His Lost Way

by Citrus Recluse

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Adagio Dazzle, Non-consensual, Equestria Girls, Sex
Length: 8316

A young man boards a train. Too bad for him, it's the same train where the Dazzlings are practicing their big comeback tour.

A young man boards a train. Too bad (or good, depending on your perspective) for him, it's the same train where the Dazzlings are practicing their big comeback tour.

Tags:
[Mind Control] [TGTF] [Oral]

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Published 2019-09-16 13:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-09-16 13:10:01 UTC

Crazy Train

Blazing Torch thumbed over his ticket, checking what his train number was. He was always bad with public transit. There was this one time he had a flight that left at 7PM and he arrived, thinking it was a 7AM departure.

Needless to say, he got very cranky that day.

Crank was nowhere to be found for him today, though, just the usual - panic, stress, and anxiety, as he scrambled to find identifiy the correct train, run up to it despite the numerous other people bustling around the station, and board it before departure.

"Now boarding 31-A," was announced over the speakers.

"31-A ... that's me!" Blazing Torch checked the ticket again and found the station where his train was located.

"Yes, yes!" He dashed towards the train. It wasn't going to take off for another few minutes, but in his mind, it seemed like he would have missed it if he didn't board it right now.

Finally sure he would get to where he was going on time, Blazing Torch sat down and breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked around. There was no one else in the train car with him. This was odd. He'd never heard of a near-empty train car. Even considering that he had rushed onto the train the minute boarding was open, there should have been some other people there.

Eventually, a few other people did show up, though not nearly as many as he expected.

The train took off, and he and the other passengers hunkered down and settled into their usual commute routine.

Every so often, Torch would notice one of the other passengers leave to go to the next car, but oddly, they wouldn't come back.

"Hmm."

He tried not to let it worry him too much.

Until the train was half-way through the ride, there was nobody but him in the car, and the train felt like it was slowing down.

"Hello?" Torch asked. He got up and looked around. "Mister Conductor, sir? Why are we stopping?"

He looked out the window and saw it was still moving, just at a reduced rate. That didn't seem right.

"What's going on here?" Torch asked.

He went to move into the next car up, but the doors swung open and startled him. What was even more alarming than the doors opening, though, was the attractive woman who appeared standing in them.

Torch hated being around attractive woman. He had a sensetive, easily-stimulated cock, and it was almost impossible for him to hide a boner for very long. And this woman was a knock-out.

Blue latex clung to her body, emphasizing her generous cleavage, long legs, and curvy thighs. Blue lipstick accented her lip's natural thickness, and her hands donned fingerless gloves, which Torch didn't normally think much about, but seeing them on her, they spoke volumes - of an intimate yet still distance touch, with her fingers exposed and vulnerable to a loving relationship, but with her palms covered up so there would always be a bit of distance between her and her lover.

"Oh! Hello there, little boy," the woman said. "What are you doing here?"

"Little?" Torch asked, annoying. This woman was tall, yes, but there was no she was that much older than him.

“Yes, little,” the woman put her hand on his head, emphasizing the height difference between them. “That’s what I said. Now, would you be so kind as to answer my question?” She stepped inside Torch’s car, the doors closing behind her.

Torch blushed. Her hand on his head was intimidating, between her height and her raw visual appeal. It made Torch feel like he was inadequate of her affection, even though that had never come up.

Torch inhaled sharply. He wasn't going to let this strange woman boss him around.

At least not until she told him her name.

"I might ask you what you're doing," Torch said. "I don't know you are, and something strange is going on here."

The woman affixed him with a stern, disapproving stare, the kind that a teacher would give her students before disciplining them.

But then she laughed it off.

"Oh, of course," she said. "How rude of me. My name is Adagio Dazzle. And you are?" She bowed, giving him a view straight down her top.

"Blazing Torch," Torch sputtered out, momentarily distracted by the sight of her breasts.

"That's nice," Adagio said. "Now, would you care to answer my question about what you're doing?"

"Would you ... care to answer mine?" Torch replied.

Holy mackerel, did I just do that? Torch thought. That kind of response seemed way too 'cool' for a fuddy-duddy like him.

"Mm, a quid pro quo, eh? I suppose I could agree to that," Adagio said. "What's your question?"

"People have been disappearing on this train," Torch said. "I'm not an expert, but I know this train is way too busy for just you and me to be here. There were others here. Do you know where they went?"

"I might know something about that," Adagio said, looking up in thought. "I heard the conductor say something about it."

"Great! Let's go see him!" Torch went up to the door.

"Not so fast," Adagio held her finger out, and Torch felt as if she had clamped shackles onto his ankles. His legs felt so heavy. Like he was a fool for trying to escape. Like nothing else mattered but listening to her voice.

He managed to shake off these strange thoughts, but he nonetheless turned to face her.

"I answered your question," Adagio said. "Now I want you to answer mine."

"Fine," Torch said. "But can you make it quick? There's something seriously weird going on here, and the longer we wait, the worse it could get!"

