One's Quite All Right

♫ That’s right: you see, upon closer inspection / I’m standing here cuz’ she didn’t use prote-CLIK! ♫

Sonata Dusk was suddenly facing a rectangle full of snowy static as the channel changed. Whirling around put her face-to-face with the Adagio Dazzle. “Told you not to watch that after the ‘burned all my calories’ line got us booted from the gym,” she growled.

Sonata returned a sheepish grin to her bestie. “Aww… but it was perfect for us! We got money! And a new use for spreader bars! And-”

“And now our original dry spell is about to end.” Thank goodness switching off that TV kept the room dark enough to keep Sonata from noticing Adagio shudder in the bitter cold of the room. “Aria’s back. It’s time to move.”

Sonata nodded and followed her into the kitchen. Adagio felt like she could reconsider her sharp words at the blue-haired co-bestie. After all, at least Sonata could appreciate nostalgia. All it reminded her of was the moment she felt like the earth lay at her feet, throngs of people howling their hearts out for her… and that wretch Sunset Shimmer coming to bring her down to earth seconds later. Thankfully, Aria took it away. “Let’s make this quick – Crystal Prep’s canteen doesn’t count this as overtime for me.”

“So everything’s in order?” Even now, Adagio’s eyes were focused on the peeling paint and pitted windows of their apartment. ‘Down to earth’ indeed, we shouldn’t be living in this decrepit Hooferville! Adagio grimly thought. “Being taken by some exploitative dick is not how I want to spend my night.”

“Anymore?” Aria recoiled at the line. How long had it been since that Battle of the Bands? How much had broken between them, besides their gems? And here she was, stirring the pot. ”Right. Sorry, Daz. Y-yeah, it’s legit. Headmistress herself put it together.”

“Wooow…” bubbled Sonata. Adagio tried to ignore her crooning for a different reason than the eye-rolling Aria. After all, even the vibrant moon of this night couldn’t compare to the energy Sonata showed in the dead of it. Her sparkling eyes made Adagio wonder just how far her enthusiasm went and wow was this the opposite of ignoring it. “Does that mean we can sing again?”

“It better be! The last of the money I had went towards us testing this new thing out,” Aria’s arms shot upward as she stretched, the light pop-pop-pops of her spine settling into place ricocheting through their dilapidated room. “And if I’ve gotta remind another student at Crystal Prep where my eyes are, I’m ripping one of ‘em out.”

Another thing to appreciate, Adagio thought – the way Aria’s irritated pout and folded arms got both her tits and lips jutting forward. Two of her best features, beyond her brains, considering how she’d worked her way into that cushy gig. Enough for three ex-magical songstresses to survive, at least.

Even restrained by flush amethyst flesh, Adagio’s thoughts wandered to how all the tension radiating from her pores could be wrought if her gym time hadn’t been cut so short. Then that tawdry thought got crushed under a wave of facts, starting with there being no way in Tartarus Adagio would ever know of it. “Then I assume the potion’s with you?”

“Nah – Cinch ‘couldn’t risk the Dean finding it’, or some shit like that. Apparently Sona got an intermediary from Canterlot High that’ll let us crash their pad while we test it.”

“Kept one, actually…” Sonata’s trademark grin soon took over. “But yeah! She said she’d do us a solid, totally!”

“I’m… surprised, Sonata.” Adagio hand clasped onto the blue-haired friend’s shoulder.

“W-why?” Suddenly, Sonata’s grin wasn’t as bright anymore. “It’s what I was asked for, right? I did it quickly, right?”

“Yes! Yes, of course, Sonata. You… did great.” Adagio could never let Sonata know that her surprise came from how unaware she was of her blue-haired friend’s plans. Aria’s sure but… now she was losing track of Sonata too? She had to set things right. For all three of them.

Aria turned to the main door of their home. “Yeah, whatever. Cinch said to meet that girl at eight. It’s seven-fifty right now.”

It was the one time Adagio Dazzle was happy to let another lead. The way Sonata’s cheeks jiggled under her coral skirt had her short of breath. It almost seemed like an eternity before they got to the elegant house three streets away. But Adagio would have given anything for this moment to last even a second longer, to reach out to Sonata and-

“Well, you’ve all taken your Sweet and Wonderful time getting here, haven’t you?”

Nevermind. Backspace. Reverse everything that would force her to have to spend her Saturday night staring in the face of… “Trixie Lulamoon?!” Adagio yelled.

