My Show

Waking up, Adagio noticed two things immediately. First, she was completely nude, with a warm body lying behind her; and second was that said body still held her impaled on his rather impressive erection. She moved her hips and a long shloop sounded as the meaty member that had been inside of her slid out. When it did she felt empty; not emotionally so, because for the first time in her life she felt truly loved.

The arms of the man she had bedded were wrapped around her, his breath in her hair, and at the moment the worries of last night seemed so far away. There were a few aches throughout her body, but the one lingering in her genitals was quite pleasant. The ache, the sort of pleasant burn from a runner’s high, told her that she had been filled, to capacity apparently, and it also reminded her that she was a mare that had found her special somepony. The other ache wasn’t so pleasant, resided in her skull, a reminder that a night of drinking was not always the best answer to what ails you.

She heard Dave mutter something in his sleep, his arms still holding her tight, and she simply let him hold her as she considered their morning. Dave had stretched his savings beyond the breaking point, and she knew it. The answer to the problem was a job, but finding a job normally took time. Memories of the things she had done in order to survive after she and her sisters were defeated came to mind. There was hustling wealthy stallions, but it was something she didn’t want to do anymore. Even then, she didn’t like the things that she had to do. It had been more about survival, their next meal, and someplace to rest rather than simply doing those things for the joy of it. And given her misadventures in this land so far, she didn’t want to chance conning somepony that might make trouble for Dave, let alone her.

Slowly the arms around her loosened, and she moved out of the bed. Her eyes looked to the stained spot on the bed, and noticed that one other thing had happened. At some point her virginity had been returned to her, and she had given it to Dave. She looked at the spot for several seconds.

“Seriously?”

She directed the question to the fates, to destiny, or even to the universe, whatever it was that determined how things happened. She had no idea that her virginity had been returned to her, and while she actually was quite glad that she had given it to Dave, it felt wrong. There had been no romance, no courtship, just two souls that had gotten too drunk to think straight and ended up rutting each other. Not that she would complain to much about it.

“Story of my life,” she groaned as she walked toward the shower.

Well, she might complain a little.

Entering the shower stall, she turned it on the water, and pulled her hand back quickly. The freezing water coming out of the shower head wasn’t what she had expected. She had hoped to feel the warmth of the hot water, but instead it seemed that the universe had decided to give her this. She checked the handles, saw that the hot water was off, and turned it on. For a moment the water remained cold, but then it began to warm, considerably. Stepping into the tub she let out a soft moan that seemed as if it had been hiding inside of her. The hot water felt amazing as it splashed onto her fur.

Since being here Dave had took her shopping a couple of times. Besides the clothes one of her first purchases had been some soap and shampoo that smelled quite a bit like what her old soap and shampoo smelled like. Jasmine, lavender, and a hint of peppermint filled the air as she worked the soap into a lather. It felt so good to get the sweat and grime out of her fur. She hummed as she washed the worries of the previous day out, or at least out for a few minutes, and her humming changed into singing.

“♫Feel the wave of sound,

as it crashes down.

You can’t turn away,

I’ll make you want to staaaaaay,♬” she sang.

She felt something, something different as she sang. It wasn’t the same off key singing that had happened when they had been defeated. Back then, her singing had been about deriving sustenance and thus there was no sensation from accompanying their mutual talent. This singing instead felt right, springing from an emotional center Adagio had long thought extinguished. She continued to sing, feeling something deeper inside of her calling out to be released.

Opening her eyes she noticed a soft white light surrounding her, and then as suddenly as it began it stopped. She touched her cutie mark and felt a warmth that wasn’t caused by the shower. Turning her head she looked at the Treble clef and the gem together. Both were shimmering, but the treble clef was the brighter of the two, yet it seemed different than getting a cutie mark. Something was still off. It was as if she had stepped in the right direction, and softly, her destiny was calling to her to continue walking.

She knew that this wasn’t her siren magic, but instead it seemed to her actual talent shining through. She hugged herself, feeling like part of herself had just returned from the dead. The siren magic had given her so much, but it had corrupted her talent. The magic had turned her talent into something it never should have been. She knew that, and understood, that completely. Seeing her talent come back to life on its own began to fill her with hope.

Vague memories of before becoming a siren, before accepting the dark magic that turned her, slowly crawled their way back into her mind. She remembered, more or less, being an Earth Pony, but other memories had drifted off over time. Those memories, or at least pieces of them, began to crawl back, reminding her of what she had once been.

