Fantasia
-By Drace Domino
The nerve of these humans! Adagio had always hated living in their dimension, and it was in no small part thanks to the ego and audacity of those creatures. To be forced into their form and made to live among them was a cruel punishment indeed, and it told pages of Celestia’s cruelty. As the leader of the Dazzlings and one of the few bastions of Equestrian magic trapped within that realm, it fell on Adagio to make the most of the situation for herself and her sisters. And while one could certainly make a case for simply settling into their new roles and making the most of a bad situation, some of the human sins simply couldn’t be overlooked.
Trixie Lulamoon had committed such an act. A mere charlatan that had claimed to possess a talent for real magic, from the very moment Adagio had met the blue skinned young woman she had utterly despised her. How could a human, of all things, have the audacity to claim that it was a master of spellcraft and the arcane arts? To a woman that had come from a place where magic was ingrained in the very soil, enriching the air and a part of day to day life, the notion wasn’t simply ludicrous...it was offensive. A reminder to Adagio that they were living in a place devoid of magic, a place where she and her sisters would’ve starved if it wasn’t for their own quick wits and what power they kept with their enchanting, hypnotic voices.
Trixie was an ignorant fool that claimed to possess powers she couldn’t possibly manifest, and for her crime of such a miserable boast Adagio had taken it upon herself to punish her. And to ensure that the punishment was perfectly befitting of the crime, she had used her own natural magic to do it.
Long hours had been spent over the past few weeks, with Adagio gently singing within the confines of her bedroom. Her voice was melodic and breathtaking by any estimations; a voice that was unnatural to the human world and capable of bending the will of lesser creatures. The simply action of her gentle hum could make humans do whatever she desired, and it was that mind-altering glory that she utilized that evening just as she had for weeks now. Trixie’s punishment had been ongoing now for well over a month, and it was a punishment that she had endured almost entirely on her knees.
“Slowly, pet.” Adagio mused, a slow smile spreading across her lips. She paused long enough to give a further hum, enough to keep her magic flowing until she continued offering further guidance. “Remember, if you make me cum too soon, I won’t be happy with you.”
“Yes, Adagio.” Trixie Lulamoon’s voice was half-muffled by the presence of a stiff, wet cock, squeezed right against her lips. Within the confines of Adagio’s room both women were naked; the siren leaning back into the comfortable embrace of a lavish recliner while Trixie was braced on her knees. For the past hour now Trixie had been slowly at work, tending to the throbbing member sticking out from Adagio’s lap. Slow licks and loyal kisses had been pressed against every inch of it, and by now it was a wet stick dripping with Trixie’s spit and practically aching from delight. Trixie had worked tirelessly that evening as she had every night since falling under Adagio’s spell, and no matter how long she was ordered to remain there she would be more than happy to do it. Her lips pulled once more across the tip and dropped down her mistress’ shaft; moving to the halfway point before slurping back up again. Her gaze from sweet purple eyes was wide and almost vacant in their presentation, showing just how deeply enchanted she had become.
Thankfully, she didn’t have to be of sound mind in order to suck a cock. She didn’t have to be anything more than an enchanted slave in order to receive her punishment.
“Aria and Sonata will be coming by this evening, Trixie.” Adagio mused, a tiny smirk lifting at the edge of her lips. She looked down to her naked pet and allowed a hand to lower, her fingers brushing through the girl’s hair and giving her an affectionate pet. While wet pleasure continued to trace up and down her cock thanks to Trixie’s tongue Adagio simply settled in, spreading her legs a little further and breathing in a deep, satisfied breath. “You’re going to let them fuck you like a good slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Adagio.” Trixie’s voice was devoid of its usual flair, of the typical haughty tone and egotistical edge. It was monotone and simple, and she looked back up at her mistress’ face with a blank look in her eyes. As she guided Adagio’s cock to her mouth once more it flowed within as easy as ever, the thick inches of Adagio’s shaft finding a perfect place to occupy against Trixie’s tongue. The mistress simply offered another cruel smile, and hummed a few more bars for her pet while before speaking up anew.