“That is Trixie’s name, don’t wear it out.” The stage magician standing at the door’s threshold was utterly unfazed by Adagio’s shouting. “Your keepsake is in the room to the right. Do be quicker this time, Trixie has a talent show to dominate tomorrow.”

Adagio’s gate of gritted teeth answered Trixie’s snide dismissal. “You’re lucky we let you keep anything of ours now! You couldn’t even keep down Sunset!” Damn this smirking sophont! It should have been criminal that Trixie was stronger than her wiry body now, or that her hair still looked like a perfect crescent moon at night, or that she managed to make the tight bathrobe under her jumper cling to her curves like glue –

• Okay. Libido was clearly a pressing issue for Adagio. Even now, her jeans crinkled with her sopping arousal. If only she could put a voice to her need to find something to dominate again. But the lack of that type of voice was why they were here, wasn’t it?

“Trixie did as she was asked, nothing more! And you’re all in no position to make her anymore. Outside of one….” Trixie’s amethyst eyes shot to the similarly–jaundiced Sonata, occupied with looking at anything but the magician. “Isn’t that right, Dusk?”

Sonata’s face turned a dark shade of blue. Adagio was transfixed by how the tone of her bared legs rippled in different hues as they shifted together, evidence that she and Lulamoon were more than just friends growing by the second. I… really have been out of the loop since losing my voice. Aria, however, had quite the opposing reaction from her two fellow ex-hypnotists.

“You’ve got five to show us the potion before I ruin you for every other girl in school.”

Trixie laughed haughtily, jumper bouncing with her pert chest at each breath. “Five what, Blaze-?”

“Four. Three....”

Nevermind ‘hearing’, Adagio could taste the gulp of breath that Trixie emitted at the threat. Five minutes later, the Dazzlings were all staring at a giant beaker settled on the glass table before them, Adagio doing so from the comfort of a plush stool. “Did that Headmistress even say what this was for?”

“Something about a backup in case manipulating magic another way didn’t fly,” Aria scoffed, breast heaving as she snatched up the gold-laced flask. ”Look, I’m taking the first sip. If anything happens-”

“No.” Adagio’s hand clasped onto Aria’s wrist before the ornate, long-necked bottle could tilt into those soft, plump, beg-me-for-more lips- and Adagio’s poofy hair flew around her as her mind refocused. “I suggested this idea…” and with a swig, almost half of the bottle was down the throat of the head Dazzling. “I’ll be the first to face the music if it fails.” There. Still in control. Like Adagio craved to be again. Needed to be again.

Aria’ was next, throat bobbing in a way that had Adagio’s heart humping her ribcage as she drank in the sparkling black brew. The last swigs were for Sonata, and her cry of “Hee-hee, it tickles!” after the bottle audibly popped from between pursed lips nearly made Adagio want to claim them herself. However, such sweet surrender to seduction was what the potion was supposed to re-evoke for all around them. Cinch had given it to them as a guinea pig experiment when Aria had hit her up, only a week after seeing her hilt Sugarcoat up.

That day of revelation had been a good one for Adagio’s wrist, flicking sharpened nails in and out of her convulsing clit behind the couch. Aria, leaning on one of its arms, fended off questions from Sonata of how it went down. Apparently, she’d used a Shadowbolts banner to bind Sugarcoat’s naked limbs to each corner of the headmistresses’ desk. Then her lashing tongue and fisting hands brought Sugarcoat to orgasm after orgasm, the Shadowbolt allegedly halfway between her fifth and sixth when Cinch burst in and fainted. Only knowledge of their near-triumph at the Battle of the Bands got them this weird potion, instead of walking papers.

Adagio sighed throatily. Good times. All of which could be hers – theirs – again, if this accursed potion actually worked. As it was, she was seeing nothing productive! Aria was pacing the room, Sonata was lightly bouncing in her seat, and the room was getting sweltering as Adagio wiped her brow with a hand whose bicep was straining against the cotton of her-

Shooting to her feet, Adagio panicked. “Girls, hold on!” Fumbling hands nearly snapped the tab off her zipper as she yanked her hoodie off. Only a violet spaghetti-strap top kept her pert nipples from the eyes of her two companions. Every bit of muscle around it, however, was building out in soft ripples. Sonata’s jaw dropped at the sight, knees following as spikes started pumping out from the billowing skin and sinew of her latissimus dorsi. Aria was quick enough to tear off her own jumper before she lost it as well, racing to hold Sonata upright as her jet-black corset swelled and roiled with every breath. Webbing shot out between the spines on her back, connecting them loosely…

Like fins. Goddess, even Adagio wasn’t immune as she felt the pricking of shining scales erupt from her legs in waves. Visibly, Sonata's scales caused her bulging thighs to rub even harder together and a sound stuck between a gasp and a moan sprang from her mouth. Halfway stuck between how they were on Equestrian shores and these ones, all three girls took several seconds to eye up their new predicament.