"Patience," Adagio chided him. "Now, here's my question for you, Blazing Torch." She struck a pose, spreading her legs and placing an arm behind her head. "Am I attractive to you?"

"What?" Torch blanked. "What kind of question is that?"

"The kind a woman needs to know," Adagio replied. "Now, answer me. Is there something I could work on? Wider hips, maybe? Longer legs? Bigger boobs?" She cupped her boobs self-consciously. "I don't know, I kind of like where they're at now."

Torch did not understand what he was hearing. She was talking about modifications to her body so ... casually. Like changing the size of her boobs or making her hips wider or narrower was something done as easily as changing clothes.

"Yes, fine, you look very attractive," Torch said, being a little more truthful than maybe he should have. "Can we go now?"

"No," Adagio snapped. She giggled. "Oh, look, I just answered another one of your questions! Now I get to ask you another one."

"Is that how this works?" Torch mumbled.

Adagio approached Torch, and his knees turned to jelly as she came closer, overpowering him with the aura of her sexual appeal before she even touched him.

She brought a hand up to his cheek, running her fingers over his face as if she was inspecting his fitness for a role to play.

"Have you been ... intimate with a woman before, Blazing Torch?"

She got down on her knees, her breasts in plain sight, her lips shining brilliantly under the train's light.

"Would you like to?"

"That-that's two questions," Torch stammered out.

"Oh my, so it is," Adagio said. She brought her face disturbingly close to his, and he could almost feel her kissing him already - her lips were so close, so very close. "Why don't you answer both of them, and I can make up for it later?"

Torch breathed hard. He didn't know what to do. His mind was abuzz with all kinds of conflicting, confusing feelings. There was a part of him that recognized that this was bad, some kind of trap, and that gorgeous women don't just manifest on the train and ask if you want to have sex. But another part of him, the part that thought with the head between his legs and not the one his shoulders, saw her as so beautiful that whatever price he had to pay for having sex with her, it was worth it.

“Well?” She placed her hand near his crotch, cupping his balls. “What do you say, Blazing Torch? Ready to have some fun?” She licked her lips, giving her already glossy lipsticks a wet sheen to them, making them look moist and wet.

Torch tried, and failed, to make his brain think about something, anything, other than how those lips might feel sucking on his cock, which he was suddenly very self-conscious about. Would she like it? Was it big enough? Did she even care to do something like that? He’d have to assume so, given the way she was on her knees, but still. A woman like her probably had no problem getting whatever partner she wanted.

She moved her hand further in, cupping his balls with her palm.

“I’m waiting,” Adagio said, with a pitch to her voice Torch found her scary – like that she was going to plow ahead and do it if he didn’t give her an answer.

“Y-yes,” Torch said, overwhelmed with the lust her being so close induced in him.

“Good,” Adagio said.

To his surprise, she stood back up, rather than continuing with his crotch. He wondered if maybe it was all just a big tease, and she never had any intention of giving his needy erection any attention.

She grabbed him by the chin and lifted him, scooping him off his feet, and brought him into a big, wet, kiss, pressing her lips into his while holding him one up with just one arm. So strong!

The kiss felt amazing. Her lips were soft, and wet, and sweet. Like biting into a well-baked cinnamon roll. Her lips felt like a pillow and tasted like candy.

Blazing Torch reached a hand up, placing it on her shoulder as he leaned into the kiss. It was like kissing a vacuum. The more he pressed into her lips, the deeper they felt, as if there were an enormous cushion behind them.

Adagio moaned, encouraging Torch. He couldn’t believe she was enjoying this.

She wrapped her other arm around his back and slammed him against the door, pinning him while she poked her tongue into his mouth.

Torch shivered. Her tongue brought with it many conflicting sensations, the chief of which were the sense she liked him enough to go that far fighting with the fear that this was a prelude, and she was tasting him before she went go and eat him whole. Though a part of him wouldn’t have minded that, either – what better way was there to go, consumed whole by a beautiful woman?

His cock twitched powerfully in his shorts, and Torch thought he might be able to cum just from her sweet kisses.

She broke the kiss, a smile on her face while stands of drools connected their mouths.

Torch could do naught but smile awkwardly.

She smiled back, less awkwardly, and produced a napkin that she used to clean up the stands.

She licked her lips again, as though not satisfied, and Torch worried she was going to eat him for real.

“All right, Blazing Torch,” Adagio said. “I have plans for you. My sisters and I are going to be doing to some testing, and we need a good guinea pig, so listen to me very carefully. From now on, you like it when someone plays with your nipples.”

She dug her hands into his shirt, ripping it open with ease like her hands were claws. She tweaked one of his nipples.

“And you absolutely love it when someone kisses you on the breast,” she said, and did just that, bringing her lips down onto his other nipple.

Torch moaned and shivered. The wet cool sensation on his nipples was a lovely feeling, and it made him feel at peace.

He didn’t fully understand what she was saying at first, but the longer she kissed and played with his nipples, the more he wanted it. It felt so good to have her give attention to his chest like that.

