Adagio Dazzle Goes To Hell

Adagio strides through the sea of fire and darkness with her sticky head held high. She might be covered in gunk but from all the bullshit that has been going on lately, that is just background white noise.

Fuming silently, there is little but murder on her mind. In fact, the lack of something to beat on in this place is getting to her. The giant gate up ahead beckons. Not very intriguing but compelling enough. The closer she gets, the more she can make out its design. It seems to be made up out of some fleshy consistency. Perhaps, well, flesh. That would be another marvellous stereotype in this smelly Hell.

Already hardened enough from her previous suffering, the straight road is nothing. She wanders on, fists clenched and a billion hateful thoughts in her head. It takes a long time but she reaches the flesh-gate without incident. All of this is getting too easy. Adagio looks up to the monolithic structure and furrows her brow. Another door to be pushed? Even if it is some kind of horrible trap, why not?

She sets her grimy hands against the gigantic door and pushes with whatever might she has left. Her hands sink a good two or three inches into the slightly moist material. Just as she gets somewhere with the gate, something makes her stop, recoil and stare wide-eyed at the obstacle before her.

Something is squirming against her hands. She feels it. Did she just handle...? Was that?

Yeah, that is penis. Multiple ones, in fact.

A whole lot of cocks. The entire gate is crawling with them. Different sizes, colours and stages of erection. She retches and tries to spit but her dry mouth forbids it. Is this a part of Hell because of her or just another thing to blame on Aria? Maybe both.

Gritting her teeth and stopping for at least one deep breath, she watches the wall of genitalia writhe and shift before her. So that was what the flesh was for. She sighs and attempts to pull a hand through her hair. To her further annoyance, it sticks so bad that she has to use her other hand to pull it out.

She decides on and quickly executes another loud, angry curse-session. She soon rains foul insults at the twitching wall of flesh. Nothing in the universe should have that amount of cocks. Must indeed be Arias fault. She considers her options. She did get a little bit of leeway with the gate before the cocks appeared. Perhaps just biting the sour apple and tackling it again will open it enough for her to slip through.

The thought of putting her hands back on it repulses her. The thought of squeezing in between it is even worse. She sighs and clears her throat best she can to curse some more. The options, if you could call them that, are all awful. Awful being the flavour of the week lately.

She closes her eyes for a few seconds and takes a breath, only to find herself chuckling softly. The absurdity of the situation is sinking in once again. Once the sinking is done, her eyes flare open.

Balling her hands into fists and starting out with punching the writhing cocks actually feels alright. She nods once to herself and puts her knuckles against the fleshy door. Doing her best to keep at a full arms length, she uses all her strength to try to move the mountain of members. Closing her eyes again tightly, she pushes on. She has seen enough cocks for a lifetime or two but in the back of her head, she just knows that this is probably just the very beginning of another really annoying chapter in this awful story.

Wiggling, squirming man-meat against her arms. Some long schlong waving at her face. Adagios rage is simply fuelled by this display of gruesome sexuality. She strains on and on until she has made enough of a dent in the door to have a large enough opening to walk through. Victorious.

The sight beyond is surprisingly vanilla. Probably because it is a sight she has seen all too many times.

Familiar streets, buildings and everything in between. This time it even has road-signs and the world is yet again covered in logos. She sneers at the surrounding as she steps down the fleshy steps beyond the gate. At least the houses and buildings are not made out of more cocks.

In a tiny moment of humour, she glances around to see if her crater is still here. She is unsure if to feel happy or not when she does not find it.

First things first. Find some manner of armament and perhaps someone or something to try it on. A big fucking kitchen knife and a trip back to the cock-gate perhaps. The thought does not sit quite well with her. While trotting through the streets, she is not at all surprised to find the entire town abandoned. Just as before.

A little trickle of electricity runs down her spine as she realizes she probably has to go back to the gods-damned school again. This time, instead of spikes and razor-wire, she can already imagine the entire place being covered in genitalia.

Not a very encouraging thought.

Wandering through the streets, things look disturbingly normal. More than likely not a good sign. She keeps on edge as best as she can. Starting out wandering aimlessly, looking for a good place to break in or the likes, she randomly finds herself by the apartment she was staying in. Well, of course, her and the brain-squad. Narrowing her eyes and looking around, she already knows this is just another case of this place ushering her the way it wants her to go rather than the combination of twists and turns she just took.

