Dazzling Threnody

    The bright backlight of your laptop illuminates the room as you finish up the last little bit of work for your lastest song. Your eyes can barely stay open anymore, but the harsh chill in the air does a good job of keeping you awake. As you wait for your ten-year-old laptop to save the file, you pack up your guitar into its case and sling your jacket over your shoulders, hoping to get out of this rundown recording studio before Sonata finds you again.

    You look around the corner into the other room, seeing no sign of her. Thankfully the other two are out doing something else, so they can't force you to stay any longer. You're glad, too; you haven't slept in your own bed in almost two weeks.

    You get up off the stained couch and slip your laptop into the pouch in your guitar case. You put your hand in your pocket, making sure your knife was still there. You're about to walk home in the worst part of Canterlot in the middle of the night; you'd be surprised if you didn't run into someone looking to shank you.

You walk towards the door and put your hand on the handle when a voice cuts through the silence.

"And where do you think you're going, mister?" Sonata says from behind you.

You wince at the sound of her voice. You turn around to face her, naively hoping she just wanted to tell you goodbye. By the playful smile on her face and her restless hips, you knew that wasn't the case. You let out a sigh, knowing you were going to have to stay here for yet another cold night.

"Can we not tonight, Sonata. Please? I just want to go home" you beg. She doesn't seem to really be listening.

"Adagio wouldn't want you leaving. But it's okay, you can stay with me tonight," she says brightly, as if that somehow made the situation better. She saunters up to you, putting one hand around your waist, and the other against your cheek. Her body presses up against you, and that familiar feeling returns. "I need someone to keep me company anyway."

Like someone drawing the breath out of your lungs, her touch pulls the energy right out of you. You don't know how or why, but you know it isn't good for you. Sonata drops her hand from your cheek and unclips the strap holding up your guitar case, letting it fall to the floor behind you.

You back out of her embrace and turn around towards the door. You don't want to just make a break for it, but you don't want to stay here either.

Sonata drags a finger across your shoulders and whispers up into your ear. "It'll be fun. I promise."

Even that slight touch makes you exhale heavily, making you feel like you can't get a good breath of air. You hate that your pants still tightened through it all, though. That was all that Sonata needed to be convinced to keep you here. You try to stand defiant against her, but you know she'll be able to overpower you soon enough.

Sonata spins you around and puts her hands around your wrists, putting your hands on her hips. She lays her arms on your chest and looks up into your eyes, giving you a pout and those puppy dog eyes.

"You're not going to leave me here in the cold are you? You wouldn't do that to your favorite singer, would you? Please don't leave me here all alone," she says in that fake, pathetic tone.

"Sonata... I haven't been home in two weeks." You know it isn't going to help, but you plead anyway. She's determined now; there's no stopping it. On the surface you could feel Sonata's warmth through both of your jackets, and it was driving a certain part of you crazy; but that encroaching cold inside your stomach told you this isn't something you're going to enjoy.

"Why do you want to go back there, anyway? There's no one there, and all those cockroaches..." you want to point out that this place doesn't exactly have perfect pest control either, but not like it'll matter.

    "I need someone warm to keep me company. Pleeeaase?" Sonata says, really amping up the cutesy tone. You know you can't refuse her. Just like every other time they've all done this to you. Even if you said no, you couldn't physically get away from them once they touched you. She leans up onto her tip-toes so that her cheek is up against yours. "I'll swallow this time if you do."

You shut your eyes tightly. She doesn't have to bargain with you. She was going to get her way no matter what you did or said. These girls were like a drug. The idea was fun and exciting at first; you and just three other girls in a band. What guy doesn't have this dream? Once you started feeling it, however, you knew how grave your mistake was. You know that it's slowly killing you somehow, but you just can't get away, no matter how hard you try.

"Fine," you let out reluctantly. Your body wants to run, knowing what Sonata was going to do to you, but her hands on your chest make your vision blurry and your breath short. You'd never get far in this state

Sonata drops back to her heels and her faces lights up with excitement. She's practically bouncing in your arms as a wide smile crosses her face.

