Fading in and out of consciousness, Adagio barely recognized the changing of the landscape, nor the stopping of all outside movements, leaving her in a sitting position. She did, however, recognised the feeling of hands running along her body, each set resting on an individual part of her.

"Wha-what do you think you're doing? Get the f-fuck off me," said the siren weakly. Ignoring her demands the guards continued their finger expedition of Mt. Dazzle, lightly grazing each visible wound she had. Once they had finished their voyage, reassured that nothing needed immediate treatment, the two guards came to lay their hands on separate articles of clothing. Making quick work, Adagio was soon left in only her undergarments and speech collar.

Coming back to her senses, she feebly pushed their hands away before they could continue their undressment. "Back off. I can handle this," she said, before removing the rest of the clothing on her.

Even though she was still in a damaged state of mind (and body), she could feel the perpetual stares the guards were giving behind their masks. Being, well, Adagio, she couldn't pass up the opportunity to stroke her ego like a coming-of-age schoolgirl stroking her privates after discovering the vast amount of profane, titillating, stimulating, and tantalizing entertainment on the internet.

Overly long metaphors aside, Adagio struck a few revealing poses, acting as if she wasn't basking in the attention she was receiving. Naturally, sirens are able to feed off others hatred, however they can also take energy from the adoration they receive, hence why they emphasize their appeal and opt to seduction. Even though she currently couldn't forcibly take affection from others without her magic, she could still heal herself, little by little. One guard, realizing what she was doing, hit the other on the shoulder, before addressing Adagio. "Are you ready to go into the showers?" she said.

The siren could have gambled and continued to try and seduce the guards, but memories of the fighting event, the pain it brought with it, and the fact that she couldn't talk without the collar were key factors that made her keep her mouth shut. Seeing that there wasn't a response, the guards continued their assigned mission.

Entering the station, Adagio was assaulted with the smell of cheap soap and thick steam. Having recovered from the initial slap of new smells, the siren look upon the innards of the shower stations. Females of all shapes and sizes were busy with the task of maintaining hygiene, some even going so far as to 'help' another, thoroughly rubbing their ~~chests~~ backs and other, hard to reach spots.

After being handed with a bar of soap, Adagio went to a shower head neighbored in between an anthro blue wolf and an anthro light-blue unicorn. While taking a shower was an enjoyable experience for her, Adagio, being the mischievous siren she was, devised a more favorable plan of action. Feigning a pain attack as she started to wash her back, she turned to the guards with the most beckoning look she could muster.

Seeing that the two guards nod at each other, Adagio all but smirked wickedly as one approached her, the other stood alert. Handing the bar of soap to the security girl, Adagio turned and let the guard rub her down. Gotcha.

Just as she planned, the women around Adagio were drawn to the display. Feeling their stares and growing appeal of the siren, Adagio's wound slowly closed up, and the pain along side them becoming nothing more than a numb sensation. As she returned to her normal health, she closed her eyes and let her muscles loosen, letting the guard work her body. No point in stopping now.

Feeling the hot water cascade onto her form, mixed with the skillful gliding of another's hands sent Adagio into a state of bliss. Being pampered had always been a kink for her, and knowing that she would rarely get opportunities like this, she'd milk it for all it's worth.

She let out a silent moan as the hands continued to clean her, scrubbing around her breasts in slow circles. Feeling a familiar heat rise in her nethers, she unconsciously snaked a hand towards her marehood, only to be shocked as the guard's hand met her's midway. Opening her eyes, she realised that she was the only inmate left in the showers, and that the bar of soap was all but forgotten.

The leather clad guard stepped in closer, leaving little distance between the two females. Continuing her exploits, the guard began to tease the opening of the naked siren, causing the woman to shiver from the touch. While Adagio couldn't speak, her face had portrayed her confusion well enough.

"I'm just making sure you're…complete clean," the officer said, a sultry tone dripping from her voice instead of the usual monotone. For whatever the reason, Adagio couldn't care less, only wanting to make sure the pleasure she was receiving continued.

Ceasing her teasing, the guard began to insert a gloved finger inside her, going at an agonizing pace. Adagio subconsciously thrusted her hips forward, wanting nothing more than to impale herself onto the digit. Once it was in up to the knuckle, the digit made it's way out of her, leaving the siren craving for the return.

And return it did, carrying more power alongside with another digit as well, which Adagio thoroughly enjoyed. It wasn't before long that the guard was entering her in a quickened pace, which had the added benefit of making the siren go wild; one hand was rubbing her clit equally to the guard's pace while the other went about her aching nipples. Her brain was going off, postponing all cognitive thought and going into overdrive by the stimulus being given; the only thing going through her mind was the pleasure she was receiving and past events of pleasure.

The memory of Nightmare Moon satisfying herself had crept into Adagio's mind, becoming the forefront of her sex-clouded imagination. There was one thing Adagio liked more than submissive play things, and that was women who played hard to get. She loved the struggle, the pursuit, and the ultimate goal of breaking the mare in question into a rightful position of slave. She hungered for the day when she would break Nightmare Moon.

On time to her inner thoughts, Adagio hit her climax as the mental image of a submissive alicorn presented itself. Eased into an after-coitus high, the siren look upon her forlorn rapist. The officer proceeded to take her mask, revealing a white metallic face underneath, which began to lick off the result of her labor.

"I love breaking in the new inmates," said the android. "I look forward to watching over you, for the rest of your sentence." With the said, the android made her way back to Adagio, fastening her mask back into place. Picking up the resting siren, she proceeded to carry her back to her cell.

Author's Note

And now, my first flushed out clop. Again, criticism would be helpful; not sure if…cloppy enough.
Also, I'm slow (finals coming up, school work, all that jazz), so it might be a while before another chapter is up. I'll be trying to get some time into this, but in the mean time you might as well check out other, better written clops by other people.

Tata~