Anon World Order

I wake up the next morning, a warm weight on my chest. All my bleary eyes can see is orange, so I probably won't have to save someone's life first thing in the morning. I wipe the grit from my eyes, trying not to stir the poof. No dice. Adagio lifts her head, scowling as she peers around.

"Good morning, Princess."

Her eyes widen as she looks down at me, then at her hands draped across my chest.

"I was just cold, that's all. Don't read too much int-"

She stops, irritated by my amused expression.

"Shut up."

"I wasn't saying anything."

She props herself up, her sleeping bag falling from her shoulders. Adagio shivers in the cool morning air, and eyes me contemplatively. I grin.

"I am still pretty warm, if you're interested."

I can see the conflicting urges in her face. Finally, she just lowers herself to my chest again, tugging the sleeping bag back up. It's nice, feeling her warmth and little movements. She makes little circles with her index finger on my shoulder.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Whatever you want?"

She huffs at that.

"If only I knew what that was..."

I pat her hair.

"Give it some time, you'll figure it out."

She lifts her head and scowls at me.

"You're not making it any easier!"

"Sorry?"

Adagio's hands fist in my shirt.

"You have no idea, you aren't even trying to..."

I give her a perplexed look.

"I'm not trying to do what?"

She closes her eyes and breathes deeply, slowly letting go of my shirt. Cheeto girl wriggles over to lean against the side of the tent. She lets out a long, deep breath.

"You have to understand, the girls and I... we're not exactly human. We used to be seaponies and,"

I cough, trying to hold in my laughter. Adagio scowls.

"As I was saying, we used to be seaponies. Music travels a long way underwater, and seaponies have used it for magic for a long, long time. You have seen the effects of our singing, imagine a whole school of seaponies singing together."

That is actually rather frightening.

"So you ruled the ocean?"

She scoffs.

"Hardly. Friendship magic is one of the most powerful kinds of magic there is. So while the seaponies maintained harmony in the school with the Shooby Doo,"

Wait.

"The Scooby Doo?"

Adagio facepalms.

"Are you just going to keep interrupting?"

"Sorry, won't happen again."

"Anyhow, the very harmonious magic that gave the seaponies their power also committed them to serving everyone. Clownfish lost his kid? He just has to call out the Shooby Doo, and an entire school of seaponies helps him find the thing. I couldn't live that way. I found that when I held that resentment in my heart, I wasn't affected by the Shooby Doo."

She really should stop calling it that, I am having a hard time taking her seriously.

"There was power in that, but I wanted more. I found Aria, so full of anger, and Sonata, shunned for her dangerous lack of common sense. We made a chorus, and a friendship defined by enmity. With that, we could corrupt the Shooby Doo, turning harmony into disharmony, selflessness into selfishness. We kept our resentments strong, finding little ways to annoy each other, reflecting that bickering in our music. Equestria was not prepared for such magic, and we rose to power quickly. And then, some stupid wizard banished us to your world, and that's where we've been ever since."

Okay, but,

"Where do I fit in, in all of this?"

Adagio huffs.

"That's the problem. We're a prickly and irritating trio, but we can use that to gain power for our little group. That same spirit, of conflict for the good of our little school, is the controlling force in our magic. When I first brought you in, I thought you would be a luxury I could rub in their faces. Then you started acting receptive to them, and that was good for the school, both for their happiness, and our general interpersonal conflicts. So I shouldn't try to have you for myself, if I want to keep the power we have. But it is only because I want you that we have that power. Do you understand?"

"So basically, you are both the horse following the carrot on a stick, and the driver holding the carrot on a stick. There's a conflict of interests."

She smiles wearily.

"That's it exactly. It doesn't help that you are nearly the idea seapony mate."

...

"Really?"

She nods.

"Helpful, no agenda of your own, just the good of the group. You try to play peacemaker, while also trying to satisfy the needs of each person. I'm actually worried that you are too much the peacemaker, Aria and Sonata haven't been fighting nearly as much as they used to."

"And... that's bad."

She nods.

"If they become reconciled, then I have to be the aggressor, and then they will either take over, or all my work falls apart, and we're back in the Shooby Doo situation."

"Would it really be back to that? You already have changed the song magic to suit your group. If the three of you got along, not necessarily serving one another, but still coexisting without attempted murder, wouldn't that work? You still desire power as a group, you would still be in competition, and there would still be irritating things each one of you does. It doesn't sound like too much different from how you girls are now."

Adagio's mouth twists.

"Maybe."

"If anything, I would say that you and Sonata are already well reconciled. They only thing I've seen you actually get angry about is making moves on me, and even then you've sort of encouraged that lately."

She raises an eyebrow.

"You don't want to choose either. You said if I wanted this to be real, you had to have a choice, but you don't want to make one."

