Sunset Shimmer ran across the rooftops. A teenage girl, running and jumping from massive, deadly heights where even the slightest miscalculation could lead to her falling to her death by splatting on the asphalt. What could be going through her head that would motivate her to do this?

Well, it might have something to do with the topless demon pursuing her.

"Give it up, Sunset!" Midnight Sparkle shouted, chasing Sunset across the rooftops. "You can't escape me. You know you can't resist!" Midnight struck a pose. Her corset had come undone, and she was quite happy to let her assets hang out.

"No!" Sunset insisted. She took a few steps back from the edge of the roof, then ran and jumped onto the next roof. Her hands barely caught the corner of the roof, but it was enough to keep her from falling. She pulled herself up, scrambling, her legs flailing.

"Sunset..." Midnight cooed, stepping onto the ledge. Her wings raised up in anticipation. "Why do you do this? Why do you put us through this game of cat and mouse? You know I'll catch you eventually. Why resist?" Midnight spread her arms in a welcoming gesture, suggestively flexing her eyebrows.

"Because I'm better than your little games! I'm not your doll or toy to play with!" Sunset snapped. She noticed a garbage pail on the roof. The strangeness of a trash can on the roof didn't occur to her, nor did it matter. Sunset grabbed the lid off the can, and hurled it at Midnight with all her strength. The improvised discus hit Midnight square in the ribs, and Midnight fell with a groan, tripping over the edge and falling into the alley.

Sunset wiped the sweat off her brow and sighed in relief. "Whoo."

"Very good, Sunset," a pair of hands wrapped around Sunset's shoulders, and a pair of large, pure-white breasts soon enveloped her face. "But now you have to deal with me."

"Ugh, no! Get off!" Sunset groaned, trying to wrestle Principal Celestia off.

"What's the matter, Sunset?" Celestia asked, not disturbed by Sunset's struggling. She gave Sunset a kiss on the forehead. "Don't you like me? Isn't there some lingering affection for your old mentor? Most of the students like me that way, you know. Is is my cleavage? Are my boobs just not big enough for you anymore? You used to love sucking on them..."

"I repeat myself; ugh, no. Get off!" Sunset shouted. With a mighty cry, she was able to heft Celestia off and toss her into the alley with Midnight. She ignored Celestia's screams and sighed again.

"That should take care of that. Ugh. Crazy woman, constantly trying to shove their boobs in my face. Ugh. Perverts," Sunset spat.

"Oh, I don't know about that, Sunset Shimmer. If an attractive, older, buxom woman wanted freely to shove her bazooms all over my face, I would be flattered."

Sunset turned around. "Adagio Dazzle? How are you here?"

"That's not important," Adagio said, as bare chested and topless as Midnight had been. "What does matter is that you've hurt my boobs' feelings."

Sunset scoffed, rubbing her temples. "Don't be ridiculous. Boobs don't have feelings."

"No? No, I suppose they don't." Adagio's nipples leaked out drops of milk. "Oh, look, Sunset. You made them cry. You should come over and apologize..."

Sunset went weak in the knees. "Oh, Celestia... it's so... sexy..."

Adagio groaned, frustrated. "I thought we covered this already, Sunset. Celestia doesn't reply to you anymore. As far as you're concerned, Celestia is dead. Your old goddess is dead. I am the only goddess who will answer your prayers now... and I... demand... a tribute." Adagio walked towards Sunset.

Sunset fell to her knees, her eyes falling on Adagio's feet. She was, after all, an unworthy thrall unfit to gaze on any more appealing part of her mistress until her mistress gave Sunset her express permission and blessing. "What... what must I do, Mistress?"

"Well, I think it's pretty clear you've upset my boobs with your harsh words..." Adagio hissed, a delightful wicked smile on her face. She knew what she was saying was utterly nonsensical hooie. Boobs with feelings, really? Really? But Sunset was a good little thrall, she had proven that... and she would lap up every word of it and believe it as fervently as she would believe something that came from her own head. "And I think we both know the only way to fix it is to give an apology, the only way boobs know how. And that's to apologize... and to suck."

"I'm sorry..."

Adagio snapped her fingers. "Look at my boobs when you're apologizing to them, Sunset. You may lay your gaze on my marvels, my servant."

Sunset cautiously raised her head up, as if she couldn't believe Mistress Adagio would grant her the privilege of gazing upon her cleavage. "T-thank you, Mistress..." Sunset cupped the sides of Adagio's breasts. "I'm sorry, Adagio... I'm sorry, Adagio's boobies..." Sunset leaned and sucked on Adagio's nipple. Adagio squeezed her breasts together and shoved both nipples into Sunset's mouth, blasting her mouth with a double shot of milk from each teat, her milk jugs pumping their product into Adagio's thrall.

