Dazzling Oneshots

Chapters

Counseling on a Pfriday
Coming to Eat
Meeting Her Friends
Rare Opportunity (Futa) (Dazzlings only)
Rate Dape
Seeing Red
A Dazzling Christmas (Fluffy)
A Muse's Visitation
Coming to Terms and Service (Dark)

Counseling on a Pfriday

You are Anon, school counselor, and you are stuck with the Dazzlings, because:
A) They are manipulative, evil girls,
B) No one really wants to pay a psychologist to deal with them, and
C) You actually believe in magic, due to certain events among the student body

Oddly enough, Adagio seems to be the most cooperative.

"You don't understand, I had enough power to rule the world, I could /feel/ it."

"You could always go into politics."

She just sighs.

"Trust me, after a hundred years or so being the power behind a throne, you don't actually want to govern, you just want to be comfortable, and make people worship at your feet."

You make a note in your file.

"Have you ever considered being a dominatrix?"

She sits up straight at that.

"You mean that's an actual job, and not just a fetish?"

"It's a bit of both, but I think you'd like it."

Adagio gets an odd look in her eyes.

"Could you help me practice? Somehow, I think you could really help me with this."

You clear your throat and look away.

"I'm afraid not. Ah, it seems our time is up. See you next week."

She sighs, then sashays towards the door. She glances over her shoulder, a smirk on her lips.

"Maybe sooner."

And she's gone.

Aria is easily the most difficult, stubborn girl you have had to work with. You've taken to knitting a sweater while she stonewalls you.
Click click
Click click
Click

You spool more yarn from the skein.
Click

She just sits there on the couch, arms crossed and scowling. It's the third session like this, and you think you're getting through to her.
Click click
Click

You pause deliberately. A little longer, not even looking at her. Ah well, may-

Aria stands up and glares at you

"Sometimes a cigar is just a penis!"

...

"You didn't pay much attention in psychology class, did you?"

She slams her hands down on your desk.

"You're just trying to make me seem hysterical, so you can play with my vagina, I know it!"

...

"That hasn't been an ethical treatment for a long time. Is there something in your past you want to talk about?"

Aria leans down and growls in your face.

"Let's be unethical."

Sonata...

Is Sonata.

"Oh man, it was pizza pfriday today, and I ate so much pizza!"

"I see."

She rolls around on the couch, clutching a throw pillow to her chest.

"I had so much, my tummy felt like it was going to burst!"

"It's probably not a good idea to eat that much all the time. You'll gain a fair amount of weight, if you keep that up."

Sonata freezes.

"For realsies?"

"For realsies."

She stands up, dropping the pillow.

"Ooh, what if I am already fat?"

Sonata lifts up her shirt above her bra and stares at her stomach

"Is it bigger? I think it might be bigger!"

"Please put your shirt back down."

"Is it because I'm fat?"

You rub your sinuses

"No, it is not because you are fat. It's becau-"

She puts her shirt back down.

"Good, because I'm an independent blue woman, and I don't need no man."

...

"Right. Well. Pay attention to what you eat, and you'll be fine."

Sonata looks at you blankly.

"What are you talking about?"

"Try not to binge on pizza pfridays and taco tuesdays. That way you won't get fat."

Her eyes go wide.

"Ooh, what if I'm already fat? Tell me, has my butt gotten bigger?"

She begins to turn around.

"Stop! You are not fat!"

Sonata beams at you

"Aw, thanks for saying so."

You glance at your watch, and sigh in relief.

"You're welcome. It seems the time is up for this session, so I'll see you next week."

She smiles brightly.

"That's great! You know, you are the first person who plays with me so often."

...

"That's what I'm here for. Oh, one last thing. A student dropped this off, I believe this belongs to you."

It has her student ID, after all. Sonata looks at the item in your hand curiously.

"That's not my wallet."

The last bell rings, and you sit back in your chair. You always find the sound of students in the halls to be restful. Mostly because that means they aren't in your office. Your door opens, and a familiar face walks in.

"Hey dad, I just have to get this off my chest, you know?"

You sigh.

"What is it, Anon Jr?"

"That feel when no girlfriend."

Your brow wrinkles, and you gaze soulfully back at him.

"I know that feel, son."

Adagio walks in, looking a fair bit happier than last week. She sits in the center of the couch, her hands folded in her lap.

"I want to thank you for your advice last week."

"You're quite welcome. So I take it you are feeling more in control of your life?"

She grins.

"Oh yes. I persuaded an acquaintance to help me practice dominating, and the look he gave me, kneeling at my feet!"

Adagio grips the couch cushions on either side of her, her body tensing in a way that speaks directly to your manhood.

"Then he licked and suckled on my toes~, oh Doctor, I have never been so fulfilled."

"I...see."

She pauses, her back slightly arched.

"Something interesting?"

You try to look anywhere but her.

"Just be careful. If it turns to actual sexwork, that would be illegal."

Adagio smirks in your peripheral vision as you stare out the window.

"Not immoral? But enough of this. I'm sure you're wondering how we are integrating with the student body."

You turn back to make eye contact.

"That would be my next question, yes."

She crosses her legs and leans back.

"It was quite easy. I merely had Sonata be the face of our little trio. Would you believe she's already sitting with the Rainbooms for lunch?"

You raise your eyebrows at that.

"I would have expected a bit more animosity, I have to say."

Adagio nods in agreement.

"It makes sense when you remember Sunset is...sympathetic to our plight."

"Ah, of course. And the rest of the student body?"

She makes a so-so gesture.

"It's fairly divided. Girls hate us, Boys love us, Rainbow Dash is conflicted."

Aria struts in for her session, a strap-on sticking out of the crotch of her pants.

facepalm.exe

She reclines on the couch, one leg bent all the better to prominently display her package.

"I'm a boy now, suck my cock."

You think you preferred it when she was stonewalling you.

"No. I am here to help you through your personal problems, and hopefully help you find a productive way to contribute to society."

She just stares at you, a hand casually inching towards her strap-on.

"I know my internet rights. I said I'm a boy when I still have a vagina and everything, so you have to do what I say."

You sigh.
"We can talk about transitioning, changing your name on school records, and/or notifying the faculty about your preferred pronouns."

She sits up and tilts her head. Was she actually being serious?

"If I talk about all that, then will you suck my throbbing member?"

Error message: You cannot run more than two instances of facepalm.exe at one time.

"No, just...no."

She throws it at you angrily.

"Fine! I'll just get Anon to suck it!"

Aria storms out of your office, vigorously stroking the strap-on.

...

"Dammit, son."

Sonata's lips twitch. There is almost a full second of silence. Then she's back to giggling. You don't like to enable addictions, but Sonata is proving to be the exception to a lot of things. Like your patience.

You open up a middle drawer, and randomly grab a sauce packet. As soon as she sees what you're doing, she is utterly focused on your hand. If you were to simply put the taco bell sauce back, she would be despondent the entire session. So instead, you throw it, a little to the side of her. Sonata lunges, and comes up with the packet safely caught in her mouth.

"So what was so funny?"

She spits the packet into her hand, and squishes it idly.

"So, you know how I'm like, for realsies in love with tacos?"

The wedding pictures. Certain restaurants with a shoot to kill policy. A more innocent time, when you taught her how to cook ground beef.

"Yes, I know."

She grins.

"So, did you know,"

Sonata leans forward conspiratorially.

"Taco is another word for this!"

She points at her crotch, thankfully still covered by her skirt. You sigh.

"Yes, I know."

"I mean, look at it, it totally looks like a taco!"

You avert your eyes at the first hint if rustling cloth.

"Hey, you're not looking! You totally need to see how much my thingy looks like a taco!"

"No, it's alright, I've seen 'thingies' before, I fully understand their resemblance to tacos."

...

You hear some more rustling, and risk a glance. It seems she let go, and is currently in some state of shock. At least she's decent, for the moment. Finally she blinks those huge eyes, terrifyingly devoid of sense.

"You've seen porn?"

"Well, "

"What is it like?"

"It's hard to-"

"Really? Can you show me?"

"No, I really can't-"

"Okay, I'll just have Anon show me."

