Serenades of a Siren

Lounging outside the classroom, Anon looked up as another student walked out. The teacher had let them leave early, as soon as they were finished with their test, yet he lingered by the doorway - sure, he could have gone to the cafeteria and gotten a bit of early lunch for himself, yet he was far too preoccupied to eat. He wanted to make sure his efforts over the weekend hadn’t been for naught.

For the past three days, he’d been tutoring one of his fellow students - a very particular student at that. Just the Saturday before, he’d gotten a rather curious text from a girl in his algebra class. It wasn’t every day that one of the most captivating girls in the entire school asked him for help, so he’d leapt at the opportunity - after all, who in their right mind would turn down the chance to help Adagio Dazzle.

The enchanting songstress was, in a word, absolutely perfect. Cool, collected, drop-dead gorgeous, and remarkably flippant, she was everything Anon found appealing in a woman. He could have never expected that she, of all people, would invite him over to help her study for class; he’d been even more shocked when his tutoring had resulted in a hard cram session. Regardless, a number of surprises had awaited him, amongst which being the fact that his classmate was equipped with a fully functional horse cock.

Be damned if he could explain why Adagio had a stallionhood, but he didn’t dare question it. He couldn’t count how many times he’d cranked one out to doujins or hentai involving futas, so the fact that the hottest girl he’d ever known was one of the mythical creatures knocked his socks off. Upon the miraculous revelation, he’d set upon her like the lusty Highschool senior that he was.

Carnal desires and hedonistic delights aside, he had done his best to help her prepare for the test - after they’d both blown a few loads onto or into one another. She seemed appreciative of his assistance and attention, yet she’d abstained from making any formal acceptance of his advances. Honestly, even if they weren’t officially dating, he’d gotten further than he could have dreamt of.

A flash of violet strutting by drew Anon from his thoughts. Looking up, spying the unmistakable tangerine and gold streaked afro, he grinned. “Well,” he asked, catching her attention.

Turning to face him, Adagio placed a hand on her cocked hip. “There’s no guarantee that I passed, but I think I did alright. I took my time, like you said,” she sighed, giving him the barest hint of a smile.

Normally the brooding sort, seeing that little smirk of Adagio’s damn near made Anon swoon. Reflexively moving in to give her a hug, he caught himself. They may have done the do, but he wasn’t brazen enough to embrace her in the open - at least, not yet. Opting for something a bit more socially acceptable approach, he reached out and patted her shoulder.

“I’m sure you did fine, try not to worry about it too much. You know Cranky gets these things graded lickety split, so he’ll probably have the grades posted by the end of lunch - speaking of which, you want to grab a -” his offer was cut woefully short, as the period bell clattered loudly.

Sadly, the diversions didn’t end there. As students filed into the hallways, escaping their classes with the hope of a meal on their minds, the two lost any semblance of privacy. To make matters worse, a very familiar voice cut through the throng.

“Dagi!” Sonata called out, frantically waving one arm above the milling high schoolers.

Weaving through the crowded hallway towards them, the arctic colored Dazzling was quickly joined by the third band member. Aria was easily the broodiest member of the trio, oftentimes staying quiet or throwing out biting remarks. In contrast, Sonata was generally bubbly and cheerful, easily the most amiable of the three.

“Are we going to stand around and wind up at the back of the line for lunch or what?” Aria groused. Glowering at the band’s lead, her disapproving gaze wandered over to Anon. “Who’s this nerd?”

“Nobody...He’s a nobody,” Adagio proclaimed, flippantly brushing a curly lock from her face. Stepping away from her erstwhile tutor and joining her friends, she put her arm around their shoulders and turned them towards the cafeteria.

Anon stood mute, his jaw slightly agape, as he watched the three depart. Silently watching them walk away, his mind processed what had just happened. Not only had Adagio not thanked him for his help, but she’d glibly dismissed his existence altogether. Slowly, his shock turned to resentment and woe.

