, is she?

> Giving the beautiful woman a quick once over, you find numerous signs of satisfaction. The closed eyes, small smile, and rapidly draining tension are only a few.

> Maybe you can get out of this without making yourself look like a total fool?

> Emboldened with the positive reaction, you smirk and let your hands slowly shift upward...

> ...Only to freeze once your nerves fail you again. This time less than an inch from a prize that any sane man would commit atrocities for.

> Do it, faggot. Channel your inner YOLO.

> Your hands continue upward with painfully slow speed. Each second seems like an hour as you expect to either wake up, or for the beauty in your arms to suddenly turn on you.

> But that moment never comes to pass. Finally, your hands cup the softest, roundest, most perfect breasts that you had ever seen.

> And now, felt.

> Celestia tenses, and for a brief moment, you thought you were going to be knocked through the wall. Once again, you find your fears are unfounded if the delighted noise Celestia makes in the back of her throat was any indicator.

> 'Smooth' didn't even begin to describe the mounds you now hold. It's as if someone took fine silk and gave it the warmth and pliability of skin totally free from blemishes. Even then, that felt like a poor comparison.

> Holy hell you're actually doing this.

> You move up further, splaying your fingers out to touch as much as you can.

> The Princess squirms slightly, but makes no noise.

> As you gently knead body wash into the royal teats, you feel her nipples stiffen and poke upward in excitement.

> She shivers and bites her lip, gingerly grinding herself onto your near painfully sensitive arousal.

> Feeling even more bold, you take a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and gently tweak the still raised nubs.

> You almost didn't hear the gasp over the running water.

> With your fear all but gone, your left hand slowly snakes itself downward towards yet another treasure that other men can only dream of.

> "D-dear me! So forward!" Celestia over-dramatically breathes out, trying to hide her anticipation with a teasing tone. "I swore that I would resist your advances, you vile man. Yet here you are, trying to sully me if place you're supposed become clean, not filthy!"

> God almighty you could not possibly get any harder.

> She wiggles in place, rubbing you and ALL the right places, letting out a few quiet giggles as she does so. "What are you waiting for?" She asks while leaning her head back onto your shoulder, lips hardly an inch away from your ear. "Make me feel like a woman."

> You are Anonymous. General good-for-nothing that never outgrew his awkward phase.

> And you're going to make this Princess limp out of here.

> You grin without stopping your current ministrations. If being like... well, THIS was this easy, then you've been missing out on a lot.

"I can't very well ignore such a demand from my..."

> You pause and lean down, planting a kiss on Celestia's exposed neck.

"Princess, now can I?"

> One of her hands rise to your face, her delicate fingers gripping your chin and turning your head to hers. You get only a second's notice before her lips attached themselves to yours needily.

> Her tongue pokes at the outside of your lips hesitantly, as if asking if this was too much.

> Your open mouth as her answer.

> She darts in, only to quickly retreat once her tongue brushes yours.

> Oh no. No getting away that easy.

> Your own tongue find its way into her mouth, where she finally decides to fight back.

> Only halfway focusing on the kiss, you return your attention elsewhere. Specifically, down south.

> The fingers on your left hand, which have been idly tracing her hot entrance, casually hooked upward, right into...

> *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!*

> You and Celestia break off the kids to look at the bathroom door where the knocking noise came from.

> "Princess? It's almost time to raise the sun! Please hurry along now."

> Celestia's incredulous expression morphs into a scowl that looks decidedly out of place on her. "Grimsley. Leave it to him to show up at this exact moment."

> Grimsley? Who the fuck is Grimsley?

> No wait, better question. Is the Castle infirmary nearby? Because you are about to send this asshole to it.

> The Princess reluctantly pulls away, leaving you with the nastiest case of blue balls you had ever experienced.

> *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!*

> "Princess! We have less than ten minutes to go!"

> The sour look on Celestia's face only worsens as she steps out of the shower. With a snap of her fingers, a golden light envelops her and leave her perfectly dry.

> "One moment, Grimsley!" She yells through the door. "Unless you wish to see me unclothed, that is."

> She gets indignant sputtering and return.

> Turning to look at you, she gives you an apologetic look that says everything.

> You just sigh, and crank the cold knob on the shower all the way up.

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> When you finally exit the bathroom, both Luna and Celestia seem to have left, leaving you to your lonesome in the enormous room.

> Looking around, you spy everything that you would expect of quarters fitting royalty. A massive wardrobe with a smaller one next to it, the four poster bed that could easily fit ten people, and ornate vanity, a large fireplace that looks as if it's been recently used, and a large bookshelf filled to the brim. Personal effects of the princesses are littered here and there about the room as well.