Fine, she will play it where it lays. She walks into the apartment-building and starts ascending the stairs. She can feel herself get more and more anxious as she approaches would-be home turf. What in all the world will she find in the apartment? What will be defiling their home? Perhaps Arias bed is made of cocks too. That would be a short but satisfying laugh.

Pretty much knocking the door of its hinges by entering, Adagio strides in without any fear at all. Sure, the unknown is a real bother that never really stops being annoying but if there is anything she has learned from this little vacation in fuckville it is that fear is no longer a viable emotion. She casually glances around, expecting Hell and hairy anuses. She is quickly disappointed.

The apartment is largely untouched. Strange and just a pinch of surprising. Just for the fact that most things are not surprising anymore. The normality and pretty much eerie serenity finally gets to Adagio. Is she actually insane or is the fact that this feels wrong actually quite liberating? Then again, this is a trap, is it not?

Proceeding slowly through the apartment, Adagio decides on going to the kitchen first, imagining pretty much any threat or horrible visuals.

The kitchen is after all the natural choice, the most likely place to contain a viable weapon. Well, unless she wants another microphone stand. Then she would have to go all the way to the back, to her room. She would rather not go there unarmed.

There is a slight hissing coming from the kitchen. Something is boiling. Then the rank smell hits her. Always with the new ways of subtly torturing her. The game never ends.

Adagio peeks into the kitchen and has to suppress a rather loud laugh. Of course there would be more cocks. The table and chairs are made out of fleshy man-appendages. The ones making up the seats of the chairs stand at hard attention while all the rest of them are limply intertwined. Chuckling while holding her nose, she proceeds with caution into the room. Most of the walls are covered in something flesh-like as well, although with no obvious anatomy. The rest of the room remains largely as it were. One significant difference is that most loose items standing around on counter-tops and the likes are gone. There goes the chance for a nice, big knife.

Turning her attention to what is boiling on the stove, Adagio just simply has to shake her head. She turns off the stove and looks away from the white-turning-brown man-soup. She retches once and actually does a fairly okay job composing herself. Caution forgotten, or perhaps ignored, she rummages through the drawers until she finds something at least fairly weapon-like, a big, chunky pair of scissors.

Hurrying out of the kitchen and slamming the door closed after her, she does her best to keep her nose plugged. Holding up and inspecting her new-found weapon, she has a flash of thought about if she would have the stomach to scissor her way through a wall of cocks. Something that might as well just happen, given this place's fanciful little quirks.

She decides not to dwell too long on it and moves on through the small apartment. What would be the significance of this place? This arena being the next stage of nonsense. Does she have to explore it all, or is it one of the rooms that would hold the key to her continued journey?

Arias... Or her own.

She shrugs and decides on just opening the first door. Sonatas.

The sight is actually rather shocking, strangely enough. The room is in complete shambles, things are torn up and tossed around. The walls are covered in messages like “help me” and “let me out” written in what looks like pretty much everything from pen to make-up and blood. Adagio feels a pang of guilt for the suffering of stupid, innocent Sonata.
She pokes around the room for a bit, looking for clues. There are none. Just the scrawled messages and a whole lot of trashed stuff. The bed has a strong scent of sex. Something recent? Disturbingly probable.

Stepping out into the hallway again, scissor first. Adagio angrily marches over to Arias door and attempts to kick it in. it does not budge. A squelching sound emanates from behind it. A tiny trickle of what looks like blood flows from the crack under the door. Adagio lets out a short, low growl and goes for it again. Her long, strong legs and the shapely hips that carry them are not going to be defeated by a bedroom door, no matter if there is a wall of cocks behind it.

Crashing her heeled boot into the door again, she can feel it give a bit of way. The next problem comes in the form of her being stuck with her heel in the cracked door. Flailing her arms and making a sudden noise, she falls backwards. A second later, as she is laying on the floor, seeing stars and swearing, she catches a glimpse of something moving in the darkness of the hole her boot made.

A fleshy mass starts snaking out from the small hole, breaking it slowly into a bigger hole. She stirred something. Something not in the shape of the teenage girls she has been beating on so far.

