Sonata’s Plan

by Almighty Mudkip

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Sonata Dusk, Death, Gore, Dark, Comedy, Equestria Girls, Aria Blaze, Sex, Adagio Dazzle
Length: 6689

And it actually works... Yeah, it’s crazy ain’t it?

They say that a broken clock is right twice a day, but does that also apply to the really, really stupid?

Apparently so, cause Sonata’s plan, her pure-genius idea, actually fucking works. What was that plan, you may ask?

Well, Catholics be warned...

Published 2019-03-24 05:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-06-11 16:52:01 UTC

The Plan

“F.R.E.E! That spells free! Credit-report-dot-com baby!”

‘Click!’

“It has the strength, to hold-!”

‘Click!’

“YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE!... I LOVED YOU!”

“Hah, gay.” Aria surfed the tube, while the ever-beautiful Adagio sat in the adjacent seat reading a book. “Hey, has Sonata swallowed her pills yet?”

“It was your turn tonight, Aria.” Adagio corrected. “Remember?”

“Oh... Cool.” She just sat there like a lump on a log, watching TV. Adagio huffed and got up, mumbling hate under her breath. “Thaaanks!”

She went to the cabinet and dug around for Sonata’s medication, but couldn’t find any for the love of her. “Now where did I put them.”

‘Bum-ba-dump!’

“...What the hell was that?”

“All I hear is your nagging, Dagi!” Aria groaned.

‘Ba-dump!’

“...Oh, you mean that?” Aria spoke out once again. “Yeah, I think we got rats down in the basement. Been thumping down there for a couple days now.”

“Grand...” Dagi brought out the broom and a flashlight. “You go kill them.” Then promptly threw both at her sister.

“Ow-Hey! Why do I gotta do it!?”

Aria leaned down and leered at her. “Because, Aria, I hate rats.” She grumbled with gritted teeth. “You forgot Sonata’s medicine, so you go kill the rats.”

Pissed that her TV time had been interrupted, Aria grabbed the equipment and trudged to the basement. Adagio sat down and continued where she left off. “Ahh... At least humanity has decent literature.

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Aria came back, much quicker than possible. “Hey, um, Dagi?”

“I don’t smell any dead rats.” Adagio noted, keeping her eyes glued to the paper

“Yeah, about that... What do I do with this kid?”

Adagio facially backpedaled, looking over to see a naked, malnourished young boy no taller than Aria’s leg. “Oh my good god!” She threw the book and rushed over. “Young man, why were you in our basement!? Where did you-“ He collapsed, slipping out of Aria’s hand. “Aria, call 911!”

“What about the rest of ‘em?”

“The what!?” Adagio’s face went pale. “Are we running a sweat-shop in our basement!? How many are down there!?”

Aria just shrugged. “Ten? A few of ‘em are kinda dead but-“

Adagio ran passes her, heading straight for the basement..... ”LORD HAVE MERCY!!!”

Right on cue, Sonata was walking down the stairs. She eyed the child in Aria’s hand and quietly took him in her arms, walking back toward the basement. “Oh, hi Dagi!”

“WHY ARE THERE CHILDREN IN OUR BASEMENT!?!”

Aria just sighed, going back to her chair and watching TV.

“Ten.” Adagio counted. “Ten, innocent young children...”

“Uh-huh.” Sonata nodded, following her words.

“...Why, in the name of all that is sacred, did you kidnap ten children, and chain them up in the basement with no food or water?”

“Becaaause...” She answered.

“Becaaause what, Sonata!?” Adagio demanded.

Sonata smiled. “I have a plan!”

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“And what pray-tell is this plan?” Adagio humored, borderline agitated.

Sonata, bless her heart, smiled still and answered. “I’m gonna use them as tribute to gain a favor from Satan!”

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“I read about it in a bible at the Satanic Church beside the McDonalds, apparently he gives favors in exchange for souls!” Adagio was pinching her brow. “So I thought, ‘if I could just get souls, I could get whatever I want!’ It’s full-proof!”

“Oh, of course it is! Except the part about Satan being completely made-up.” Shot down like a Korean missile. “Sonata, you’re my sister and I love you, which is why I’m telling you this.” She assured. “That plan is so flawed and out-right stupid that the chances of it ever succeeding are an absolute zero-percent.” That certainly put a damper on her mood. “I’m going to bed, okay? Take your medicine, do not sacrifice those children, and DO NOT let the authorities know that you kidnapped ten children.”

“Okaaay...” Sonata frowned.

“Good, now get some sleep. I have a plan to get you out of this mess.” Adagio left, closing the door behind her...