He’d realized his chances with her were virtually non-existent, and that there’d been a high likelihood of her using him from the start, but that did little to dull the ache of being so casually discarded. Setting his jaw, he stomped off towards the cafeteria. Though he was in no mood to see her at the moment, he had perilously few options; gym was his next class and he had to get something in his belly.

Thankfully, the dining hall of the school was relatively cavernous, which meant his chances of running into her were slim. As badly as he would have liked to give her a piece of her mind or tell her off, he knew better than to try. Adagio was one of the most popular girls in school, so any sort of confrontation with her would end poorly for him; even if he was one hundred percent in the right, it’d be the equivalent to painting a bullseye on his back.

Resigning himself to acquire and eat a meal as quickly as possible, Anon joined the end of the queue. The cafeteria had a buffet style setup; once a student received their portions and checked out, they were free to sit where they pleased. Playing on his phone, while the line steadily moved forward, he did his best to distract himself. Before he knew it, he’d gotten his food and seated himself at a corner table.

Wolfing down his meatloaf and mashed potatoes, he stewed on the situation. He only had a scant handful of friends to vent to, leaving him to fume on his own. Beyond avoiding Adagio, there was little he could do. Bitter and wounded about his attempt to help her, he swore never to extend any aid to her again.

Before he knew it, consumed with his thoughts, lunch concluded and he found himself loping off to gym class. One small saving grace was that the period would take place outside, due to the pleasant weather, which meant he could probably avoid her without much trouble. After changing into his shorts and a tank-top, he proceeded out to the track field.

The external gym was pretty well equipped; not only did the area sport an olympic track, but it also had various equipment for stretching, weight lifting, and other outdoor activities like shot put or javelin throwing. Limbering up on the bleachers, Anon thought about what he should busy himself with. Students were left to pick and choose their activities for the period, which meant he had a variety of options.

Peering over the field, he observed his classmates socializing or screwing around; few of them were actually exercising, though there were exceptions. Sunset Shimmer and her band of comrades practiced pole vaulting, Bulk Biceps was pumping iron, and the Dazzlings were jogging around the track - of course. Scrunching his nose, he watched the trio trotting over the path.

In spite of his indignation, Anon couldn’t help but admire Adagio. Adorned in a pair of painfully form fitting shorts and a matching tube top, the songstress ran along with her companions. She certainly knew how to take care of herself, that much was for damn sure; even though they’d only been at it for ten minutes or so, she’d already worked up a bit of sweat.

As the three rounded a corner, growing closer to where Anon sat stretching his calves, the leading siren slowed. It was only when she grew nearer did he realize she’d been looking in his direction. She bore an odd expression, something between regret and happiness, leaving him perplexed.

“I’ll catch up in a minute, gotta work a kink out real fast,” Adagio announced, waving her band-mates onward. Waiting until they were out of ear shot, she strutted over to the stands and towards her helpful classmate.

“What the hell do you want?” Anon grumbled, setting his brow. He was in no mood to hear her lording over having used him, despite her allure.

“You don’t have to talk, but there’s something I need to say - not here though,” she stated, lowering her voice. Without another word, she sauntered away.

Cursing his curiosity, Anon watched her depart. He had no idea where she was going, though she appeared to be headed away from the sports field. Having some privacy would mean that he could tell her how he felt, possibly allowing him some catharsis, so he was reluctant not to follow her. Grumbling to himself, he pushed himself up and walked after her.

Strolling towards an equipment shed, Adagio fished into her hair and produced a bobby pin. There weren’t many places she would speak with Anon without somebody seeing them, so the secluded building would have to suffice. It wasn’t that she was overly concerned with folks watching her interact with him, though she preferred to do it with some modicum of solitude. Deftly picking the lock of the small shack, she let herself inside.

Following in after her, Anon took stock of his surroundings. A number of mats lie stacked to the side, with racks of equipment neatly aligning one wall. The space was small, cramped, and the air was stiflingly hot. Before he could ask what she’d summoned him for, he found the door quickly closed behind himself. Stepping between him and the exit, the girl cocked her hips and leered over at him. Steeling himself, he turned around and faced her.

“Look, I know that looked bad, but I wanted -” she stopped, as he held up a hand and shook his head.