Dammit, son.

"I just don't care anymore."

"Hmmm, right. Well. See you later today!"

With that she bounces out of your office. What did you do to deserve this?

The last bell rings. Mostly you try to get some paperwork done, but,

"Hey dad, guess what!"

"What."

"I'm totally getting to third base with Adagio!"

...

You know you shouldn't have let 4chan raise your son, but he felt so at home there. It's only as time goes by that you start to see the consequences of that.

"Just so we are on the same page, what do you think third base is?"

Anon Jr rolls his eyes.

"Come on, everyone knows it's licking elbows."

"Right then, carry on."

"Alright, see you at the sleepover!"

He's out the door before you can demand an explanation. Upon reflection, you have a pretty good idea anyways. You glance down at your mug, a father's day present from years ago. It reads,

"Original Parent, your a faggot."

Oh how quickly they grow up. You hear the door open again, and you sigh.

"Look, if you want to have a sleepover, some prior warning would be nice."

Principal Celestia walks through, and you feel yourself die a little on the inside.

"I'll keep that in mind."

At least she's smiling.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't mean-"

She laughs a little, a warm, vibrant sound.

"Don't worry about it. I just came by to tell you that we appreciate the trouble your taking with our newest students."

You nod stiffly.

"I'm glad I can help."

"You're a good man, Anon. Do let me know if there's -anything- Luna or I could do to help."

...

"Will do."

Celestia gives you one more radiant smile, and leaves. You lean back in your chair and rub your neck. Today might not be so bad after all.

Coming to Eat

Some blue chick dragged you off the street and into a Taco Bell. You sit at this table, and she has a box full of tacos.

"You gotta try this!"

Eh, free food. She just hands you a taco. Is that all?

"I've had tacos before."

She looks at you with crazy eyes. Gaze into the abyss and it hands you a taco.

"Eat."

You shrug and eat the damn taco. She starts squirming, a weird smile on her face. The taco breaks a little and some meat falls onto the table. She bites her lip. No use wasting food. You scoop up the spilled meat and pop it into your mouth. Bluey grips the table hard, breathing shallowly. You take a couple more bites, there's maybe one more left in the taco. It's a little big for one bite, but that doesn't stop you from trying. You just cram that sucker in there, your cheeks bulging a little to get it all in. Huh, looks like the girl is tucking her shirt in.

Vigorously.

You chew, then swallow. She twitches for a bit, then shakily grabs some napkins.

"You alright there?"

She gives you a weak smile.

"Never been better, I just uh, spilled some soda earlier."

Oh, okay.

"Well, thanks for the taco, it was good."

"It was good for me too."

Weird, but cute.

"I gotta go, but we should do this again sometime."

You hand her a business card. Really it's just your name and number, but it saves time. She stares at it in wonder.

"You'll be my taco buddy?"

"Yup. See you around."

It's always fun to eat out with girls.

Next morning you get a call. you look at the time. 6 in the morning. You are all set to kill the person on the other end of the phone.

"This is Anon."

Then a voice of pure sex comes through the speaker.

"Is this Sonata's taco buddy?"

What.

"Yes, that's me."

"How do you feel about breakfast?"

You find the apartment easily enough. Pretty snazzy, you have to say. Then the redhead opens the door, and you forget about everything else.

"Come on in."

She's wearing a pink bathrobe, cinched tightly around her waist. She leads you to the kitchen, and you can't take your eyes off her hips. The woman points you to a chair at the table. As you sit, you watch her gather some dishes. You curse the island counter between you and her. She steps to the side to open a cabinet, and you can just see a long, yellow leg slip out of the robe. She approaches you with smoldering eyes and...

"Breakfast cereal?"

"Yes."

Her voice is husky as she says the word, and your dick is standing at attention. She leans over, setting everything before you. The neck of the robe loosens, and you are granted a magnificent view of her cleavage. She pours the cereal into the bowl, then puts a hand to her cheek.

"I forgot the milk!"

As she sashays over to the fridge, you bite your lip. Dat ass. She returns, and you are treated with another view of the valley of paradise. Best morning ever. As she pours the milk, she licks her lips. Guess someone likes cereal. Finally, she puts the milk away, and you actually look at what you'll be eating. Lucky Charms, you guess. Or whatever the local knockoff is for marshmallow bit cereal. Could be worse.

The redhead watches you from behind the island counter, her arms braced against the edge. Might as well get to eating. Spoonful after spoonful, you eat. You pause.

"So what's your name?"

She blinks, then answers.

"Adagio. Never mind that, just keep eating."

"Alright."

Birds of a feather, you guess. As you eat, you notice Adagio leaning forward more and more. This be getting good. By the time you are down to the last couple of marshmallow bits, she's bent over on the island, flat on her stomach and her arms oddly pinned underneath her. Not that you are complaining, she's squishing the girls nicely, and you have a wonderful view. As you take a few spoonfuls to gather up the rest, she starts swaying her hips back and forth. Damn. You don't want to miss a thing, but you have a bowl of milk you really don't want to waste. Then you get an idea. You turn to the side and bring the bowl to your lips. You can just barely see what she's doing as you begin to drink. Adagio scoots back and forth on the countertop, her tongue beginning to loll out of her mouth.

Is she on some diet where she can't have cereal? Is she trying to enjoy it by proxy? Eh, no use trying to understand women. You chug the rest of the milk, then set the bowl down. She whimpers, then slides to the floor behind the island. That diet must be killing her, poor thing.

"Want me to wash the dishes?"

"N-no, I'll take them. Have a nice day."

Well, don't want to outlast your welcome.

"Alright, you too Adagio."

As you close the door behind you, you catch a glimpse of her licking your bowl. Poor thing.

You are just settling in for the evening after a nondescript day at work. Your cell rings, and you sigh.

"Hello."

"You the one that milked Adagio?"

Milked?

"She invited me over for breakfast, if that's what you mean."

The voice on the line is is low and rough.

"Right. I nee- want you to try some candy I'm making. You coming over or what?"

...

"Sure, just tell me you don't have a van."

"It's on my wish list."

The phone clicks, and you shake your head ruefully. This is probably a bad idea, but there are worse fates than being roofied in apartment of three hot women.

She answers the door in sweatpants and an apron.

"Hi, I'm Anon. Nice to meet you."

She looks you up and down.

"Aria. Now get in that chair."

She turns away, and you discover she is only wearing sweatpants and an apron. Dat bareback. You sit down, and she sets a tray in front of you. There's a handful of different hard candies, and what looks like homemade truffle. You pick up what looks like blue taffy as she sits across from you. You pop it into your mouth, and instantly pucker. It's what warheads wished they could be. You clamp it between your molars and give your tongue a break, panting somewhat.

"You don't have to eat it all, just tell me what you think."

You gingerly pluck the piece from your mouth, and put the sticky thing back on the tray. There's some rustling, sounds like she's adjusting the waistband of her pants.

"That was... very sour."

You smack your lips a few times, trying to dilute the flavor somewhat.

"Oh? Tell me more."

"It might be a little too strong. If you want to sell it, you'll have to put a warning label on it. Damn, is there something I can drink?"

She stands up, one hand hidden behind the apron.

"Oh, I'll give you something to drink."

She goes and fills up a tall glass of water, all with her free hand. Is the other one deformed? Maybe burned? Molten sugar is no laughing matter, you suppose. You take the water without comment, and swish around a mouthful or two. All the while, Aria watches you like a hawk, admittedly a hawk with a twitch leg, but whatever. She's pretty serious about candy making.

You decide to go for the orange one this time. Orange flavor, you were expecting. Orange chicken, not so much. You roll it around in your mouth, trying to decide on what you thought of it. Aww, she's nervous, all rubbing her face, adjusting the apron straps, and that other arm just keeps twitching. Finally you spit it out into your hand, and she moans.

"Don't worry, It's good. Seriously, this is some Willy Wonka stuff right here. I'm impressed."

You set it down next to the previous candy, and go for your water again. Aria nods slowly, rubbing her chin, then her lips. All that's left is a thick, bubblegum pink rod of hard candy, and the truffle. Might as well see what that's about. You pop the chocolate into your mouth, and break it open with your molars.

