The air filled with the aroma of their mixed arousal, the sounds they emitted nothing short of debaucherous, a testament to the intense intimacy they had engulfed one another in. Anon had always been a reasonable person, holding his morals high and caring for his friends, but this…this was worth tossing them aside. Damned be his moral compass, and damned be the endless temptation he had to deal with. What he was doing to Minuette here and now, it was the product of weeks of endless taunting. This was the product of every lewd thought he ever had since the moment he arrived in Equestria. This was a constant cycle of lust and denial being extinguished — and that meant he was savoring every last second of it.