“You don’t have to explain yourself. You’re one of the cool girls and I'm nobody; it wouldn’t look good for you if you were caught chatting with some random nerd,” Anon weakly laughed. “Just don’t go calling me if…” he tailed off, as he noticed her expression.

Gone was Adagio’s signature haughty appearance, replaced by something altogether different; even her body language looked off. Her shoulders sagged slightly, she held one arm, and she’d averted her gaze. She almost appeared remorseful. Relenting, he took a step back to give her space.

“I didn’t...It’s just that…” Adagio sputtered, fidgeting uncomfortably. Clenching her fists and gathering her resolve, she glared up at him. “It’s not like I’m good at this or anything, so cut me some slack!”

The abrupt shift in her attitude caught Anon off guard. “Cut you some slack? Oh, excuse me! I forgot about how I was the one who completely blew you off in a hallway!” he countered, his temper flaring.

“Yeah, and it’s not like I let you suck my dick!” she retorted, boldly jamming a finger to his chest.

“Let me?! Sure, because I’m the one who whipped his cock out and asked you to strip!” Anon asserted, peering towards her groin. The subtle bulge in her shorts was a stark reminder of the behemoth she had hidden.

The fact that she had a stallionhood, while odd, only added to her appeal. Why - sweet lord, why did she have to have a horse dick. The damn thing was flawless and huge, the sort of thing he’d jerked off to on a regular basis. If it had been attached to anyone but the bewitchingly stone-cold tart it would be better.

“Not like I heard you complaining,” Adagio began, grabbing his hand and pulling it to her crotch, “considering I fucked the cum out of you with it.”

Good god, he could feel the heft of the thing through her flimsy garment. His loins stirred, knowing what sinful delights she could give him. Unfortunately for him, the songstress was far from done with her assault. Stepping closer, pressing her bosoms against his chest, she stared into his eyes.

Backing the man against the stack of sports mats, Adagio had him just where she wanted him. She hadn’t planned on him being so hostile, even if she had brushed him off in the hallway, yet things had taken a heated turn. There was no way she was going to let him try to make her feel bad, especially since she’d intended to apologize.

“You know, I was going to do something nice for you, if I passed that test, but now I’m not so sure,” she mused, smugly smiling up at him.

Driven by his unshakable desires for her, Anon acted on impulse. His head shot forward, pressing his lips to hers. He wouldn’t help it; even when she was being bitchy, she was the most enchanting creature he’d ever had the good fortune of meeting - yeah, he might end up getting a slap for his impertinence, but it would be worth it.

Adagio’s heart skipped a beat, as she found herself in a startlingly passionate kiss. Her eyes fluttered close, one arm wrapped around his back, and she pulled herself to him. She couldn’t put a finger on why she found Anon cute, since he was relatively plain, yet she did all the same. As her equipment took note of the situation, struggling against the interior of her shorts, she reluctantly pushed herself away.

“Don’t,” Anon whispered, pulling her into a hug, “I...I know you probably don’t really like me or anything, just don’t string me along.” Grabbing her shoulders and extending his arms, he looked her dead in the face. “I don’t want to be some conquest or tool, I want to be your boyfriend.”

As the words left his lips, Adagio’s heart melted. In all her time on Earth, and even back when she’d been in Equestria, none had been brave enough to court her so directly. Her knees felt weak, her breath hitched in her throat, and her growing erection damn near tore through her shorts.

“How about this,” she began, walking her fingers down his chest, over his abdomen, and to the waistband of his trunks. Squatting before him, she drew the garment down his thighs. His manhood practically sprung free, stopping just short of her face. Leaning in, giving the crown of his dick a little kiss, she slipped it past her pouting lips.

“F...fuck,” Anon wheezed, fiercely grasping the mats he rested against.

The last thing he’d expected was to get sucked off, considering how tense the air had been mere moments ago. Peering down, watching her lips drag over his length, his grip tightened. He could scarcely believe that his first blowjob would be administered by her of all people, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to complain.