“Goodnight...” Sonata smiled... Because she had a plan. Hidden under her bed was the form of a bound child, and behind her back a crossed pair of fingers with a kitchen knife in her grasp. “Sleep tight~...” She got up and reached under, dragging the poor boy out and laying him on the floor along with a heavy black book. “The Book of Belial.” She opened it up, reading the text inside. “Oh, and don’t you worry either, Isaac... I’m using you as a sacrificial portal rather than an offering.” The boy could only cry in horror as the knife was raised, and swiftly brought down...

“Fly away, little angel... Fly away...”

The moon hung high in the sky, far past Midnight. Blood had stained Sonata and the walls of her room, along with the fresh blood of a virgin child. Sonata, with a velvet bag of black powder, had just finished the circle and pentagram. “Hmph, a lil messy but... Not too shabby.” Next she referred to the book, reading along with her finger and a candle. “Next... The gateway.” She took the bloody, bloody knife and raised it up high...

“O vicious Prince of Brimstone and Darkness, hear my beckon call! I demand an audience from the fiery void, enter through the portal of cardinal sin I have created and grant me your power!”

Then, she brought it down straight into her own heart. She gurgled a shriek through blood and spit, falling over as a lifeless slump while darkness consumed her vision...

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”I have heard your prayers...” A deep, booming voice echoed. ”Awaken, child of darkness... Awaken!”

Her eyes shot open! Knife still deeply embedded in her chest, oozing with her own blood. The entire room rumbled, the circle at the center of the room fading away into a thick cloud of smoke. “S-... Satan?”

”Yes...” The smoke condensed itself into an oval-esque shape, allowing yellow, piercing eyes to stare back at her from within. ”You offer unto me, the souls of ten virgin children... What is it that you seek, dark one?”

Sonata’s grin couldn’t be any more pure. “I want a taco...”

.........

“A infinite taco that never runs out, no matter how much you eat from it! Like in that cartoon I saw that had the infinite pizza!” The eyes stared back, unphased. “Can you grant me that, Mr. Satan?”

”Y-... Yes, ‘tis an easy feat.” He was starting to slip. ”But might I ask... Is that really all you desire, for your disturbingly generous donation of ten virgin souls?”

Sonata purses her lips and hummed... “What else can you give me?”

The smoke grew a smile, an evil smile filled with jagged, razor-sharp teeth. ”Anything, my child...”

Sonata scratched her head adorably. “Whataya recommend?”

Adagio lay sound asleep, the soft break of dawn entering from the bedroom window. Her clock read 5:34, just a half our away from-

‘Bang! Bang! Bang!’

Her eyes shot open. ”Adagiooo! I gotta show ya something!”

“GO BACK TO SLEEP, SONATA!” Her door had broken into pieces, the bellows of a blood-red lazer zooming just over her and disintegrating a hole through her bedpost. “What in the name of Starswirl...”

“I can fire LASERS! Satan gave me LASER BREATH!” Another laser, this one smashing through her window. “Look, look!”

“GO! TO! BED!” Adagio snapped... “Wait... Did you say Satan?” Looking up, she saw that Sonata now had coal-black skin and hair, fucking WINGS, and her eyes were lemon-yellow with black sclera below a sharp pair of demonic horns. “Oh... My god.”

“Best part, I got to keep my own soul as a bonus!” She did a little pose. “Aren’t I a cute lil demon~?”

Adagio... Just stared, completely shocked.

“The hell’s all the yelling for!?” Enter Aria, looking over Sonata. “What the hell happened to you?” Sonata’s response was her cheeks swelling up, and letting loose a wicked laser right over Aria’s head. “Whoaaa! Holy fuck that was cool!”

“I know!” More lasers were fired, Mainly in random directions. “I can do this all day!”

“No lasers IN THE HOUSE!!!” Adagio threw her clock at them. “I’M TRYING TO SLEEP!!!”

“...Hey Sonata, is Satan still around?” Aria asked. “I wanna fire lasers, too.”

“We gotta round up some children, first. We sell them, we get godly abilities!” Sonata informed, biting into a taco that magically regenerated itself. “C’mon, let’s gooo!” The two scampered off, leaving Adagio to the smoldering remains of her room and the smell of brimstone.

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She buried her face in her pillow and just... Slept the insanity away.

Author's Note

Remember kids, never sell souls to Satan. It is bad and you’ll make Celestia very upset if you do.

Another Plan?

Life, in a very broad sense, is much like a deck of cards. Tarot Cards? No, god forbid, it’s not nearly that colorful.

No, no... Life is more like a deck of regular playing cards, and you’re playing hold’em with fate itself. Basically, if you know how to play the hand life gives you, fate is a lot easier to deal with! Yet at the same time, life can just go and fuck you over in one circumstance or another, and no amount of preparation could have ever saved you.

Of course the same can be said in terms of vice-versa, but nobody ever notices the positives... But I digress.

In a nutshell, Life will always have a metaphorical leash on you. It simply can’t be avoided one-hundred percent...