"Oh! Thankyouthankyouthankyou! Come on!" she says excitedly as she grabs you by the wrist and leads you over to the same stained couch across from all the equipment tables.

She leads you over so quickly that you almost run her over when she stops and turns around by the couch. She doesn't seem to mind. Sonata wraps her arms around you and looks up into your eyes with an excited expression.

"What should we do tonight? Oh! We could wait until Aria gets back to--"

"Sonata," you say in an almost fearful tone. The last thing you want is to get Aria involved. "Just you and me, okay?

"Hmmm. I guess you're right. We'll keep it simple tonight."

Sonata gives you a smile, then without another word, she leans up and presses her lips up against yours. She doesn't stick her tongue in your mouth. She doesn't need to. You can feel parts of yourself leave. Energy drains out of you into her, and she gives back an empty warmth in its place. The little comfort the kiss brings is shadowed by the numbness spreading over your body. The more you think about the feeling this is going to cause, the more energy seems to leave you.

She pulls away from the kiss, a coy little smile on her face promising a good time, but you know what comes next.

Sonata is, at least, the nice one out of the three, if that word could apply to any of them. She tries to make sure she thought you were having a good time instead of just taking what she wanted.

Sonata lets her jacket slide off of her and onto the ground. She follows it down, settling onto her knees in front of you. Her face turns sultry as she reaches for your belt and begins to undo your zipper. You let your head fall back. You don't want to look into her beautiful magenta eyes. You know you're going to anyway. It's a trap you fall into night after night, like a junkie unable to get away from his addiction.

She finally gets your zipper undone, then pulls your pants around your ankles, leaving you exposed to the cold air. You look down to her and immediately regret it. Her enticing eyes demand your attention as they look right at you. She wraps one hand around the base of your cock, and the warmth of her hand doing little to quell the cold pain that spreads through you instantly. She positions her mouth directly in front of your head, giving you a smile as she kisses the tip.

You give her a groan of pleasure at the contact. She never looks away from you, trying to entice you with her cute expression. She opens her mouth and takes you in, getting a couple inches on her tongue right off the bat. Her soft tongue caresses your length and electrifies your senses where she sucked the energy out. Her tongue swirls around your head, soaking you in her saliva. You can't describe the feeling as pleasurable. It feels like slowly freezing to death under the veil of sex.

You struggle to even stand up as she pushes her head down deeper on you. Her gaze falters slightly as she pulls her hand away and goes down as far as she can, letting you probe the back of her throat. Your body instinctively groans again at the heightened pleasure, but mentally you're crying out in agony.

She takes up a steady rhythm, bobbing her head up and down against you, her warm, silky tongue caressing your length as it pushes in and out of her lips. She strokes your length in tandem with her hand, making sure you were having a good time. Her ponytail sways behind her as she goes, and refuses to let you out of her sight as she sucks.

Every now and then she'll let out a small gag for going too far, but pushes through. You can see her rubbing herself under her skirt, and her eyes transform from focused to pleasured quickly. She even lets out a few muffled moans around your cock as she goes, the vibrations from her voice pulling you closer to the edge.

Even though your body seems to love it, you can't help but grind your teeth as you feel the life leaving you. You can't understand why you're even aroused at this point. It's like you're trapped in the cage of your own body as Sonata tortures you with the mix of pleasure and pain. All you want is for her to keep touching you, keep you in her mouth for the rest of the night, or, at least, that's what your body want. You just want her to stop, and let you go, never to have to go through this again.

Sonata was good at reading you by this point. She doesn't want the fun to end so soon. She breaks eye-contact and pulls away from you to catch her breath, a string of saliva still hanging off the end of your dick to her mouth. Unlike the other girls, she knew how much torture it was just to leave you like that, and kept her hand stroking along your shaft gently. She looked up at you with that same, playful, adorable look as always.

"How was that?" she asks brightly.