“I remember the first day I met you.” She spoke with a smile, a near-nostalgic glimmer in her eye. Her laugh slowly rumbled through her and she narrowed her gaze, a cruel delight overtaking her in the moment. “The fuss you put up. Who would’ve known all that was needed to turn that unruly bitch into a willing slut was a few notes of pretty music, hmm?” Aside from Adagio, of course.
The evening continued in that fashion, with Trixie slowly working her mouth back and forth across Adagio’s cock. It was a slow bit of oral service by Adagio’s own demand; she would’ve much rather been tended to for a matter of hours while enjoying pleasure on every inch of her cock instead of simply rutting the girl’s face to a quick explosion. The thrill of it all for Adagio came in Trixie’s tireless service, in the time she spent sucking against the siren’s sack or kissing back and forth over her tip. She measured her own pleasure by the ache in Trixie’s knees and the soreness in her jaw, and even when the night stretched further Adagio didn’t give her pet the benefit of her climax. At least...not until she was finished being used.
True to her word Aria and Sonata had both dropped by that evening, and underneath the watchful gaze of Adagio they had used their human slut. Underneath a trio of beautiful voices Trixie was fucked by the visiting sirens, spitroasted in the center of Adagio’s bed and fully enjoyed in her various holes. Adagio continued to sit back in her recliner as she watched; stroking her Trixie-wettened cock while she watched her dear friends fuck the girl again and again, claiming each and every part of her and taking out their own frustrations in her flesh. Through it all Trixie’s broken state exhibited itself in the purest form of bliss that could be imagined; when all resistance and thought was stripped away, there was room for nothing else but the primal instincts of her body. Trixie had more pure and violent orgasms that evening than she ever had in her life before her service had begun, and by the time it was over she was left a glistening mess. Laying there in the center of the bed, breathing heavy and layered with a thin sheen of sweat, the young woman shivered and gasped from her well-used state.
But her evening wasn’t over. Even when Sonata Dusk and Aria Blaze had left; their cum still drooling out of Trixie’s holes, her trial for the night wasn’t nearly complete. There was still one cock left to service, and it was the one she had been slowly tending to since the same hour she had gotten out of school. And it was that cock that summoned her now, complete with a slow, cruel twist in Adagio’s voice.
“...time to finish what you began, my pet.” Adagio whispered, and with a brief mental focus she allowed certain strands to become untethered. “But I think I’d like to have you...unaltered.”
Magic ebbed and faded for the moment, and Trixie’s head started to feel a little less cloudy. The naked young woman shivered on the bed as her thoughts started to drift back, memories of the past few hours only half present within her mind. She instantly drew her arms tight around herself and looked up from her position on the bed, at first unaware not only of where she was, but just what she had been doing. When she saw the naked Adagio sitting there on the recliner; her cock sticking straight out and ready for more service, she winced and barked out in a resilient tone.
“N...No! Not again, you monster!” Trixie whimpered, covering her bare blue breasts with one arm as she pushed back against the bed. She picked up the sheets and tried to cover herself, but it was clear that in doing so she felt the rush of cum dripping from her ass and her pussy alike. It was a shameful feeling that made her cheeks burst into a deep blush, and she looked down at her lap as if it utter disbelief. “...what did you do to me this time?! Why are you doing this?!”
“You know the answer to both of those questions.” Adagio simply smiled, and one hand lowered to tug gently at her own throbbing cock. It was something she relished in; that moment when the “waking” Trixie was forced to contend with what she had done. Stripping her control away from Trixie was something Adagio did rarely, but always utterly relished in. For such a haughty young woman it was wonderful seeing her so helpless and desperate, so laced with fear soaked arousal. Great and powerful indeed. Adagio smiled again, and gestured to her length as she still sat there waiting for attention. “Your mouth, girl. Come over here and put it to use.”
