We Share Everything (Part 15)

 

Part 15: It is now five days until the diplomatic conference. For Princess Luna's staff, including Anon, this was the second day of shifting to a day-work schedule in order to be in sync for the conference. Luna had graciously allowed for six days for adjustment, with the first three being half work-days. This was possible due to completion of preparations ahead of schedule; Anon had delivered on his promise. Having completed his work, Anon is taking a late-morning walk in Canterlot to relax.

 

Anon loved Canterlot. He enjoyed losing himself among the winding roads and quaint buildings of this alpine capital, backdropped as it was by the swirled blue, yellow, and white spires and parapets of the palace. Along those roads many delightful mysteries were waiting to be discovered and explored by even the long term resident of the city; Anon himself had not visited even a fraction of the nooks and crannies. He noted that ponies took great pride in the beauty of their cities and Canterlot was the jewel in their aesthetic crown. Everything from buildings to lamp posts were works of art. Walls, far from being bare, were covered in paintings and mosaics, or simply pleasing geometric pattens in tile. Vibrant colors, which ponies seemed to be particularly enamored with, were liberally applied to generate an ever present ambrosial flavor. Royal banners in crimsons, yellows, and blues fluttered majestically from buildings, lamp posts, and street signs. Everywhere unicorns, pegasai, and earth ponies milled about at cafes and in the streets, enthusiastically discussing this and that. Those ponies that wore clothes were dressed elegantly and in the highest fashion. Fragrances of bakeries, street vendors, and restaurants wafting through the air completed the charm of the city.

"And to you as well!" Anon replied, touching the tip of his hat with a slight bow. It was a human gesture, but one that was immediately understood by anypony. Feeling the warm summer Sun and inhaling the spicy pine air, Anon was enjoying himself. It was a nice respite from the palace. Even the beauty and opulence of the palace felt confining after a while. Turning a corner and entering a small park with a fountain, Anon stopped to listen to some musicians playing in a gazebo.

Looking to the cello player, he could see it was a mare with black hair, a grey coat, and a purple bow-tie. "She certainly does! I think she also plays for functions at the palace, if memory serves."

Anon listened to a few sonatinas before dropping a fistful of bits into their tip bucket. His salary allowed him to be generous and he loved to be so. Nodding to the mare he spoke to earlier, he said, "Have a good day miss!"

Anon continued on his way, which was to nowhere in particular. He was simply wandering the city at random. He felt that the closest he could compare Canterlot to in human terms, was a European city at the height of the Renaissance, except cleaner, more artful, and filled with nicer people. Though, Canterlot's colorful onion domes also gave it an Eastern European flare. Still passing through the park, a few fillies and colts called out to him.

Anon smiled, found the ball and kicked it over to them.

"Sure! What are you playing?"

"Deal!" Anon mused that Keep Away was probably a game enjoyed by juvenile sentient beings in every corner of the universe. Anon played several rounds with them until he was sweaty. Thanking them for the games, he moved on to find a place to eat lunch.

"I will!" he said, waving as he walked.

Settling down at a cafe with a view of the street and the mountain top beyond, Anon began to reflect on the events of the past two weeks. The sunshine and clean alpine air was helping him to clear and file away his thoughts.

 

Since joining Luna's staff, he had learned a great deal about working with other Ministries and his professional skill had correspondingly grown. He had lead her staff to early completion of the preparations for the diplomatic conference. Additionally, he had completed the Ministry projects and delivered well-received recommendations to Luna. He should have felt a glowing sense of accomplishment, but everything was overshadowed by his dual relationship with Celestia and Luna.

"Yes, I'll take the special #3, and could I have some apple pie too?"

 

Anon continued ruminating. Both princesses loved spending time together with him; going on walks, having discussions, playing tabletop games, or even accomplishing work together. Anon sometimes played music for them on the pony equivalent of the piano. Luna was decidedly more analytical and methodical; things needed to proceed according to plans and when they did not, she got a little out of sorts. He had helped her through those instances. Metaphorically speaking, she got work done by building process machines and setting their gears in motion. When not working, Anon often found her puzzling over the recent work of astronomers, mathematicians, or other scientists. Anon had spent time discussing those discoveries with her and even lending a hand in performing calculations or theorizing.

 

Celestia, on the other hand, was an emotional thinker and she accomplished the work of the kingdom through social means. Her powerful social charm made ponies want to diligently work to accomplish the goals she set for them. Before joining Luna's staff, his time with her often involved discussions of important social events over tea, helping certain committees, and being her counterpart at social meetings with important guests. She loved to play flirtatious games with him, among them being their innuendo game. Both princesses loved to cuddle, something they had in common.

"Thank you! This looks great!"