Oh hell yes. So sweet, so creamy. You don't care how odd you sound, you have to let her know.

"Damn, Awia, I love yohw cweamy fiwing!"

She blushes at that.

"W-what did you say?"

You push the ambrosia into the pouch of your cheek and try again.

"Fuck, I love your creamy filling. I could eat it for days."

Aria stares at you in shock, her gimp arm twitching like mad.

"R-really?"

"Aria, my tongue is having an orgasm, right now. All because of you and your damn filling."

She slumps in her chair, a goofy smile on her face.

"It's not the only one."

"There's more? Where do I sign up, I need a year's supply, stat."

She blinks a few times, then straightens up. You see her arm isn't twitching nearly as bad, which is nice, you were worried.

"I wasn't really intending to sell these, but I can make more for you, if you eat them right here."

"Deal. Let me just savor this taste before I move on."

You just sit there and moan as perfection melts on your tongue. Aria seems uncomfortable, she's starting to fidget. By the time you are done with the truffle, her arm is twitching again. Well, let's see what she's nervous about. You pick up the pink rod and give it a few licks around the tip. Then a little further down, and.

"Nice, different flavors at different places, I like the way you think."

She smiles at that, her free hand tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. You do short little licks down the length, getting an idea of the spectrum of flavors. Hmmm.

"You might consider having different colors for the different flavors, though."

She looks a little uncomfortable at that.

"Well, you see..."

You take a second look at the long, pink rod you've been licking.

"Oh, I get it! It's a dick!"

Aria stares at you in surprise, and nods. You chuckle.

"No wonder you were nervous. But this is pretty funny, I have to say."

You take in a good portion of it's length, you cheek bulging. She lets out a weak laugh, her fingers covering her lips. You'll have to try harder. You pump it in and out of your mouth, your head bobbing slightly. Still no laughter, and her arm is twitching almost as much as before. You try popping it out of your mouth, and swirling your tongue around the tip. She reaches out a hand hesitantly.

"Can I try? I haven't...had all the flavors like that."

You look at the sticky rod in your hand.

"You sure you want to? I've pretty much slobbered all over it."

"I-I don't mind. My immune system is strong."

"Alright, here you go."

You hand her the rod, and she sniffs it experimentally. Her arm is twitching mightily, and her breathing is rather shallow. Aria must be serious about her candy, if she's getting this worked up about mixing the flavors. She slides the sticky rod into her mouth, and closes her lips around it. Not going to lie, the sight makes you hard. You start to wonder.

She slowly pulls it out of her mouth, and you realize your saliva is mixing with hers right now. Then she swallows, and you have instant rock candy in your pants. It can't be normal, getting off to someone else eating things. She starts thrusting the hard candy in and out of her mouth, her other arm twitching in time. Damn, that's ho-

She's not stopping, is she ha-

She's definitely having a seizure. You rush around the table and pull the candy out of her mouth. She stares up at you with a glazed expression.

"Anon, I'm c-, I, I'm c-"

Shit shit shit. What are you supposed to do here?. Her breathing is irregular, and her lower half is jerking around. Your panicked brain comes up with one answer: CPR. You press your lips to hers, and try to give her steadying, regular breaths. That would be a whole lot easier, if her tongue wasn't spasming around in your mouth and being distracting. Then, as sudden as it started, it stops, and you pull away. You gaze at her in concern.

"You alright?"

She smiles at you, and gives you a peck on the cheek.

"And you were wonderful."

She's still recovering, you can tell.

"Do I need to call a doctor, or get you some medicine?"

Now she's grinning, and patting your face.

"We can play doctor, anytime you like."

It's a little longer before she can talk sensibly. Once you're sure she can handle herself, you bid her a polite goodbye, and resolve to check on her from time to time.

Meeting Her Friends

You are Bluedad C. Horace, and it had to happen sometime. Your precious daughter has joined a chorus. You wish her mother was here to see her, but she took some bait. It was pretty obvious, but you were always the brains of the relationship. You hear a thump at the porthole.

"Ow!"

She takes after her mother so much.

"That's glass, sweetie. Come in through the cargo hatch."

"Okay!"

You here some muffled voices. Crap, she's bringing her friends. You dart around the sunken cargo hold, trying to arrange the bones more neatly. Looks better, you gue-

Sonata barrels into you, clasping her hooves sweetly around you.

"Daddy!"

You hug her right back

"Welcome home, darling. How was the school?"

A pair of sirens float hesitantly by the hatch. Too bad, this is your precious time with your daughter.

"It was great! We ate sooooo much fish, and I didn't put on like, any blubber!"

You pat her on the back.

"Good, I'm glad you guys had fun. Speaking of which, why don't you introduce me to your friends?"

"Oh yeah, come in you two!"

You have to admit, they have nice scales. Sonata rubs her cheek up against the orange one.

"This is Adagio, she's super smart and responsible."

Adagio's head dips briefly in greeting, but her eyes are roving over your body.

"Charmed, Mr. Horace."

You nod back, a little flattered and somewhat conflicted.

"Likewise, young miss."

Sonata darts over to the purple one, but hangs back a little

"Aaaannnd this is Aria. She's a meanie."

Aria frowns.

"Whatever. Nice place you got here, Mr. H."

"Thank you, Aria. Not everyone can appreciate the more obscure trade routes."

Meanwhile, Adagio has not stopped looking at you. There's a hunger in her eyes. Sonata hooks a hoof around the leg of Aria.

"Come on, I gotta show you the skeleton I'm working on!"

The purple one glances at Adagio, who makes a subtle shooing motion. Aria rolls her eyes, but follows your daughter out. You eye the young siren leader.

"Can I help you?"

She smiles at that.

"Perhaps it is you who needs the help."

She swims a slow circle around you, flexing her tail seductively.

"I can tell you work hard, providing for Sonata."

You try to be discreet, but,

Dat belly.

"I get by."

She comes to a stop before you, gazing deeply into your eyes.

"Even so, this place needs a feminine touch. In fact, "

She swims up closer, her snout almost touching yours.

"I think you need a feminine touch, Mr. Horace."

You hold your breath as she trails a hoof down your chest. She pauses just a little higher than you want.

"But I really must see that skeleton. Another time, perhaps?"

She flashes you a roguish grin and swims away. Your eyes are glued to her undulating figure, a vague guilt building with a lust you haven't felt for years. As her tail-fin vanishes, you let out the breath of water you had been holding.

Damn.

Just then Aria pokes her head out from behind the bulkhead.

"Just so you know, I want to fuck you too."

...

"Duly noted."

She nods and disappears as well. You are going to a special hell.

They left with some polite good byes and sultry expressions. Sonata, bless her heart, seems to be totally oblivious.

"Those are some...interesting friends you got there."

"I know, right? Who knew they were so interested in skeletons?"

"They are?"

Truth be told, skeletal reconstruction is more of an old seahorse's hobby.

"Yeah, they kept on talking about getting boned. I said that you are an old hoof at that, so they should ask you about it."

Oh Sonata, so much like her mother.

"Will you do it? Bone my friends?"

...

"Yes, honey, since it means so much to you."

She claps her hooves in excitement.

"Then we can all bone together!"

You are going to a very special hell.

Rare Opportunity (Futa) (Dazzlings only)

You are Aria Blaze, and you had thought that having a dick would change things. That you'd finally get revenge for all the times Adagio made you eat her out. That you'd finally be in charge. But no, the idea was as dumb as Sonata.

Adagio appears in the doorway of your room.

"Spit roast time!"

She's already taking off her jacket.

"Shit, give me a bit, alright?"

Too many memories for you to get hard quickly. Like when Sonata got there before you and was already giving it to her in the ass and all you get is a halfhearted handjob. Adagio smirks as the jacket falls to the floor.

"What a shame, I was going to let you cum in my pussy this time. Oh well, I'm sure Sonata will appreciate it."

Like you're going to let the airhead get that.

"Well what do you know, I might be ready sooner than I thought."