Smooth, fleshy tentacles of various sizes make their way through the door at a not-so threatening pace. Adagio gets up and grasps her scissors. Her overloaded mind only has one thought; This will prove good practice for any cock-cutting that might occur later.

Easily dodging the creeping appendages' first attack, she grabs one of them, instantly regrets it but holds on anyhow so she can get it in between her scissors. Then bringing the large metal blades down with a satisfying snipping sound. The warm, fleshy thing squirms in a spastic, erratic manner much more violent than something with a spine would do.

So it is not spined and cuts easy enough. On top of that, Adagio is rather surprised by the torrent of blood that follows.

There is, as well, a roaring scream coming from the darkness of Arias room. More tentacles start welling out of the now rather large hole in the door, threatening to break it down completely and fill the hallway in a wave of squirming flesh.

Adagio grits her teeth and looks around in non-fearful panic. Time to start snipping. She goes to work with the heavy scissors, catching and cutting. The fairly slow fleshy tentacles proving easy prey for her furious assault.

Blood and twitching flesh drop to the floor like spring rain as Adagio dances around the chaos. A cut here, a dodge there. It tries to snake around her legs but she is quickly there to stop the advance. Soon, the hallway is bathed in blood and the floor has become slick. She has a good few steps of experience with gore by now so she keeps steady enough.

The roaring screech from inside the room sounds out pretty much every time she cuts something. Might the source of the abomination be immobile in there?

Fighting her way through the squirming mass, she makes the short few steps to the door. Then she does her best to shoulder-slam whatever is left of the broken door. As the non-flesh gives way, she stumbles into the room. The sight that meets her is not very surprising but grotesque none the less.

A large wad of flesh, seemingly made up from the same squirming tentacles she has been fighting takes up more than half the room. In the middle is a single, enormous purple eye. It tracks her every movement and the nearest tentacles attempts to lash out at her with their jerking movements. She takes an uneasy stride through the fleshy surrounding and cuts whatever manages to grab her.

She leers into the large eye as she comes close.

“Gonna have to to a lot better than that.”

She raises the scissors with both hands and brings the closed instrument down hard into the eye. The noise the follows is ear-piercing and at least slightly satisfying. The tentacles flail and twitch, aimless and powerless. Adagio matches the horrible noise with a triumphant laugh.

Gazing around her, she makes sure no more fleshy appendages are attempting to sneak up on her, then she pulls her weapon out from the oozing eyeball, only to bring it down hard again and again. She hacks away at the gooey glob for a good minute before stopping. When done, she is completely covered in eye-juice and blood, even filthier than before but a little more satisfied.

Breathing heavily and looking around, Adagio makes sure that the writhing appendages lay limp before moving. She steps through the blood and slime to get out of Arias room. That is one thing dealt with. Next, what will await her in her own room?

Walking carefully through the bloodstained hallway, she comes up on the living-room-area of the apartment. It is suspiciously unchanged, besides the river of blood that is now soaking into the carpets. She proceeds slowly, keeping a keen eye for anything else that might spring forth. Faster tentacles would prove a problem if they are as many as that flesh-things.

Eerie silence and the visage of normalcy has her on edge. It feels obvious that her room will be far, far more horrific than the rest of this disgusting nightmare. She walks slowly up to her door and carefully touches the knob, half expecting it to morph into a long schlong or the likes. No, that's just over-active imagination. Didn't she see that in a movie at some point?

The door-handle is cool and firm, as it should be. Maybe Hell did lose its sense of humour after all? She grits her teeth and turns it slowly, as if attempting to make no noise. There is a little click and the door opens. Scissor held ready, she flings the door open and takes a step inside. Before she can react, she can feel wind behind her and a loud slam as the door closes just an inch behind her.

Before her is a far too familiar sight. Her shoulders droop and she lets out a long exhale. She is standing in the entrance hall of Canterlot High. Again. Grunting bitterly and taking a deep breath of the musty air, she looks around with burning hate in her eyes. This version of the school is even worse than the last. It actually looks exactly like it did in the real world. That simply cannot be good.

She never thought that after all the insane things she has seen, this mundane sight would be the one that terrifies her the most. Well played, Hell.

She walks slowly, not quite feeling defeated but definitely not in high spirits. Should she take the same path as before? Will she be greeted by a mass of flesh and cocks in the gym hall? She can feel her rage surge back and take command. Seething, muttering to herself, she picks up her pace. If there is another wall of genitalia around here somewhere, it is getting one Hell of a scissor-treatment.