“I won’t!” Trixie scowled, pulling the blanket around her body and once more trying to hide herself. The cum that squeezed from her holes made her wince again, but she tried to put on as brave a face as she was able. Unfortunately, bravery didn’t get her very far these days. Not against someone that could strip her will away with but a single note of her voice. “I won’t let you do this to me anymore!”
“Dear, if you had a choice in the matter you would’ve put a stop to it by now.” Aria simply smiled, and once more gestured to her cock. “Now get over here and put your mouth to work...or I’ll call Aria Blaze and Sonata Dusk back in here. Or...better yet.” A slow, cruel smile spread across her lips. “I wonder what the school would think if you showed up tomorrow wearing nothing at all. Or if in the middle of class you simply jumped up on the desk, and showed your whorish little pussy to everyo-”
“Stop, stop, I get it!” Trixie snapped back, her eyes stinging at merely the thought. She was utterly powerless to stop Adagio from doing anything she wanted, and she knew full well that if the cruel siren wished her to do such humiliating things she would. She had learned it the hard way early on, where she had been mentally magically compelled into showing her pussy to her greatest rival, Twilight Sparkle. Right after she had done so the sirens stripped their control from her, leaving her to stammer out an explanation in a truly embarrassed state.
That time, she had only exposed herself to one girl. But the whole school? She couldn’t imagine dealing with the shame. And it was with that thought in mind that Trixie finally started to move forward, crawling to the edge of the bed and beyond in order to do as she was told. Every inch she crawled reminded her of how she had been used without her knowledge or consent; the ache in her ass from the thick-cocked Sonata and the flood within her pussy from Aria’s copious loads. She had long since been able to identify which one of the sirens had used her just by the marks they left behind; the stinging in her cheeks told her that Aria had taken to slapping her like she so often did, and the ache in her scalp told stories of Sonata’s hair-pulling fetish. Her body was, in so many ways, a toy for the sirens. And she was a toy that was played with nearly every day. She could only wonder just how long she could be played with before she broke.
“Good pet.” Adagio finally smiled as Trixie crawled her way right back there to the recliner, and moved her hands forward to wrap around Adagio’s shaft. As she “enjoyed” praise from the dominant siren Trixie wrapped her mouth around the tip of the woman’s cock again, pushing her head down and gulping down the first few inches with relative ease. Adagio allowed her hand to lower anew, petting through Trixie’s hair and giving her the slightest trace of affection. “If only you were always such a loyal slut. I wouldn’t need to waste magical energy making you admit to your true nature.”
“I’m not a slut.” Trixie whispered in resilience, her mouth still wrapped around the edge of Adagio’s cock. “I’m a magic-”
“You know nothing of magic, whore!” For the first time that evening there was something close to true rage boiling inside of Adagio, and the gentle touch of her fingers in Trixie’s hair turned fierce. She pulled the girl’s locks tight enough to bring her head forward, and her free hand suddenly lashed out, crossing over Trixie’s cheek in an intense slap. The girl sobbed as she was hit and it carried such force that her eyes were left watering, just as she was left going right back to work. With a true hint of fear in her eyes she went right back to work, her blue lips wrapping over Adagio’s tip and once more sucking down her member. The slow, steady, and wet sucking seemed to appease Adagio, who simply rested back in her chair and allowed her anger to ebb.
“...ahem.” The young woman scoffed, as if she hadn’t just endured that outburst. It was clear that some wounds were still very fresh within her, that the pain she suffered being away from her native realm was very deep, intense, and raw. But thankfully, the mouth of a “willing” human slut would be enough to keep her calm. Most of the time. “That’s it, pet. Slow. Deep. Make sure you don’t ignore everything underneath. That’s a good girl…”
Her gentle coo came as the frightened Trixie worked her mouth back and forth over Adagio’s sack, licking across it with wide strikes that left her undercarriage glistening and moist. While she serviced it the rest of Adagio’s shaft rested against her face, smearing the spit and the glistening precum across her face and making only more of a mess. Her hair was dishevelled from the previous visit by Sonata and Aria, her cheeks were marked with thin lines of tears, but she was still pretty despite it all. Pretty, with Adagio’s throbbing cock eagerly enjoying all of her intimate services.