You quickly scramble out of bed, shedding you sweatpants and tank top in the blink of an eye. You still don't like the way she watches you, the way she has always watches you since you got breasts and a dick. Of course, your little lavender invader doesn't mind as much. By the time you catch up to Adagio in the living room, you are at full mast and she is beguilingly naked. You can see The Worst bouncing down the hall, stupidly endowed in chest and crotch.

Fuck her. Sometimes you do. But today, you have your eyes on the prize. Adagio kneels on the stupid heart shaped ottoman, her cunt glistening. You set your hands on her hips and line up.

"Aria, what do you say?"

Shit, you had forgotten, if only she had.

"Ugly shemale reporting for duty."

"And?"

Ugh. You'd rape her right here, but she always gangs up on you with Sonata and makes you regret it.

"Will you let the pinprick bathe in your glorious womanhood, your majesty?"

By now Sonata is giggling at you, her dong dangling in front of Adagio's face. Adagio loves to draw out your grovelling, especially if she can humiliate you in front of others.

"Good boy. Now stick it in before I change my mind."

Huh. Looks like she's really hungry for cock this time. You jam it in, exulting in her moist depths. At the same time, she immediately deepthroats Sonata's monstrosity, ignoring The Worst's cries to "be gentle". Adagio grunts around the cock, and you hammer as hard as you can, making sure that you are the one giving her something to groan about. Sonata just whimpers, her hands clasped against her chest as Adagio works her balls.

Pansy.

You love the sight of Adagio's ass jiggling with every thrust. She's got these childbearing hips, and damn but does she know how to work them. You fill your hands with her soft flesh, lifting, kneading, slapping. Adagio's in a rough sort of mood, and by god, you're going to give it to her. She actually stops sucking Sonata's dick.

"Well done, Aria. Why can't you be more like her, Sonata? Lately you've been dropping the ball."

She even lets go of Sonata's gonads and just leans into your thrusts with a smirk on her face. You don't even need to see it, she's done this same thing to you too many times to count. Sonata's eyes waver with held back tears.

"I-I can't! I'm a girl, for realsies! I don't mind f-filling you up gently, but I love you too much to s-spank you!"

You take this opportunity to slap Adagio's ass as hard as you can. The sound echoes in the room and your stupid leader nearly buckles with pleasure. Hell yeah. It takes her a moment to recover and give you a wry glance. What a nice, flustered face. She turns back to the gently crying airhead.

"Oh Sonata, don't cry. I was hoping you could be my favorite, but maybe that's too much. After all, if you don't love me enough to get rough, then I will need someone else. Why don't you give that nice boy who stole your tacos a call?"

Damn, talk about twisting the knife, mentioning that green kid. Whatever, you're too busy ravaging Adagio's pussy to care. Sonata's face fills with some kind of resolve, and she gently cups Adagio's face in her hands.

"Never!"

With that, she jams her cock down Adagio's throat. Unfortunately for her, Adagio has been at her limit for a little while now. Your diligent pounding and malicious spanking was just too much. As Sonata makes her move, all strength drains from Adagio's limbs as her pussy desperately milks your baby maker for all its seed. You grind against her soft ass, releasing shot after shot of semen into her womb. Sonata just stares in disbelief as Adagio collapses, the blue dick slipping from her mouth.

"I-but I did what you wanted!"

Adagio lies senseless, her face mashed against the ottoman. You pull out in satisfaction, wiping off you dick with her precious hair. Sonata looks at you with tears once again in her eyes.

"What do I do now?"

Shit, you know how that feels.

"C'mere."

She joins you at Adagio's side.

"Don't expect this too much, alright? It's just because you've taken it from me when I was left high and dry."

You climb up over Adagio and present your ass to little miss blueball.

"Really?"

"Really. And you can be gentle, I know you like that."

She prods at your rear entrance, her cock wet from Adagio's mouth. She sniffs back the tears.

"I love you too, Aria."

You try to relax as she slowly fills your anus. To your surprise, it actually feels kinda good. Not as good as plowing either of them, but enough so that most of the venom is gone from what you say next.

"You really are the worst."

She giggles a little at that, and bends over you, her cock making slow strokes inside you, and her breasts just barely resting against your back. You...

You don't mind this nearly as much as you thought you would. You lose yourself in the sensation of her gentle rhythm. Then you feel a hand on your cock, and you gasp in spite of yourself. Sonata giggles in your ear.

"I thought I'd thank you."

You shiver at her warm breath, your dick hard in her delicate, skillful hand. Now you are very aware indeed of every sensation. Of Adagio's slow breathing below you. Of the way your anus spasms around the monster of a cock. Of the soft fingertips brushing the underside of your dick's head. Of the kiss Sonata lays on the nape of your neck. That's why you are ready when her cock bulges slightly in your ass, and hot, liquid love fills you up inside. You can't help but moan, especially as your own cock fires again into Adagio's hair, cum dribbling onto Sonata's fingers.

Both of you collapse on top of Adagio, dicks twitching and chests heaving. Sonata catches her breath first, and gives you a kiss on the cheek before climbing off and skipping away. You can feel Adagio chuckle beneath you.

"Never thought you'd get soft."

You muster enough strength to give her ass a hard slap.

"Sounds like someone is begging for another dicking."

Adagio moans into the cushion.

"Oh, yessss!"

You know this doesn't mean you're in charge now. By tomorrow, she'll still be the same manipulative, sadistic shrew as always. But for now, at least, you can have your way with her.

Rate Dape

You are Anon, trying to drown your sorrows in a family diner. It was downright disappointing how quickly your internet audience gobbles up blog posts that are only /pol/ remixes. For whatever reason, you get just enough donations and such to keep you afloat, even as you despair more and more over the true nature of humanity. Beats working a job, and you find ways to spend your time. The waitress fills your coffee cup with an almost empty carafe, but doesn't leave at your mumbled thanks.

"I'm sorry sir, we'll be closing soon. Would you like us to call a cab for you?"

You hazard a smile at the waitress, idly wondering how she even deals with that volume of hair.

"Nah, I'll be fine, I actually live pretty close."

You consider your cup.

"In fact I might as well get going, it's already pretty late."

The waitress slid into the seat across from you, some of her professional distance falling away. She gives you a small, pleading smile.

"Could you keep me company for a bit? I've been working all day, and I haven't had a real conversation for longer."

The waitress is actually pretty cute, now that you are looking. You shrug and sip at the coffee.

"Alright. How've you been, uh-"

You read the name tag.

"Adagio?"

Adagio props her elbows up on the table and rubs her face tiredly.

"You ever want to rule the world?"

Her voice came out a little muffled. You shrug.

"I guess? It might be nice."

You take a longer drink of your coffee. For the last of the pot, it was pretty good. Adagio peers at you from between her fingers.

"I thought I'd give it a try, you know? Manipulate some administrators, stage a popular revolt, that sort of thing."

Are you doing roleplay now? You nod understandingly.

"It always seems pretty simple at the start."

Then you yawn.

"Sorry, go on."

Adagio lowers her hands and smiles at you, an odd twinkle in her eye.

"It is getting pretty late, huh? Well, to cut a long story short, I had to move out of the area and lay low with my two idiot roommates. I did learn something from the whole experience though."

You are having trouble keeping your eyes open, but you struggle to talk.

"What's, ah, that?"

Another yawn. Adagio lays her hand on yours .

"I don't need to rule the world. It's more fun to personally overwhelm individuals."

That sounds vaguely ominous, but you are too tired to care.

"That's..."

Your head jerks up, fighting off sleep.

"That's good?"

Adagio rises and makes her way to your side, supporting your weight as she walks you to the door.

"It is for me."

The last thing you remember is her low laugh.

You wake up groggy and disoriented. You stare around blearily at an unfamiliar bedroom. Clothes lie scatted across ever surface. You spy bras and panties with some interest, before noticing three used condoms on the nightstand near the bed. Your blood runs cold, and your anus puckers in horror, but then you realise you aren't actually butthurt.

Now you just feel vaguely cheated. You sit up fully, and the sheet falls from your torso. Well, it seems you are at least shirtless- never mind, you are naked and there is no sign of your clothes. You consider wrapping yourself in the sheet as you gingerly slide off the bed, but modesty is not exactly what you want. Especially given the cup size of the bras.