But what if it could?

What if I told you that, in this seemingly unfair world, that there was a power that could assure your success?

(Canterlot City, 12:34 a.m.)

“This is never gonna work, Sonata.”

“Shh! Just play along, play along!” The young Demon insisted.

The scene was something out of a Tosh.0 skit, minus the sexually ambiguous Daniel Tosh. We have who is implied to be Aria Blaze, veiled in an old black cloak, wearing a cheap Skeletor mask and parading a plastic scythe in her right hand. “This is so stupid...”

On her left was the demonic cutie-pie, Sonata Dusk. She wore fur wraps on her arms and legs, a loincloth to cover her naughty box, and a fur top that barely even fit over her charred-black honkers. An iron chain was wrapped around her neck, which Aria had a firm grip on in an attempt to make her look like some kind of Imp Familiar or whatever Sonata said. “Well, I think you make a great horseman of death.” Sonata pressed a small button on the mask, causing it to flash and speak in a nasally voice.

“I’ll get you next time, He-man! Nyaaaahh!”

...Whatever Aria’s face may have been, it was safe to assume it was something similar to ‘I’m so fucking tired of this shit and it hasn’t even started.’ But, they made it this far, and the costume shop doesn’t do refunds... “Demon powers better be worth this.” Aria tapped the door with her fake scythe and waited.

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She knocked with her free hand this time, Sonata looking a tad confused. “Weird... I know for fact I smell the living in there.”

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“Eighty-six the door, Sonny.” Her black cheeks puffed up, then a red hot laser as thick as a tree burst from her mouth and incinerated a giant hole right through the door. “Ahem... House-keeping~!” Aria entered through the hole, careful of the crispy wood around the hole. “Yeah. Just kidding, I’m Death.” She joked, looking around to find...

Nobody?

“Hey genius, thought you said you smelled ‘em.” Sonata sniffed the air at Aria’s complaint, then led her through the home and to a basement door. “Hole.” With a nod from the demon the door was given a smoldering hole to enter through. “Hellooo! I have an appointment with someone!” Then the stench hit, a god-awful combination of semen and rotten gas-station food. “Jesus... This fucker better be house-trained.” She delved deeper still, the smell only getting worse with each plastic bag or container she stepped on.

“I think there’s a room like this in hell somewhere...” Sonata mumbled, before stepping in something that she was too afraid to look down at. “Oh, Lucifer help me...”

“Keep it in your gut, Sonata. We’ll dig this pig outta the silo soon.” Aria bumped her foot on something soft. “Huh? Oh god!” She looked down, finding a pillow with some over-sexualized woman printed on the front. The poor thing was covered in stains. “If pillows could talk...” She pulled Sonata’s chain. “Blast it.” Cumrag-chan was turned into ash in seconds, Aria was doing God’s work here.

Then, with the glow of a screen, Aria spotted it. Right in the corner of the room, sitting in a swivel chair at the desk of a computer, playing a fucking porn game with humanoid... Animals strapped to a lab desk. “That’s just wrong.” Aria was mortified, absolutely mortified. “Fucking animals??”

“Hey, lemme see it!” It was one of the palest, sweatiest, zit-ridden necks Sonata ever saw atop a fucking blimp of a body. “Good... God.” Sonata felt blood run down her lip at mentioning the holy father’s name, but even she hadn’t noticed in the sight of this degenerate. “He’s radioactive...”

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“Go touch it.”

“Wh-WHAT!?” Sonata cried. “Please, no! I’m too beautiful to be eaten!”

“Eugh!? Whurp!?” The abomination turned in his chair, his thick glasses reflecting the horrified faces of Skeletor and a Demon. “G-G-Girl!?!?” He fell back, smashing into his PC set-up like a big sweaty wrecking ball. Aria just stared at this squealing and flopping mongoloid as he desperately scrambled away. “Mah Spaghetti! P-Protect me Hatsumi-San!”

“Oh my fucking... Shut the FUCK UP!!!” Aria screamed, Sonata hiding behind her. “Goddamn walking ZIT!!” He only quivered in fear, jiggling like a big slime ball. “Okay... Keep it cool, Aria.” She breathed slowly, regaining her composure. “Alright, I was hoping for someone that wasn’t a giant scab, but you’ll have to do.” She pointed upstairs. “C’mon fat-boy, it’s time.”

“T-Time for what!?”

“What do you thing, fatass? Look at me!” She flavored her cloak, pulling Sonata out from her little hiding spot behind her. “Black cloak? Retarded Imp servant?? That ring a bell?”

“Hey, rude!”

“Shut up!” Sonata went ignored, Aria waiting for the fat bastard to come along. “Look man, I’m death! You fucking choked on a Chicken Wing and died alone!”