She broke the kiss and swapped nipples, now kissing the one she’d been tweaking and tweaking the one she’d been kissing. She stopped kissing in the middle of it and gave it a few smooches for good measure.

She pulled back, admiring her handiwork, the lipstick stains smattered all over his nipples.

“Hmm … not strong enough, I don’t think,” Adagio said. “I’m going to have to some extra work on you.”

Adagio pulled out some lipstick and applied it. She popped her lips, testing it out, and the sound echoed through the empty train car.

“Let’s try this,” Adagio said, more to herself than him.

Still holding him pinned against the door with one arm, she reached over and placed her fingers into his underwear, pulling it and his pants down so she could have access to his rod.

“My, my,” Adagio said at the sight of it. “You’ve certainly been excited, haven’t you?”

“Well ...”

“It’s all right,” Adagio assured him.

She braced her knuckles against him, making sure he couldn’t escape even if he wanted to, and brought her lips towards his erection. The tip of his cock flared up with excitement that it was finally going to be getting some direct attention.

Torch lurched over. He’d been hard this whole time, but the minute her lips caressed his cock directly, it was something else. An intense pressure built up in him before letting out just as quickly, shooting and spurting, jizzing everywhere, getting some of it all over her face – he thought she looked cute with his spunk on her cheeks. It was a powerful sensation.

It was like her lips had pulled his cock into a private room to say, “Honey, please. You think you know what an orgasm feels like? Let me show you the real deal ...” Like there was a whole other way of being hard, of being aroused and horny and being able to cum real well that he had never conceived before, and she had torn open the veil and revealed to him.

She let him slid down the wall, no longer concerned with holding him up. He panted, his cock still twitching, all but bouncing up and down and feeling like it could blast another wad off at any moment, any second now.

Adagio swallowed, a lump appearing in her throat, and cleaned her as much as her face as she could with just her tongue.

“That’s better,” she said, as if she were simply experimenting with a recipe for dinner, unconcerned with the drops of cum sticking to her face like she’d smeared chocolate all over her mouth.

“You ...” Torch panted.

“Shush, shush, I’m thinking,” she said, waving her hand at him.

Torch’s lips clamped themselves shut, without any input from him.

“Mmm,” Adagio hummed, appearing to muse on how she could improve this mysterious recipe she was working on. She turned away from him and paced down the length of the car, her skirt bouncing as she walked.

Torch clenched a fist. It seemed like she had totally forgotten about him, and he didn’t care for being used and tossed aside like that.

But then his cock followed through on its earlier threat, swelling up and shooting a tiny spurt of cum straight in the air like a fountain, and Torch found himself in a much more forgiving mood.

“Need to adjust the ratio ...” Adagio muttered, though Torch didn’t have the vaguest idea of what she could have meant by that.

She turned around, surprised to look at him as if she had completely forgotten he was here.

She went over to him and picked him up by the shirt, easily lifting him up off the floor. She flicked his cock with her fingers as if testing whether or not it still worked.

Torch blinked, wanting to say something, but he was fading in and out of his consciousness. His eyes closed and he went totally dark.

When he awoke, Torch was still feeling tired, and he struggled to recall why he had gone to sleep in the first place. It came back to him and he snapped awake in alarm.

He looked around. Adagio wasn’t anywhere to be seen, but he had found the other passengers now. They were sitting on the chairs, looking down, mesmerized by their phones, their thumbs running over the screens.

A woman stood out by the newspaper she was reading, sitting right next to Torch. She had blue hair and was wearing a black and purple dress that covered her whole body. It wasn’t as obviously provocative as Adagio’s, but the way it clung to her curves made it sensual nonetheless.

“Oh, you’re awake,” she said, without diverting her eyes from her newspaper. “To be honest, I wasn’t sure you would be anytime soon.”

“Uh, thanks,” Torch said. “Where are we?”

“On the train, dummy.”

“Okay … but where on the train? I mean, where is the train?” He looked up at the window. The train was moving again, though it was moving a little slower than a train ought to.

The woman shrugged. “How am I supposed to know?”

“You mean got on a train without knowing where it was going?”

“I didn’t say that. Besides, the train goes where we want it to.”

“Does it now?” Torch asked, getting intriguied.

The woman blinked nervously. “I’ve said too much.” She reached over and patted his head. “Why don’t you go back to bed?”

He batted her hand away. “Why don’t you tell me who you are?”

“Sonata. My sister Aria is around here somewhere, and you’ve already met Adagio.” Sonata tapped her finger to her chin. “Boy, I wish she would give us the all-clear. I’m bored.” She dropped the newspaper into her lap and looked up at the ceiling.

Torch stood up. Sonata made no move to stop him. He started advancing towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Sonata asked.

“To see the conductor,” Torch said. “I want to find out what’s going on this crazy train.”

“I wouldn’t recommend that if I were you,” Sonata said. “Better to just sit tight and wait for an announcement.”