You swagger out into the hallway, looking both ways, and walking towards the kitchen. You hear a door open behind you, and you turn. A woman with long, purple and green pigtails and pajamas gives you an appreciative once over.

"Nice."

You try not to blush too much.

"Thanks. Do you know where my clothes went?"

The woman maintained strick eye contact with your dick.

"Yeah sure, whatever."

...

"How about where, uh, what's her name is? The once with poofy orange hair."

"Shhhhhhhh."

You swing your hips a bit. She licks her lips. You smirk.

"Go for it."

Finally, she looks you in the eyes and approaches slowly, her hips swaying in a loose flannel prison.

"You're awfully cocky for some guy who broke into a girl's apartment naked."

A fair point; the law would probably side with the less perverted person in the situation. Still, you get the feeling it won't come to that.

"What are you going to do about it?"

She gets real close, pulling your head down slightly to bring your ear to her mouth. With her other hand, she grabs your dick with a pressure that borders on painful.

"I don't fuck with Adagio's sloppy seconds."

Then she lets go of both of your heads and sashays off. You may be confused, but your boner isn't. You follow those hips to the tiny kitchen and dining area. Yet another pretty girl is at the card table, happily eating some weird lucky charms knockoff. What do kangaroos have to do with marshmallows?

She starts giggling immediately. You begin to reconsider your immodesty choice, but soldier on.

"I don't suppose you know where my clothes are?"

The girl with the blue ponytail beckons you over, and eats another spoonful of marshmallow matey's. You crouch down so you are on eye level with her.

"Yes?"

She swallows, and your eyes are inexplicably drawn to the motions of her throat.

"They're in the wash, but..."

Come to think of it, there was a muted machine sound in the background.

"How long'll it be?"

The bowl of cereal lies forgotten as she turns to face you fully, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

"Not too long, but, um."

You wait patiently.

"Can I touch your chest?"

Far be it from you to deny a pretty young woman.

"If you like."

Bluey goes round-eyed as she lightly traces her fingertips across your pecs. It feels kinda nice, in a weird way. Then she gently pinches your nipples.

"Having fun there?"

She beams at you.

"Yup!"

The door to the apartment opens. Bluey freezes, her fingers releasing you automatically. You turn and rise to see a familiar face in unfamiliar jeans and a button down blouse. Adagio raises an eyebrow at you.

"Quite the exhibitionist, I see."

You shrug.

"What's the use in hiding, when I've been raped three times?"

"Fair point. Follow me."

She leads you back to her bedroom, carrying your clothes in a small basket. Adagio closes the door behind you.

"It wasn't three times."

"Oh?"

She shucks off her blouse, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra either. The jeans soon follow. Your heart beats quickly, blood flowing in a southerly direction. She slinks up to you, her soft body hot against your flesh. Adagio's eyes smolder.

"Shall we make it five?"

Seeing Red

The moment you open the door to the apartment, a hand covers your mouth and you are dragged inside. Sonata puts a finger to her lips, then lets go of your face. You crawl after her, keeping behind cover. A low growl echoes from the bedroom of Oscar the Grouch's hot cousin. You sprint the rest of the way into Sonata's room. Ponytail follows soon after, pausing only to throw a box of chocolates outside her door. The locks click into place, and you both sigh in relief. You whisper,

"That time of the month?"

Sonata just nods. You hear the sound of footsteps and freeze. Blueball is shaking. The footsteps stop at the door. You hold your breath. All you can hear is the rustling of paper. The moaning begins.

It shames you as a boyfriend that you have not been able to coax those sounds out of Aria. You resume breathing, nothing can be heard over the boner-inducing noises from behind the door. Sonata is blushing and fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. As suddenly as they began, the noises stop.

"Mmmm, that was good, Sonata. Why don't you let me in, so I can thank you?"

The girl is panic-stricken.

"N-no thanks, it's, ah, it's fine. How about you r-return the favor when it's m-my time of the month?"

The door thumps, and Sonata squeaks in fear.

"Oh, but I want to thank you now, my dearest, most thoughtful friend. I want to thank you so. Bad."

"Um, no thanks? Please?"

"Of course, you're right."

Sonata relaxes a little. Aria continues.

"There is no need to thank you FOR HIDING MY BOYFRIEND FROM ME!"

The door is rocked by a barrage of punches, and the growling intensifies. Sonata looks at you with tears in her eyes.

"Forgive me."

"Wha- No!"

Blue Raspberry unlocks the door and pulls it open, hiding in its shadow. A frazzled, flushed, and furious Aria gazes down at you. You give a weak wave.

"Hi."

"Don't you 'hi' me! Do you have any idea what kind of day it's been?"

You look up into her beautiful death glare.

"Please tell me."

Aria tilts her head to the side, calming somewhat. Then she reaches behind the door and throws Sonata out of the room.

"I'll be using your bed, Dusk."

"G-go ahead, I'll just go... get some more chocolate!"

And she's gone. Your girlfriend grabs you by the armpits and bodily heaves you onto the cotton candy themed bed. You hold your peace as she strips out of her pants and panties with brutal efficiency. Aria climbs up onto the bed, straddling your tragically clothed crotch.

"My day has been unbelievably shitty. You know why?"

You open your mouth. She puts her hand over it, and hisses.

"You don't get to speak, your uterus isn't staging a bloody revolution!"

You remain silent, even as she starts grinding her lower lips against your bound erection.

"That's right, Anon, today I am having my bloody fucking period. I already got the bloody part, and this period just keeps on going."

She reaches down and unbuttons your pants.

"I guess that just leaves the fucking."

Aria rises up, leaning on the hand over your mouth as she unzips your trousers. The pressure on your head is almost painful. Her hand digs your cock out of your boxers, and she gives a low cry of victory when it surfaces. That breath of freedom lasts all of one second before she spears herself on it. The two of you groan in unison.

Aria collapses onto your chest, her hips frantically humping you. You cautiously snake your arms around for a hug, but she isn't having it. Aria surges upward and seizes your wrists in her hands.

"Anon, you fucker. The only thing you can do for me right now is let me rape you."

She pins them over your head, her low cut top giving you an excellent view of the girls. You know what you have to do.

"Ah! Stop, please stop!"

Aria looks down at you with an evil grin.

"Yell all you want, little girl, no one will come to save you."

So you're a girl now?

"Please stop, I feel so dirty inside~!"

She brings her face down and slowly, achingly, licks your cheek. You turn your head and clench your eyes shut.

"S-stop, I h-have a boyfriend!"

At that, she does stop, her sheath pulsing in orgasm, a thousand silken sheets grasping at your manhood. You hold on by the skin of your teeth, and slowly the surging in your loins dies down. Aria releases one of your wrists, and cups your chin.

"Such a faithful little girl. I'm sure you've never kissed anyone else."

You look up into her cruel face.

"No, don't-"

Her lips crash down on yours, her tongue plundering your mouth. You moan, and you can feel her smile. Her hips slowly rock back and forth. At last, she breaks the kiss, her chest heaving.

"Don't think I didn't notice how you almost came."

Aria leans down and whispers into your ear.

"I know you want it. You want my cock."

You shudder, and feel yourself building up again. She gives a low, throaty laugh.

"You can deny it all you want, but your pussy is worshiping my cock."

You don't know how much more you can take as she grinds her pelvis against yours, her walls slipping and pressing against your manhood.

"I think I'll leave you a present, to remember me by."

She strokes your face, almost lovingly.

"Name it after me."

With that, you release what feels like a river of cum deep inside the siren. With your free hand, you cup the back of her head and kiss her soundly as you fill her to overflowing. She falls to your chest, holding you close as her hips buck against yours. As the last waves of orgasm die down, you are left with a content girl laying on your chest. Then Aria slaps you.

"Hey!"

She rests her chin on your breastbone.

"You broke character, it's your fault."

You sigh.

"Fair enough. Feeling better?"

Aria frowns.

"A bit. But to be sure, let's go have sex on Adagio's bed."