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“Is... Is that a Skeletor mask?”

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“Yes?” Aria answered. “Because... Because everybody expects Death to be a skeleton for some fucking reason! It’s really annoying having to explain why I have flesh!” She threw off the mask and just started stomping on it, mainly to relieve herself of the frustration from being close to this disgusting man. “Now are you gonna come quietly or am I gonna have to beat you to an inch of your already shortened life!?

“D-does... Does god actually exist?” He asked.

“Yes, he fucking does. Christianity is all real.” She told him, to his utter shock. “But I doubt your fat ass is gonna see him with the shit you squeeze your dick to.” She pointed at his porn with her scythe, and not the crap that was on the computer. He had it all along the walls of the basement, drawings and digital art of furry porn and... Fucking Inflation porn! “Good fucking god, man... God’s definitely not taking you.”

“Aria, I don’t even know if Satan’s gonna take him.” Sonata was hiding behind Aria again, too afraid to show herself. “This is just... I think even his soul is stained with dry cum.”

“Wouldn’t fucking surprise me, Dusk...” That did lead to a very important question. “So how do we rip that soul out, anyway?”

.......

“I...” Sonata moved back. “I don’t wanna take his soul.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, just do it!” Sonata looked close to crying, but she nodded and gulped. “Pretend it’s a child or something. You like those, right?”

“It’s a child... A beautiful blonde child.” She closed her eyes and plugged up her nose, then she opened her mouth wide... Really, really wide!

’Chomp!’

She snapped-up the entirety of his head, pausing to gag with watery eyes. “Jesus in Heaven!” Aria looked utterly horrified at the sight of her sister attempting to vore the man like a bloody python. “Bleach my fucking eyes... I can’t look away.”

But, inch after grueling inch, gag after bile-laced gag, she swallowed him deeper and deeper in what seemed like psychological torture to the poor demoness. Amazingly still, once she reached the mid-point and widest portion of this fat fuck, she bit down and raised her head up toward the ceiling in a feat of immeasurable neck strength. “Nngh... Urk!” The victim slid down her throat the rest of the way, and into the lightless void that was her belly.

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“I-I... ’sniff!’” Sonata broke into blood-red tears. “I did it, Aria...” She was shaking like a crack-addict. “My first... ’light gag’ S-soul.”

Aria just stared, feeling the weight of her guilt hanging from her neck. “Are you... Um...”

“I wanna die...” Sonata lamented with a sad, hollow smile. “I feel like I was raped from the inside out... Just for a soul.”

Yeeeaaah... Aria felt pretty bad now, like legitimately bad. “I’m so sorry, I... I had no idea.” She hugged her, letting her silently cry into her shoulder. “Your tears... Really burn, Sonata.”

“Don’t leave.” She yelped, almost in panic. “Please, I can’t... I just can’t right now.” As much as it hurt Aria she would endure, anything for her brave little demon sister... Plus, she just couldn’t imagine what it was like, swallowing that thing whole. “Ugh...! Urp!!” Sonata started coughing up bones, ribs, and a human skull. “He... He passed.” Last but not least, was an ethereal orb of some kind of crystal flew from her mouth. “That-... ‘Cough! Cough!’ That’s the soul in solid form.” Sonata informed. “It’s a virgin, too... A rare find.”

Aria stared at the orb, watching it glow with the tormented soul of this sorry incel trapped inside. It was almost like a lava lamp except the lava was moaning in pain. “Um... What do we do with it?”

Sonata, seemingly recovered enough to act proper, stood up and poked it with a claw. “Hm... His soul isn’t enough. It’s been weakened by years of negativity and pessimism.” She looked around a bit. “Not to mention this filthy lifestyle...”

“Just our luck.” Aria kicked his chair in spite, then looked around a bit. “...Hey, you think he’ll miss his junk?” Sonata just shrugged, watching Aria wander around and start looting all his expensive-looking shit. “Well, when life gives ya lemons, commit burglary.” Aria threw a pillow sheet at her sister. “Start grabbing before people get suspicious, this is some seriously illegal shit we’re doing and I’m too pretty for Jail.”

“O-Oh, okay!” She stuffed the soul in the pillow case and they both started tearing the room apart for potential cash. They booked it in the dead of night much later, Sonata flying off with a fake Grim Reaper and about 6000 bucks worth of rare cards, nerd merchandise, and a metric shit-ton of Japanese pornography and comic books.

It was a police case that was never solved, and left detectives with nothing but... Out-right bizarre leads. Human bones, giant seething holes in doors, a broken skeleton mask, and zero traces of human flesh.

Whatever the hell happened, it was simply unexplainable.

Aria and Sonata entered the house at 6 am sharp, just in time to see Adagio making coffee. “What the hell’s in the bag?” Dare she ask.