Torch continued towards the door.

Sonata appeared like a blur, standing between him and the door She must have moved like a ninja, because there was no way for her to get between him and the door that fast without stepping over the other passengers’ feet, but none of them had made a peep.

“Out of my way,” Torch said. He did not think it was a good sign when Sonata laughed.

“Little man, I don’t think you appreciate the nature of the situation that you’re in,” Sonata said. “I am the one in control here.”

“We’ll see about that,” Torch said, trying his best to sound like a TV action hero. He charged forward, but Sonata grabbed him by the cheeks and stopped him dead in his tracks. He felt cold. Frozen.

“I guess we’ll have to pratice on you some more,” Sonata said, and Torch only noticed her full lips were.

She cupped his cheeks and leaned in to kiss him. The kiss sent a shock wave of pleasure through his body. He felt like he was somewhere else, like he was an having out of body experience. He wasn’t here, he was …

He was in a field. Yes, a nice, relaxing field, with healthy verdant grass and a sun shining through a clear sky. He was lying under a tree, next to his girlfriend, holding hands together.

His girlfriend who looked suspciously like Sonata. She curled her fingers around his palm and looked at him with adoration. She crawled over and gave him a quick peck on the forehead, then showed she wanted more as she slipped her hand under his shirt and pried it open the same way Adagio did.

“Mm …” Sonata smiled and pecked his nipple, kissing his chest. She caressed his chest, rubbing her fingers on it in a circle. She sucked on his nipple, then started tugging on it like she was trying to peel it off. She licked it, making it wet.

“Don’t you just love having your nipples kissed, Torch?” His girlfriend asked, cupping his cheek and giving his nipples another flurry of quick, sharp kisses.

"You should cum," she whispered to him before she started stroking him up and down, up and down, his cock becoming stiff inside his shorts.

Yes, that was it. He should cum. All he had to do was cum, just cum, and then there would be nothing for him to worry about. Everything would be fine. Sonata could keep kissing his nipples, keep playing with his breasts and make him her doll.

His girlfriend kissed his nipple again, and it was like an electric shock straight into the pleasure centers of his brain.

He came, like she told him to, shooting his load all over the insides of his shorts. Having her kiss his nipples felt so good ...

Just barely to swim his consciousness back to reality, like a carp hopping upstream, Torch got back into the real world and gave Sonata a shove, pushing her off him.

Sonata staggered into the door, harrumphing. "Why, I never!"

Torch ran back down the cart away from her. She chuckled.

"They never learn, do they?" Sonata snapped her fingers.

Torch didn't know what he was supposed to make of that.

He tripped over one of the passengers' legs, falling onto his stomach. He rolled over and saw the leg outstretched - they had tripped him on purpose.

"You're getting to be quite the nuisance," Sonata said as she approached, her long dress making her look less like a woman and more of a towering pile of cloth. "I'm starting to wonder if Adagio went a little easy on you."

Sonata bent over to pick him up, but he kicked her in the gut and was able to stand up and run past her.

"There's no escape, you know!" Sonata shouted. "You might as well accept your fate!"

Torch ignored her and kept on.

He reached the head of the train and found the conductor.

"Excuse me, mister conductor, sir?" Torch asked. "There's something weird going on with this train. We need to get to the bottom of it. Hello?"

The conductor made no reply. Torch went in for a closer look and saw his hands were loosely over the controls, his head reclined into the seat with a smile on his face. Kiss marks in black, purple and blue adorned his cheek.

"What the?"

Torch tried to rub them off, but they wouldn't smudge. They were like tattoos.

The conductor snapped his hand around Torch's wrist.

"Please, do not distract me while I operate the train," the conductor said politely and robotically, like he was just a puppet. He let go of Torch's arm.

Torch rubbed his wrist and backed away. He went to leave the car, but his way was blocked by another woman in latex, this one purple.

"Aria," he guessed, remembering Sonata say her name.

"That's me," Aria said. "And you ... you are more trouble than you're worth. If it were up to me, I'd just toss you out that window and have the train run you over, but Adagio doesn't like that idea. She says it's 'uncouth' and 'beneath us as seductive intellectuals'. Whatever. So I guess I'll just have to make do with this."

Before he could dodge, she grabbed him by the shirt and kissed his forehead.

He was overwhelmed with a vision, imagining himself down on his knees, sucking on Aria's short but girthy cock, smiling and moaning as it blasted a huge load of cum into his mouth, her spunk dripping down his cheeks.

Even though he had never done it before, it didn’t feel weird to Torch at all to be sucking her cock. It felt natural. Like this was his place. Sucking and nursing her cock like a good little slut …

“Doesn’t that feel good, Torch?” Aria said, patting his head. “It feels so natural, doesn’t it? Because that’s what you’re good for.”

Aria started walking around him in circles. Then she started doing a second time. It took him a moment to realize there were three of her now, two of whom were walking around him, the last with her cock firmly in his mouth.