Aches and pains, filth and fatigue are yet again swept back by her unending rage. She may not feel alive and well but she has the strength to carry on. If she has to die over and over again just to get to the end of this probably endless loop of horror, she will. Mind made up, she trots along the hallway to get to the gym hall. Whatever is there will have some of her wrath, no matter if it boils down to her kicking a couple of chairs or whatever.

She stops dead in her tracks as she hears a noise. No, not any noise, it is footsteps. Up ahead. The well-lit hallway remains empty. Adagio narrows her eyes and starts off ahead again. Are those steps coming closer or disappearing in the distance? She catches a glimpse of something just rounding a corner. Yellow-and-red hair. Finally, prey.

She sprints with all her might to catch up with Sunset Shimmer. Her memory of this damned place still serves her rather well, she knows the bacon-hair is cornering herself. The locker rooms.

As Adagio rounds the corner, the door ahead just closes. Got her now. Grinning to herself, Adagio bursts through the door without any pause or second thought. The locker room is silent and the lighting in dim. Silence all around. Of course, this is just another set-up.

Stalking along the rows of lockers and benches, she readies herself for anything. Sunset Shimmer might be a prissy little bitch but this is Hell after all. More footsteps, quick, running. Along with a little echo. The showers.

Adagio cuts across the room, no longer paying any attention to the fact that this is very probably a trap. She hears a faint splashing of water, the showers indeed. Then again, why would the water be running?

She comes to a skidding stop as she comes upon the entrance of the showers. Things are hard to make out in the dim light but she is certain Sunset stands at the far wall of the shower-room. A room that no longer is tiled but walled with pulsating flesh. Adagio narrows her eyes. So this is a showdown? She huffs and waves her scissors in front of her. So be it.

One step, then another. Sunset just stands there, looking smug. Oh how Adagio cannot wait to cut that smug grin off her face. Halfway into the room, Adagio walks with purpose, yet watches closely for anything that might flank her. Any manner of meaningful fight in this place is surely not going to be fair. Just past the halfway point, Sunset takes her first step, her stomping footfall followed by the trickling sound of water. The showers turn on, spraying water everywhere.

Adagio picks up her pace and so does Sunset. Soon they are both rushing against each other, screaming. Sunset tears off her jacket and Adagio raises her scissors. Time seems to stop for a second just before the impact. Sunset lunges low and tosses her jacket mid-flight. The item of clothing hits Adagio around the head while Sunset tackles her with a wide grip around the waist.

Adagio lets out a breathless roar as she is knocked to the floor, bringing her weapon down hard. The heavy scissors grazing Sunsets side, drawing blood. Of course, Adagio does not know what she hit as she is blinded by the jacket. They wrestle, toss and turn as they roll across the floor.

Adagio finally manages to get the jacket off her face only to be greeted by a shower-fall of water. Water and the psychotically happy, smiling face of Sunset Shimmer. Adagio does her best to slash with her scissors but she is very soon pretty much cemented to the floor by Sunsets vice-like grip. It seems the challenges do indeed ramp up around here.

Pinned to the floor, Adagio kicks, squirms and swears while Sunset just leers at her. The water soaking them both. Sunset seems to have the strength of ten but all she does is hover above Adagio with a wicked grin.

“Fight me, you stupid whore!”

If looks could kill, the battle would already be over with Adagio as the victor. Being pinned down is torture and the water is starting to annoy her as well. Sunset raises an eyebrow and her smile slacks a bit. She does not move or speak for a good minute. Adagio is fuming. Suddenly, Sunset raises Adagios hand holding the scissors and rapidly slams it into the floor until she loses her weapon. Adagio attempts a headbutt, a bite, anything but Sunset just lets out a short laugh and pins her down again.

“Now that you are a bit cleaner...”

Sunset speaks in a sultry tone and her mad grin creeps back onto her face.

“... I have a little plan for you.”

Her eyes flash with malice and she hardly even strains as she bends Adagios hands together over her head before rolling them both over to the side. She bends her arms down and keeps them with just a single hand before getting up on a knee and forcing Adagio up as well.