You're barely conscious at this point. "Good," you say flatly, more out of habit than anything else.

Sonata wipes her mouth and crawls back up onto her feet. She unzips something, and her skirt falls around her ankles, revealing her bare pussy to you. She pulls up her shirt with one hand and wraps the other around you, pulling you together. Your dick slides up the soft skin of her navel, and you give her another groan from the feeling.

"Mmmm, good. Cause I'm not done with you yet," Sonata says, almost at a whisper as she drags a finger across your chest.

    She drags your jacket and shirt off for you, then pushes you backwards onto the couch, with nothing but your shoes still on and your pants still around your feet. You can't even resist at this point, she's taken too much from you.

Sonata steps out of her skirt and pulls her shirt up over her head, revealing her slim form, and letting her ponytail pull away with her shirt before it falls over her back again. You can't help but gawk at her. Sonata's breasts were probably the smallest of the three, but her figure was so smooth and soft, you might actually appreciate it in any other context.

Not one to waste time, Sonata crawls onto you, her thighs on either side of your hips. She positioned herself so that her folds settle onto your cock, pinning against your stomach. She let out a giggle as your face twists in agony from the touch, something she must confuse as overwhelming pleasure. She's already soaking wet from earlier, and the warm embrace of her slit still isn't enough to drown out the growing numbness in your body. She places her hands on your shoulders and grinds her hips around on your cock, spreading her excitement onto you.

"Mmmm, how bad do you want it?" Sonata asks, a cocky smile on her face.

You can barely muster the strength to answer her. The feeling of her lips pressing up against you might've been heavenly to your body, but you desperately yearned to just get it over with already. You subconsciously pushed your hips against her, trying to push the process along as much as possible.

Sonata grabbed your chin and made you look her in the eye. "I asked you a question, mister. How bad do you want it?"

"Sonata..." you mumble. The feeling of her touch was overwhelming like this. You can hardly put together a coherent thought.

Sonata lifts her hips up and reaches between her legs, grabbing your cock and positioning it right in front of her entrance.

She lets out a seductive hum and looks to you again. "Sonata what?" She leans in and presses her cheek against yours again. Her chest lays on yours, and the warm feeling of her contact makes your body instinctively groan yet again. "I want you to beg for it," Sonata whispers into your ear.

"Sonata please..." you say through clenched teeth. You hate it when she plays with you like this. You barely had the energy to speak. Every time you try to push your hips into her, she just leans up further away, but always keeps the head at the entrance, just enough to get the tip wet and get a taste of the warm, wet feeling of her pussy.

"Please what?" she asks like she doesn't know what you're talking about. She lets go of your cock and sits down, letting it slide up her ass then to her lower back as she settles onto your groin.

You grunt in frustration. "Please let me fuck you," you blurt out impatiently, finally finding the strength to do so. That one sentence makes your lungs sting as if you just inhaled a breath of sharp, cold air.

Sonata leans back up and grabs your cock again, putting it back in position. "Since you asked so nicely."

    Your vision falters as she teases you against her folds. She leans forward, putting a seductive hand against your shoulder as she slides you across her wet lips. Sonata rests her head against yours and whispers into your ear.

"Next time, you'll say yes the first time, won't you?" Sonata asks. You nod dumbly in response. Satisfied with the answer, she leans backwards with that same cocky grin on her face. "Good."

She finally lets you in, albeit slowly. Her face falters from her cocky grin as her eyes roll back and her mouth hangs open in the beginning of a moan. Her soft lips caress your length as inch by inch pushes into her. The faint feeling of her warm insides resonates in your mind, a tiny whisp of pleasure passes over your senses before the unrelenting cold grasps you yet again. Sonata lets out a sigh of ecstasy and closes her eyes when you hilt inside of her. She wraps her arms around your neck and kisses you passionately, slipping her tongue between your lips and letting it dance with yours.

She grabs your hands, placing both of them on her hips as she works into you. Sonata sways her hips, letting a wave pass down her body and ending with a soft push against you. Her long hair drapes over her back and over her shoulders, feeling like little pins draping across your skin as if your entire body had fallen asleep.