“Whoooa…” Sonata’s hands were spanning down Aria’s pants, the taller girl’s hips twitching at the contact of shining scales and unyielding denim. “Aria, you’re so strong!”

“Strong-?! What just happened to us!?” Aria’s voice had dropped a few octaves. But somehow, to Adagio, the impact of her new accent sent her crashing into her stool at last. The legs of the seat bowed dangerously under her new weight. “Sonata, what did you do?!” Adagio couldn’t respond as Sonata gasped in fear. Her brain’s every synapse thrilled to comfort them, but her every nerve thrummed with burning energy she dared not exert lest it fry her.

“Aria! I’m sorry for getting us all twisted up! I-I didn’t know about this - I just didn’t want to be a failure on two planets!” Tears stung at deep pools of pink, but Sonata gripped at Aria’s hips all the harder, pure steel slipping the skin-tight denim encased around them lower and lower. Even now, the taut squares of muscle at Aria’s stomach twitched with stimulation. “Please, I’ll do anything to make it up!”

Adagio’s heat-drugged mind sparked at that. Sonata… felt like a failure? But Adagio hadn’t even seen that! And she’d been flitting in and out of their loft just to see her watching TV shows all day, with all those people strutting and singing and- Oh. Oh no.

Had Sonata been lamenting over other people singing day-in and day-out? And now her latest plan had turned them into... this? Adagio’s thoughts on how to put her mind at ease were interrupted by grunts. Her eyes refocused and widened as Aria finally shoved Sonata away, hands shooting to her crotch and snapping open the fly to her jeans.

“Hold-on, sorry, Sona, I can’t stand these – fucking~!” Aria Blaze took two handfuls of slacking denim in her vein-decorated hands and shoved down. A wet splat after heralded seven inches of a different type of coiled muscle springing from between Aria’s thighs, landing home over the shell of Sonata’s ear. “Ahhhh…” No pulse of dark magic accompanied Aria’s moan, but the head Dazzling was transfixed all the same by the debased turn their nightcap had taken.

Suddenly, Adagio saw exactly what it was that Aria had accused Sonata of giving her. That gorgeous length was definitely new on her – both in this world and Equestria. At the angle she was at, Adagio could see every vein as it beat blood through that prodigious pump. Aria’s monster was very well-defined, thick medial ring and veins bobbing as ithardened against Sonata’s shock-still face. Her tongue was far from still, though. “Holy mackerel, Aria! You’ve got a dick!”

Well it certainly isn’t a third leg, Sona, thought Adagio. Though the fact it matched up to one of her building quads could fooled her at first glance. But then Sonata actually decided to touch the colossal cock, hands running up and down its barrel. Droplets of pre splattered against Sonata’s shoulder, but her mind was focused on just how Aria’s new equipment worked. Oh, what an extendable tool it was, growing an inch upon every inward pump!

Were Adagio’s eyes inclined to sweep over a clock, she could have tittered at the fact the process before her would only take four minutes – right before commending her-blue-haired friend for being…”S-so good! Don’t stop!” Or Aria could voice such admiration instead, that could work too. Sonata’s small but still-interlaced hands traveled over each curve of the massive length in earnest, marveling at how the now foot-long futacock dribbled over her. “Woooow… this could split any of us in two….”

For once, Aria was not put off by her chirpy voice. If anything, the hot breath from the bubbly Siren as her hands spun over her stiffening member made it all the more rapturous. Her twin testes surged, churning up for their first overnight delivery. Aria’s purrs increased in perfect tune with Sonata’s movements until the dickgirl’s face twisted into a rare lust-stricken grin. Upon seeing it, Adagio briefly wondered if the gold-decorated bottle behind their writhing bodies was delivered by flying pig.

