A Siren's Reward

by Michael Hudson

Rating: mature
Tags: Sonata Dusk, Sad, Other, Romance, Equestria Girls, Sex
Length: 2584

Three years after her defeat, Sonata gets one more chance to mend a broken heart.

READ THE PREQUEL FIRST! This story heavily references what is clarified there, and it will give you an idea as to the level of clop this will have, because it's about the same.

Three years have passed since the Battle of the Bands competition, and Sonata has moved on. She lives by herself now, works as a janitor at Canterlot High, and even is trusted enough to supervise the school dances. The only things she regrets now are those actions she committed back when she had her powers.

And when one student runs out, she goes to try to make up for even those sins.

Contains: Breast Expansion Clothes Tearing Virgin Stamina

Made possible by the will of my patrons, as they voted on this one to be made!

Published 2016-12-05 17:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-12-05 17:00:02 UTC

Prom

Sonata smiled as she took a sip of punch. She was currently in Canterlot High’s gymnasium, watching as over a hundred young adults awkwardly swayed to a slow song She’d asked last year why they looked so awkward, and Vice-Principal Luna said that it was simply how kids slow danced nowadays before going on a fifteen minute rant about something called the Waltz.

Now that she’d seen it for over a year, she knew it was just a part of a school dance. Awkwardness, some physical contact, and sweet romance. Of course, she was supposed to be monitoring everything and making sure that that was all this was. If she got her way though, she’d let the couples hold each other as close as they’d like.

Especially on Prom night.

She took another sip of her punch as she hummed along to the music. She no longer dared sing, not without her crystal anymore, but a few years without it had made her used to it. Her humming still worked, at least at this point, to feel and sound good, even if she couldn’t vocalize the music anymore, and it went very well with her job as the janitor for the school.

A few of the girls passed her, probably heading for the bathrooms to fix some makeup or something, as her memories surfaced to the front. How scared she’d been when she finally came here for the opening they had. How tense she’d been as both principals interrogated her about everything, and then breaking into tears when she explained how alone she was.

And then, she had a job. It was hard work, sure, but it gave her somewhere to be, and a paycheck so that she could keep a roof over her head. That was really all she needed, at least, at this point. It sure beat begging from a cardboard box beside the street.

She had been working here for maybe a year before Luna had asked her to attend last year’s prom. They hadn’t gotten as many volunteers as they had hoped, and if Sonata could prove she was able to be trusted there, she would get a small bonus for helping them out. She no longer got the bonus for watching the dances, but they reminded her enough of all the good things that her old life had that she didn’t mind.

No harshness, but only music, love, and emotion. What could be be-

Slam!

Sonata blinked, before her tongue came out slightly, tasting something for just a moment. Strife in its purest form. It was something that her sisters had found intoxicating, even to the point of getting drunk, while she’d hated it, and her eyes glanced to the crowd to see the same hurried bob that she had watched hundreds of times before.

She watched as a shorter boy ran out through the doors. He had looked so hurt with his head in the crook of his arms. Sonata shut her eyes for a moment, tears coming to them as she knew what it meant. The end of one of those romances that she enjoyed so much, and now he would…

Sonata slowly strode over to the door leading out of the gymnasium, peaking through the small bit of glass that made up its window. She could see the boy in a corner of the next room, cuddled in a ball. He would probably be there for the rest of the night if nothing disturbed him. She of course could, but she had never done a great job in the past with things like this, and now she didn’t even have her magic.

She stood still for a moment longer, staring at the crowd as it came to life with the next pop song. A second glance to the boy, the balling of her fist, and she couldn’t wait any longer.

Sonata slipped through the door, making sure to let it close soundlessly on her way out. Her feet were quiet on the tile outside, stepping lightly so as to not draw the boy’s attention too soon. When she was close enough, standing beside him with the white wall to her side, she bent down, a soft smile on her lips. “Hello.”

The brown boy looked up, his orange hair covering one of his eyes for a moment before he blew it away. Tears were still streaming down his cheeks, and one of his tuxedo’d arms came up to wipe it away. “Wh-what do you want?”