“Yes,” Aria said, grabbing his head and forcing him further up on the original’s cock. “You just love giving blowjobs, don’t you, Torch? After all, that’s what a good slut does. It turns you on, doesn’t it? The feeling of being used, the anticipation, the build-up, and of course, the best part … the delivery, when they pour all of that wonderful cum straight into your mouth.”

“The cum is the best part, isn’t it?” Aria got on her knees and whispered into his ear. “But what if I could make it better?”

Torch’s eyes flickered towards her, intrigued.

The two Arias at his side kissed him on the cheeks, then on his chest, right on the nipples, and one of them even gave his butt a quick peck.

“You love drinking cum,” Aria said. “When you drink it, it fills you up. You’re like a sponge. You know how some people complain about food going straight to their hips? You’re like that. When you drink cum, it swells you up. It makes your breasts, your boobs, and your ass huge. And you love that feeling. You love being so heavy, and sexy, and looking just so adorably fuckable, with how short and cute you are with your big boobs and your big ass.”

The Aria with the cock delivered, pouring a hot load of semen into his throat. He choked it down with some effort, and he couldn’t believe how thick it was.

True to Aria’s word, it went straight to his breasts - they swelled up and jutted forward, becoming heavier on his chest. He also felt his shorts tighten as his butt cheeks puffed up beyond their original size.

He cupped his newly developed breasts. Those didn’t seem right.

He looked up at the Aria’s, one of them standing above him with her cock dripping cum, two on their knees, and all three of them with arrogant smiles on their faces.

Torch blinked. He saw the train. He blinked again, and again, until eventually his visions cleared up and he came back to the train, Aria standing over him, looking at him disdainfully as if he was a specimen escaped from a lab.

He jumped to his feet, pushed her away, and ran off.

"Meh," Aria shrugged. "He's had too many kisses by now. He's done for."

Torch had to halt and stop running. His boobs were bouncing on his chest as he ran. That wasn’t right. He didn’t have boobs. But he cupped his chest and found he had sprouted a nice pair of feminie breasts on his chest. He rubbed his fingers over his nipples, finding they were thinner than they were originally.

He clutched his butt. It was the same way, firmed up, plump and thick.

None of this was right. He wasn’t a girl. And the cum he swallowed from Aria was imaginary. Even if it was supposed to have an effect, it couldn’t have, it wasn’t … real.

Wasn’t it?

He shoved the thought aside and kept moving.

On arriving in the cart, he found the passengers who were in the cart were gone now, as was Sonata. Perplexing him even more. He wasn’t gone for that long. They couldn’t have possibly moved that fast.

He went into the next cart over, and found some passengers. They were all lying on the floor like bodies, all of them passed out (at least Torch told himself they were passed out – besides, Aria just said that boss was against killing). They looked like they had slid onto the floor.

He tried to tiptoe his way past them and avoid stepping on any of them. He was doing fairly well until he got to the middle of the cart and saw Adagio standing in the cart.

“You!” Torch shouted.

Adagio made a gasp of fake surprise. “Me!” She placed her hands on her chest, smoothly moving to cup and bounce her boobs to seduce him. “What about me?”

Torch moved to say something but was interrupted by a twitch in his cock. It was like it developed its own voice, and that voice was telling him, get on your knees, you twerp. Maybe if you be a real good boy and apologize, she’ll let you cum on her gorgeous tits.

And maybe if you’re really, really good, she’ll let you have boobs almost as fantastic as hers, his new tits seemed to say.

“What’s the matter?” Adagio asked, continuing with her show, her breasts rippling through the latex. “Something on your mind? Something … naughty, perhaps? With, oh, I don’t know, me?”

She leaned over, giving him a view down her top, and his cock twitched defiantly in his pants, wanting nothing more than for her to use it and have her way with it.

Torch gulped, trying to stay focused. Adagio saw this and chuckled.

“Just give up already,” Adagio said. “You’re only dragging this out. You’re as good as ours. Try me. If I really wanted to, all I have to do is snap my fingers to make you jizz yourself into a mindless slave. But I’d rather see you submit willingly first.”

“N-never,” Torch stuttered out, saying the first thing that came to mind.

“Mm, heroic defiance til the end. How absolutely cliché. Positively trite. Oh well, snaps it is, I guess.”

She raised her hand and Torch panicked, though whether it was from fear or because he was disappointed he couldn’t get more hands-on affection from her was impossible for him to tell.

“Wait!” Torch shouted.

Adagio raised her eye brow. “What … in the world could you possibly offer worth making me wait for?”

“You – you’re going to seduce me anyway, right?” Torch said, though his cock had a different opinion – it was already seduced. “So can I at least ask you a few questions?”

Adagio gave an airy laugh. “Oh, well, that’s perfectly reasonable! After all, it’s not like you’re going to be able to do anything about it. I owe you at least three from before, don’t I? Ask away.”

“And you’ll give me straight answers this time?” Torch asked. “Not like last time when you were all vague and coy?

“That’s two questions,” Adagio said. “Are you sure those are the ones you want to ask?”