The Land was cold, she remembered that, and she remembered long cobblestone roads, old houses, and ponies coming to listen to her as she sung for them. The songs escaped her, or did at the moment, but the crowds, she remembered them, pleased faces that enjoyed the respite from their daily lives that came in the form of her singing.

Turning the shower off she stepped out, grabbed a couple of towels, and began the process of drying off. It was warm in here, and inviting, but she knew that neither her, nor Dave, had really made sure the furnace kept going. Without the furnace, it was likely to get rather cold, rather quickly. Her hot shower was a considerable drain on the precious heat of Dave’s home.

Adagio stepped out the bathroom, noting the minor chill creeping in the building. She could see the furnace now, and the dull glow if the dying embers within it. Walking toward it, she opened the metal door and looked to see a few red, glowing coals. The furnace was attached to Dave’s livelihood, to heating the building that was their home, and to the hot water boiler that got its heat from the old device.

She quickly dried, dressed in a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a matching sweater (foregoing any underclothes for the time being) , and then walked toward the furnace again. She reopened the metal door, found the shovel, and looked at the fuel that Dave had for it. The old furnace was designed well enough, for what it was, and it seemed to run off of either wood or coal. The last few days their home, the shop, had smelled vaguely similar to somepony barbecuing. The reason why laid there in front of her.

Dave had a small box full of charcoal briquettes. Grabbing a shovel she dug into the box, getting a couple of shovel fulls out, and then tossing them back into the furnace. She pumped the bellows, letting the still warm coals ignite the others on top of them. It was a slow start, but after a few minutes she was pleased to see that the briquettes igniting, and burning well enough to close the door and let the furnace do as it needed to.

Walking away from it she checked to make sure that her clothes weren’t filthy from the dust from the charcoal briquettes. Seeing that they were fairly clean she considered the next task. They needed a job, something, anything, that could net them at least enough to pay off the balance with the bank, and allow them to keep their home. She walked toward the large monitor that was hanging up and cleared her throat.

“Good morning!” Bob said in his normal cheerful voice.

“Good morning, Bob. Would you mind doing me a favor?”

“Anything, Miss Adagio,” Bob replied, “what can I do to help?”

“Here’s the thing. Dave and I need a new job, and fast. Is there any art gallery that is needing a piece, or maybe there’s someone wanting to commision a piece? It needs to be something within the week,” she asked.

Bob was quiet for a moment before he finally reappeared, “I’m sorry, Miss Adagio, but there isn’t anything like that currently needed. There are however a few openings for servers at a restaurant called Taps.”

She shook her head. There was absolutely no way that she and Dave could make eleven hundred credits in two weeks at a restaurant. She wasn’t sure how different the pay scale was here, but she did remember that before restaurants didn’t pay all that well. Often their servers were paid below the minimum threshold, and it was expected that their tips would more than make up for it.

“Thanks anyway, Bob,” she replied.

“You’re welcome, Miss Adagio. I’ll keep an eye out for something a bit more in your request, but most often those kinds of jobs tend to appear when they’re needed,” he said.

“Thanks anyway, Bob,” Adagio said.

She gave him a smile, walked toward the kitchen, and looked at their supplies. There was no denying it they were certainly in a grim situation. They were out of eggs, almost out of bread, and most of the other perishables seemed to be gone as well. Dave had really been counting on that sale in order to clear the cost of the copper, and refill their groceries. As it sat at the moment, they were left with a few boxes of mac and cheese, two packages of beans, and what looked like about three cans of sardines.

She looked at the meager menu available, and decided that she could at least try to make something. Grabbing a box of mac and cheese she lifted it, read the back, and began following the directions. When it got down to the milk, she looked in the fridge and found that they were nearly out. There was about half of what they needed, so she turned the water on, added a little water, and used the mixed milk. It took longer than what they box had said it would, but when she finished what was in the pan looked eatable. Well, it looked mostly edible.

She walked over to the still slumbering Dave, and gently shook his shoulder. To her surprise he grabbed her, pulled her into the bed, and she found herself being held tightly. She moved, trying to adjust herself, so that she could get up when she felt his very impressive stallionhood pressing against her thigh. A soft whinny of need escaped her, and she knew that she wasn’t going to be able to fight against her heat. Leaning down, she kissed him, fully, and felt him returning it. She felt his hands move down to her hips, stopping right above her cutie marks, his thumbs lingering on the waistband of her sweatpants.

