Author's Note
So, I was shown this picture by a new friend who prefers to remain anonymous and felt inspired to make this one-shot. Since I haven't posted anything in a while, this seemed like a fun little (possibly smut) project I thought those of you who are into this would like. So, by all means, enjoy.
Prologue
“Arrrgh, I can’t believe I failed that test!” Your buddy, Snips groans, slumping over, dragging his feet as he stares at a sheet of paper full of red marks.
“I tell you what I can’t believe,” you chuckle beside him, “that Snails aced that same test.”
“Yeah, that makes two of us,” Snails chuckles with a toothy grin, holding a test paper with a hundred circled at the top.
“Guess that math test was pretty easy, huh?” I elbow Snails playfully.
“Math test?” Snips perks up with a look of sheer confusion. “I thought that was the history test?”
“No…that’s tomorrow, dude.”
“…” Snips gawks with a deadpan expression before exclaiming, “Shit!”
Snails and I can’t contain ourselves before we burst out laughing. “Seriously,” Snips groans. “I had two tests to study for, and I got the dates mixed up. I thought today was the history test.”
“Aw, don’t sweat it too much, man,” you pat your dejected friend on the shoulder. “At least you won’t make the same mistake twice. Now that…would be…hilarious.”
“I don’t wanna hear that from the guy who got a stiffy just from smelling Adagio Dazzles hair.” Snips snaps back with an impish grin.
“I did not!” I shoved. But damn, did she smell good.
Tangy and citreous. Just the thought of the scent sends your mind reeling back into the memory.
Three Weeks Ago
You just finish getting dressed for gym class and head outside to the courtyard. Your fellow classmates scatter about, chatting, doing stretches and warmups, all in their own little groups. You, Snips, and Snails hang back, watching from afar, seeing as the three of you aren’t the most athletic individuals of the bunch. “Urgh, I hate gym class,” Snips grumbles. “Always with the running and the exercise-“
“And getting hit in the face with balls.” I finish for him.
“Yeah, that’s not fun either,” he slumps forward.
“Well, look on the bright side,” Snails chimes in, “at least today ain’t dodgeball day.”
“Yeah, we just have to run till we puke,” I point out. “That’s always fu-”
You stop midsentence as something bumps passed you, knocking you and Snips to the side. Whatever it is, it feels plush and soft against your face as the smell of orangey tang fills your nostrils. Just as quickly as it appeared, the object swept forward, taking the delightful scent with it as the source comes into view. “Watch where you’re standing, losers. You’re blocking the walkway.” The citreous ex-siren snaps as she struts onto the field.
You can’t help but keep your eyes peeled on her. The pale-yellow skinned girl walks away with such grace and confidence, but the thing that truly holds your attention is her ass. The glorious globs snuggly held in by a pair of tight jogging shorts. They jiggle and sway in a flowing motion that’s practically hypnotic, making it nearly impossible to take your eyes off of them. You follow her as she crosses the quad and is a decent distance from the rest of the class before she begins to stretch. You can practically feel your eyes bulging from your skull as you watch her twist and contort her body.
Not until she bends over to touch her toes do you feel your heart threaten to explode from your chest. Her ass truly puts the fabric of her shorts to the test as they look as though they threaten to tear open at the seams when she bent forward or tightened between her cheeks as she stood up. At this point, you could neither confirm or deny that your shorts might have gotten a little…tighter…for some reason.
Before you know it, you feel something smack the side of your head.
“Ow,” you rub the side of your head, “what the shit?”
“Sorry, dude, but you were off on “Adagio Island” again.” Snips comments with a deadpanned expression.
“Adagio island?”
“That’s what we call it when you start daydreaming about Adagio,” Snails explains.
“Oh…I do that…often?”
“All the damn time,” Snips points out. “After a point, the only way to bring you back to reality is a nice whack to the head.”
“Huh, I guess that explains the lump that’s starting to grow back there.” You glare at your friend, incredulously.
“We wouldn’t have to if you’d stop dazing off like that.”
“Yeah, man, be real for a second,” Snails says with a raised brow. “You know Adagio’s out of your league. Plus, she’s the meanest girl in school. Basically, the only person Aria is scared of, and she picks fights with the teachers.”
“I can’t help it guys,” you sigh heavily, “the heart wants what the heart wants.”
“More like what your dick wants, and that’s to be buried in Adagio’s ass.” Snips rebuts.
“Also, yes.” You nod firmly and shamelessly.
Snips and Snails both practically bust a gut laughing at me. It’s no secret you’re an ass man, and Adagio has the hottest, plumpest, juiciest ass in school. What you wouldn’t give to have her sit on your face. You’ve had plenty of crushes and plenty of girlfriends. Sadly, they never lasted long. The moment you asked or brought any implication of any form of potential ass play, they basically called you a freak and broke things off. It hurt for a time, but you understood. Some girls weren’t into it, but something was different about Adagio. You could feel it. You just never had the chance to get close to her.