Working his tool in her maw, Adagio skillfully bobbed her head back and forth. The velvety skin of his dick caressed her tongue, as she worked its sensitive underside. Reaching down, hauling her prodigious cock from out of her shorts, she leisurely stroked herself off. There was something supremely gratifying about knowing he was into every part of her.

It was rare enough to find a man who didn’t shy away from her, after finding out she was literally hung like a small horse, yet that wasn’t the best part - no, Anon was just an infuriatingly charming creature. He was timid enough to easily bully, but bold enough to seize the moment. Getting her first taste of his salty pre-cum, she retracted her head.

As suddenly as Adagio had begun, she stopped. Watching her stand and lick her lips, Anon had no idea what he was in for. The girl stood, stepped beside him, and pressed her hands against the wall. Turning to face her, she pulled her trunks down to her knees.

“How’s this for a thank you?” she purred, reaching back and prying her pillowy buns apart.

Spying her amber colored pucker, resting just above her succulent nuts and gently throbbing stallionhood, Anon nearly came on the spot. It was, by no small margin, the hottest damn thing he’d ever seen. The horse dick, her seductive look, her exquisitely presented ass; like some combination of hellish temptation and heavenly promise, it called to him.

“I...I even made sure to clean and lube it this morning, s...since you were so nice,” Adagio stammered, her arrogance faltering for a moment.

The girl’s admission was the final straw, forcing Anon to act. Hastily discarding his shorts and underwear, he stepped behind her and grabbed her ample hips. Pressing his chest to her back, draping his face over her shoulder, he detected the first hint of her natural aroma. Having worked up a light sweat, her scent was positively divine.

“Fuck, you smell nice,” he murmured, rubbing his cheek to her neck.

Sensing his tool nestled against her rump, Adagio had had enough. Rocking back against him, desperate to feel him inside of her, she squirmed. “A...are you going to fuck me or not?” she blurted.

Standing straight, Anon grabbed the base of his shaft and aligned it with her entrance. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to take his time, but an offer like that was too good to pass up. Pressing his hips forward, his length ground into her backside. Warm, moist, and delectably snug, her tush slowly swallowed him to the hilt.

As his prick glided past her oversized prostate, Adagio gnawed her lip. She wasn’t opposed to being noisy during sex, but she’d already displayed a great deal of weakness. It was extremely rare that she let someone plow her, so moaning whorishly would add insult to her already injured pride. As his waist pressed against her behind, she bucked back against him.

Taking her signal as an unmistakable sign to begin, Anon did just that. Almost experimentally, savoring the tight and silken embrace of her ass, he started thrusting into her. Had he known he’d be getting laid today, he would have abstained from jacking off the night before - still, that may have been an unforeseen boon. If he hadn’t relieved himself the day prior, he would have probably cum instantly. Taking his time, enjoying the sensation of her interior, he steadily picked up speed.

Moving one hand, Adagio pulled her top up and over her breasts. Twisting and pinching one nipple, adding another layer of enjoyment to the experience, she synchronized her movements to his. He was adequately well endowed, more than enough to get the job done, and his self restraint was admirable. Hungry for more, she glanced over her shoulder.

“Harder…” she cooed, shooting him a wink.

Anon acquiesced, thrusting with increasing speed and force. The stagnant air was soon filled with the soft sound of their heavy breaths and the steady Plap Plap Plap of their bodies impacting one another. As amazing as it was, he couldn’t help but think that something was missing. Looking down at her rump, up her back, and to her head, he realized what it was.

The look she’d given him, that’s what it was. Fucking someone, even a godly young woman of Adagio’s caliber, was great and all, but he wasn’t getting the full experience. Drawing to a halt, with his cock partially lie partially submerged in her rear, he was torn. On one hand, he didn’t want to stop - on the other, he had an idea. Willing himself to step away, abandoning the warmth and comfort her tush afforded, he pulled out.

“Why’d you - Eeeep!” Adagio squeaked, as she found herself being lifted.

