Aria Blaze Is A Femboy

Adagio's little power-meeting had been just as boring and useless as a thousand times before. She babbled on and on about some dumb plan and generally glorified herself for nearly an hour. Aria zoned out after the first few minutes and found a particularly interesting stretch of plain wall to stare at. She only gave a little bit of attention as Adagio explained a difference in the usual tactics. Infiltration instead of a brazen take-over. She ordered the seduction of at least one member of the Rainbooms for each sister. Aria scoffed at the idea but did not protest it. Sometimes it is best to just let Adagio run wild and prod her about her failings later. Besides, crushing that disgusting boyband from within is a delightfully sinister idea. As well as the cherry on top, getting to see Sonata bumble around and fail miserably. Unless of course someone of the guys is big into all-boobs-no-brains. Aria offered the thought very little further consideration.

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Back in the relatively comfortable sanctuary of her room, Aria sits staring at herself in the mirror. To make this plan anywhere near good or even the least bit exciting, she will have to map out the enemy and make very precise strikes. How hard could it be to make any of those chuckleheads fall for her? Just too bad they are all so disgustingly annoying. Sure, some more than others. The pink freak and the sporty blue bastard almost makes her dry-heave just thinking about them. Perhaps the simple-minded farmboy or the slimy fashionista. Either of those could work. She is unsure if she even wants to go near the shy guy or the mega-geek. Then again, there is something about those two, some air of mystery about them.

She looks away from her mirror-image for a moment, thinking of whatever weirdness she might have picked up on. The shy guy is always hanging out with animals, so there is bound to be some creepy sex-thing there. The nerd is most likely gay. She has seen him stare dreamingly at that fire-haired dolt. She snickers shortly to herself, a sound entirely drowned out by the grinding of her music. Not that picking up a gay guy would be any kind of trouble.

She looks back into the mirror and touches her face for a moment. She looks good even without make-up. All dolled up, she is a force to be reckoned with. All this thinking, planning, preparing for the hunt actually has her in high spirits. She notices, wipes the smile off her face, curses Adagio for altering her mood and slowly rises from her seat. She takes the few steps required to yet again crash on the bed. This time, the pants will stay off for as long as possible. Perhaps she'll wear a skirt tomorrow. Yeah, that is a good idea. She rolls over and closes her eyes. Maybe the coming day won't be the worst after all.

A decent night's sleep. A long morning ritual in which none of the sisters even see each other for an hour or two. Girl stuff. They are good at it, today begins the next phase of their operation. Aria flails around her room with the stereo on absolute max. Insanely intense breakcore, get her psyched and keep herself in check. So much hate wants to spill out of her but is kept in through a barrier of music.
Spike-clad boots, Mis-matched stockings with holes, black plaited miniskirt, striped crop-top and her aquamarine jacket. She is deadly. Sharply dressed for the kill. She slathers on just the right amount of cosmetics with practiced expertise and grins for herself in the mirror. She's got this. She will outshine Adagio so hard that the orange bitch is going to have to eat it for months. She spins on her chair and lets her happy expression fade. Game-face on.

She meets up with her sisters and they all nod to each other in silent acceptance of each other's visages. Then they make their way to the battleground, or school, as it were. As they arrive, they have had a short talk about who is hunting who. Aria gets stuck with Applejack. Could have been worse but not her first choice. Then again, who was her first choice? Perhaps it is better to just get dealt some cards for this play. No, it is Adagio screwing with her, as usual. The trio does something they usually do not. They split up. Each sister off into a different direction to stalk their prey. Sure, the members of the Rainbooms are usually found together but that situation is not optimal. Have to find an opening, have to corner each boy individually.

Aria walks with style, accenting each step with the sway of her hips. She has mastered this body and it is not like the art of seduction is something new to her. She soon finds that she is in luck, up ahead stands Applejack and Butterscotch, apparently discussing something. As Aria approaches and the boys notice, Butterscotch instantly blushes and looks away. Applejack looks Aria over with an appraising gaze, apparently not at all bothered about being obvious. Aria walks up rather close. She ignores Butterscotch and locks eyes with Applejack. He looks down at her from his towering height, smiles and speaks.