 

However, since that fateful night with Luna, Anon felt like a ping-pong ball between the two sisters. He had been physically intimate with one or the other almost every day, sometimes at night and sometimes in the early morning depending on circumstances. He often felt as if he was being parsed out to them according to some predetermined schedule. They each had their curious likes, dislikes, preferred methods, and philosophies about intimacy.

 

Luna was partial to roughness, overt seduction, and forceful flirtation. She set up elaborate intrigues to catch him off guard so that she could seduce him into sex when he felt distracted by work. Her flirtations were unreserved. Passing by him, she would sometimes check his groin with her flank and give him a sly smile, just enough to cause some pain. At meetings with her staff and councilors that dragged on, she would sometimes fumble with his testicles under the table before interjecting the meeting to get the speaker back on track. Sometime she gave him an unexpected but intensely passionate kiss out of the blue. This was the general manner of her flirtations. Besides this, Luna had taken to ambushing Anon suddenly. For instance, he would be walking down a corridor and suddenly be pulled into a room by her mystical aura to find himself abruptly in sexual intimacy with her. Anon now remembered one such instance:

 

Walking from the staff council room to the decorations committee, Anon found himself yanked through the air into a nearby antechamber. In the tenebrous interior of the room, he could not see and called out "Whoa! Who's there!"

Anon had spun in the darkness and taken a step into the gloom only to encounter a table corner at exactly the right height. "Ungh!"

"Well, I encountered a table corner, Lulu."

In a flash she had opened his pants with her magic and rather forcefully extracted his groin one member at a time in rapid succession; first his penis, then the left testicle, followed by the right. "Lulu..."

She had tumbled it around with her tongue, sucked it - the vacuum thereof making it feel as if it would pop - pressed it hard against the roof of her mouth, and tugged it slowly away from his body. The effect was to leave Anon with a unique mixture of exquisite ecstasy, savory pain, and shear terror. Stroking her head and mane, all Anon remembered himself uttering was "Lulu, that's amazing!"

Anon reasoned that she must have worked his nuts and penis - the left, then the right, then both, then his penis - for a solid 45 min. before she mounted and humped him into submission, herself reaching climax simultaneously.

 

Having finished his lunch, Anon signaled the waiter. "Excuse me, could you bring me this one?" he said while pointing to a drink he did not know how to pronounce on the menu.

Luna's ambushes tended to be like that; it was fast, unbridled, unrestrained, but fiercely passionate sex. Sometimes, she would request that he finish only her before breaking off, leaving him thirsty for more. On those occasions, she would ambush him several times in the night, having him finish her off each time but stopping before he did so himself. Finally, at the last ambush they would finish together. Her seductions, flirtations, and ambushes gave Anon the impression that when it came to sex, she had the mentality of a predatory carnivore. She was spontaneous, unpredictable, surprising, and powerful.

"Thank you!" Anon smelled the aroma of the hot, thick, nearly black liquid. It smelled something like bergamot oil. Tasting it, he thought it had strong earthy flavor with overtones of cinnamon and cloves. The earthy part reminded him of dandelion coffee back on Earth. He sipped and dug into the slice of apple pie.

 

Wanting to show his love for her, Anon had adopted some of Luna's methods and used them against her. Their encounters had thus been transformed into a new kind of game; a game of predators seeking each other out. In one instance, he had hung an enormous diagram of a proposed new observatory in her office, counting that it would attract her immediate fascination when she entered at the start of the work-night. Knowing she would detect him by her powerful sense of smell, he had added lightning-weed oil to the lamps. Lightning-weed oil was known to deaden the pony sense of smell and was thought to be a remedy for allergies. This made it readily available at Canterlot chemist shops. Hiding in the shadows of the office, he had crept up on her from behind, grabbed her by the flank and gently pressed the erection induced bulge of his pants against her tail-covered vulva. He made a little extra noise as he got closer to alert her so he would not get bucked. So, it had not been a total surprise. Still, she had loved the set up.

 

Without the benefit of foreplay to loosen or lubricate her pussy, Anon had encountered strong, gripping tightness in addition to warmth. That was not the immediate reward however. Rather, it was Luna's unearthly vocalization.

They had then proceeded into a very vigorous and very sweaty love-making session in her office. In the afterflow of their passion, they had discussed the feasibility of the observatory depicted in the diagram.

 

Remembering her vocalization now as he sipped his drink and admired the mountain top still sent shivers up his spine. He had never heard anything as sensually dazzling as that. He reckoned he never would again, unless it was with Luna. He had also adopted her aggressive flirtation modality. One of his favorites was to randomly pinch her bottom, always getting a satisfied "Ooo!" in response. His other favorite was more aggressive. When the opportunity presented itself and Luna was distracted, he liked to reach behind and run a finger gently up the skin of her inner thigh to the space between her inner buttocks and vulva. He almost always got an involuntary shiver, a pleased smile, and bedroom eyes out of it. Sometimes, she met his flirtation and raised him one more by whipping her tail into his groin, as she had done during their first encounter, or something equally as assertive.