I crawl out of my sleeping bag and to Cheese Poof. She watches me warily as I sit next to her.

"Things are not always one or the other."

I wrap an arm around her shoulders and rest my head on hers.

"If you are brave enough, you can make a new choice. You can have me. Because you have me, you can share me. I will always be a point of competition in this group, but I can be your point of competition."

She scoffs but doesn't try to wiggle out of your embrace.

"You just want a harem."

"You literally kidnapped me because you had a crush on me."

Adagio sits silently, leaning slightly against me. She works her arms out of the sleeping bag, letting them rest loosely on her lap.

"If I let you do this, would you love me?"

I move my head to look down at her face, lifting her chin with one hand.

"I already love each of you. That's the problem."

Her breathing deepens and quickens. She shakes her head slightly and whispers,

"Kiss me, you fool."

And so I do. My lips meet hers hesitantly, then with increasing passion. Her hands wander, softly clawing at my chest, clutching at my head, my neck. I stroke the nape of her neck, and she arches her back. She seizes my head in her hands and plunges her tongue into my mouth. My tongue pushes and yields, exulting in the sensation of another mouth. I bring a hand down to her breast, my thumb rubbing circles where I can feel her hardened nipple. She breaks the kiss and pushes me down onto the tent floor, her face flushed and eager.

"So that's how you want to play..."

Adagio grabs my shirt and pulls it up and over my head. She flings it into a corner and lowers herself down to kiss my stomach. With each kiss, she climbs a little higher and unbuttons a button on her pajama top. She's kissing my neck when she discards the garment entirely. Finally, she kisses me on the mouth, letting herself rest on my chest, her breasts warm and soft against my skin. I lose yourself in the kiss, letting my hands roam up and down her back, dipping down to stroke the sides of her breasts. Adagio hums happily into the kiss, her hips grinding against my unfortunately clothed erection. I push her back, my hands pressing against her petite bosom.

"Wouldn't it be more fun if we didn't have clothes in the way?"

She grins down at me, rubbing her chest against my palms.

"Maybe, but I want to make you cum in your shorts first."

With that, she increases the pace of her hips' gyration, her head thrown back in pleasure. I groan, my own pelvis rocking with an aching need. She laughs triumphantly, her pace increasing again. My back arches as I press my throbbing erection against her frantic motions.

"Fuuuuuuckkk!"

My dick fires away, soaking the front of my shorts. Adagio stops at the sensation, staring down at the results of her efforts. She dips a hand below my waistband and runs a finger under the cum soaked cloth. She pops it into her mouth, gazing into my eyes as she suckles on it. I cannot look way, even if you wanted to.

"Hot damn."

Adagio grins. Then I hear the tent zipper being pulled down. Aria sticks her head in.

"Come on, Sonata's getting hungry, make us so-"

Her eyes widen at the tableau, taking in my hands on Adagio's breasts, and the dampness of my crotch.

"Never mind."

She quickly departs. Adagio stares down at my chest in embarrassment.

"Maybe we should-"

We both hear a high-pitched squeal and some rapid footsteps. Sonata pulls the door open wider, grinning.

"Me next!"

Before Adagio can say anything, Aria drags Bluey away. Adagio shifts her hips slightly, her eyes glinting with determination and desire.

"You're going to fuck me. Now."

"Yes, mistress."

I roll her over onto her back, quickly removing my shorts and underwear. Adagio pushes her pajamas and panties down her legs a bit, then lifts them up so I can take them the rest of the way off. I slide my hands up her thighs, reveling in their smoothness as I remove the last of her clothes. I press her legs up against her chest, leaving her womanhood on display. There is no hesitation, I push my cock through her moist folds, sinking deep inside her feverishly warm pussy. Adagio moans, her hands clawing against the tent floor. I thrust in and out, one hand stroking the length of her thigh, going low to grab her ass, then sliding up to her knee and back again. She whimpers, her back arched with pleasure.

"Who's a good mistress?"

I speed up my pelvic thrusts, drawing a gasp from her each time I hilt. She grins in ecstasy and triumph.

"I am!"

I spread her legs and lower myself down to kiss her. She wraps her arms and legs around me desperately, moaning into my mouth. My fingers snarl into her hair as I pound her mercilessly. Her legs tighten around me, shoving as much of me inside her as possible. I grind against that pressure, feeling her climax all along my dick. My hips buck one last time, and I empty my seed inside her. Even more than before, it feels like I can't stop cumming. My cock pulses again and again, firing into her womb. At last, the orgasm subsides, and I lay boneless on top of her. She breathes deep, relaxing breaths as she strokes my head happily.

"You really love me."

"I do."

I stay like that for what seems like forever, but was probably only twenty minutes. Adagio sighs.

"You probably should make some breakfast."

I kiss her forehead before I get up.

"As you wish."