The string of creative insults from the sirens mouth is almost as foul as Hell itself. She is only silenced once Sunset shoves her face into the fleshy wall. The bacon-haired one cackling under her breath. Adagio struggles wildly but cannot do much besides lose her balance, to which Sunset just hauls her up again.

Sunset pulls on her to spin her around around and then slams her back into the wall. She then looks deep into Adagios wide-open, blood-vessel-cracking purple eyes. She licks her lips and bares her teeth. Adagio gets a hand loose and starts beating into her side but she hardly flinches. She soon re-seizes Adagios hand and pushes it up against the fleshy wall over her head. To her annoyance and slightly brewing panic, the siren can feel the wall behind her mould around her hand and grip her wrist. Oh no, this just is not happening. Torture from Sunset? Even more than she has already endured?

She does her best to kick now that her hands are out of the question and she is forcibly held up anyway. A few hits, one even staggers Sunset for a second. The red-and-crimson attacker backs off for a second, the same maniacal look on her face. She stands there for a moment, in the soaking shower of lukewarm water. What happens next tips Adagio over the edge.

Sunset slowly and carefully pulls her boots off, then her jeans. Adagio watches in horror as the red-and-yellow-haired girl gets increasingly naked. She involuntarily guesses what is about to happen next.

When Sunset is stripped down to just a wet blouse and panties, Adagio has nearly tired herself out completely from her violent struggle.

“Sunset, you disgusting fucking pile of dick-cheese, don't you dare touch me!”

Adagios protestation only seems to make Sunset shudder in anticipation. She does an annoying little dance around the shower while eyeing Adagio in all the wrong ways.

“You see, Adagio, from the second I learned who you really were, I have been wanting to hurt you in so many different ways. The little incidents in the previous place we met... Well, let's just say you have been a bad girl in more ways than one, you are in need of some thorough punishment.”

Adagio looks to the side and blows as much air as she can muster. This is some terrible bullshit right here. Sunset may be a part of the bitch-patrol, but this is not her. This is some Hell-abomination taking her form to taunt her. Not a very well-spoken one at that.

Sunset dances in close and brushes up against Adagio. The orange-haired one instantly attempts a headbutt but gets nowhere besides a tug at her previously precious hair. Hate in her eyes and with a frustrated growl, she can do little more than watch as Sunset starts carefully undressing her.

Then again, it is a miracle her clothes have made it this far. Sure, there are rips and discolourings but she is still pretty much fully dressed. Not for long.

Sunset presses herself up against Adagio with her unnatural strength and gives a breathy exhale into her ear. The exhale is instantly followed by a mad snicker.

“I'm going to taste you, I am going to drain you...”

She gives a long, water-wet lick across the side of Adagios face. She meets Sunsets advance with a noise of disgust and as defiant stance as she can muster. Taking the assault while seething with hate. Sunsets hands dance over her body, already touching her inappropriately enough for a rage-filled-apocalypse.

Adagio breathes hard through her nose and does her best to keep the water out of her eyes. She resists Sunset the best she can while attempting to stay fully fuelled with any stamina her rage can provide. Have to device a plan, have to figure out both an escape and the brutal vengeance to follow.

Sunset on the other hand is drunk with victory, her fingers dancing all over Adagios wet body. Another thing that has the siren on her toes is that the disgusting touch of the fire-haired bitch is far too pleasant. Something different from all the pain she has endured of late.

They bite their lower lips at the same time and their eyes lock for just a second. Hate and lust mingle. The hate from both sides and the lust from Sunset. Adagio has to look to the side not to join her in the same glance. This is wrong, so very, very wrong, especially in this wet, uncomfortable setting.

Sunsets fingers work their way around her tight, modest chest, over her small but well-rounded breasts and down to her slender waist. They stop for a moment at the curve of her shapely hips and she snarls as she can feel Sunsets fingers drum against her wet skin. Her eyes find her assailant's and she grits her teeth before grunting out the words.

“Before this is over, I will have your head.”

Sunset gives her a moment of surprise, then another maniac grin. She follows up by leaning in to nibble on Adagios neck. Blunt teeth in the rain of the shower is too much for the siren. She shudders ever so slightly at the touch. Only to freeze up a second later as Sunsets fingers touch her most private of places.