"I forgive you," Adagio said, "but my boobs need a bit more proof, I'm afraid. You're going to have to cum..." Adagio idly examined her nails, as if telling someone to have an orgasm was something as casual to her as walking down the street and waving hello. She smirked, knowing everything she was saying was ridiculous, but that Sunset would be helpless and powerful but to comply.

"Yes, Mistress..." Sunset said, sucking harder on Adagio's nipples.

"You know, Sunset, how is that you could resist Midnight and Celestia, but not me, even though they both have that large boob flesh you crave? it's because deep down, we both know..." Adagio curled a lock of Sunset's hair around her finger. "I'm the one you really want. I'm the one you want to be with. I'm the one you want to be your Mistress and obey. I'm the one who..." Adagio cupped her chin, trying to stifle her laughter at the ridiculousness of what she was going to say. "Who's boobs you want to obey, ha-ha!" She struggled seriously not crack up.

Sunset accepted this, as unblinking and unquestioning as two plus two equaling four. "Yes, Mistress... your boobs are the ones I want to obey."

"Yes..." Adagio traced her finger across Sunset's chin. "I'm the one. My boobs. Obey. Obey. Obey."

"I'll obey..." Sunset muttered, the light of free will all but gone from her eyes.

"Will you? Will you obey your Mistress Adagio, Sunset Shimmer? Then obey this one very simple command; cum for your Mistress."

Sunset's head rolled back, Adagio's milk still dripping from her lips. She moaned. She felt fluid leak from her slit...

Sunset Shimmer woke up, groaning. Still sleeping in Twilight's bed, being shared by Twilight and Adagio, the former of whom was absent. The latter of which was sitting next to Sunset in bed, wearing pink pajamas, reading a book with reading glasses on.

Though they wouldn't be sharing for much longer if Adagio's plans ever came to fruition...

"Mmm..." Sunset groaned, lifting up.

Adagio noticed. She took off the reading glasses and put them on the night stand. "What's wrong, Sunset?"

"Bad dream," Sunset answered. "Weird, too, like a bad, wet dream..."

"Is that so?" Adagio asked with feigned intrigue.

"Mm-hmm," Sunset answered, rubbing at her eyes. "I was breastfeeding from you. I was just about to cum, too..."

"Well, why deny it to yourself, then, hmm?"

"What?" Sunset asked, eyes wide. Before she could object or even understand what was going on, Adagio touched a magic-imbued finger to the side of Sunset's boob. Sunset moaned and bucked, having a muscle spasm. She rolled around, overwhelmed by the sexual pleasure. Sunset's tits betrayed her, pumping milk out of her nipples with a pleasurable, forceful ejection of warm liquid almost on par with an orgasm, which was what her loins executed a few seconds later.

Sunset thrashed around on the bed. She ripped open her pajamas, grabbed her own breast, and shoved it into her mouth so she could suck it dry of all its sweet, creamy, warm milk. Her favorite, her love, her addiction, the milk only below the breast itself and Adagio and her breasts in particular in the list of things Sunset couldn't stop thinking about, obsessing over, loving with every fiber of her enthralled being. Adagio causally reached and over grabbed Sunset by the shoulder to keep her from rolling off the bed.

"Sweet dreams, dear," Adagio said.

What Sunset didn't realize was that Adagio knew exactly what Sunset's dream had been about. She had put it there, after all. A few magic spells to make her dream of rejecting Midnight, Twilight, and Celestia in favor of her one true mistress, Adagio Dazzle, again and again, until she believed it. Until Sunset would do so in real life, turning over to Adagio in favor of any other theoretical mistress without the slightest hesitation. All part of the plan Adagio was putting together... soon, she'd knock Twilight and Celestia off their perches, and she'd make Sunset her's and her's alone and get Sunset's friends out of the Siren's way. And probably do a few other things, but making Sunset belong to her and obey only her was her first priority.

Sunset screamed into her breast as she climaxed hard, shaking so hard the springs in the bed creaking and rattling under her movements.

Adagio picked up her reading glasses. "Just lie down, dear, I'll clean you off after I finish my book." Adagio said, turning back to her book. "I'll be over to drink your cum in a minute..."

Author's Note

Sundagio For-EVAH, y'all.

So I freewrote this in my head last night (relative to December 16th, 2016). It's short, so I figured I could go ahead and write it as sort of retroactive prequel.

I think it adds something to the main story, if in a kinda retconny way. Adagio wasn't just able to all of a sudden turn and trick Sunset against Twilight and Celestia as the main story made it seem; she had actually been planning and preparing it for some time!

And yeah, some of Adagio's thoughts are supposed to be a nod to the ridiculousness of some of the situations presented in this series and my writing (particularly Most Common Superpower and its derivatives). Who knew you could wring so many words out of mind-controlled women being made to think about boobs?

I may be leaving soon, but #Sundagio forever. FOREVAAAAAAAAAAAH.