“Wait, no, no!” Torch said. “Let me try again.”

“Go ahead,” Adagio leaned against the door. She took one hand and resumed playing with her boob, though he couldn't tell if she was trying to distract him or if she was just that proud of her size.

“Who are you really?” Torch asked.

“We’re the Dazzlings. We’re sirens who feed off emotion.”

“What are you doing here?” Torch asked, mentally making a note this was his second question.

“That’s a long story, but I suppose we have time,” Adagio said. “Recently, we tried to launch a takeover, if you will, of a school. We could have had all the love we needed to sustain ourselves for ages, but then some brats beat us and sent us packing. We retreated. We hid in a cave. But then! There, in that darkness, in the most unexpected of places, we found a kindly old witch who sympathized with our plight.”

She made a dramatic fainting gesture at this.

“She said that she, too, had been ostracized and unable to use her magic to earn the adoration she rightfully craved! She tried, but she’d been defeated, by Equestrian magic users, long ago. So she helped us. She took the remains our of necklaces, which held our magic, and forged them anew and gave us all the magic and power we could ever need to take over the school, the city, the world.”

“We gained the ability to glamour ourselves, affect people’s minds without having to sing, and of course ...” she popped her lips.”The power to entrance with a kiss.”

“That all sounds … a little far-fetched,” Torch said.

“Oh, perhaps,” Adagio said. “But you’ve been to Canterlot High, haven’t you? You know about the magic that happens there.”

“Maybe,” Torch said. He inhaled sharply.

“We came here to this train to practice our magic,” Adagio gestured to the unconcious passengers. “To test our abilities and make sure we could use them right.”

“I guess that makes sense.”

“We entranced the conductor and had him move the train at the speeds that suited us,” Adagio said. She focused her gaze on him, and he felt weak.

“You have one more question,” Adagio reminded him, and she smirked. “And I can’t tell you’re just dying to ask it. So go on. Ask me.”

“What … what are you going to do with me?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing, just a few little improvements,” Adagio said. “You’re well on your way there, but you’re still thinking just a little too much with the head on your shoulders and not the one between your legs. And a good slave needs to think with the second one of those.”

Adagio stepped forward. Torch stepped back.

He turned and tried to run. His new boobs jiggled uncomfortably.

Adagio busted into high-pitched laughter. “Surely you can’t be serious! By now you must realize there’s nowhere for you to run! Nowhere to hide, nowhere for you to go!”

“We’ll see about that!” Torch said.

Adagio snapped her fingers.

Torch tripped on something and hit the floor. He turned around and saw it was one of the passengers, who sprung back to life to grab him, hearts beating in his eyes.

“Let go!” Torch kicked him in the head, but more hands felt around and grabbed for him, taking hold of his shoulders and ankles and keeping him from movement.

He struggled, and despite everything that was going wrong for him and the encroaching horde of love-struck zombies, he managed to get to his feet. But they soon forced him onto his knees.

Two passengers, both women, kissed him on the cheeks, and made him lightheaded. His cock twitched appreciatively in his pants.

Give in, give in, his cock seemed to whisper to him. Let me take control.

Its voice switched from sounding like his own to sounding like Adagio’s.

Why do you persist on acting this way? You know I’ve already beat you. There’s nothing left for you to do but submit. Why drag this out any longer than you already have?

“No!” Torch shouted in defiance. “I’ll stop you! I’ll … I’ll find those girls who beat you in the first place! I’ll tell them what’s going on and then they’ll stop you!”

“No,” Adagio – the real one, not the one in his head – spoke. “You won’t.”

The passengers mobbed him, covering him in kisses. They smooched and pecked him everywhere, on his cheeks, on the nape of his neck, on his arms and his palms. A few of them even made a common saying literally and kissed him on the butt.

Torch groaned. The kisses were like switches on his brain’s filters. Like changing the display of a phone, each new one made him see different thins and think he was in another reality. One, he saw Sonata standing in front of him, blowing a kiss at him. Another, he was back in Aria’s fantasy world, sucking her cock like a good boy, and he moaned and smiled as she blew a piping hot load down his throat like a slut.

He didn’t just see it, he felt it. Even as his realities kept changing and mutating into new and strange forms, he still felt the heat and thickness of Aria’s warm cum dripping down the inside of his throat, like a warm syrup for a sweet treat.

He swallowed, feeling like Aria’s spunk was hurtling like a fireball straight into his stomach.

The passengers gave him another round of smooches, and he was acutely aware of them. Each of them with their different shaped lips, some of them wider, some thinner, some wetter, some drier than others. But all of them giving all this love and attention to him. Only him.

One of the passengers stood up in front of him. She was a muscular woman, so Torch was surprised when she took out a huge cock and pressed it into his mouth. His lips wrapped around it instinctively, and he sucked it like a popsicle until she came and gave him another fresh load of spunk for him to swallow.

It dropped straight into his tits, which swelled up and strained the remnants of his shirt. His butt felt tighter too.