Sonata lowered herself, falling to her knees as she placed her hands awkwardly onto her thighs. She couldn’t just hum a few bars to make him forget anymore. Instead, she would just have to somehow make him feel better with whatever words she could come up with.

She took a deep breath in, before sliding her hands over and gently squeezing one of his hands, only for him to take it away with a jerk. “I-I just want to help, I promise. I’ve seen plenty of people just like you, and I know that bottling up those sorts of emotions can hurt. Kind of my specialty in fact.” Sonata tried chuckling a little at the end, but all it managed to do was make the boy turn away and begin to mumble to himself as his shaking got louder.

Bending in, trying desperately to hear what he said, she caught a few words. “Sweetie, last chance,” and “future” were all ones she caught clearly, but it wasn’t enough. So, she reached over and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Please, talk to me. It doesn’t need to be about whatever just happened, but… anything. Like, what’s your name?”

The boy glanced back over, before a heavy sigh escaped him and his body laid back against the wall. “My name is Button Mash. Shouldn’t you be watching the dance, Sonata?”

She flinched at the emphasis on her name. Sonata knew that not everyone had quite forgiven her, but she wasn’t hard to recognize either. “You all are good kids, and there are others watching it anyways. So… can you at least give me a chance?” She winced at the crack in her own voice, wishing she could be as tough as Aria was right now.

Button’s face softened at the crack though, and he turned away slightly as he muttered, “I’m sorry.”

Sonata shook her head, reaching back over and squeezing his hand again. This time, Button Mash didn’t make any move to stop it, or to break the contact. Instead, he even squeezed back. “I did some pretty nasty stuff before, so please, don’t apologize. Just… let me try to put things right, please? Give me a chance to prove to you that I can do good.”

Button looked at her for a few moments, staying silent before tears came back to his eyes. “I… I thought I had done it. Confessed my feelings to my best friend, taken her out on a fairytale date, but… But she just wants to stay friends. How am I supposed to react to that?”

A throbbing pain filled Sonata’s chest as she reached around the poor boy. She pulled him in, humming softly in his ears. What neither saw was the red ribbon of energy that began to wrap around both of them. “Well, I mean, there’s always next year. Next pro-”

“No!” Button accidentally let his frustration get the best of him, and Sonata winced as his fist slammed against her thigh, his face burying itself deeper into her tight chest. “I’m a senior damnit! This was supposed to be a sign that I could actually face the world, instead of just… just be the pathetic loser I am. I mean, I’m eighteen years old, and I haven’t even kissed a girl!”

Sonata shut her eyes tighter, trying to fight back her own tears. Of course she would screw something so simple up. Still, this did give her a possible out.

She brought one hand back to inbetween them, cupping his chin as the pressure on her chest became almost unbearable. “Can… Can I give you a kiss? Maybe… maybe even more? As a present to cheer you up, and send you on your way.”

Button mash looked up at the beautiful woman in front of him. Sonata was known around the school as a pretty, cool, and nice janitor, and some guys had joked about being with her in the past. To actually get a kiss from her…

Sonata leaned in, and the red ribbon tightened with her unconscious hum, pulling Button forward, and pressing their lips together. Her body assumed its natural rhythms, and centuries of training brought one hand to the back of his head, while her tongue slowly opened his mouth.

Button moaned back, the flicks and twists of the siren’s tongue making him forget, just for a moment, all that he was worried about. His hands came, reaching for something that he couldn’t quite properly register. What he found was large, soft, and yielded nicely to his touch.

Sonata hummed again as she felt his hands on her chest, which was finally unburdened. Only… The two separated slowly, her eyes glancing down with Button’s. There, inbetween them, being gripped by the young man, were two massive tits that had busted out of her shirt.

Sonata looked back up, seeing the red ribbon that was tied around them, and smiled as tears came to her eyes. She could hear her hurt, little man stammering below, but she stopped him with one finger. Then, in his ear, she whispered, “Do you like them?”

Button swallowed hard, his body shaking, but his hands not moving. “I… I do.”

Sonata smiled, before, her lips brushing against his cheek, she said, “Do you like me?”

“Ye...yes.”