> Taking a look at the fireplace mantle, which holds several framed pictures, there are plenty of Celestia and other people you don't recognize. One in particular looks like Celestia and a young human Twilight who looks no older than ten. Both have beaming smiles. Another one appears to have be a teenaged Cadence and the sun Princess, both of them making silly poses.

> There are a few of Luna, most of which almost always have Celestia along in them.

> One in particular catches your attention, however.

> It's you, Celestia, and Luna.

> You're in the center, a hammy grin on your face as you hold each of the women closely to you with an arm around either of their arm waists.

> To your left, Luna is smiling brightly, holding you and what you assume is a hug if the arm around your front is anything to go by.

> On the right is Celestia, smiling gently as she leans her head against her shoulder. Both of her hands hold the one you have around her.

> You inspect the picture closely, unable to find a single difference between you and the photograph.

> No. There is no way in hell that the guy in the picture is you. They're just can't be.

> You look at the photograph again, taking note of the man's stance, face, body, and everything in between.

> Five minutes pass. You find nothing.

> Ten minutes. You start to sweat.

> The twenty minutes, you finally give up.

> This is you. Exactly everything is the same.

> You gulp and step back, suddenly overwhelmed. The man in the picture isn't just some doppelgänger. He's YOU.

> Someway, somehow, you and he just... SWAPPED.

> What the actual fuck.

> Is there anything that can even be done for something as outrageous as this? Telling either Celestia or Luna is totally out of the question. Not after what you just tried with Celestia.

> 'Oh hey, just a heads up. I'm actually from a different reality or something and I just look, sound exactly like, and have the same name as the guy you banged last night. No big.'

> The best case scenario there is that you're sent to the nuthouse.

> Worst case? You're sent to the moon and every record of your existence is erased.

> You're not even sure if this Anon knew anyone who might be able to help. Every avenue that you could take for assistance is just a big a crapshoot.

"There's really nothing I can do…"

> You say to yourself, just to reaffirm the reality of your situation.

> Well, maybe there isn't NOTHING you can do. You can learn more about this Anon's life, and hopefully mimic it well enough until you and he swapped back or something else.

> Besides, this can't be so bad. After all, you're in Equestria! Or at least a close parallel of it. Even then, the bastards back on /mlp/ would kill someone to spend even five minutes like this.

> Celestal titties.

> Unf.

> But enough about that. You remember an uncle of yours who gave out some of the most esoteric advice you had ever heard. Once pertaining to this very scenario.

> 'Anny boy, if you ever go to sleep and find yourself somewhere strange when you wake up, read old newspapers. It'll give ya a feel for where you are. This goes triple for dimension hopping and alien abductions.'

> Yeah, uncle Incognito was a weird one, but the things he said were usually sound.

> First on today's list, find out the recent news and hope some of it pertains to yourself...

"Pfft. That sounded really conceited."

> A few knocks sound at the bedroom door. "Prince consort? Breakfast is about to be served," a woman in a maid outfit cracks the door open and peeks inside, "and the princesses are wondering where-!"

> She suddenly stopped talking, her face going red as she practically shoots away and slams the door behind her with a quick "My apologies!" thrown in.

> Why in the world would she..?

> Oh.

> You're still nude, and you were staring intently at a picture of yourself as she walked in.

> You swear you hear someone down the hall say: "does anyone else smell spaghetti?"

> After donning a simple suit from the smaller wardrobe (Which you found to be full of male clothes) and apologizing profusely to the beet red maid in the hallway, you followed her quietly to the dining room.

> You passed a few people in the hallway. Mostly guards and servants who offered polite greetings as they passed. But there was something strange about each one of them.

> Namely, all of them are shorter than you are.

> The guards, both male and female, are toned and fit as soldiers should be, but each one is about a head shorter than you. The tallest one’s head came up only to your eyes.

> The servants seem to be about the same. Maybe a slight bit shorter on average.

> Weird. You’re about the national average of your home. You were never tall, but never short either. Maybe the Anon here was just born like this?

> Another thing to look into.

> The maid finally leads you to a dining room just a stones throw away from the throne room, before bowing and taking her leave.

> So, breakfast with the family, eh?

> You can already feel fates whipping up a fiasco.

> You got this. Just put on your cool face and act like you’re not a man-child.

> The instant you push open the double doors, all eyes in the room are on you.

> You push away the twinge of fear in favor of inspecting the room’s occupants.

> Celestia, seated at the head of the long table, regards you warmly and gestures to the empty seat next to herself.

> Luna, who is across from the empty seat, gives you a look much like her sister’s, albet with much more excitement shining in her eyes.