Aria threw off her cloak and tossed the plastic scythe in the corner by the coat rack. “Stuff.” She answered.

“Yeah, expensive stuff!” Sonata added. “We’ll be in Aria’s room!”

Adagio just stared... “Don’t even get involved, Dazzle.” She took her coffee and added her creamer to it.

’Knock knock knock!’

Adagio, puzzled at who could possibly be up at this hour, opened the door to be greeted by the pale-white skull of the legitimate Grim Reaper. “Uh, hi. I’m Greg, Grim Reaper?” He held out his bony hand, which Adagio politely shook. “Yeah uh, so sorry to bother you at this hour... I promise, you’re still kicking! Not here for that.” He assured, as you would assume he was usually there for. “But ehh... I got reports from the guy up-stairs that some Jackass was out doing my job.”

Adagio only stared for about half a minute or so, before clearing her throat. “I don’t know anything about that, Mr... Greg.”

“Is that right?... Well, whatever. Not like they’re gonna miss a...” A list poofed into existence, likely his schedule of appointments. “A misterrrr..... Hohoo man, nooobody’s gonna miss that weirdo.” The list vanished and he waved her off. “Alrighty Miss Dazzle, see ya in twenty years!”

She waved back with a broken smile. “Come back anytime!” Then she whispered to herself. ”Please, make it five...”

Author's Note

Remember, never impersonate Death! He’s a really nice guy and quite the busy person, and really appreciates it!

Third Time’s the Charm! (Lewd)

Author's Note

Lewd warning, there will be incest and Sonata has a surprise.

Not for the faint of heart, or the delicate of mind.

Third Time’s the Charm! (Lewd)

“So you broke into the house of an Incelibate...” Adagio lectured. “Dressed as the Grim Reaper, in some elaborate plan that Sonata cooked up, to gain demonic powers for no other reason than to have them.”

“Uh... Yeah.” Aria answered, a bit unsure on how to react. “I mean, why else would I be there?”

“We even stole his soul!” Sonata cheered, but was quickly silenced by Adagio’s ‘shut your goddamn mouth’ look. “Erm... We got a pretty crystal for it?”

Adagio poked her nose and said in a venomous tone. “Not. Another. Word.” Her command went unbroken as Sonata curled up in shame, looking down at her knees like a scolded toddler. “Your so-called ‘Crystal’ is a meta-physical atrocity to humanity, nature, and God himself! It’s an actual, living soul! It’s an artifact that could stir war and violence among Religious ethnicities!”

“It could also tell Athiests to shut the fuck up for once in their-“ Adagio looked at Aria with bloody murder, ‘not another fucking word’ her eyes screamed. “Pathetic... Pessimistic lives.”

.......

“Yeah, Athiests Are doo-doo heads!” Sonata added, causing Adagio’s eye to twitch. “Especially the kind that thoughtlessly push their ideals and beliefs onto people who just like living their lives the way they want.”

“That’s called an asshole, Sonata.” Aria corrected. “And what do we do to assholes?”

Sonata purses her lips in thought... “Oh, oh! We fuck ‘em raw and laugh as they cry in their own blood and shit!”

Aria smirked. “Just like I taught you, sis.”

Adagio, well aware she was being blatantly ignored, just huffed with a half-lidded look of disappointment.

“But, uh... I got a question, Aria.” Sonata began. “Like, when I go and fuck an asshole, there’s a lot more blood than I think is necessary.”

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“They also... Die.” She added, rubbing her arm with a blush. “Like, aside from one guy, every ass just splits open and it’s just... It’s really messy.”

“Sonata, are you saying you have a massive demon cock?” The demon didn’t answer, she only looked downward in shame. “You gotta tell me what that murder-cock looks like, Sonata.”

Adagio face-palmed. “Lord give me strength...” Adagio, feeling her patience being pushed well beyond what she deemed tolerable, somehow held back the urge to slap the two of them into a coma. “Can we please stop talking about death by forced sodomy? It’s both disgusting and unnecessary conversation.”

“I-it’s...” Sonata held the rim of her skirt. “Barbed... A-and really scary to look at.”

“That doesn’t tell me very much, Sonata.”

“Would you two-“

“No, Aria stop!” Aria was trying to pull off her skirt, her own sister’s skirt in front of God and everybody. “D-Dagi, get her off!”

Adagio just... She gave up, having bear witness to this inhuman scene, watching her broken family spiraling out of control like a semi on a frozen highway and falling into what will likely be incest by most definitions...

“Adagio’s not here, Sonata. Don’t bother leaveing a message.” She needed a drink, bad. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with a bottle of champagne.” She walked out, likely to her room so she could drown herself in alcohol.

“...Kay.” Aria resumed fighting her sister to uncover the legendary murder dong. “Just show me the dick!”