You let out heavy breaths as you struggle to regain consciousness. Judging by Sonata's devious little smile, she must think you're enjoying her. Her face is alight in ecstasy, with her throwing her head back and letting her long ponytail sway over both of you. She's settled down all the way to your base, twirling her hips around until you hit just the right spot and make her fall forward onto you with a quick, accompanying cry as she hits her mark.

When Sonata falls forward onto you again, she stops trying to keep your hands pinned against her hips, instead letting them go and resting her forearms against your shoulders. She leans forward enough off of your member to let you start working her yourself, but even if you wanted to, you didn't have the energy to even move your hands at this point.

Sonata is faring much better herself. Her coos and moans get more frequent and louder with every thrust into her. Her head is right above yours too, so you hear everyone clearly as it echoes around the room, albeit slowly fading as your senses dull. In the empty shell that your body is under her touch, you can feel the faint hints of the pleasure Sonata's trying to give you; not enough to allow you to enjoy it, but enough to tell you your body is about ready to orgasm.

This is always the worst part. The orgasm all of the girls gave you felt like the last little bit of whatever energy you had left was being drained from you. It's not a distant, slow ache like it is with Sonata right now, but a sharp, stabbing pain that shoots through your entire being, bringing you momentarily to life before shoving you back down into submission. Her half-lidded eyes and content sighs tell you she's definitely getting what she wants. She goes back to rocking her hips against you, which doesn't help the pressure building up inside you at all. The last thing you wanted was for one of them to get pregnant, even if it might be the best feeling on earth to cum inside them.

"S-Sonata..." you manage to let out. Her eyes drift down to meet yours. She thinks she knows what you mean, even though you just want her to stop.

Reluctantly, she leans up and lets your dick slide out of her and gives you a soft sigh at the feeling. With newfound determination, she crawls back down to the floor and settles between your legs. A feeling of relief washes over you when Sonata leaves you, the distant cold sting momentarily absent. You feel like you're going to pass out either way at this point. Your vision blackens for a moment before Sonata grabs your shaft again and positions herself above it.

As your senses slowly return to you, you notice the slightest expression of concern on Sonata's face before she opens her mouth to take your dick in. She pauses for a moment, waiting for some sort of signal from you. You hope maybe she might realize she's not exactly getting her desired effect. None of them ever seem to care in the end, Sonata is really no different. The thought gets cut out by the feeling of Sonata's lips wrapped around your length. She used both her hands this time, and milked you for all you're worth. Her tongue swirled around your head, and you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

Your body tenses as your orgasm comes in full-force. You lean forward and grab Sonata's head, grabbing her hair as the sudden shock pulses through you. You know Sonata thinks this says you absolutely love it. The energy spikes through your body like a flame as you cum into Sonata's mouth. She gently strokes your cock below her mouth, making little, quiet gulps as you cock twitches inside of her. It's almost too much to take; you grab into the couch hard enough to tear it as the waves of your orgasm ride through you like a fire. Sonata keeps lightly stroking you, getting anything you have left. Once you feel like you aren't going to be giving anything else up, she makes one final swallow and pulls back.

Sonata's touch leaves you, and you can feel yourself start to slip away.  This death-like trance washes over you, and the world slips into hazed shapes and distant feelings. You can feel Sonata's hands move you to lay down on the couch with her. You hear her talking, but the sounds are murky and hardly audible except for a few words. You hear her say something like "sleepy-head" and "goodnight", but it doesn't go much further than that.

    You can hardly feel your body any longer. Any sense you might feel from now on becomes nothing but a distant blur. You've spent far too many nights like this. You fear it might be starting to get to you, but you can't tell for sure. Since you've woken up every time the next morning, you know you're not dying, even if it feels like it. You're still going to go through it and whatever they have in store for you tomorrow too. Before your thoughts can go any further, you lose consciousness with Sonata laying beside you.