"Hey there sugar, need anythin'?."

Aria reads his face in silence for a few seconds, then flashes him a tiny, mysterious smile. While still looking as vicious as ever. If her thought-of tactic does not work with this one, there is no loss.

"Yeah, you."

Applejack raises a brow.

"And how y'all figured ya'd get me?"

Butterscotch has already mumbled some excuse and left. Probably scurried off to hide behind the other boys, where ever they are. Aria hardly even takes note that he disappeared. She is completely focused on Applejack. A brutal first attack in what was going to be a subtle plan in the long run. She has to keep herself in check not to spill too much of the excitement she is feeling.

"Tonight, you'll take me to some eatery, play the gentleman, I'll pretend to be interested, then we'll go somewhere more comfortable... Or noisier, I don't mind dancing."

She shrugs. Applejack still has that semi-interested, halfway clueless look on his face. Is he actually slow or just good at this game? She cannot wait to pluck his mind. Her predatory gaze falls on the small details of his movement as he turns his head to the side and clicks his tongue once before focusing back on her. His smile takes on a lovelier aspect and he actually looks quite handsome.

"Well then, little lady, y'all are in for some gettin' then. Mind tellin' me ya name before we go a-datin'?"

Aria huffs victoriously and tosses her head a bit.

"Aria Blaze."

Applejack removes his hat and puts it to his chest while bowing his neck slightly.

"Mah pleasure, Aria Blaze. Call me Applejack."

Aria fakes some appropriate pleasantry and keeps her subtle smile just that, subtle. She can't wait to see how bad the other girls are doing while her little fish already swallowed her bait. Hook, line and sinker.

"Well, Applejack, you can pick me up at the corner of 5th and Palomino. Eight, sharp. Never leave me waiting."

Upon completing her brash command, she simply turns on the spot and starts walking. Almost unnecessarily slow. Perhaps milking it a bit too much but she simply cannot help it. She made her point and Applejack is stylish enough not to bark out some answer. She can practically feel his eyes checking out her entire being as she walks away. Her steps slowly picks up. The movement of her hips is very smooth, she has had a lot of practice, she knows it is fuel for the fire she just lit.

Aria struts around a bit, feeling good about herself. Staring down random students and making sure everyone knows how visually stunning she is. Applejack will get to do the talking. He is more than likely already spilling the beans to his little group of silly bastards. Hopefully with a big, sloppy counter-serving of how a snide Adagio and bumbling Sonata also attempted some manner of pick-up and failed mercilessly.

Aria finds Adagio and Sonata on the steps of the main entrance. Just seeing them is like a feast for the gods. They have obviously not succeeded. Sonata is hammering on some hyperactive hand-held console while Adagio is disregarding all subtlety, smoking a cigarette like there's gold on the end of it. Aria steps over in silence, keeping the usual face of discontent she has while in the general vicinity of Adagio. Naturally, the poofy mess of orange is the first one to notice her while Sonata does not seem to notice anything at all. Adagio puts out her cig and glares at Aria as she approaches. Aria basically cheers inside but she knows well enough to keep her cool. Adagio speaks in her usual unbearable tone.

"There you are. I was beginning to think you'd ran off."

Aria snorts and waves her hand in a dismissive motion. She would run to the edge of the galaxy. If she could. Bonded to these idiots for an eternity will make one feel that way. The downsides are many and the upsides are usually too short to be enjoyed properly. Time to fire away and perhaps take some pleasure from her momentary progress.

"I was busy getting a date. Tonight."

Sonata turns her head up with a "oh, so that was what I was supposed to do"-look on her face while Adagio has more of a barely contained rage on hers. Aria is loving it. She even tops the fury-cake with a short flashing of a mischievous grin. Adagio notices and her voice almost cracks as she attempts her usual condescending tone and nonchalant expression.

