Adagio Dazzle always consider her life as one of destined greatness. Not by the standard of some symbol of hope that inspired those who dare looked upon it, but as one to be idolized by the general republic. For those that could process an opinion to come to the solitary and absolute conclusion: Adagio Dazzle was the pinnacle example of a living being worthy of adoration.

She held this idealistic reality closer to her heart than any other, willing to pursue it with reckless abandon. To be the one living in the center of the spotlights, by whatever means necessary. And, for one shining moment, she got her time in the spotlight.

However, the spotlight was polychromatic, blinding, being shot out of an alicorn representation of friendship, and was currently destroying her.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she exclaimed, before being engulfed by the relentless prismatic rays of light.

"Adagio? You ok?… I don't think she's ok," said an overly innocent voice. As she was slowly regaining consciousness, the siren was greeted by the image of (as she would often times think) the literal embodiment of stupidity, looming over her downed form. With her returning conscious also came her rage, rapidly increasing due to the proximity of a certain blue siren.

"Sonata, what did I say–" she began, only to stop herself as her other senses kicked in. She suddenly felt a continuous exertion of force—a pressure, if you will—closing onto her, causing a continuous flow of discomfort on her chest. Looking down, she quickly discovered the source of her thorax's torment.

Sonata had her hand firmly planted on her left tit.

Seeing that no spoken phrase would properly articulate her chagrin of the current predicament, Adagio opted for action instead of words; her hand became an intimate and faithful lover of Sonata's cheek that day.

"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT TOUCHING ME!" the dazzling, self-appointed leader of sirens declared. Rising to a sitting form, she surveyed her area.

All around her was everlasting darkness. It was not the kind that was cause from the lack of light, however, for she was (unfortunately) still able to see her lackies—one reeling from pain, and the other in an unconscious state. The unwavering blackness was just that: blackness.

"Sonata, get up! What happened? Why are we here?" ordered the siren.

Grumbling under her breath, Sonata raised herself into a position imitating Adagio, unbreaking her cheek-rubbing. "Ow, ow, ow."

"Well? You were up first. How did we get here?" The siren stood up, approaching her lackie with nary the visage of a prowling tigress. It was the only sure way to get what she wanted: intimidation.

"I dunno. I tried to wake you up right after I did," replied the buoyant, blue bubblehead. Dissatisfied (as usual) by Sonata's performance, Adagio sauntered past her, approaching her other servant.

The second, less irritating companion of Adagio was shivering; her clothes frayed more than the others. She hugged herself, her modestly sized bosoms squeezed tightly in between her pale arms. Every twitch she made from the non-existent breeze caused a spectacular chain reaction on her breast, making the bundles of fat to jiggle in place. Her violaceous skin was riddled with goosebumps, giving a clear indication that it was not the only thing erect on her anatomy.

Damn, that's hot.

Shaking herself from her stumper, Adagio reared back her boot, before haphazardly sending it into the unconscious siren's lower rib cage. For a fleeting moment, the pained cry that erupted from the mythical girl titillated Adagio more than the unintentional strip tease.

"Wake up, Aria. We need to find a way out of here," barked the leader, giving hardly a miniscule fuck about the pain she caused her comrade.

She's awake now, isn't she?

Her only response was a series of grumbled curses and insults. "Damn it, Adagio. I hate–"

"You love me, I know. Now shut it and get up." The Dazzling commander glanced around, looking to see if there was anything to go off by as an indication of location. Fear was not a well-versed emotion Adagio knew of; she can dish it out, no problem (hell, she got a golly kick out of it), but she herself had far and few encounters that induced much more than unease. But waking up in endless surrounding blackness wasn't exactly a pleasant experience. It caused her so much anxiety she nearly called out for help.

Only, something responded before such an act.

"Adagio Dazzle, Sonata Dusk, Aria Blaze, or better known as, the Dazzlings," boomed a deep, ethereal voice. "You three have been convicted of attempted world-domination, assaulting a mythical deity connected to a universal power, and ecocide on place of banishment."

Now she felt fear.

"However, since the magnanimous over-watcher of your banishment ordered not to erase you from existence, so we offer you a choice: either continue banishment in the world you were locked in, striped of all experience, connection, and knowledge of magic."

Screw fear, it was full on panic now.

"Or be sent to cosmic jail, to live out the rest of your banishment there." Silence followed once the nonexistent voice ceased.

Adagio, what was that?" said Sonata, fear prominent on her face. Shaking herself, she quickly covered up the look of horror off her own face, replacing it with one of antipathy.

"Damn it, that old coot still had it out for us. Damn that bloody, bearded sod." Adagio groaned.

"Well, it said we had a choice between going back to the human world or going to jail," inquired Aria, making her presence known. "We might as well just go back."