Adagio lays her head back with a loudly pronounced curse. The sleek, soft fingers of Sunset are actually giving a very certain manner of instant pleasure. She is skilled. Disturbingly skilled. Adagio writhes under her touch and plays coy for a moment.

Then she attempts a wild headbutt.

Sunset takes a hit, glancing and with a passing stun but a hit none the less. She staggers back and instantly attempts to regain her posture, eyes flaring in a demonic red. This fuels Adagio like nothing did before. Her fears are nothing to the point that she knew this was just another illusion. Sure, she was sailing along that river for a bit. Nobody can blame a girl for a bit of fun. Now, it is all blood and seriousness again.

Sunset snarls loudly and takes a strange stance. Adagios nostrils flare as she takes in as much oxygen as she can. To come this far, all these challenges. Given the chance, she will butcher this bitch. Time seems to slow down as Sunset comes at her. Adagio hopes beyond hope that her impromptu plan will work as she flings her legs up, crooking her back and shotguns Sunset hard in the the chest with both feet.

The fleshy bindings hold firm. Adagio pulls off a drop-kick without the drop. Sunset is flung back into the next shower-stall over, wheezing for breath. Adagio takes the few seconds to flail at her bindings again, feeling the tight, slippery restraints slip ever so slightly with every rage-fuelled struggle she gives them.

What feels like minutes of struggle is ended with a wet slap against the floor. Hands and knees. Both aching to a mind that does not recognise it. Adagio rises slowly in the uneven spray of water as Sunset stirs in the gloom of the opposite stall. The siren breathes in deeply through her nose while taking one step, feeling her foot poke something on the floor. She then lets out a slow, dragging, victorious laugh as she bends down to pick up a large, rough, metal object from the floor. Her scissors.

As she looks up again, she is met by the silhouette of Sunsets slim figure, menacing red eyes and irritatingly silent form. Sunset takes a jerking step forward, raising one arm.

Adagio grins. Half-naked and wet doesn't mean shit now that she is free, armed and knows what she is facing.

With a sudden screech, Sunset lunges at her. Adagio side-steps and brings her brutal weapon down in a wide arch, aimed for the back of her enemy. It is met by a satisfyingly meaty sound, easily heard over the splash of the showers. Sunset falls forward, one of her hands limply grazing Adagios leg.

Breathing heavily, Adagio looks down at the fallen enemy in triumph as a large, blood-red hole seeps from her back. Things mull over in her mind and she has to stop herself from kneeling down and giving another slash. Have to stay her hand, have to keep composed. Right? No.

Fuck no.

She grits her teeth for a second, then kneels down to grip the back of Sunsets fire-mane. She holds her head up and listens for a second. No breathing. Probably a ruse. She drags the thick steel edge of the scissors against the back of her neck.

“Talk, hell-spawn. I will have your head in either case, you decide if I make it quick or if I take my sweet, sweet time...”

Silence for a good few seconds. Then, in what feels like yet another eternity, Sunset wheezes.

“Adagio...”

The wet-and-bleeding Sunset begins.

“... Don't try to fool yourself...”

Adagio puts on a disgusted face as Sunset twists her head to look up at her, one flaring eye meeting her gaze through a wet mess of hair.

“This is exactly what you wanted...”

Adagio snorts, looking to the side for a moment. She then takes a deep breath and puts on a fairly convincing, knowing smirk.

“You are nothing, hell-spawn. Sure, you are in the shape of one of my greatest enemies but I have walked through worse Hell than this... You really have to try harder.”

Sunset hangs her head at the response and takes another wheezing breath. Probably to respond. Her reply never comes though, as Adagio brings her scissors down hard. One blow to the lung, one blow to sever her spinal cord. An inaccurate mess. Adagio definitely has to stab for more than a minute before she can wrench Sunset's head free.

Adagio stands up, body flaring with discomfort but her expression triumphant. One hand around her weapon. The other with a handful of Sunset's red-and-yellow hair. Head separated from body.

“Told you I'd have your head.”

Adagio sighs as she looks around for whatever clothing she can salvage, then drags it out of the showers, along with the severed head. A severed head still grimly smiling. Something to be expected in all this madness.

Out in the hallway, she slumps down with her back against the wall

Adagio re-dresses the best she can. At least now she is fairly clean. The path ahead is unclear but laughably predictable. What more does Hell have to throw at her?