"...Found a new fetish, huh?"

She draws herself up, still pleasantly speared on your dick.

"It's not rape if it's your bed. Now remember, I'm still furious, and you just got raped."

"You sure that will work?"

She nods her head.

"If I have learned anything in my life, it's that if you are angry enough, you can do anything."

Aria hops off the bed and stomps out. You meekly follow behind. The Purple Menace pounds on Adagio's door.

"I KNOW YOU WERE IN ON IT TOO!"

You can hear a faint whimpering from behind the door.

"OPEN THE FUCK UP, OR ELSE I'LL BE OPENING YOU THE FUCK UP WITH YOUR DAMN CUNT FUCKING DOOR!"

The door opens a crack, revealing a fearful Adagio.

"I see you found Anon?"

Her eyes flicker in the direction of Aria's dripping crotch. Your girlfriend pushes the door the rest of the way open.

"Thoroughly."

Her voice is as cold as the Siberian winter.

"Now get on the bed, Adagio."

"M-me?"

"DON'T MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF, BITCH!"

Adagio scrambles onto her bed, laying rigidly on her back. Aria seizes you by the arm and manhandles you onto the bed, laying face up on top of the redhead. You can feel her squirming under your weight, her breasts mashed against your shoulder blades. The Incredible Punk can see it too, and she chuckles.

"Go ahead and call me a bitch."

Once again she straddles your legs.

"Because this is payback."

You have never been more in love with her before.

A Dazzling Christmas (Fluffy)

You are Anon, marooned on an ice floe. It's been days since you last had human contact, and-

"Let's help him up, Sonata."

Two sets of slender arms lift you up and you wobble on your ice skates.

"Ah, thanks girls."

Adagio smirks.

"You know, you should have said you didn't know how to skate."

You try to move forward, but your foot slips and you grimace as they catch you again.

"Yeah, well I saw how excited you three were, and I didn't want to hold you all back."

Sonata leans over and gives you a peck on the cheek.

"Aw, you're a sweet guy. For realsies."

Adagio hums in evil contemplation.

"You know, Aria needs to be sweeter, she didn't even come over to pick you up."

You have a bad feeling about this. Sonata grins.

"Maybe his sweetness will rub off on her?"

"What a wonderful idea!"

With that they start skating, dragging you behind them as you struggle to stay upright.

"Uh, girls, this is a bad idea..."

They ignore you and go faster. You whimper. Then they let go, and you focus on just keeping your skates straight. You collide with a soft bundle of swearing and growling. The two of you slide until you gently hit the wall. Aria glares up at you.

"When you're done humping my shattered body, could you get off?"

You roll off and to the side.

"Sorry! It's the other two, they did this. Um. Are you alright?"

She slowly gets up, using the wall for support. You sort of follow her example, just with more slipping and scrambling.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little thirsty."

"Oh, that's good. We can-"

"Thirsty for revenge."

You sigh.

"Of course."

Aria grabs your hand and drags you off onto the ice. You begin to suspect that she was an Olympic speed skater in a previous life. Even though she is towing you behind her, she's gaining on the other two as they flee. With a wordless cry of triumph, she hurls you onward, and tackles Adagio. You manage an inarticulate yelp before you bowl Sonata over. You roll off of her with a groan.

"Aria sends her regards."

Sonata giggles as she helps you up.

"She can be so nice sometimes!"

As the four of you slowly get to your feet, an official comes skating over.

"Look, it's the holiday season, so I'm only going to give you a warning. No horseplay on the ice, got it?"

Adagio nods seriously.

"We understand, it was just a bit of youthful high spirits. We'll be good from now on."

The official seems barely satisfied by that answer, and skates off with a frown. The girls break down laughing once he's out of sight. You just sigh and wobble.

You pull into the parking space for your apartment, the sirens all in the back. (They tend to fight too much over shotgun if you let them.) You slowly get out of the car, aching somewhat from the exertion and collisions from earlier. Sonata holds your hand sweetly as the other two disappear into the apartment.

"Thanks for coming with us, it was a lot of fun!"

You give her hand a squeeze.

"No problem, I enjoyed it too...eventually."

She giggles.

The four of you sit on the couch, under a blanket, and sip from mugs of hot chocolate. Sonata leans against you on your left, and Aria from your right. Purple grump smiles grimly at the claymation movie.

"That's right, no one wants to see your damn mutant nose. Father of the year, right there."

You meet Adagio's gaze on the other side of the grump, and perform a synchronised eye-roll. You get rather drowsy, with a belly full of hot chocolate and two warm girls leaning against you. Adagio smiles tolerantly and collects the empty mugs and carries them off to the kitchen. Sonata pulls a lever on the side, the couch reclines, and your feet are lifted up on a foot rest. Well, you know where you are sleeping tonight.

Apparently the girls do too, because they snuggle up to your arms. Adagio comes back, and makes a face at the new development. She lifts up the edge of the blanket by your feet and crawls under and up to your chest. She lays her head on your chest, and wriggles a bit before getting comfortable.

"Comfy?"

You get two little contented sighs, and a grunt.

"Goodnight, girls."

"Goodnight!"

" 'Night."

And another grunt. You smile fondly as you sink into sleep.

It's dark when you wake up. Something feels off. Siren roll call:

Adagio: On your chest

Aria: Right arm

Sonata: Gone

Tom Servo

Crooooooowwwww

Then you hear what woke you up in the first place.

"Christmas Christmas Christmas Christmas Christmas Christmas"

Maybe if you stay very still...

Sonata's face looms out of the dark.

"You're awake!"

"Agh!"

Your startled yelp awakens the other two. Adagio gives you a sleepy glare before resolutely resting her head back on your chest. Aria rolls over and curses.

"It's two in the fucking morning. Go back to sleep, Sonata."

"But it's Christmas!"

"Then take your stocking to your room, and have fun over there."

"But I want to cuddle~" Bluey whines.

"And we want to sleep. You can't always get what you want."

Sonata pouts, then brightens up. She grabs her stocking and then slips back under the blanket, scooting her backside up against you. Adagio gives you another sleepy glare.

"Having fun down there?"

"Sorry, hand full of butt right now."

"Yeah yeah, just let me sleep alright?"

"Understood."

Your consciousness fades to the sound of candy being unwrapped.

You wake up again, this time with pale winter sunlight shining through the window. Sonata sits at the base of the tree, obsessively stacking and restacking the presents. From the smell in the air, Adagio is making something like pancakes, or maybe french toast. That leaves Aria, still asleep.

At some point, she stretched an arm across you, and her face is pressed against your pectoral. You shift a little, charmed by her sweet embrace. At that slight movement, she nuzzles her face against your chest. Goddamn, she's cute when she sleeps.

She must have sensed that thought, because her eyes blink open. Aria turns a confused, sleepy gaze at you. You smile.

"Morning."

"Mm."

She blinks a few more times and looks around. Purple slump frowns and exhales through her nose. She tries to get up, but then she just falls back in your chest.

"Sonata's the worst."

You give her a light back scratch with one hand.

"Whatever you say."

She hums in pleasure at your ministrations, it almost sounds like a cat purring. After a few more minutes of just lying there, she stretches against you, also not unlike a cat. As Aria gets up, she takes the blanket with her for a robe.

"Hey!"

She glances at you.

"Oh, right."

She pats your head.

"Good pillow."

You feel oddly flattered. Then she wanders off towards the kitchen. You rub your arms in the slightly chilly morning, then walk over to Sonata.

"Merry Christmas, Bluey."

She jumps up and gives you a big hug.

"Merry Christmas Anon!"

You hug her back, savoring the warmth. Then she breaks free and drags you to the kitchen. Adagio looks up as you enter.

Dat apron.

"Merry Christmas, Anon. Have you ever had crepes before?"

"M'christmas, and I don't think so. Is that what those are?"

There is a large pile of what looks like a cross between a tortilla and a pancake. You grab a plate as she explains it to you.

"There's a bit more egg than in your normal pancake, and the batter's thinner. What you do is spread some sour cream, powdered sugar, and some fruit, and roll it up."

You follow Sonata's example as she assembles the dish.