As the minutes passed Trixie was left dealing with the shame of her situation, and the hopelessness that had overtaken her. She was trapped and turned to a pet by this cruel woman, her holes available for her free use at any time she desired. If she didn’t want to fuck the girl while using her magic she could simply threaten her with blackmail and embarrassment, and either way the end result was the same. Trixie would end up on her knees, sucking on Adagio’s member, cum drooling out of both of her holes. It was something that had been repeated many, many times over the past few weeks...and Trixie knew the score well by now. There wasn’t any resisting. There wasn’t an escape. There was simply her new life as a slut in the service of real magic.
By the time Adagio was ready to cum, Trixie had managed to slink one hand down between her own blue nethers. She had pushed her hand there in the hopes of pulling out some of Aria’s cum; the devious siren bitch had a tendency to cream more than any of them and that evening she had packed Trixie full of it. As she was scooping out fingerfuls of Aria’s cum from her pussy something happened with her touch, and without realizing her efforts to scoop herself clean turned into something a little more intimate. She was rubbing herself; just a little, playing with the brief flirtation of arousal while she sucked her mistress to completion.
And Adagio, with her cock well-serviced over the course of hours, finally was ready to release. Over the past few weeks she had enjoyed cumming everywhere on and inside Trixie; whether it was in her pussy or her ass, or straight down her throat to force her to endure it. That evening she opted for something a little lovelier; something a little more picturesque. With a confident and dominant smile she pulled Trixie’s hair back until the girl was kneeling there with her head tilted and her chest exposed; her lips shut tight and her eyes drifting close as the moment came. Adagio pumped her cock the last few strikes that was needed for her climax to rush through her, and as the peak flowed from her body she stood up from her chair to properly paint the slut. Her spit-covered, moist cock started to surge and throb as she released wave after wave of cum, bringing to a head a blowjob that had been going on since earlier that afternoon. The payload was impressive; even more than one of Aria’s copious creams, and it was all directly towards the haughty illusionist’s face.
Trixie just knelt there naked, flinching as she felt it rain down on her. A few strikes on her face, another against her throat. Like wet bolts of creamy lightning they crashed down against her, each one making her flinch from their impact and shudder under their weight. She could tell that opening her eyes would only make them sting from cum layered past her lashes, and she could feel it covering her lips to a point of dense stickiness. When Adagio aimed one bolt squarely at her nose Trixie was left with a harsh choice to make; either reach a hand up to wipe it from her face or open her mouth so she could breathe. She opted for the latter, her lips parting just a little yet still enough to catch the taste of it.
She was fully facialed by her mistress that evening, and the steady twitching of Adagio’s cock continued as she layered cum over Trixie’s breasts. The shameful slut was plastered with cum, her face coated and her chest streaked with it, all from the tip of the same throbbing member she had worked so hard to give a release to. And as she knelt there shivering; cum dripping from her lower holes just as it dripped from the edges of her nipples, Trixie was powerless to resist as Adagio spoke up once more.
“This is the closest you’ll ever be to real magic, whore.” The siren’s voice spoke up with wicked intent once more, and before Trixie could respond she began to sing. “Mmmm ahhhh ahh, laaa ahhhh ah~”
Wordless but beautiful, it was a haunting melody that would strip of her will, thought, and consent. Her last waking moment before giving in to the magic was filled with the sticky embrace of cum; either filling her holes or layered over her face. And once the magic took control, Trixie’s voice was plain and monotone again, the only sound piercing the air between them.
“Yes, Adagio.” Her obedient tone returned, the loyal voice of a broken toy.
The End.
Author's Note
I put up something sweet and romantic yesterday, you had to know that something rough and crazy was right around the corner. >.> And just in case you feel bad for Trixie, don't worry! Adagio and the other Dazzlings are getting a very similar treatment in a story I'm going to be putting up tomorrow.
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