With a strength belying his size, he managed to scoop her up and cradle her to his chest. Looking to his face, seeing him warmly smile down at her, she swooned. Turning to the side, he gently deposited her on the heaping stack of mats. As he gingerly tugged at her legs, repositioning her, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was planning.

Scooching closer to him, Adagio brought her tush to the side of the padded tower. She wasn’t going to object to the change of position, since it was far more comfortable than standing, yet she wasn’t sure why he’d chosen to have them mix it up. Most guys would be content to fuck a girl from behind, so unless he…

“I...I wanted to face you. I...if that’s ok,” Anon mumbled, stepping between her parted legs.

Adagio’s pupils shrank to pinpricks, her heart thundered in her chest, and a gobbet of pre-cum oozed from the broad tip of her cock. Either the man was trying to undo her, or he’d continued to inadvertently press her buttons. Staying silent, lest her passion get the better of her, she locked her heels onto his hips and pulled him closer.

Softly grabbing her ankles and setting them on his shoulders, Anon got into position. The view of her midriff, turgid member, uncovered breasts, and blushing face was sublime, bordering on the picturesque. Resting one hand on her hip, and the other on her tool, he plunged back into her confines.

Lying there, watching Anon screwing her, Adagio was at a loss. Not only did the new arrangement let her see him doing her, but his dick was mercilessly pounding her p-spot. With little else to do, she clutched and toyed with her tits; if nothing else, he might enjoy the show. He could have commented on how good she felt - he could have praised her for how taut her hole was - but he did something so much worse.

“You really are beautiful…” he sighed, his movements unceasing.

Having her ass fucked and length tenderly stroked, Adagio swallowed hard. His spontaneous utterance flipped a switch within her, straining her already weakened control to the breaking point. Gazing into his eyes, seeing the joy and admiration held there, she took a shuddering breath.

“I...I…” she huffed, unwilling or unable to give voice to her feelings. Thankfully, in a merciful twist of fate, he pressed a finger to her lips. Eagerly suckling upon the digit, if only to keep herself quiet, she closed her eyes and fixated on the sensation his manhood afforded.

Jacking the exceedingly well-hung girl off, while he plundered her rear, Anon couldn’t be more happy. It wasn’t like he’d ever actually done anything with a horse before, but he was left to believe it felt the same. Nearly as long as his forearm and as thick as his wrist, her stallionhood could only be described as godly. Adjusting his grip, he delicately worked the sensitive bit just below her glans.

“D...don’t stop,” Adagio muttered, her pulse quickening.

The way his fingers played over her length, the angle of his thrusts, and the steady rise and fall of his chest; everything was just perfect. Bucking her hips, simultaneously driving her shaft into his grip and fucking herself on his pistoning manhood, she pawed at her bosoms. Between his ministrations and smooth talk, she knew she wouldn’t be able to last for too terribly long.

Harder and harder, faster and faster, Anon’s movements steadily grew in speed and force. Despite her having asked for it rough, she felt too good to do otherwise. Caving to his yearnings, feeling himself growing closer to sweet release, his rutting transitioned from long, steady strokes to a rapid fire jackhammering. Shifting ever so slightly, he tweaked the angle of his pounding.

Having closed her eyes for just a moment, to relish the feeling of his rutting, Adagio gasped as something warm latched around the tip of her tool. Looking out, she spied the man hungrily licking and kissing on the bloated crown of her length. Her pleasure skyrocketed, pushing her to the brink.

“I’m gonna,” she wheezed, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. No sooner had she spoken than he popped the tip of her stallionhood into his mouth. Her hand shot out and grabbed his hair, ensuring he wouldn’t escape.

Anon’s eyes widened, as the stallionhood in his grip flared and throbbed violently. A veritable deluge of spunk erupted in his maw, coating his taste buds in rich, creamy goodness. The influx of scalding seed, knowing he’d made her cum, was too much; hilting himself in her upturned ass, he flooded her interior with baby batter.

The additional heat and pressure of Anon’s jizz only served to heighten Adagio’s ecstasy. Crying out in bliss, she quivered from head to toe. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone, Equestrian or otherwise, had evoked such a powerful climax from her. Wickedly pulling on her nipples, hoping to catch a glimpse of Anon’s rapture-streaked expression, she peeked out.