"What? Go back to that useless planet? Unless you've forgotten, we'll go back with no magic. No magic means no singing, and no singing mean NO CONTROL!" Aria backed down, wanted to avoid Sonata-levels of retardation by Adagio beatings. "I refuse to go back to that shithole of a world, filled with fat, neck-beard, man children obsessed with a child's tv show!"

Knowing that Adagio's word is final, Aria stayed quiet, only grumbling about her botherment about the predicament.

"Alright, it's final," started Adagio, before turning to no specific direction. "Hey! We made our choice!"

"What is it that you choose?" boomed the voice.

"We pick cosmic jail!"

"…Very well."

As the voice spoke a doorway of light appeared in front of Sonata. "Oooh, cool!" said the blue girl, before jumping into the portal.

"You sure we sh–woah!" Aria was interrupted by the 'accidental' shove Adagio gave her. Taking a deep breath, she proceeded towards the portal.

Only for it to disappear right in front of her.

"What the? Hey, open the portal, I didn't go through!" shouted Adagio. Silence was the response she was given. "You heard me, I'm still here…ANSWER ME!" Her patience and calm demeanor wore thin.

"…Adagio Dazzle, you are not going where they are," spoke the voice. "You were the cause of all their sins; those two only followed along. While they can not go unpunished for their crimes, you will suffer full retribution."

Before she had any time to react, the nonexistence ground she stood on collapsed, revealing a blood red pit below. She fell straight down, having only a second to comprehend what was happening.

She was going to hell.

"Inmate #9688, convicted for assaulting a deity connected to an universal power. Real name: Adagio Dazzle, species: Siren. Welcome to Tartarus." The aforementioned inmate began to stir, unsure what to make of the turn of events. She awoken in, well, a jail just like the voice told her, however this one was gigantic. She was in a box like room, but as she glanced up the vast cosmos was staring right back at her. For a second, Adagio contemplated (then promptly insulted) the security of the place, only to be given a clear view of what would happen if anyone tried to leave; it wasn't pretty.

Wha-what happening? she thought, nearly fell unconscious again. However, a nearby guard clad in black was generous enough to prevent that.

By kneeing her in the gut.

Now on the rusted, blood-covered floor Adagio made sure to stay conscious. "The new ones always do that. Anyway, here's your new suit; hope you like grey," said the robed figure in front of her. "And before you get any ideas, your magic was taken the moment you went through the portal, so you can't talk."

WHAT! she tried to scream, only for the robed figure's words to come true. "Told ya. You gonna have to wear this to talk for a while." The inmate handler floated her new clothes towards her, with the added benefit of what looked like a spiked choker. Immediately fitting it after she was properly clothed, she tried once more to speak.

"How do I work this?" she said, instantly shocked by the deep, soothing, seductive voice that erupted from her.

"…Am I the voice of God?" She was conflicted, wanting nothing more to receive her old voice, but unable to resist the lightheadedness the new voice gave. "Oh…oh my."

Her head was spinning, her knees felt like jelly, and her insides were lit ablaze with desire. She wanted to stop talking, but the voice held her in a vice of pure warmth, flowing throughout her body, filling every crevice and niche except for the one place it need to the most. It took a vast amount of her willpower not to fill that crevice herself. "Tell me, *pant* how do I, mmm, change this voice?" Adagio moaned.

The figure, even though having no visible expression, was obviously enjoying the display. "There's a dial in the front."

Seizing her throat, she turned it, before hesitating to test it. "Hello? Hello, hello." She immediately shut her mouth, switching to another voice.

"…How about now?" She groaned, giving up on finding a suitable replacement of her vocalization. "Is there anyway to get my voice back?"

"…Say 'voice change: Adagio Dazzle'." She stood there, before following the given instructions.

"Testing? *Gasp* My voice! Finally," Adagio said, relieved that she could continue being a narcissist.

"Alright, now follow the guards, they'll introduce you to your cell," said the robed handler, before a wall opened up to reveal two, equally black-clad guards. The only indication of what they were was their womanly figure, which Adagio happily feasted upon with her eyes.

On the way to her cell (in chains) she got a good look at what was in cosmic jail. Needless to say, the definition of jailbait was changed to a picture of her that day. Yes, she ~~was much, much older~~ might have been older than what she let's on, but she was trapped in the body of a sophomore school girl, so it still applied—well, she would've liked it to.

Stopping, one of the guards signaled off into the distance, causing the cell they were near to open. It was starkly darker than the ones around it, coupled with the sounds of hushed, erratic whisper gave the cell an overly ominous ambience. Walking in once the guards took off her shackles (a discouraging clang of metal sounding behind her), Adagio closed her eyes; greeted with the mental image of crescent moons, violently scratched upon the obsidian walls. Various messages and pictures alike were skrewn about, giving the already sinister room the addition of a crazed dweller.