> You smile in return to the sisters and start towards the empty spot, trying to ignore how loud your own rapid heartbeat is in the silent room.

> As you walk, you look at the other people at the table.

> To your surprise, you see Princess Cadence and Shining Armor at the table, both seated across from one another.

> Maybe the events out at the Crystal Empire haven't taken place yet?

> Cadence gives you a friendly smile, as if you’re some sort of close relative. Considering circumstances, that might be it.

> Her husband on the other hand…

> The guard captain smirks like a weasel, cutting his eyes between the celestial sisters and you. Just as you round the table to take your seat, he silently mouths ‘Dude, nice’.

> You can’t help but smile to yourself.

> And at the opposite head of the table…

> Is a very displeased looking Blueblood.

> ‘Sour’ doesn’t even begin to describe the look on the prince’s face. ‘I ate a whole bag of lemons’ is a much closer comparison. He eyes you with pure distain etched onto his visage, as if hoping you would combust if he glared hard enough.

> Prick.

> “Good morning, Anon!” Luna happily chirps. “You certainly took your time.”

“What can I say?” you ask with a shrug as you seat yourself. “I just got kinda… sidetracked... And good morning to you all as well. ”

> Fake it till you make it.

“I have to say, Luna. You, Celestia, and Cadence all look especially lovely this morning.”

> Not a single tremor in your voice. Hot damn today is off to a good start.

> Luna beams while Celestia and Cadence’s cheeks turn pink.

> “Hey, pal.” Shining speaks up, “cool it with the compliments,” he says with a joking tone.

“What’s wrong, Shining? Jealous? Well, don’t be. No one in the room is more radiant than you are,” you reply with a lopsided smirk.

> The captain holds a hand to his heart and melodramatically swoons, earning giggles from the sisters and facepalm from his wife.

> You decide that Shining is a pretty cool guy.

> “As ‘fun’ as this all seems,” begins Blueblood from his end of the table, “prehaps such tomfoolery should be saved for a more appropriate time?” he asks tersely.

> “Oh come now, Blue.” Celestia says with a wave of her hand. “It seems like mealtimes are the only times we get to sit and speak as a family.”

> Family…

> You wonder how their other Anon is doing, if he did land in your life.

> Is the he out there, in your body? Wondering why he was dragged from a seemingly idyllic life to a single missed paycheck from poverty?

> Wondering why he was dragged away from everything familiar to a world where everything is strange?

> ...Wondering why he went from being surrounded by loved ones, including a pair of adoring princesses, to being totally alone?

> In one fell swoop, your stomach ties itself into a tight knot, forcing your appetite to flee and letting nausea set in.

> The other guy maybe all on his own in your cold, little apartment. Confused and terrified.

> And here you are, chatting with his lively family and awaiting a breakfast fit for royalty.

> “Anon?”

> You jump, your chilling reverie broken by Luna’s voice. Shaking away the unsettling thoughts, you look back up into her worried face.

“Sorry about that. I was sort of lost in thought.”

> The moon princess frowns. “That seemed a little more than ‘lost’. Is there anything any of us can do to help?”

> You force a paper thin smile onto your face.

“Nah. It was nothing. I was just freaking myself out. Thanks for snapping me out of it, though.”

> The indigo haired beauty’s frown does not lessen, but she relents after sharing a look with her sister and lets the conversation drop.

> You let the other idly chat and take in the atmosphere. All the conversation is of little importance. The latest rumor here, a smattering of politics there, with the rare snippy comment from Blueblood. It’s surprisingly… normal.

> As normal as a parallel of Equestria can get, at least.

> After only a few minutes, the dining room doors open again, letting a line of servants carrying covered platters in.

> One platter is set down in front of each of the table’s occupants, including yourself, with with swift and graceful moments on the servant’s parts. The covers over the steaming food are removed with yet another deft, almost synchronised movement for each of the servers before.

> Start to turn in order to thank the woman who set yours out, but she and the others quickly retreat.

> “My lords and ladies,” announces the lead server, a woman in an outfit more decorated than that of her peers. “Breakfast is served.”

> A second later, they’re gone without a sound.

> Everyone digs into their food with the precise, polite decorum you’d expect of a royal family.

> Well, except Shining, who scarfs it like he was starving, much to Cadence’s exasperation.

> You look down at your own plate, finding a small, yet tender looking cut of steak, a pair of eggs, a few slices of toast, and a glass of orange juice.

> All in all, far better than the cold cereal you were expecting yesterday.