"Good, then I know the easy part has been taken care of. You keep that disgustingly honest farmboy busy and we corrupt the rest of their dynamic little tribe."

Aria crosses her arms and groans audibly. Adagio is just shoveling crap again, saying whatever to make it sound like she plans everything perfectly. A little light goes up for Aria, a grand idea. She is going to turn this whole thing on its head. She will be the one to corrupt the Rainbooms. She will single-handedly destroy them from within. She will have them all eating out of her hands. Then she will take Adagio down. Hard and absolute. For now, she will have to swallow any pride and just play along.

"Mhm, great plan, Adagio. I'm just gonna head home and get ready to do some real damage."

She locks eyes with Adagio and they exchange a long, hateful moment. Sonata shrugs and goes back to her game. Adagio falsely softens up and smirks for Aria.

"Do that, you need all the preparation you can get."

Aria gives Adagio a dead stare for a good few seconds, resisting all and every urge to just throw up two middle fingers and start shouting. She decides for some sarcasm instead.

"I'll see you after the successful downfall of our enemies, great leader."

She spins around to make her exit, feeling Adagio's eyes on her in a much different light than Applejack's. Perhaps this dating stuff won't be so bad after all. Just having a big, strong man do whatever she wants instead of being bossed around by a prissy bitch for once. Aria lets her hips move in their usual seductive sway as she grins lightly for herself now that Adagio cannot see the small crack of glee on her face.

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After arriving home, Aria allows herself another little moment of victory. She makes sure the front door is locked, as well as the one to her room. Music on brutal blast, she just stands in the middle of the small, four-walled space for a while, taking it all in. Finally, an opportunity and an idea that will slash her oppressive bonds. Dominating Adagio in this way will be the ultimate magnum opus of their long squabble. Being the boss will feel impossibly sweet.

Rage, hate and frustration boils within her. She undoes her boots and kicks them off. She takes a few light, dancing steps on stocking-clad feet while tossing her jacket off. Skirt was a good idea, nothing constricting or distracting. She falls backwards onto her bed with closed eyes. Letting the electronic blasts of the music sweep her mind away for a few moments, her hands wander aimlessly. She lifts her skirt and hook a few fingers into the lace of her panties. There seems to be a little bit of constriction after all. She has made very sure to be able to wear any outfit, regardless of what she does and does not need to hide. Right now, the thoughts of grinding Adagio's face into the dirt apparently has her a bit hot and bothered.

She breathes in deep through her nose, then exhales slowly. Her dainty fingers search for something easily found beneath her skirt. A growing erection. She hums in delight for herself as she grasps it while pulling her panties down a bit. Small, smooth member now freed, she begins working it by hand. She rubs the tip between index-finger and thumb, her eyes still firmly shut. Her mind runs rampant. Her soft fingers holding her privates begin to move. She teases herself while an assorted gallery of dominance plays out in her mind. The violent music simply background-noise now. Her hot little cock twitches as she moves her hand up and down. She rolls her hips and dares a moan out loud. She picks up the pace, grasping the fabric of her skirt tightly with her other hand. She moans again, followed by a pant and whimper. She is so warm, tingling. Her mind floods with even more images. A certain shape forms in her mind's eye. She moans again, her body convulsing for just a second. A hot spray splatters the lace of her panties.

Biting her lip, she opens her eyes. The last image she saw haunts her. Applejack's handsome smile. She blinks rapidly a few times and breathes in deep to compose herself. She stares up at the ceiling for a minute or two, letting her arms lay limply besides her. A recovery of some kind, she obviously needed that whole burst of sexuality. Now she can go for the next step in the plan with a clear mind.

Or, well, a fairly clear mind in either case. She no longer has any idea how it will be to face Applejack with the thoughts currently spinning in her head. She takes solace in the roaring music and rises slowly. Time to get clean and fresh, doll herself up to truly dazzle and then get back to the hunt.