 

Anon contrasted this with Celestia. She loved their innuendo game and gentle, sweet flirtations. Additionally, Celestia adored Anon's romantic gestures and complements. However, while he was on night work they were on opposite schedules which made these methods difficult. Accordingly, their meetings had been singular events of intense romance that they had arranged through letters or during the few times they were able to speak when schedules overlapped. Sometimes, Luna arranged them through her covert intrigues. Letter writing had become the means by which they flirted with each other and built the passionate tension that would explode into sexual intimacy when they met. Besides this, Celestia had a sweet way of disarming Anon with her charm. Anon remembered one such steamy instance:

 

Following breakfast with Celestia and Luna, and after Luna had gone to bed, Anon had bid a good morning to Celestia before intending to head off to sleep himself. "Adieu, my love!" To his surprise, Celestia had responded unexpectedly.

"Certainly, Celly!" As they began to walk together through the Solar Wing toward his chambers, Celestia spoke of the interesting things that were happening during the days when Anon was asleep. Anon, had found himself entranced by her beauty, tender voice, and her good-natured jokes related to her many social interactions throughout the day. She was finishing up such a story when something interesting happened.

In astonishment, Anon had not remembered how they got there. Listening to Celestia, being immersed in her charm, he had lost track of where they were going and missed that they had passed the corridor to his chambers long ago.

Looking more intently at the door, Anon indeed now recognized it as the door to the palace spa. Its use was reserved for palace workers and the royal sisters; even palace servants could use it freely when not reserved for the sisters. Even though exhausted, Anon could not turn down Celestia's heart-filled entreaty. She was ever concerned about his stress and well-being. Her thoughtfulness filled him with thankfulness.

"Well, I suppose that would be true." In short order Anon had found himself naked with Celestia in the steam sauna. Before going in, he had picked up some aromatic oil, dried herbs, and fresh birch branches from the supply racks. It was the custom of ponies to hang herbs from the ceiling of their spas and pour aromatic oils on the heated stones to produce healing and relaxing effects. This Anon did once they entered. The birch branches were to be used to gently massage each other.

Anon had laid down on one of the benches, chest down. Celestia straddled him and used the sides of her hooves and the knees of her fore legs to drive every knot out of his back and legs. She had finished by drawing fresh birch branches over him, wiping off the sweat and imparting oils that seeped into his skin to produce a wonderful tingling sensation.

Anon had done the same for Celestia. By the time he had finished, they were both dripping with sweat. "Celly, you look uniquely beautiful with your mane wet and lank like that." Anon recalled saying. And it was true, she looked irresistible. In that utterly relaxed state, being in proximity to such beauty and love, Anon was unable to hold back. He had embraced her and kissed her passionately and she reciprocated.

They had made love slowly in the steamy aromatic room, drenched in condensation and each others sweat, and inhaling the healing odors. First it had been from behind, then Celestia had laid on her back on a bench for Anon. It had ended with Anon standing against a wall, holding Celestia in his arms as she moved up and on his manhood until they climaxed. It had been slow, soothing, and wonderful. "This was a fantastic idea, Celly! We should do it again sometime." He told her in the aftermath.

 

Anon had never slept more soundly than after that intimate session with Celestia. In hindsight, Anon realized that making love that morning had been her intention all along. What led up to it was how she maneuvered him into a situation that would make it happen. Though he had tried to replicate her disarming ability, he never managed to pull it off with Celestia the way she could with him. Celestia was an adept master at using sweetness, nurturing, and gentleness to seduce. Now Anon recalled another curious instance that ironically involved Luna. After a joint meeting between Anon, Celestia, Luna, and the heads of their staffs, Anon, Luna, and Celestia had stayed behind in the room to discuss some particulars. Once that had been concluded, things took an unexpected turn from Anon's perspective.

 

Taken aback by the sudden question and not knowing where this conversation would go, Anon had answered, "Y-yes, she absolutely is!"

Red-faced himself, Anon had admitted, "Very much so!"

Anon gulped as he looked at Luna and then to Celestion. "Y-yes, I would."

Anon again looked at Luna and simply gulped, before he shifted his gaze back to Celestia, who was smiling warmly.

"Celly, it has been and is harder than you may realize. A break would certainly give me a chance to unload my worries!" Anon had given a sly smile at this remark, and in turn had emphasized 'harder' and 'unload'.

Laughing a little and breaking from the game for a moment, Anon had questioned, "Your sister really cares deeply for you, doesn't she?"

Anon had laughed and replied, "Shall we then?"

 

Anon finished his drink, paid the bill with a generous tip, and began the walk back to the palace. He meandered his way there rather than take a direct route, intending to enjoy more of the city before arriving at the palace.

 

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