Looking at him, she could tell he was mostly still asleep, but need, deep, lustful, and hungry, was demanding attention in the worst sort of ways. It was demanding that she peel her clothes off, that she show her stallion her form, and that she take him until he couldn’t form complex sentences anymore. She couldn’t handle it, and her sweater came off, her fingers touched his thumbs, moving them under the waistband of her sweatpants, and together they moved them until they were past her knees. She pulled one hoof free, which was all she needed at the moment, and next she uncovered her prize.

Her most wonderful prize was standing so tall. Once more she hesitated, conflicted about the size, and then deciding that since it fit once it would fit again; she lowered herself upon it. Her pulsating insides pulled him deep into her, and she let out a lewd nickering moan. Lifting up, she thrust herself back down on him, his hands now roaming over her hips, moving up, and toward the breasts that he seemed to enjoy so much.

“Oh… Rut me!” she moaned as the tempo increased. Her lover’s body reacted, as though by instinct, and pushed his hips into Adagio’s, further heightening her pleasure. Her passage was undulating around his tool, which throbbed in time to their desperate movements. Adagio could feel David’s erection pushing deep inside her, kissing her cervix with each thrust. How his length was able to get that deep, she would never know but it thrilled her all the same.

Soon, much sooner than she anticipated, Adagio felt the first stirrings of her climax building in her depths. Dave’s stallionhood rushed inward to hasten her orgasm. One push, two pushes, three pushes, four; Adagio’s head was reeling from the pleasure. No stallion she had known or encountered before she arrived here could match the way Dave felt so deep inside her.

“David, David,” she cried, “I’m cumming. I’M CUMMMING!”

The first wave of ecstasy flew through her, silencing her thoughts, erasing all sense of self as she gave in to nirvana. She let out a choked moan, shivering, as her climax tore through her. Sweat had formed on her coat, in her mane and tail, and with every downward motion, she heard the slap of wet skin on wetter fur. Her passage was now leaking thoroughly, soaking his rod and the bed sheets with lubrication. She hadn’t come down from the high of the first orgasm before another reared its head.

Over and over again, Adagio gasped and spasmed as climaxes rolled over her, one after another. She invariably propped herself up with her hands on Dave’s chest or on his thighs. Occasionally, she would just lie atop of him, allowing him to thrust into her while she attempted to rest. Her body was spent, her coat now sticky with sweat. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep up the pace she was keeping…

“Adi…” moaned Dave, “Adagio…”

Another climax was building within the former siren; it broke upon as Dave’s own orgasm erupted within her. The splash of his essence, the throbbing of his erection deep within her passage, the intense and effulgent bliss rupturing through her body was too much. She gasped, deeply, then collapsed on Dave’s prone form as his climax continued to pour spurt after spurt of his seed within her body.

Her own form was twitching, spasming, as that last climax wove its way up her spine, to her brain, and then through every pleasure center in her body. The continuing release of David’s essence spurred another sensation within Adagio, one of completeness, one of love, and one of sated desire. She hadn’t known the pleasure of sex until she had met Dave; she mused that if her siren powers were still available to her, she would entrance Dave to rut her into perpetuity, notwithstanding any future little Dazzlings that might occur.

Oh, Celestia, she thought, imagine me, a mother? The fates would have a sense of humor after all.

Slowly as she lay there, enjoying the rapture of fulfillment that their coupling had brought her, she began to remember the reason she was trying to wake him up for. There was a pot of food sitting, waiting, and needing to be ate. She kissed him, once more, and gently shook him again. His eyes opened, revealing that he was a bit more awake than he had appeared.

“Nice way ta wake up,” he said.

She gave him a grin and shook her head.

“It was nice, but originally I was just going to tell you that I made breakfast. You pulled me down into this bed. I think that you knew what was going to happen,” she replied.

He returned her smile, slowly got up, and neither of them made any attempt to get dressed. Instead the both of them walked toward the table wearing the suits that they had been born with, and settled down for a breakfast of mac and cheese. The meal was good, better than Adagio expected it to be, and part of that, she was certain, was because of how good she felt. She looked toward Dave to see him looking back at her. She could feel her heart flutter, and part of her was ready to play coy, to flirt, and of course rut the living Tartarus out of him. Instead they enjoyed their meal, got up, and began their day.

