Sonata sat on the edge of the toilet looking at the tub filling up with bubbles. Even after several centuries living amongst the creepy ape creatures Starswirl and the Hoboclowns sent them too, Dagi and Aria didn’t trust her to wash herself. It’s like you accidentally drown in an inch of water once, and no one trusts you not to bathe yourself.
But it did make for some good bonding time though. Aria loved sighing with how happy she was, and made a game of stabbing Quacky McQuackersons and his ducky army. But Dagi loved making her feel good. It was even better when all three of them needed a bath. Aria would bring out the restraints to tie up Dagi, and the gag for Sonata. But Dagi always got out and ended with Aria getting tied up and moaning into Sonata’s crotch.
Sonata jumped as the door burst open with a change in her normal schedule as Aria furiously yelled as she was dragged already naked and bound up, “What the unholy fuck are you doing! Untie me before I feed you to the Snuggleoth the Destroyer!”
“And this is why I trapped you, you idiot. You’ve been playing that new video game so long that you’re even more detached from reality than normal, and you smell so bad that we’re likely to get a Health Inspector called on us again to see if the house needs to be condemned.”
“Hey, the last one fainted when he got near me. And if you would’ve listened to me and hid the body, we wouldn’t have to worry about this.”
“And if we did that moron, we would’ve gotten deeper scrutiny. This isn’t the Dark Ages when we can just make people disappear when they get too curious,” Dagi sighed.
“Yeah … the Dark Ages were fun,” Aria sighed as well. Followed by me. I mean who didn’t love the Dark Ages? Lots of people angry at each other, the government, the Kings and Queens, the bubonic plague, just fun times all around. We never had as good a meal on this ugly planet as we did then.
Then Breyton, Roam, and the Grand Earth Republic had to sign that stupid Friendship Accord and form stupid, friendship based Earth Accord ending our fun … at least not until TV and Videogames were made.
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After Aria and Dagi played in the tub for a while, as I played with Quacky McQuackerson and his Duckie Army. Aria no longer smelled like death warmed over and was pouting as she floated in the water as I sent some duckies to keep her company.
But not Quacky. Quacky was mine and I’d punt anyone in their tacos if they tried stealing him. Dagi said he was immortal like they were, and that’s why he never stayed dead. And everyone knows Dagi would never lie to them. She was Best Leader.
But now it was her turn for some bathtime goodness.
I feel the warm, fuzzy, shakes feel me with tacoy goodness, as Adagio gets that determined, predatory look in her eyes like she gets before she gets the Best Ideas Ever (™). Well other than her idea to do the Battle of the Bands, but how were they to know the Rainbuggers where dirty cheaters who cheated (1)?
I watched as she gagged a still ‘slightly more than usual’ angry Aria with a loofa as she started complaining, “I don’t need a bath! How else is this world’s losers going to fear my natural musk! It’s a mmph! Mmmphmm! Grrr!”
“Yes I’m sure whatever you’re going on about makes sense to an idiot, but you’re sounding dumber than Sonata. Think about that Aria. Dumber. Than. Sonata.” Dagi said before adding soap to the loofa, and adding some down Aria’s chest for good measure, “Now Sonata be a good little fry and lean back. Aria’s volunteered to clean you up before you’re special treat.”
Now I know that Adagio and Aria think I’m dumb. But if Mr. Rodger’s Neighborhood taught me one thing, “I’m special just the way I am.” and “I’m important”, and everyone knows that children’s tv shows can’t lie to you (2) … even if they do give out restraining orders and lawsuits for ‘mental trauma’, or ‘defiling the very concept of good within humanity’.
I’m shaken from my super smart, and not at all dumb thinking as Aria’s thrust against mine. Her entire body lathering me up as I look in awe at best leader. Adagio working over Aria with a sudsie Soap Dildo she uses for my favorite day of the week.
I shiver as the lines of body soap dangling on Aria’s skin like the lines of white man candy that hangs off of Adagio on her work sessions turn lather me up. Her silky soft skin starting to smell better now that we’re getting clean together and her moans turning from anger to lustful give me goosebumps of winning.
“I like you better this way Aria. Bowing before me while taking my cock deep inside your pussy, while you get Sonata ready for the main event.” Adagio purred as she shifted Aria’s face to my pussy. I remove her gag so her mouth can make me feel pretty. And pretty awesome.
I do my part and trace the lines of Aria’s body in the ways I know she likes with one hand while the other plays with her breasts. I’ll never understand how Adagio can time Aria’s orgasm with my first mini-O. As Aria screams in pleasure into my pussy, The slick thwacking sound stops and I see Adagio get ready for the next part of our bathtime fun. She flips Aria so our legs are scissored and Aria’s soapy pussy is resting against mine. I see her apply strings of body soap to herself as she leans over Aria’s neck and starts licking and gently biting her body as she rubs her body against Aria, while Aria and I grinded out slick pussies together.
I with glee as Adagio played with Aria, feeling Aria speed up or slow down as Adagio played her like Aria plays children in Arcades … well without the deliciously sobbing messes Aria leaves the kids in … other than that one time after Aria saw ‘Jason Bourne’ (3). But considering how traumatized Aria was she could be forgiven. Like the time I accidentally replaced all of Adagio’s KY Jelly with Bacon Oil (4).
I must’ve blacked out (5) because next thing I know Aria’s passed out in the tub and Adagio’s about the straddle my face to give me a faceful of goodness as as purrs, “Happy Taco Tuesday.”
Author's Note
(1): Sonata knew this for a fact from all the times she broke into their houses to lick them while they slept. As well as licking their doorknobs, pets (after she knocked them out with chloroform), as well as doodled occasionally on their sleeping faces.
(2): Even Aria agreed that if an internet did a song about something it was definitely true. And Adagio could shove her "facts" into the storage locker that is her hair (5).
(3): It took Aria several days of Batman Marathoning, and Adagio having sex with her dressed up as Red Sonja.
(4): Not Sonata's fault. She was under the impression that bacon made everything better. It wasn't her fault that the fatty oil made everyone break out in pimples the next day.
(5): Adagio's hair has been known to hide amongst other things:
- A family of squirrels.
- Sonata's emergency tacos.
- with accompanying, stolen, condiment sauce bottles.
- Spare video game controllers.
- and at one time that shall never be spoken of again, a very angry family of birds.
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