Other than her sisters, she keeps pretty much everyone at a distance. Only those that dare to bash on her talk to her and the ex-siren made them soon regret it. Maybe your friends are right. Adagio might just be out of your reach, and you need to accept it. Still, it was nice to dream.
Just as you three reach the main hall, you stop and turn towards the adjacent hallway. “I’m gonna take the short cut home through the field.”
“Alright, man,” Snips waves you off, “cya tomorrow.”
“Right.” I wave back, “Remember, tomorrow’s test is history.”
“I know, dammit! I know!”
Both you and Snails laugh a bit before your lanky friend waves back, “Later.”
You part ways with your friends and head towards the quad. Thankfully most of the student body is thinning out, leaving the way mostly uneventful, save for a few stragglers and club-goers. Once you find the nearest corridor, you snake your way outside. The exit spits you out on the right sight of the school a good, thirty feet from the football field. You casually meander towards the area mulling over what to do when you get home. Probably eat and chill for a while. Your homework load for the day is pretty light, nothing you can’t do in an hour or so.
Just as you reach the turf, something catches your ear. You halt in curiosity, thinking it’s just your imagination, but soon enough, you hear it again. It’s light and gentle on the breeze, but it’s there. A soft, almost enchanting melody. You turn your head this way and that, trying to pin down where it’s coming from, till you make a full one-eighty towards the opposite side of the school. With your interest more than piqued, you decide to investigate and see if you can find the source.
You follow and trail the sound, listening intently as it becomes noticeably louder. The soothing tone soon registers to you as a voice. “Hmm, whoever that is has a nice set of pipes,” you mutter to yourself.
As you continue your leisurely stroll, you can’t help but close your eyes and merely let the melodic voice pull you towards it. As you move, almost mechanically, you feel your mind strolling down memory lane.
Two Weeks Ago
You were walking down the hall one afternoon. After finishing off a study session with Snips and Snails, both of which needed more help than you could’ve imagined. You traipsed through the empty hallways with nary a worry until your ear catches something. Music. You perked your ears up, following the sound from further down the hallway. Ever the curious one, you trailed the music. As you continue on your way, you came to a crossroads in the hall. Luckily, the sound amplified as you grew closer and seemed to be coming from the right hallway. No sooner did you reach it and make the turn, you heard the music practically blasting from the first door on your right.
Seeing as you came this far, you thought it’d be a waste not to see what was going on. So you took a peek through the small window in the door. The sight beyond nearly knocks the wind from your lungs, and your eyes threaten to pop from your skull. From your vantage point you have, you can see none other than Adagio Dazzle, and she’s dancing. The music is raging with a power bass-filled beat, and the former-siren is prancing, swaying, and posing through everyone effortlessly. As if that alone wasn’t enough to get your blood pumping, it was her outfit.
The pale-yellow skinned girl was dressed in a black fishnet onesie, and a layered atop of it was a pink frilly miniskirt that barely hid her bodacious rear. The purple thong beneath rode high on her hips and a purple half-cut jacket that seemed to firmly hold her swaying bust. You couldn’t pull your eyes away even if you wanted to, and you didn’t. As far as you were concerned, looking away from such a dazzling display would have been paramount to the greatest of sins.
Adagio danced with an elegant practiced grace that almost brought you to tears. From high-kicks to spins and splits, Adagio was moving like a pro. As the song reached its apex, the base sped up. That's when Adagio spun around and began to twerk. Your heart pounded so hard you thought it might explode. Watching her magnificent ass bounce in such an aggressive fashion almost made you feel you’d creamed your pants on the spot.
Finally, as the music hit its final notes, Adagio stopped her twerking. Without missing a beat, she gave a last twirl into a sitting position on her knees, legs spread as she threw her head back with her chest pressed forward. Your jaw dropped in amazement at the visage as Adagio's breathed heavily, causing her chest to rise and fall with a slight jiggle. Suddenly, you heard the sound of clapping, which pulled you from your reverie. You turned to see, much to your surprise, Rarity Belle sat opposite of the ex-siren. “That was wonderful, darling!” The fashionista smiled brightly. “Truly marvelous!”
“You really think so,” Adagio asked as she rose to her feet, “not too slutty, right?”
“Well…I would never use such a crass word,” Rarity assured her. “Your performance was more…risqué. Certainly very tasteful, to say the least.”
"Thanks, I was going for slutty, but "risqué" sounds better." Adagio smiled lightly as she walked over to grab a towel sitting on a desk to the side. "And thanks again for the outfit. It's hard finding the right closed to dance in, especially anything in style. You're the only person at this school with any real taste, so I figured you were the one to ask. I honestly figured you'd just tell me to piss off."