“Nooo!” Sonata was definitely stronger than her mortal self, though not really by much. Aria, unsurprisingly, was around that level as well. “Don’t...! You’re my sister!” She pleaded. “And this is my favorite skirt!”

The tug-of-molestation continued. “Come... On, Sonata! Demon cock doesn’t just... mph! Fall from trees!” Sonata won the fight with one last tug, with Aria loosing her grip and falling back on the floor. “Ow, dammit.” She rubbed her head in pain, Sonata beating her wings and clinging onto the ceiling like a spider. “Oh come the fuck on, Sonata! You’re a demon, aren’t you!? You should be happy to indulge me!”

“Demons aren’t all the same, so don’t demon-shame me you labeling pig!” Way to defend your demon blood, Sonata! Aria has no say in how you act, especially in a case involving the gender-roles and stereotypes of an infernal soul! “S-So... Nyeh!” She stuck her tongue out at her older sister for good measure.

“Ugh... Fine!” Aria relented, resorting to proper negotiation. “Whataya want from me?”

“I want you to not touch my... M-my thing!” She stuttered with pink cheeks. “Why do you wanna see it anyway!?”

“Who doesn’t wanna see what a demon’s dick looks like!?” Solid argument, if I may speak for all of us still riding this train-wreck of a story. “That’s like... Um...” She pondered a bit. “Nobody likes watching a car crash, right?”

“...Yeah?” Even Sonata was visibly confused.

“But like, everybody sorta wants to see one, you follow?” Her face said ‘kinda, but not really’. “Okay, why did you wanna become a demon?”

“...Because I thought it... Would be kinda...”

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”Ohhhh... I think I get where you’re coming from!” Yeah, Sonata’s really not that hard to manipulate. “You wanna know what it’s like to have unrivaled power over lesser mortals!” Close enough, Sonata. “Well if that’s the case, get one yourself!”

“...Okay, not a bad idea if I knew what it looked like first.” She was given a raspberry as a proper ‘fuck you’. “Come on you big baby! I’ll do anything!”

She was answered with silence...

Aria, the ever-so-perceptive, was quick to detect lewdness. “Tell me you aren’t thinking-“

“I’m not!” She snapped.

“Oh my god, you are thinking it!” Aria started mocking her in a sing-song tone. “Sonny’s gotta cruuush~!”

“No I don’t!” She argued back. “You’re mean and bossy and you steal from my mini-fridge!”

Aria debated in her head a bit. She could go two ways here; a). tease her for the rest of the day and maybe a bit more tomorrow, or b). as The Godfather once said ‘make her an offer she can’t refuse’.

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Well, Aria’s sense of morals have been irreparably warped ever since she watched Sonata vore that NEET a day or two ago. Plus she assumed she was going to hell either way for impersonating Death and being involved with the NEET incident. “Hey, Sonata.” Aria began in an innocent tone. “I was wondering, what you were thinking about just now?”

“...Nothing.” She answered.

“Hmm...” Aria sat down on the couch. “I’ll do it if you ask nicely.” She offered.

“Do... What?” Sonata asked.

“I already told you...” Aria smiled, she had her on the hook. “Anything.” She answered with a honey-coated voice.

Sonata shifted her thighs uncomfortably, clearly trying to be subtle and failing miserably. “This is a prank.” She claimed. “You’re... You’re lying.”

“Try me.” Aria dared, reeling in her metaphorical catch. “You know you want to, sis...”

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Sonata let go, fluttering to the ground with her back turned. “P-... Prove it.” She demanded in a shy tone. “Take your top off.”

Aria smiled... Her sister was as good as caught. She pulled off her shirt, leaving a sexy black bra for Sonata to stare at. “Look at me.”

When she did turn her head to see what Aria was packing, she let out a surprised yelp and quickly turned her head away. ”Holy cow...”

“You like?” Her breasts were absolutely gorgeous in that black bra, complimented her skin-color quite nicely and revealed just enough skin to tease the eye. Sonata definitely had a hard time resisting the urge to look. “Wanna touch ‘em?”

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”Yes.”

“Speak up, Sonata.” Aria asked. “Ask me properly.”

She bit her lip, but through sheer willpower she forced herself to say it. “M-... May I touch...”

“Touch what, Sonata?” Aria asked.

“Your... Boobs.”

Aria licked her lips. “Ask me again... Properly this time.” She didn’t even care they were related anymore. This kind of power was just... Addicting.

“I-I wanna touch your boobies... Please.”

“I might let you...” Aria slunk closer, holding her hips and whispering in her ear. “Can I touch yours?” Sonata nodded with a desperate whimper, Aria moves her hands up her sister’s waist and gave her tits a nice squeeze. “So big~.”

Sonata held in her breath to keep her moans down, until she felt Aria’s right hand moving down her belly. “A... Ariaaa~!” She didn’t listen, instead rubbing the tent Sonata was pitching under her skirt. “Please... D-don’t.”