Two more passengers came by, and Torch felt both fear and excitement, knowing what was about to come next. There was a part of him - a part that was growing with every drop of cum he swallowed - that looked forward to being used like a total slut.

Helpless, like he was watching his body instead of controlling it, he opened his mouth to let the other passengers insert their cocks. Soon he was doing his best to suck on all three, which squirmed around in his mouth, competing for space with which to blast his mouth with their loads.

Adagio Dazzle walked over. Torch watched her wave at him before she gave one of the passengers a kiss, making him cum instantly and blow his huge load into Torch. She did the same for the other two, and there was a non-stop river of semen flowing into Torch’s passageways. The hot cum overflowed, dripping onto his new cleavage, which got bigger and heavier with each gulp.

His ass swelled up, feeling like a cushion. His tits were also weighing down on him, making him feel heavy, and weak, like he needed to be carried - like he needed a big, strong man to come over and help him handle his tits.

All the myriad sensations was enough to overwhelm even a strong man, and Torch was not a strong-willed man. It didn’t take long for him to orgasm, splattering his jizz all over the insides of his shorts.

It felt so warm, so very warm, and good. He was warm inside and out, thanks to all this wonderful cum he was both inhaling and expelling, that he only had because of these lovely Dazzlings, those lovely, beautiful Dazzlings whose kisses were so sweet and soft and seductive and wonderful, so great that they could make gods kneel.

Satisfied that he was one of them now, the passengers let go of Blazing Torch, giving him some space to breath and take things in.

He felt his breasts, unable to believe how huge they’d become - how firm his nipples were, how soft they felt. When he sat down on the floor, his butt squished against the ground like a beanbag chair.

Torch noticed the muscular woman was still standing over him. She looked taller, too, but Torch realized she hadn’t grown when he noticed Adagio was still the same relative size - he had shrunk and lost an inch or two or three.

Adagio kissed the woman on the cheek. The body-builder gave him a great big smile, then came again with her strong cock, shooting a rope of semen directly onto his face.

It was too much for Torch, and he blacked out.

Blazing Torch blinked. His vision was blurry at first. He made out three figures in the room with him.

“I’m just saying,” a rough voice said, “I don’t see what the point of all this was. Sure, we turned him into a woman, but … why?”

“To demonstrate,” Adagio said. “To test. To experiment. To see if we could, and frankly, that should be enough.”

“Okay, but now that we know we can, what are we going to do with it?”

“Shh, shh, she’s waking up,”

Torch’s vision cleared. The figures became secondary even as they became clearer, as he was distracted by the huge boobs on his chest jutting up like a pair of mountains in the distance. Except they weren’t in the distance, they were on his chest.

He touched a finger to them, rubbing the sphere, then turned his attention to the women surrounding his bed.

“Hi, Torch!” Sonata said. “How are you feeling?”

“Weird,” Torch said. There was an odd taste on his tongue. “Do I know you?”

“What do you mean?” Sonata said.

“I mean...” Torch sat up. “I don’t remember anything.” He scratched at his head as if that would help jog his memory.

The women exchanged glances.

“You mean, you don’t remember us?” Sonata said. “Not even after all that fun we had together on the train?”

“There was a train?” Torch asked. He looked around and observed they were in a hotel room.

Adagio stroked her chin, smiling softly. “Why, it appears that the whole thing worked better than I thought. Okay.”

Adagio sat down on the bed.

“Listen to me carefully,” Adagio said, cupping Torch’s cheek. “Your name is Blazing Torch. You are our slutty little maid. You take care of various tasks for us. Cooking, cleaning … and sometimes, one of us will get horny and we’ll help the other to … alleviate it. That’s the part you love most.” She tapped him on the nose.

“Okay,” Torch said, looking down, distracted by his huge boobs.

“What’s the matter?” Adagio asked. She groped his boob, giving it a firm squeeze. “Are they not big enough for you? Because I assure you, we can fix that.”

“No, no, it’s not that,” Torch said. “I think they’re a little too big, actually, but something … doesn’t feel right. Is there a mirror I could look at?”

“Right in there,” Adagio pointed him to the bathroom, and Torch went inside.

“Thanks,” Torch said.

Adagio cleared her throat, expecting something.

“Huh? Oh … um.”

“Thanks, mistress,” Adagio said.

“Thanks, mistress,” Torch said. That felt weird to say. But also kind of good.

Torch took his shirt off so he could better examine his breasts. They were so big, the size of basketballs, but when he cupped them to feel how they were, they felt light and bouncy, like they were made to be played with.

He looked a little short in the mirror. Short, but thick, with wide hips, full thighs and even fuller breasts. His life story was made clear to him by his body – he was a shorty, but a short person blessed with considerable assets, which he put to good work convincing others to help him out and do things for him to compensate for his deficiency in height. It made perfectly good sense to him.

He continued fiddling with them, finding it more and more pleasurable to fondle them the more he did so.