"Sorta like a dessert burrito?"

"I suppose."

"Sounds good. Thank you, Adagio."

She flips a crepe and smiles at you.

"You're welcome. Oh, and don't wait for me, I'm just going to cook a few more, then I'll join you three."

You cut into the rolled pastry, spearing a it with your fork. A bit of strawberry syrup drips onto your plate, carrying a bit of sugar and sour cream with it. You quickly slide the morsel into your mouth and chew. It's surprisingly good, a nice balance of sour, sweet, and tart. You swallow.

"Hey, this is pretty good! You have my compliments, chef Dazzling."

Adagio performs a bow, a wry smile on her face.

"You're too kind."

You're on your second crepe when she joins you. After five, you're too stuffed to even consider the candy in your stocking. Sonata is bouncing in her chair, looking at each of you with bright eyes.

"Is it present time yet?"

Aria cricks her neck.

"Might as well be."

Adagio hesitates a moment, her eyes on the dirty dishes on the table.

"It is Christmas. We can do chores later."

Adagio stands up decisively.

"Very well, let's open our presents."

Despite her show of reluctance, you notice she isn't any slower than the other two about leaving the kitchen. As you enter the living room, Sonata flags you down to your pile of presents. You say pile, but it's only three, money is a little tight in the Dazzling-Mous household. Adagio clears her throat.

"We'll each open one, alright?"

General nodding. At some subtle cue, the four of you tear into the wrapping paper. Your first present is...

You open the small box to find a pad of ten hand-written coupons.

"Good for 1 free hug from Sonata Dusk. This coupon is non-trans-fer-able, for realsies."

You are pretty sure you can get Sonata hugs whenever anyhow, but this is pretty cute, so you don't mind. You look around to see everyone else's gifts. Sonata is happily putting on some snowflake patterned knee-high blue socks. Aria is looking unimpressed with a stack of temporary tattoos, but you see a hint of a smile on her lips. Adagio is sniffing at a largish bottle of shampoo. She gives you a questioning glance.

"Yes?"

"This was pretty expensive, wasn't it?"

It was.

"Don't worry about it. Do you like it?"

She trails her fingers across the label, considering.

"Yes, I do. Thank you, Anon."

The other two turn curious gazes at her, and she stares right back.

"Now for the second gift, girls and boy."

Whatever interest they had is gone as they focus on their next acquisition. Your box is heavy, and rattles a little. You open to find...

You immediately scowl at Aria, who glances at her pad of coupons.

"Handcuffs, really?"

She gives you a predatory grin.

"I thought I might teach you some restraint."

You hold your ground, if just barely. She can be so intimidating when she's sexy, and vice versa.

"I suppose I can practice using them on you."

Her grin widens.

"Just try it."

You hear a thump off to the side. Sonata is happily clamped onto a struggling Adagio, a stuffed penguin sandwiched between them.

"Lucky penguin."

Adagio scowls at you.

"I could use some help here!"

You tear off one of your coupons.

"Sonata, I'm using a hug coupon right now."

She gives Adagio a final squeeze, then latches onto you, holding you tight. You hug her back as best you can.

"Adagio give you something nice?"

Bluey looks up at you with shining eyes.

"It's the best! Look at penny!"

She shoves the nearly spherical penguin doll in your face.

"Oh, that is very nice."

"Mmhmm!"

Adagio recovers her breath, setting aside what you suspect to be yet another set of handmade coupons. After another quick hug, Sonata scampers back to her last present. After a round of nods, the wrapping paper flies.

...

It's a collar. A dog collar. With a leash.

You look up to see Adagio trying on a black choker with a silver brooch. You hold up the dog collar.

"Did I miss the memo about a merry dominatrix Christmas?"

Adagio adjusts her new necklace and gives you a sweet smile.

"Don't worry, we love your gifts too. I suppose Aria and I just happened to think of you along the same lines."

You sigh theatrically.

"I may be needing Sonata's hug coupons more than I thought, this year."

You hear a pop. Sonata gazes in wonder as the little hemisphere of rubber jumps high into the air.

"This is amazing! Thanks Anon!"

Adagio gives you a sidelong glance.

"A cat toy? Really?"

You shrug.

"She seems to like it."

You are suddenly forced onto your back, and your vision is filled with the face of a horse.

"Do you think this is funny?"

The horse growls with Aria's voice.

...

"Pfffft ha ha ha! Yes!"

She whips off the horse head and glares at you. You don't care, you're still laughing . Sonata sidles up to Aria.

"Can I see it?"

Aria hesitantly hands it over. Bluey dons the mask slowly, and you are reminded of a certain lord Vader. She turns this way and that, the muzzle collapsing and wobbling under the torque.

"Wow, I can't see a thing in here..."

Aria just stares, her lips trembling. Sonata starts crawling, heading directly for Adagio. Princess Poof tries to back away, but she hits the couch. Blueberry's horse lips hit Adagio's face head on, collapsing under the pressure.

"Mwah!"

Aria fails to conceal her smile at Agent Orange's disgusted expression.

"See? It is funny."

Purple grump's smile turns into a scowl, and she punches you, admittedly somewhat lightly.

"Whatever."

For the rest of the morning, Aria tries for a full sleeve of tattoos, Sonata alternates between cuddling her new friend and playing with the cat toy, and Adagio takes a long bath. You content yourself with cleaning up the dishes and throwing away the wrapping paper. It's not the most extravagant life you lead, but it is dazzling in its own way.

A Muse's Visitation

You are Anon, Emelpian Priest. You once had another name, but you abandoned it to join the monastic order of Phorchen. By the vagaries of fate, you have been stationed at the Emelpi Monastery, a place of bountiful creation. You pass by many brothers engaged in writing odes to the various muses. Others labor diligently upon gathering them up in codex generalis, and still others paint scenes of devotion. You... have not yet devoted yourself to any one muse as of yet.

The muses are something of a trouble, even as they are the reason for this monastery. It is not uncommon for priests to devote themselves so fully to one, as to despise the others. Even this internecine war is overshadowed by the sects of those who worship the pony aspect, and those who worship the muses in other aspects. You are mostly neutral, there is merit to all aspects of the muses. However, recent apocrypha has fanned the flames of sectarian war. You pause in your round walking meditation, and bow to the shrine of Refracted Light Stones. Your eyes drift over the portraits, a familiar feeling of gentle awe at the beauty and virtue of the muses. As you resume your pious rounds, you feel as though eyes are upon you, not that you see anyone. As you near your room, you nod politely to one of your brothers in passing.

"Faggot."

He nods back

"Faggot."

You enter your chambers and close the door behind you. Unease creeps about you as you get ready for sleep. You stare at the ceiling in darkness for a long time, restless. A slender, glowing hand enters your vision. Your breath catches as you realize that you cannot move. Warm fingers stroke your cheek fondly.

"It's past time for you to find a waifu, Anon, don't you think?"

That low, velvety voice. The curly orange hair in your peripheral vision. Your heart races at the recognition of what is happening .

"Muse Adagio, I am unworthy-"

"Of course you are. But that doesn't matter to me. What does matter..."

Her face looms over yours, her eyes intent and hungry, her smile predatory.

"Is your devotion. Choose me to be your waifu, and serve me. It is your destiny, your purpose."

You stare resolutely into her eyes.

"By Faust above and Moot below, I am free to choose my waifu, without any coercion."

Adagio chuckles.

"Oh Anon, I won't coerce you. You shall choose me of your own free will. I'll make quite certain of that."

Delicate fingers trace wandering designs down your chest, growing more elaborate as she nears your waist. You find yourself breathing faster as she slips her hand under the hem of your pajama pants. Soft fingers curl around your erection, gently squeezing it. As she shifts above you, her curled tresses spill over her shoulder, lightly grazing your bare chest. Adagio smirks at your flustered face.

"So what do you say?"

Her hand pumps your dick slowly. She leans in closely, her breath warm on your face.

"Am I your waifu yet?"

She strokes your cock faster and faster.

"Well?"

You hold your breath, on the edge of climax. She senses it too, and stops, your throbbing erection in her motionless hand. Even through the haze of arousal, you know what you must say.