“Tell me what you were thinking about, Sonny.” Aria whispered, fondling her fat tit and softly stroking her covered cock.

She resisted, it was clear on her face that she didn’t wanna say. But the groping and rubbing was just beating down her wall of resistance like a battering ram. “Ngh~! N-no, I... I wasn’t...”

“You wanted to fuck me, didn’t you, Sonata?” Aria could feel her cock twitch for an instance, bouncing up against her hand. “Is that what you wanted?” She only whimpered pathetically, biting her lip to force her voice down. “You know, Sonny...” Aria started popping off the buttons of her sister’s top. “I wouldn’t mind doing that stuff with you.” Aria kissed her neck, soft and slow. “All you gotta do... Is tell me.”

“St-op!” She begged in a quiet shout. “Please... I’m... I’m gonna...!”

“Gonna...?” Aria felt an intense pulsing from her finger tips. Sonata squealed loudly as her dick started throbbing and... Making her skirt into a new cum rag. “Sensitive, are we?” She gave it some gentle pets before going back to squeezing both of Sonata’s breasts, exciting a loud moan from the lucky girl. “Did that feel good?” She was clearly drunk with euphoria, with a glazed stare toward the ceiling and sweat-silken skin. “Ready to tell your big sis the truth now?”

Battered and worn, Sonata had fought a stubborn battle. But after cumming in her own clothes, at the hands of her own sister, along with all the groping and the hot breathing on her neck... “I was... Thinking of you.” She finally admitted. “D-doing stuff.”

“Keep going.” Aria got the last button on her top, pulling it down and unhooking her bra.

“Y-you... Mmph~!” Sonata gasped at the snap of the hook, and moaned when her stiff red nipples were pinched. “You were playing with yourself... With your boobs and your... Ngh~!”

“You wanted to watch me finger myself?” It was almost laughable how innocent Sonata was. “Is that all you wanted?” Aria let her go, unbuttoning her pants and dropping them to her feet. “Pull out your cock and I’m aaall yours, sis.”

Dirty, incestuous thoughts were filling her brain. Images of forbidden skin, and the silky, warm folds of... Ooh, she was getting hard again thinking about it. “Do I get to see it?” She asked.

“Turn around and find out, Sonny.” She took a moment to prepare herself, then finally turned. Aria was naked on the couch, purple plump tits and wet pussy uncovered. She beckoned her over with a finger, Sonata blindly obeyed as she shamelessly stared at her sister’s sexy body. “Get in real close, Sonny.” Aria licked her fingers and started rubbing herself first. “Mm, it’s so hot.” She dipped her middle in first, licking her lips as the much-needed sensation. “Touch me, Sonny.” Just as promised, she got to manhandle Aria’s tits. “Mmmm... More~.” The pointer went in this time, she felt so hot being fondled like this. “I’m so horny, Sonny~!” She moaned, catching her sister’s attention. “Gimme that fat demon cock, I gotta see it!”

She wined a bit like a hurt puppy, but kept her promise and stood up. “It’s... H-here.” She raised her skirt up, and what looked like a whole foot of throbbing, thick demon dick stood proudly for her. The shaft wasn’t quite ‘barbed’ but definitely had a lot of small quills lining the skin, along with some bumps lining both sides. The head was odd though, rather than the human flat-variety the tip was pointed with two smaller horn-like bits at the top. Looked like a little triceratops head with the urethra at the center of the three points. “It’s weird, isn’t it.”

“It’s huge!” Aria gawked. “Star Swirl be damned... That’s gonna stretch me so much.” Looking at it, imagining what it was gonna do to her... She wanted it, bad. “Sit next... N-next to me!” She did as told, Aria grabbing her girth and jerking her off.

“W-wait, aahh!” She moaned out at the sensation, softly rolling her hips as she held the couch in a death grip. “Fuck...! N-not so fast!” Aria noticed that, below the throbbing demon dick, Sonata still had her vagina. Seeing an opportunity, she took her fingers out of her own lips and shoved them into Sonata’s instead. ”Noh! N-Nuhh!” She was being pleasures in two places, and it was melting her brain. “Stop! N-no! Not... Not There!”

“When I get my demon cock, Sonny.” Aria panted out. “Your pussy is mine.”