Sonata’s hand lowered, brushing against the large bulge she felt there. She back away enough to look him deeply in the eyes, before pecking his lips and saying, “Please, let me show you some love then.”

She leaned back, her hands hooking into the sides of her skirt. Using the wall as support, she lifted herself up just high enough to let her slip the fabric that clung to her off, before her pink skirt made its way all the way down her legs. With a sexy bit of flair, she kicked it and her underwear off of one foot, before spreading herself out.

Button just sat there, staring at the nearly naked woman in front of him. The only cloth that covered her was the remnants of her shirt and jacket, both of which had been ripped apart by her expanding breasts. It was unlike anything he’d seen before, and it was apparently his to have.

Sonata saw his eyes glance to the side, but a part of her, the part that always knew, told her they were safe. She reached forward, using one of her long arms to touch his cheeks as she smiled, her heart fluttering with excitement for once being able to actually help a broken heart. “Please, Button. Indulge in me, and let everything else just… melt away.”

Button blinked a few times, before the red ribbon ran through his eyes, and he smiled a little. She was right. This was his chance to forget about his problems, and he wouldn’t get many chances like this after he graduated. Consequences be damned.

His shaking hands fumbled with his belt, but Sonata was patient, in no hurry to rush this. She was just happy to get one last chance to help a boy’s broken heart. It would be some time before her heart could take seeing another in that sort of pain.

She let a hand snake down her body, timing it perfectly with Button’s zipper. When his cock came out, her fingers gently rubbed against the outer folds of her nethers, helping her moan at the sight of it. Not that she needed too much help, with him being well endowed, but not too much by any means. “Now, why don’t you come here?”

.Button slowly nodded as he moved forward, his arms sliding past her, planting on the ground just behind her. His cock quivered and shook in the open air, before becoming rigid at her touch. Sonata smiled at how nervous he was, before gently pulling him downward. “Let me help, okay?”

A loud gulp filled the quiet air, before a moan as Button’s tip touched her lower lips. Sonata shuddered at the touch, having been in too long of a dry spell to not be excited for this. “Please, fill me.”

Button’s body responded a while before his mind truly was ready, pushing in the majority of his cock into her without a second’s hesitation. Both of them gasped at the suddenness of it all, before Sonata threw her head back, moaning quietly under the force. She wanted to encourage him, let him know how good he was, despite her experience.

Not that the poor man had much of an ability to really think about such things. His hips were moving on their own, and his mind was preoccupied with how good it felt. He moved in a little closer, resting more of his weight on her as he felt his legs give out. “Yo-you… you… Ngh.”

Sonata’s eyes widened for a moment, before she felt a rising, bitter laughter come to her lips that she bit back with a all of her might. He didn’t need to be mocked, not when he had done so well for this being his first time and so unexpected.

Instead, she reached around him, pulling him in, even as his cock continued to shudder within her. She could feel his cum churning within her, and couldn’t help but find it even cute how bad he’d been at this.

Button shifted a bit, looking up at her with bright red cheeks. “I-I came too e-early, di-didn’t I?”

Sonata pecked him on the nose, her smile growing as she took in just how cute she was. “Trust me, you’ll get better. Besides, right now you’re stressed, nervous, and with someone who is a bit more experienced then she’d even like to be. All things considered, I’m surprised you got it in.”

She let a small chuckle escape her as Button’s face turned bright red. He then looked up, through his hair with one eye, and whispered, “Sonata… thank you, and… Could we, possibly, you know, whenever you might be free…”

Sonata’s heart stopped, realizing what he had to be saying. It wasn’t supposed to work like this though. She helped the guy get back on his feet, forget the last one, and then disappear. Just a small memory, not anything permanent. That’s how this night-

The ribbon passed through both of them, slipping back into her chest as the remnants of her magic cast one more spell. Not on another, but on herself. And, as the influence took over, tears came to Sonata’s eyes as she took a hold of Button’s hand, and squeaking out that she would love to.

And finally, the baggage of her centuries of failure, the pain she had caused, and all the guilt that had told her that she deserved nothing, all tied in a red ribbon, drifted away from her, sinking into the moonlight as her and Button walked away from the gymnasium, his jacket covering her as they discussed when they’d see each other again.