As she opened her eyes Adagio noticed all of her intuitions were true…save for the one about an ample, anthro, alicorn aggressively and erratically appeasing her adult aggravations with a picture of a similar, light-blue alicorn and right hand—fist, to be precise.

The smell of the room was the next thing to hit her: and hit her it did. Being a siren meant being able to manipulate and feed on another's emotions: particularly hateful ones. And while she was unable to 'suck' the hate out of others, she could still taste it if it were in the general vicinity. The thick aroma of female excitement, mixed with the almost-palpable hatred and anger lingering in the air combined into a furious double hitter for her innards, making her want to feast upon two specific things.

"Yeah, you like that don't you? You love being used by your night clad mistress," whispered the midnight colored mare harshly. "Y-you want to p-pleasure your mistress, and…and…" She arched her back, her somatic movements ceasing, and sung out a phantom-esque moan. A few moments later she came down from the fruition of her self-gratification and the resulting euphoria following suit.

Adagio—realising she herself had frozen in her place during the debaucherous display of solo coitus—continued to walk forward, wanting to see if her new cellmate was up for round two. Fuck introductions, I'm ready.

However, either from hearing the rustling behind her or by the ~~damn near palpable~~ scent of another female's titillation, the dark alicorn sprang into action. In one flail motion, she stood to attention, grabbed the new arrival by the arm, and pressed her into a nearby wall, twisting the arm behind Adagio's back. "Who dares enter the queen of the night's chamber?!" she barked, pressing even harder as her temper grew.

"I-I'm your new cellmate, Adagio Dazzle," squeaked the siren, barely able to huff down a full breath since the surprise assault. She wouldn't call herself a 'masochist' by any form of the word, but being man (mare?) handled against the wall with seemingly no feasible way of escape certainly riled her up in ways she wasn't expecting. Let alone the fact that the one molesting her was a fully naked beauty who's mammaries were currently mushing into her back…and she just watched masterbate.

Wasn't exactly a bad thing, once she thought about it.

"Cellmate? How dare they partner me with a peasant," said the dominate mare under her breath.

Even though she had absolutely no way of escaping her, Adagio refused to be called a peasant and let it slide. "Ugh, f-first off, I want to say you are one sexy individual, and I totally don't mind this position," she started. "But." Using her free arm, Adagio elbowed her attacker, efficiently releasing the hold she had on her. Following up on her surprise attack, she straddled the dazed night mare before pelting her with punches. "Nobody. Calls. Me. A. PEASANT!"

Enunciating each word with a fist, the downed mare stayed down, until an unit enforcement team of five caught word of the ruckus. Storming the cell of Adagio like something that storm a specific area (like a coastline or something), the guards swiftly ended Adagio's rampage, even going so far as to reciprocate a simulation of her earlier activities.

A.K.A the guards prison jumped Adagio.

Feeling (or just getting bored) that Adagio gotten enough punishment, the guards dispersed; all except one guard was left in the cell with the writhing inmates. The guard in question wore a red, single striped leather suit, signifying that she had a higher status than the rest.

"Prisoner #9688, not even thirty minutes incarcerated and already started a fight," the guard said. The woman in question spoke with a robotic tone, yet had a smooth, seductive accent—however, given her current state, Adagio didn't cared. "While there isn't a rule against it, so much so that I would even say it's expected. But let me make this clear"—she roughly grabbed Adagio by the hair, lifting her up a couple feet—"I don't tolerant it, and if I catch word of another brawl, I won't be so lenient." She threw the siren back to the floor.

The woman, seemingly done with Adagio, pointed her attention towards the other convict. "Well, well, well. Prisoner #8301, or more commonly known as Nightmare Moon. Having one of your daily 'stress relievers' I see. Did we interrupt?" said the black-clad officer mirthfully.

"N-no, Warden Caroline." Even in her damaged state, Adagio could easily hear the fear in Nightmare Moon's voice.

The officer froze for a moment, before approaching Nightmare. "What did I say about referring to me?" The prevalent terror fastened on Nightmare's face was enough to shock Adagio to her core.

"I-I mean GLaDOS! Please, forgive—" The words ceased, only to be filled with the sound of a blunt object hitting flesh.

"Never. Call. Me. By. That. Name." An unhampered kick following each word; the dripping venom in her voice empowered each hit. A sickening crack erupted once she finished, accompanied by the bloodcurdling scream.

"Hmm, seems like I broke a rib…again." Snapping her fingers, four guards came to her aid. "You two, bring her to the infirmary. And you two—" GLaDOS turned towards Adagio "—bring her to the showers, it's around time for it, anyway." With that order given, the guards went to work; one group carefully picking up the now unconscious alicorn, and the other dragging Adagio out of the cell.

Author's Note

Wrote this for a girl. A special girl. A special, lesbian girl. Oh look, a link.

Also, was this too fast? First story ever, so criticism would be great.

Tata~