The images of Aria fucking her raw with her own demon cock sent a warmth down her spine, her womb was tingling with wanton breed lust. “I want it, Aria! I want your cock~!” Aria wrapped her lips over the tip and went right to work. “Ohh! Oh Lucifer!” She could feel Aria’s tongue tickling her tip. “Mmmph! Ahh!! Oh Aria, please don’t stop!” She couldn’t stop thinking of her pussy, couldn’t stop thinking of how warm and wet it felt inside. “I-... I want you, Aria!” She moaned out with longing in her tone. “You’re so fucking hot, Aria! I love everything about you!” She mindlessly babbled, Aria spitting her dick out and squeezing it between her tits. “Oh fuck...! A-Aria I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah, gimme that cum!” She opened her mouth wide, teasing Sonata’s tip with her tongue. It throbbed and twitched in her chest until Sonata groaned, and a jet of cum hit the roof of Aria’s mouth. She locked her lips over the head and caught every last rope. It was spicy, as cliche as that sounds, so she ended up spitting it out from the burning in her tongue. “Ugh, fuck...” Sonata was still hard from the looks of it, not even the least bit tired, either. “Still not soft, huh?” Sonata’s eyes were distant and foggy, but the normal blood-red was a hot pink now. “Ready for the main course, sis?” Aria asked, spreading open her lips for her demon lover.

Sonata crawled to her like a sexy kitty cat, tail swishing left and right, and... A tail? ”Sex~!” Aria was pushed down by her drooling sister, who locked her in a fiery-hot kiss, tongue and all.

’SLAM!!’

Both parties jumped, and stared at the hallway as their eldest sister trudged out with-”YOU’RE FUCKING LOUD!!”

’Smash!’

.....

Well... She had a bottle of liquor, but now it was a mess of glass and tonic all over the living room wall. “I’ve had it-“ She pointed at the ceiling. “up to here with you two! You-’hic!’ You four... Six?” She was very, very drunk. “Stop fuckin’ spinning already!” She inhaled, and exhaled a wail of sorrow as she broke into tears. “I try so haaard! Auuugh!!” The two incestuous lovers just stared at her pathetic crying for maybe half a minute, before angry Dagi came back and screamed at them. “You disgusting West Virginhegh Hicks! You fucking pieces of trash!” She puked in the floor and cried, then got angry at nothing again. “Have your goddamn incest baby! See if I care if one horn’s on it’s motherfucking arm and the other has to be-’hic!’ surgically removed! SEE IF I CARE ABOUT YOUR HEALTH AND RETARDED DEMON CHILD!!!” She got up and ran for the kitchen, smashing her face into the wall and vomiting on herself. “Fucking... FUCK THE BOTH OF YOU!!” There was a loud thump, and just like that Adagio was... Hopefully not dead.

.....

“What the fuck is her problem?” Aria’s question would go unanswered, as thick demon cock would smash her brain into mush like a pumpkin full of fire crackers. “Ugh... Haa...” She was already cumming, with violent shakes, a throbbing asshole, and demon tongue sucking her tit. “Ah-... Auugh! Fuck!” It felt like hours, many many hours of fat cock in her guts, yet only ten minutes had passed until Sonata bit down on Aria’s neck and unloaded deep in her sister’s pussy. “Ohh... Oh god, it’s so-Ahh!!” Sonata immediately went back it humping, Aria screaming as another orgasm rocked her world.

Little did she know, this would continue for six straight hours.

Adagio had awoken with one of the most head-splitting migraines she’d felt in years. Her memory was a blur at best, lots of screaming and crying. “Oh...’Urp!’ Oh god in heaven.” She was laying in the kitchen floor from what she could see, reeled of puke and booze. “I’m such a train wreck.” She took her time standing up, not wanting to upset her poor stomach any further. Once she was on her wobbly feet she went to the living room to...

.....

She witnessed a sight so heartwarming, Aria and Sonata sleeping together on the couch.

What wasn’t so heartwarming was all the blood staining the couch, and what looked like human organs between Aria’s thighs.

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Adagio just stood there, eyes fading into grey as she felt the last bit of reasoning leave her heart. She was empty, so so empty inside. She knew she could’ve stopped this, she could’ve saved her sister, but instead she drowned out her depression and stress with alcohol.

Aria was dead, Sonata was a demon, and the world just keeps getting grayer and grayer and grayer...

’Crackle... Snap!’

Adagio was broken of her downward spiral by the odd sounds of Aria’s corpse. She was twitching and popping, a sight so grotesque and abnormal it was just the thing to distract Adagio from the thoughts of suicide. “A-... A-Aria?”

’Crack...!’

.........

Aria’s corpse stopped twitching...

’BOOM!’

And it exploded in an absolute swarm of maggots and spiders, blood showering the room and Adagio as her sanity slipped even further down the rabbit hole... But what lay in Aria’s place, where only a twitching leg and bits of her hair remained, was a small black child with tiny antlers and a thick reptilian tail.

Adagio laid down on the floor, curled up into a ball, and silently cried while blood oozed down her face and insects crawled over her broken form. The only form of support she had was the crying of a baby that put her feminine heart in a very small warmth of ease, a thin blanket to weather a blizzard of insanity.