He noticed his nipples in the mirror. They looked so firm, so supple. A strange impulse came to him, and he was overwhelmed by it. He grabbed a boob and lifted it up to his mouth, taking the nipple into his lips and sucking it.

He moaned and nearly collapsed onto the sink. It felt so good to suck his nipple like this. It was so sensitive and tender, and it tingled, like any second now, it might spurt out milk for him to drink.

The sound of his moaning and sucking lured in one of the Sirens, and Sonata barged into the door.

“What are you doing in here?” Sonata demanded.

Torch blushed, not sure what to think.

Sonata gasped dramatically. “You’re having fun with your boobs? Without me? Oh, no, no! This won’t do at all! Make some room.”

She approached him, and his arms dropped to let her have her pick of which boob to suck. She went with the right, attaching her mouth to the nipple there and sucking enthusiastically. Torch moaned. It felt so sweet. He felt like a candy being nursed and sucked on before it was swallowed down by Sonata’s lovely thick lips.

The dam that’d been threatening to finally burst, and milk spilled out of Torch’s nipple, spraying all over Sonata’s face. Torch thought she’d be angry about the mess, but the spray of milk on her cheeks only seemed to make her suck more passionately.

“What’s going on in here?” Adagio asked, she and Aria entering the room. “You’re having fun without us!”

“Yeah, sorry,” Sonata said, wiping the milk off her face. “I’m sure Torch won’t mind bringing you in.”

“Not at all,” Torch said, even though a part of him was feeling unsettled, being alone in a dimly lit bathroom with these three beautiful women. It felt dangerous, like having the affections of such a group of lovelies came up with a catch.

“Come on, Torch, let’s go!” Sonata said, swiping her hand at his pants like a bear after honey. His shorts dropped to his ankle, revealing a small, tiny cock between his legs.

Adagio and Aria were surprised.

“Apparently the transformation wasn’t totally complete,” Adagio said thoughtfully.

“Oh, it’s so cute! I want to suck it. Can I, huh, can I?” She alternated looking at Adagio and at Torch so Torch wasn’t sure who she was really asking for permission.

Adagio shrugged.

“Ooh, yay!”

Sonata got down and wrapped her lips around Torch’s tiny insubstantial cock, and Torch shivered at feeling the moistness of her lips on such a sensitive and tender part of his body.

Adagio and Aria joined in, wrapping their arms around Torch’s back as they went to suck his nipples, drinking the milk out of him.

Torch shivered and shook. He stumbled, but they all stayed attached and tumbled into the shower together. He hit the knobs on their way in, turning the shower head on, pouring hot water on them, filling the room with steam, and giving an alluring sheen to the latex the Dazzlings worn.

Torch moaned and sighed, feeling his tiny cock twitching. It started to bring memories back to him. He recalled, faintly, having the same feeling before in some other time.

The steam continued to rise and fill the room, and Torch thought he saw flecks and peeks of his memories coming back to him in the steam like a shamanic vision.

“That’s right ...” Torch said, his memories coming back to him. He remembered the train. What about the train? The Dazzlings – the women who were lavishing him with all this affection and sexual attention, they were – they were up to something, and they needed to be stopped, and he was the only one who could stop them.

But he was so weak, and it felt so good to just sit here and let them suck on him like a toy. It was hard, impossible to tell them no.

His cock twitched.

He shouted and yelped as his orgasm claimed him, and everything became clear. Adagio had been the one to take his memories away in the first place. And now, like sifting soil from water, she had willed them up back to the surface when he was on the verge of orgasm so it was easier for him to cum them out – to squirt into Sonata’s mouth and release all of his life to her, letting her swallow it and bury it forever. All his memories, all his thoughts, any recollection at all that had he had ever been anything but the Dazzlings’ short, busty, stocky and slutty maid left with the load he blew into Sonata’s mouth.

Sonata pulled away as she swallowed his load down hard, making sure to take it quickly so there was no chance Torch could recover from it.

She put her face up to the water to wash the rest of the spunk off her cheeks. She watched it flow down into the drain.

Adagio smirked and cupped Torch’s chin. “How are you feeling, Blazing Torch?”

“Amazing, mistress,” Blazing Torch said. “Honestly, I’m so glad you and Mistress Sonata did that for me. I was feeling really weird there for a moment.”

“Oh? How so?” Adagio asked, already knowing the answer.

“For a moment there, I thought I wasn’t always your servant for a second!” Torch said and giggled. “Isn’t that silly? I know I’ve always been your servant, mistress.”

“Yes,” Adagio said, petting Torch’s head and running a finger over her nipple. “Yes, you have been. And good servants get rewards, don’t they.”

Adagio brought her legs around Torch’s neck and pressed her slit up to Torch’s mouth so she could reap the rewards of being such a good servant.

Author's Note

As mentioned in the description, this was commissioned for a prequel to Her Way With Words where the Dazzlings practice their new magics on the train's passengers.

The TGTF at the end was a request by the commissioner, so I don't think it'll show up in the "Main" story.

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