> The exquisite food cuts the conversation down to a minimum, and you struggle to not stuff the whole plate done your throat like Shining seemed intent on doing. The eyes of Celestia and Luna constantly traveling to you do wonders for your resolve in that regard.

> Blueblood is the first to excuse himself, claiming to be late to some meeting regarding a tax increase on wine. He departs with a final glare towards you.

> Cadence and Shining both finish their meals before leaving as well, offering good-byes as they left.

> Shining and Cadence, much like most other people you've encountered, stand noticeably shorter than you.

> That just leaves you, Luna, and Celestia.

> WIth nothing else to draw their attention away, both of the sisters focus on you.

> Annnnd there’s the cold sweat from earlier.

> “So, sweetheart,” Celestia begins, obviously referring to you, “what do you think you’ll be doing today?”

“Well…”

> You bite your lip as indecision creeps up on you. Don’t draw a blank now! Think of something!

> This relationship only started recently, right? At least that’s the signal you keep getting from everyone. Go with that.

“...If circumstances allow, I was going to head to the library. Just to read up and get a better feel for, well…”

> You make a vague gesture with your hand.

“This.”

> Luna raises an eyebrow. “Weren’t you going to go get fitted for new clothes?” she asks. “The suit is dashing, but you were saying that your lack of casual ware was going to be a pain. Especially after the whole “conjured bleach” incident down in the washroom…”

> Celestia’s face darkens at the words ‘conjured bleach’. “Yes… lets not speak of that…”

“After, I mean,” you say, taking advantage of Celestia’s input to for a comeback. “First is clothes, then library.”

> Both of the sisters nod, accepting the answer easily.

> “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind if we, er, I accompany you today, Anon?” Luna asks, looking you you with hope in her eyes. “I’ve not much to do until then evening court, honestly.”

> You avert your eyes, wanting to shoot her down out of the fear she’ll find something off with you. But…

> Turning your gaze back to the younger princess, the nerve you had vanishes.

> The look of eager adoration she gives you forces your resolve to crumble. Just like her cartoon pony counterpart, Luna apparently wears her heart on her sleeve. The loves she has for you is totally undisguised.

“Of course!” You say with a strained smile, making Luna’s face light up. “Did you really think I would say no?”

> The moon princess doesn't answer, but her beaming smile tells you everything you need to know.

> A small clock on the wall chimes, it’s hands showing the time to be 8AM.

> Celestia looks over at the timepiece, her usual serene expression fading into annoyance. She stands from the table with a sigh.

> “It looks as if it’s time for me to leave. I can’t keep the morning court waiting forever.”

> Celestia turns to Luna before wrapping the smaller woman in a hug, one that Luna gladly returns.

>“Goodbye, sister. Try not to throttle any of the dunderheads,” Luna jokes, putting a smile back on Celestia’s face.

> The sun princess releases her sister and turns her attention to you.

> You scramble to stand as Celestia approaches. A few curses are hissed under your breath as you almost trip courtesy of the chair legs.

> She walks close, not stopping until the space between you and her is non-existent.

> She hooks her arms around your neck, pulling herself even closer and filling your nose with the gentle scent of vanilla.

> Your arms find their way around her waist as if guided by instinct.

> Without even realizing it, you lean down and capture her soft lips with your own.

> Celestia’s eyes widen in surprise before slowly closing in contentment. Her arms tighten just the slightest bit around you.

> The kiss isn’t heated or passionate, but the woman in your arms pours so much care and affection into the simple gesture that your heart begins to pound like a drum.

> “Ahem!”

> And just like that, the moment is ruined.

> Celestia reluctantly pulls away from you to look behind her at the source if the interruption.

> You look around her to see the intruder as well, not bothering to hide your scowl.

>... Wait, why are you pissed off? Are you really upset that someone stopped you while you were kissing another man’s lover?

> The thought makes the cold feeling from earlier settle in your stomach and the regard the sisters hold you in feel misplaced.

> Looking around Celestia’s head, you see a stoic looking older man dressed in fine clothes, not unlike Edgar Balthazar if said man had a mustache.

> You instantly hate him.

> Celestia puts on a strained smile as she disconnects from you. "Hello, Grimsley."

> Grimsley… This is the guy who turbo cock blocked you.

> You give it your all and more to not let an ugly scowl come to your face.

> The now named Grimsley politely inclines his head. "Your Majesty's... And company," he says, giving you a not-so-subtle look. "I've come to retrieve you, Princess Celestia. The morning court is becoming anxious."

> You glance at the clock.

> It's hardly five minutes after eight.

"Anxious my ass..." You mumble to yourself.

> Celestia sighs and smooths a few imaginary wrinkles from her pure white dress. "I suppose I should hurry." She gives you and Luna a final look. "I shall see you both later."