“Again, not a phrase I would use,” Rarity waved off the comment, “but I never turn down a potential client. I confess, we may have had our differences, but I saw no reason to refuse you, dear. You came to me and asked me to make you an outfit for dancing. Seeing as you haven’t caused any sort of ruckus or mischief since the…incident.”
“You mean when I practically brainwashed the school and had everyone at each other’s throats with the intent of taking over and ruling the world?” Adagio smirked playfully.
“Yes…that incident,” Rarity chuckled nervously.
“You don’t have to pussyfoot around it,” Adagio told her. “I know I fucked up. Big time.”
“Language, please.”
“Right,” the former-siren rolled her eyes. “Anyways…I lost. Plain and simple. As much as I would love to have my powers back, I think I’m kinda…happier without them. Being a siren…way too much pressure.”
“How so?”
“When you can make everyone do what you want with just a little song, makes everything kinda…hollow. Nothing’s real. I could make anyone do just about anything. Don’t get me wrong, it is pretty fun, especially on those long…lonely nights. Still, you know that what they’re doing, what they’re feeling isn’t real. You can poke and prod them, but once the music stops, the shows over.”
"Now, without my powers, I find things a little more…challenging," Adagio smirked. "Putting some effort into getting what I want is fun. It's also freed up my imagination. I can't tell you how many ways I've figured out how to get guys to buy me drinks without taking off a lick of clothing."
“I…I see, that certainly does sound…challenging,” Rarity chuckled nervously, her cheeks slightly burning. “Speaking of, I know it’s none of my business, but might I ask why you wanted such an outfit? I mean, I’ve made such outfits before, but they’re typically for, ahem…behind closed doors scenarios.”
“Yes, and?” Adagio turned, facing the alabaster girl with a hand on her hip.
“Well, dancing in such an outfit…to such pulsing music…you’re not doing, what I think you’re doing are you?”
“Oh,” Adagio cooed, cocking her head to the side, “and what is it, do you think I’m doing?”
“You know…” Rarity’s cheeks burned brighter as she seemed to avoid eye contact.
“I don’t know.” Adagio smiled coyly as she slowly sauntered over to the fashionista, “Oh, do you mean, am I selling my body? Am I traipsing up and down the streets at night? Taking cash from any stud that’ll pay me to have some fun behind an alley? Or maybe I’m in some trashy strip club. Sliding around a pole as rando dudes slide money in my underwear as they grope and touch me? Is that what you think?”
“W-Well, I don’t m-m-mean to accuse you, d-dear, it’s j-just-” Rarity stammered nervously.
“Well, you’d be right,” Adagio answered simply.
“Excuse me?” Rarity asked in shock.
“I do work at a strip club,” Adagio nodded in confirmation. “After we lost our powers, my sisters and I had to get jobs, obviously.”
“But a…stripclub?”
“You’re forgetting, I’m a siren, Rarity. I’m a lot older than I look,” the pale-yellow girl winked playfully. “Plus, it’s not a trashy one. It’s really nice. Hell, it’s the nicest one in town. I get paid well. My boss is strict but fair. Plus, I like to dance and have people admire me. I may have lost my powers, but that hasn’t changed.”
“I see,” Rarity chuckled, before coughing into her hand, trying to regain her composure. “well, I suppose that’s…reasonable. As long as you’re happy.”
“I am.” Adagio gave a firm nod. “Hey, you and the girls should stop by some time.”
“W-W-Wha-I beg your pardon!?” Rarity stammered her face burning beat red.
“No, seriously, I could totally get you guys in. I could even get you into the VIP room with me. I wouldn’t mind giving you girls a private show.”
“T-T-Thank you, d-darling, but I…d-don’t think that w-will be-”
“Oh c’mon, it’ll be fun,” Adagio purred as she turned about and jutted her grandiose rear end at the young woman, “I’ll even let you touch me. Consider it a thank you for putting me on the right path.”
“T-T-This is hardly-”
“Now, don’t be bashful. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t want a piece of this,” Adagio gave her ass a firm slap for emphasis, earning a small squeak from the purple-haired girl. “Go on. I’ll even give you a free sample. C’mon, give it a nice. Hard. Sm-”
“I’msorryIaskedihavetogoenjoyyouroutfit!!!” Rarity quickly cut her off as she quickly rose from her seat and raced for the exit.
If not by the grace of sheer luck, you managed to duck and make a mad dash back the way you came and hid behind the corner. Not a second later, you heard the door slam open and rapid footsteps moving further and further away. You stealthy peek around the corner, just in time to see a trail of smoke coming from the room you assume Rarity just exited from. A short moment later, Adagio followed sweet, looking down the hall the fashionista disappeared from. “Hmm, I like her. She’s fun to tease,” Adagio giggled as she reached into her cleavage and pulled out a wad of cash. “She forgot her payment too. Guess I’ll leave it in her locker with a note.”