As soon as he noticed her looking up at him, Anon abandoned the girl’s cock, leaned in, and locked lips with her. Blowing his load in her rump, feeling her cum seep through his shirt, his tongue worked into her mouth. She reciprocated, in the blink of an eye, grabbing the back of his head and passionately making out with him.

Locked together, the two rode out their near tandem orgasms. Were it not for the fact that they were slathered in dickgirl ejaculate and sweat, while in the supply shed of their school, it would have been a touching moment. As the seconds ticked past and the two realized where they were, they pulled away.

“Sorry about the mess,” Adagio snickered, seeing the gooey results of her ecstasy.

Anon shrugged. “It’s alright, I got a spare shirt in my locker,” he contentedly sighed, hauling the sullied garment up and off his frame. As far as he was concerned, the loss of a t-shirt was well worth the bawdy encounter. Stepping away, hauling his softening length from her abused hole, he let her stand.

Stooping down and retrieving his discarded shirt, Adagio wiped the cum from her leaking pucker. She still had to finish her classes for the day, like it or not, so going around with spunk soaked panties was less than ideal. After cleaning most of his man-jam from her posterior, she threw the article behind the stack of mats.

“I’m gonna run to the locker room and shower. You might want to give it a minute, unless you want folks getting suspicious about us leaving together,” Anon noted, hitching his thumb to the door.

Adagio nodded. He had a point; the last thing she needed was unwanted questions from their classmates - or worse, from the teacher. Stepping into her shorts and underwear, pulling them up her legs, she stood.

“Meet me by the cafeteria after fourth period,” Anon whispered. Brazenly leaning in and pecking her cheek, he saw himself out.

Left to her own devices, Adagio stood mute. Even if he had stayed, she wasn’t sure what she would have said. He was a sweetheart and cute as a button, but she didn’t know how or where their relationship would go from there. After waiting a few minutes, she casually exited and went to find her friends.

The remaining two hours of the day went by in a blur, even though the two were separated. Anon’s final period was computer tech, while Adagio’s was pottery. Divided though they were, neither could keep the other from their thoughts. Finally, as the clock hit three PM, the last bell of the day rang out.

True to his word, Anon lounged by the dining hall and waited for her. Scanning the masses of students walking by, each heading towards one of the various exits, he kept his eyes peeled for her. Looking down the hallway to his left, something tapped his right shoulder. Wheeling around, he found Adagio demurely fiddling with her hair.

The pair stood there, motionless in the sea of their classmates, looking at one another for what felt like an eternity. Part of him was surprised she’d actually showed up, but he was supremely joyful that she had. He had something to show her, something he desperately hoped she hadn’t seen yet.

“Come on,” Anon said, motioning for her to follow

Adagio gave a subtle nod, opting to follow along next to him. Walking against the current of flowing bodies, they found themselves standing before the doorway of their algebra class. Posted on the wall, just beside the entrance, was a neatly printed out piece of paper. Mid-Term lie emblazoned at the top of the sheet, just above a row of names and scores.

Swallowing hard, fearful of what she may find, she looked for her grade. A shuddering breath escaped her, when she found what she was looking for. She’d actually made a low B! Not an A by any means, but it was sure higher than what she’d been anticipating. Feeling Anon’s fingers gently lace through her own, she beamed up at him.

“I told you that you’d be fine,” he smugly stated, smiling confidently over at her.

Compelled, she turned and hugged him. She was sure that, without his help, she wouldn’t have done nearly as well. As he returned her embrace, the question she’d dwelled on returned to her. Like a piece of a puzzle falling into place, something clicked. If having him around meant having her current level of peace and happiness, why not stick with it.

“So…” Anon fretfully hummed, as she pulled away. In lieu of a verbal response, she leaned in and gave him a kiss - a small one, but it was a kiss nonetheless. Blood rushed to his cheeks, leaving him blushing like a fool, as her fingers laced with his. The small sign of affection was the best affirmation she could have given…