> Grimsley makes a satisfied sound. "Indeed. Let us be off!"

> The diminutive man turns and walks out of the room at a brisk speed as Celestia follows along with a more sedate pace.

> Once both the butler and the older Princess are out of sight, you snort.

"Prick."

> You say, not even meaning to.

>...Shit. Did you really just say that in front of Luna? Welp. You can already feel a scolding coming your w-

> Luna claps a hand over her mouth and stifles a torrent of laughter. "Ha! So we are not the only one who thinks that!"

> Well, nevermind.

> Once she gets her mirth under control, the moon Princess takes your hand, entwining her fingers with yours and starts off toward the door.

> You blink with surprise, but don't resist.

"So, to the castle tailor?"

> The gorgeous woman holding your hand smiles and nods.

> Luna leads you through the twisting and binding hallways of the castle with practiced ease. You do, however, get the feeling that she's purposely taking a longer path than necessary.

> With all the extra time, you take the chance to really get a good look at the younger of the Royal sisters.

> Much like her pony counterpart, Luna's long hair shimmers and sways in an wind that you can't feel. Tiny motes of light swirl about within, occasionally flying off to only dissipate shortly after.

> Whereas Celestia is only an inch shorter than you, Luna is about a half-a-head below you. It's an excellent fit for her youthful features, you think.

> Luna's skin, you note as you idly rub your thumb across the back of her hand, is pleasantly cool to the touch. It could very well be a part of her affinity to the night.

> You look at her face, noticing that Luna seems preoccupied by running her light blue eyes up and down your form as you and she walked.

> The instant she realizes that you noticed her staring, she turns away with her cheeks burning crimson.

> Your heart skips a beat.

> God damn, that's cute.

> As far as clothing goes, her apparel is rather plain for a princess. A strapless blue dress just a shade lighter than her hair that comes down to her knees.

> "Here we are!"

> Luna's voice pulls you from your thoughts, making you look around and realize that you're now in a totally different part of the Castle.

> The hallway is marked by a few tapestries on the wall, all of them with depictions of seamstresses hard at work. The Hall narrows down to a wooden door near its and, where you can already hear sewing machines.

> Luna releases your hand and walks forward, opening the door without bothering to knock. Considering who she is, you don't really expect that she needs to.

> A myriad of women with countless sewing instruments inhabit the dim room, none of them taking their eyes off of their work despite the unexpected intrusion.

> An older woman with gray hair up in a bun looks up from the ripped trousers she was repairing, taking in the image of Luna without surprise.

> The woman stands from her desk, marching towards Luna with calm, even steps.

> "Highness," she greets with a short nod. "I expect that you're here with the Prince consort in regards to the... Mass wardrobe malfunction from last week?" She asks.

> Luna nods. "Indeed, Miss Stitch. Twas a most unfortunate event and we... I apologize for interrupting your schedule."

> The now named Miss Stitch just closes her eyes and shakes her head. "I would've had the lot of them paddled in public for causing such damage."

> Damn. Granny doesn't fuck around.

> Miss Stitch turns her attention to you. "If you would follow me, we can get this underway," she says as she flicks a finger towards her desk, making a rolled up tape measure fly into her hand within an aura of light yellow.

> That kind of reminds you. How do you tell the three tribes apart?

> You don't get an answer, as Miss Stitch firmly grabs your shoulder and pushes you towards the back of the room where a few changing curtains stand. Luna follows just a few steps behind.

> For a little old lady who barely stands as tall as your bicep, the old seamstress as a monstrous grip.

> Once behind the tallest curtain, Stitch gives you a simple one-word command. "Strip."

"Umm..."

> A sudden surge of self-consciousness overtakes you. You've never even been without your shirt in front of a woman before.

> Except Celestia, but that doesn't count. Seriously.

> "Come on, sometime today. You've got nothing that I haven't seen before, Prince consort," the seamstress says, her eyes narrow.

"It's not... well, u-uhh..."

> Luna stands a ways behind the royal tailor, trying and failing to hide just how interested she is in the proceedings.

> Stitch crosses her arms and taps her foot impatiently.

> Fuck, man. If it was just Miss Stitch, this wouldn't be so awkward. You get the distinct feeling that the elder woman wouldn't give a damn if you were a hunchback. Luna on the other hand...

"M-maybe we can schedule this for another time?"

> Way to sound like a bitch.

> Luna's lips tugs downward into a frown she's not willing to show.

> Miss Stitch, on the other hand...

> With a scowl and a flick of her wrist, your suit is enveloped in an aura of yellow before it’s ripped off of you.