You watched as Adagio merely shrugged before heading back into the room and closing the door behind her. Your heart raced inside your chest. You couldn’t believe what you saw, nor could you help but feel slightly jealous of Rarity for being where you wish you were. Having Adagio Dazzle’s incredible ass within arm's length and running away! Insanity. Still, the fact that you managed to admire such a display was nothing short of a blessing. One that kept your hand busy for weeks to follow.
Suddenly you feel your foot hit something, causing you to fall.
“Argh,” you groan as you hit the floor. You grunt as you look about, realizing you wandered towards the opposite end of the school. Jeez, Snips was right. When I think about Adagio, my mind is like a thousand miles away.
Once you get your feet under you, you notice the singing has become noticeably louder. You get back up and dust yourself off as you slowly creep closer to the side of the building. When you reach the corner, you peek around the corner, you can’t keep your eyes from widening in surprise and wonder. There, sitting against the wall is none other than Adagio. And she’s singing. Singing as she reads a novel and seeing as she’s halfway through and reading so intently, it’s clearly not for homework. You feel your heart swelling, but not in joy, but in a touch of melancholy.
You watch as she sings to herself, a slight smile on her face, but it’s certainly not one of happiness or even contentment. It’s a fake smile, one masking the sadness beneath. There’s no one around besides you, so you’re not sure why she’s putting on such an expression. Still, you can’t turn your gaze away. Adagio always walks around with such swagger and confidence. Nothing seems to get to her. Anyone who has tried to put her down, she tore them to pieces. Most are too scared to approach her, save her sisters. No matter where she went, she always held herself above the cut.
But now? Now, it’s as if you’re peeking behind the curtain. The more you listen to her sing, the more you feel your emotions welling inside your chest. It doesn’t look like it, but the ex-siren seems…vulnerable. More approachable, and every instinct in your mind is telling you to step forward. Engage with her. Make yourself know and confess. You usually manage to stuff down these feelings, believing them to be nothing more than a physical attraction for the pale-yellow girl. But now, something feels different.
Your legs tremble in fear and anxiety as you fight to hold yourself where you are. Your mind racing with thoughts of what to say, despite how hard you try to bury them. You stand there, gritting your teeth, struggling with yourself until you hear, “You know, it’s rude to spy on people, right?”
Your eyes widen in shock as your heart almost skips a beat. You look over and see Adagio still staring at her book, not looking away. “Yes, I’m talking to you, dumbass.” She sighs heavily as she closes her book and glances your way, “Are you gonna come one out, or are you still jerkin’ it over there?”
“I-I wasn’t jacking off,” you snap as you step out from around the corner, feeling your cheeks burning red.
“Sorry, my mistake,” she smirks slightly as she stands up, “I just figured someone staring at me was either a perv or a thief. Looking at you now, I’m one-hundred percent sure you’re not a thief.”
“How do you know I’m not a thief,” you argue, folding your arms defensively. “I could totally rob you.”
“The fact that you’re still blushing says enough,” she giggles playfully. “Plus, you haven’t denied that you’re a pervert either, so that’s still on the table.”
You open your mouth to fight back but sigh dejectedly. She’s right. You’re a lover, not a fighter. Is what I like to tell myself, you think to yourself. “How did you know I was there?”
“If there’s one thing to be said about me that is absolutely indisputable, it’s this: I’m an attention whore. I’m used to having eyes on me, so I know when I’m being watched.”
“Hmm, that’s a…fair assessment,” you mutter as you think about it. “Sounds like a nifty ability.”
“Oh, it is,” she nods knowingly, “it’s how I know you’ve been watching me.”
You feel the blood drain from your face in terror, and you take notice of Adagio’s smirk widening. “Yeah, don’t try to deny it,” she says, crossing her arms, “I know you’ve been watching me. From time to time, I get this typical feeling of being watched from afar, but it’s always followed by this…heated sensation. Like you’re sending some kind pervy “vibes” or something my way. It’s like you’re eye-fucking me or something.”
“I wouldn’t say eye-fucking,” you chuckle nervously, per se.
“So…you admit you’ve been watching me,” she quirks her brow at you, “care to tell me why?”
You feel the thoughts and feelings from before fighting to get to the surface, but now that you’re talking and she’s basically called you out, do you really have a choice? Do you have anything to lose? You’ve been crushing on Adagio for the longest time. The worst she can say is no. Best, just rip it off like a band-aid and get it over with. You take a deep breath. Straighten your back. Look Adagio right in the eye with a look of determination that seems to take her a bit by surprise as you declare, “I really, like you, Adagio Dazzle! Will you please be my girlfriend?”