The next three days seemed to follow a wonderful schedule of Adagio finding out how deeply Dave was able to fill her, then eating something, searching for a job, and going back to straddling him, enjoying him, and letting him enjoy her completely as well.

Four days afterward in the late afternoon, Adagio saw a large, dark blue vehicle arrive at the front gate to the scrapyard. Puzzled, she frantically searched for Dave. She finally found him in the combined living room/dining room, nursing a whiskey, neat, and playing around with his tablet, drawing up a plan for how to make more money to secure his home or to sell off the statue that was still residing on the property. She walked up to him, panting heavily in a mild panic.

"Dave" she whispered, for her lover was stricken with a hangover, "were you expecting anyone today?"

"Not that I know of," David groaned, "just send them away. Not in the mood-"

Adagio nodded, returning to the scrapyard and the vehicle that idled in the drive. In the time she had taken to find Dave, a figure had dismounted from the large transport and was standing smartly in the yard. The figure was female, with an impossibly pink skin, a pair of rabbit ears jutting from the crown of her head, and whiskers framing her nose. She wore a smart business suit. all charcoal grey and pressed, and she carried a tablet that was a deluxe brother to the one Dave owned. A T.I.C.T. badge adorned her right breast pocket.

"Good afternoon," The bunny girl said sweetly, "I'm Tabitha Rutiger, but most people call my Taffy."

"Adagio," The former siren replied, "Adagio Dazzle. How can I help you?"

"I was hoping to speak with a Mr. David Johnson," Taffy said, "would he be home?"

"He is" Adagio answered, "but he's feeling under the weather today."

"Oh, poo," Taffy moaned, "I was hoping to get in contact with him. The statue he was commissioned for never arrived at our offices and the purchaser sent to retrieve it, Mrs. Reese, has been summarily dismissed. She seemed to uphold her own beliefs over any measure of professionalism, so she was let go."

"You mean that toad, Mrs. Reese," Adagio spat.

"Yes," Taffy confirmed, frowning, "The poor woman suffers from the delusion that everyone should follow her personal faith. This isn’t the first time her beliefs have interfered in a business transaction. Those delusions and her uncompromising stance on certain subjects, like Help-Mates® for instance, have made her employment less than ideal. Her indignation at the the creators process of another piece did not sit well with Mr. Moexatl and he has warned her that such attitudes are not in keeping with the T.I.C.T. mission statement."

"Don't I know it,” Adagio hisses, "she took one look at me and she lost it. Like she's never seen a pony before…"

"Rest assured, Miss Dazzle, given the dressing down Mr. Moexatl gave Mrs. Reese, she will not be bothering you or Mr. Johnson ever again," Taffy beamed, “it will be a miracle if she ever finds employment. Mr. Moexatl is very influential throughout the nation…”

"Whatever," Adagio hissed, "so what are you doing here?"

"Well," Taffy started, "we were unable to contact Mr. Johnson in regard to the statue he made, because Mrs. Reese destroyed his contact data. I am here, as Mr. Moexatl's proxy, to purchase the statue, and as recompense for Mrs. Reese' atrocious behavior, Mr. Moexatl is willing to acquire it at five times the asking price."

“Five- five times?!” Adagio stuttered, to which Taffy nodded.

"I must also add," Taffy continued, "that I am empowered to up the offer to twelve times the original asking price."

"W-wait," Adagio stammered, "twelve- twelve times?!"

Taffy nodded, adding, "Mr. Moexatl is a patron of the arts and has been- keeping track, you could say, of Mr. Johnson's work. This is the first time he's purchased any of his pieces before, though he has admitted to me that Mr. Johnson's creative portfolio is quite astonishing. Are you sure Mr. Johnson can't be seen today?"

"Y-you know," Adagio answered, "I bet Dave would be more than willing to meet with Mr. Moexatl after- well, after saving his ass like this. Let me- Let me see if he'll make an appearance. Could you wait? Here?"

Taffy nods and Adagio goes sprinting back in the house. Forgetting that her lover is suffering a hangover, overjoyed that their financial difficulties have just solved at a stroke, Adagio can’t help but yell.

"DAVE? DAVE! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHO'S COMING TO BUY THAT STATUE!!"