"B-by Faust above, and Moot-"

She makes a noise of disgust and releases your dick. Adagio stands up.

"This is not over, Anon."

Once her presence leaves, you can move again. With quick, guilty movements, you deal with your erection in the customary way, the spent tissue dropping into a trash can set aside for this purpose. Sleep claims you quickly, despite the conflicted feelings coursing through your heart.

Coming to Terms and Service (Dark)

You are Sunset Shimmer, former student of Princess Celestia, former Queen of the high school, current "handmaiden" of the rulers of the tri-state area and eventually, world. Your friends received their punishments for resisting and are now all but zombies. You, and you alone get to keep your awareness. It seems they took special offense at your attempt to rally the girls. For your reward, you are fully awake as they force you to pleasure them from time to time.

You would resist, but they have all the power. Not to mention the threat of letting Snips and Snails have their way with you. You don't care how many pussies you have to eat, there is no way you'll let those two so much as touch you. You're jerked out of your reverie by bedroom door opening. The sirens walk inside and you sink to your knees and lower your head before them.

"Girls, good job. I think we'll take the rest of the day off."

You shiver slightly, and you don't need to look up to see the predatory grin on Adagio's face. She passes by, trailing her fingers through your hair.

"Oh, and Cumslut Rimmer? I'd like it nice and slow."

You hate her name for you, but you turn and rise nonetheless. Adagio lies utterly relaxed on the overly large bed, her eyes fixed on you. You are very conscious of both the short hem of your maid uniform, and the two Dazzlings behind you as you lean forward to undo Adagio's shorts. Aria takes the opportunity to grab your ass on her way to the bed.

Even though you were half expecting it, you still glare at her. This is exactly what she wants, and you know it. It feels good to give in to your anger a little bit, even if Aria enjoys the show of emotion. Your pride would have you show no reaction, but Aria...

Of the three, displeasing her is the most unpleasant.

With an angry snort, you return to pulling down Adagio's shorts and stockings. They're down to her knees when you feel Sonata lift up your meager skirt and rub her bare crotch against your ass. It's feverishly warm, and you can feel some of her juices get smeared around on your buttcheek. You firmly ignore the sensation, you are a straight woman who is not aroused by any kind of unwelcome touch.

Adagio's lower half is clad only in a pair of panties now, and you almost hesitate at the next step. Sonata giggles in your ear and cups your breasts in her hands, still grinding against your ass. Your mind starts to numb against the onslaught as you bend down and seize the fabric of Adagio's underwear in your teeth. The smell of her arousal fills you nose, even as you pull her panties down. Adagio considerately lifts her legs, so that Sonata can keep humping you while you struggle to move the panties.

You feel nothing as you go down on Adagio, not even Sonata's hands roving southward. Your eyes stare at a yellow stomach, your mouth moving mechanically, delicately licking and plunging at random, your hands on her warm thighs to steady yourself. To your shame, your hips buck slightly when Sonata's fingers dip into your womanhood. You'd think you would be used to being used and violated, but you can never be truly numb to the experience.

Adagio writhes under your ministrations, her hands snarled in your hair, pushing you firmly against her pussy. For a moment, you can't figure out why her shallow breaths have an echo, then you realize with a shock that you are hearing your own breaths. Your body is hot and pliant under Sonata's hands, and she lets out little yelps that let you know she's getting close. You try to ignore her, but you can feel a heat building in your loins.

Sonata's breath is hot across your ear. You try to block her out, working all the more diligently at pleasuring Adagio's hot tunnel with your tongue. Then Sonata bites your ear gently and all pretense is lost. You moan into Adagio's pussy, your juices flowing down your leg and mingling with Sonata's. Adagio's legs clamp down on your head, and your mouth is filled with her cum. You swallow dazedly, oblivious to the fire this lights in her eyes.

After long moments, the little threesome stops twitching and Sonata crawls up onto the bed. You just kneel at the foot of the bed. You can't have orgasmed, you're not a lesbian! Adagio practically purrs.

"Well done, Cumslut. You swallowed quite a bit of my cum this time, I'm glad you're taking your duties seriously. I'll expect this same level of performance from now on."

You whimper. Meanwhile, Aria is pulling something out of a bag. As she puts it on, you recognize the back of the harness as that of a strap on.

Oh, please no. Aria turns around with a grin, letting her newest toy swing freely.

"My turn. Why don't you kiss your new boyfriend?"

Your dread turns to confusion. Sonata perks up.

"Ooh! Since it's a rubber chicken, you could tell her to kiss your cock!"

Aria swaggers up to you, the rubber chicken bare inches from your face.

"Wow, Sonata, you really are the worst. This is obviously a hen, so it can't be a cock. Now, Cumslut. Kiss the rubber chicken."

You glare at your purple tormentor, but nevertheless plant a chaste kiss on the head of the rubber chicken duct taped to a strap on harness.

"No, you can do better than that. Pretend it's your beloved girlfriend. Give her some tongue."

You suppose you should be glad it's just weird, but you are far from comfortable as you lick the head, your tongue probing the tiny gap of the beak. Aria chuckles, then grabs your head firmly and thrusts the chicken into your mouth. Your eyes go wide as you try to manage the rubbery invasion, but she doesn't give you much time before she repeats the motion. Your cheek bulges repeatedly as you guard the back of your throat. You know she wants you to deep throat, but the last time you tried, she ended up covered in vomit.

The memory of her disgust carries you through the relentless rubber chicken facefucking. At last Aria pulls out, letting your saliva drip from the chicken to darken your blouse or slip between your heaving breasts. She glares at you.

"Tell me what you want."

You know this pattern well

"I w-want your cock-"

"Hen."

Oh, right.

"I want your hen inside me. Please, mistress, impregnate me."

Aria roughly throws you between Adagio and Sonata on the bed and clambers up behind you. You lay flat on your belly, achingly aware of how sensitive you still are from your last orgasm. Aria spreads your cheeks and plunges the rubber chicken into your wet pussy. It feels utterly strange, but you can't help but twitch at every rubbery lump penetrating your flower. Adagio strokes your hair as Aria rapes you with a stupid toy chicken. Even so, you still twitch and writhe as your tender insides are stroked and stirred. The bed shifts slightly, but you don't notice, You have a script.

"F-fuck me!"

Although today, it might be a little more heartfelt than usual.

"Your c- your hen is so good!"

Aria laughs, slapping your ass with light, stinging blows.

"Make me your, oh fuck, cumdumpster!"

You burn with shame over the exclamation in the middle, but you are finding it hard to think as you approach your second orgasm today.

"I'M CUMMING!"

Your pussy clamps around the rubber chicken, milking it in vain. As the waves of pleasure roll through your body, you feel a familiar nozzle poke between your ass cheeks. Aria squeezes, and literal mayonnaise pours onto your puckered anus. As your twitching dies down, she lays down a few lines of white stuff on your ass cheeks, cold and thick on your skin. You feel emptier than you thought possible as the chicken is pulled from your nethers, only to be replaced with that stupid bottle. Aria takes extra satisfaction in filling your pussy with egg whites and whatever else goes into your now least favorite condiment.

She rolls you over and tears the flimsy uniform from your chest. You stare at her with deadened eyes as she slathers her mockery onto your heaving breasts. Finally she straddles your chest, putting a line of mayonnaise along the rubber chicken. You suckle on the tainted toy, glaring at Aria all the while. When you swallow the last of the distasteful topping, she cups your cheeks in her hands and kisses you deeply, her tongue swirling and probing.

You don't enjoy this. You're not a lesbian. You don't feel disappointed when the kiss ends. You turn your head away as she makes herself comfortable on top of your slicked form, ignoring the soft pressure of her breasts on yours. You lay there, and there is no way you would have the urge to grab her ass, let alone try to resist an urge that would be impossible. You don't try to read affection into the whispers the Dazzlings make as they cuddle up all around you. Their probing fingers as likely to intertwine with your own as to molest you or each other. You lay there, lost in yourself as your tormentors nap around you.

You aren't waiting for them to call you Sunset Shimmer.

That'd be impossible.