“G-grip me harder, Sona… y-you lovely ditz…” Aria’s stoic personality was drowning away under her blue-haired companion’s ministrations. Of course, the apologetic meat-tender obeyed her request, claw-tipped hands becoming pressure cookers on the slab of sausage rooted to her as she squeezed, kneaded, pumped. When those palms wedged around her medial ring again, Aria broke orbit. Her sinewy hips jerked back, one hand gripping her gushing glans, the other looping around Sonata’s crown as she moaned approval directly into her ear. Aria’s testes shivered and shrank as every other muscle around them rippled, hot seed paining creamy nets across Sonata’s face. The third load even caught her in the chin as she whispered “Fuck yeaaah, Sona~”, but her tongue caught it and dragged in that thick spunk to soak on her purple lips.

And the whole time through, Adagio was in her seat, thighs squelching like sponges as she watched the lecherous display unfold. Her own folds winked and jumped as the gouts of cum splatter before her. But apparently, this concoction of Cinch’s wasn’t through with them, as Aria’s afterglow was soon matched by an actual glow from the kneeling Sonata. The breasts that Aria’s last thread of cum had threaded together jumped and expanded, milky white dots pushing out one drop each from the indigo peak. “You’re fucking with me, Sona,” was all that came from her purple lips.

“G-Good idea, bestie!” Adagio swore she caught an ethereal glow in Sonata's eyes as she responded. But that twinkle would soon be lost between her fuckbuddy’s sweat-slick thighs. Soon, Aria screamed into the crook of Sonata’s ear as Sonata crushed her newly mutated mammaries around her thick rod. Her lips canvassed the scale-thick root of Aria’s erection, tongue swiping down to meet her titanic meat-rocket as it was pressed to the divot of her hips. Now massaged between soft and hard planes at once, Aria licentiously rolled her hips against both.

“Shit, Sonata, it’s still - yes, there!” ‘It’ referred to Aria’s dripping pussy, as Sonata’s thumbs had passed over the bulging lavender skin of her scrota and found that pulsing slit by accident. Sparkling sap coated Sonai’s sharp fingers as she dove into her new target, and as her tongue applied that same shiny coat to Aria’s other member, Adagio saw the lavender hands looped in Sonata’s hair tighten. Her lips were still too clenched to give Sonata warning, but she got the message when Aria pushed her down. A savage smile twisted Aria’s sweat-speckled face. Sonata struggled to speak as Aria knelt to straddle her nubile chest.

“Aria, what you-oh! W-wow, Ari!” Aria’s cock was again out and pistoning between those engorged funbags, her hands moving to Sonata’s newly pert nipples. Taking one in each hand, Aria swiveled her jacked hips around the beautiful tips of Sonata’s chest, thighs squeezing out gasps from her blue-haired fuckbuddy like stress balls.

“Aria! P-please, give it to me again! P-push my tits closer!” The nubs of Sonata’s breasts were wrestled together by her thrashing friend, and more liquid dairy trickled freely around them. Aria and Sonata each took to one like babes, suckling them and purring on each swallow. Their bodies were getting slick, the ridges on Sonata’s pert abs fluttering as Aria’s glutes jerked around them. Sonata’s webbed backfins undulated at the friction, her dainty hands still hammering three-fingers apiece into Aria’s snatch.

Adagio knew something else had to be in that brew, flooding into their minds like they so often did others. But the field normally full of cares that she’d give about this was decidedly barren, and her loins quivered dangerously at seeing Aria go rigid again. “Yyyeah, Sona! T-take my fat cooooooc-!” Aria’s last slurred shout brought her cocktip right against Sonata’s pointed chin, and the head flared to twice its original size. Sonata’s protest was stifled as the first geyser of Aria’s draining balls hit the ladle of Sonata’s neck with enough velocity to wedge her jaw closed. Every rope of cum after that splashed onto either her face or the rug-laden floor. At the same time, Aria’s pussy convulsed in climax, streams of juices spattering onto Sonata’s abs as she blitzed out on their shared carnal cocktail.

Aria had a promise to keep, however. Her legs drew up to a low crouch, the refined steel and scales lacing through them holding her steady as she unleashed gout after gout of dickgirl goo onto Sonata’s breasts. Soon the girl’s chest was spiderwebbed in sticky jizz, Aria’s hips settling as she laid a hand against Sonata’s grinning face.

The moans from Sonata as her fingers and tongue danced among those pearly rivers sent Adagio overboard. With a cry smothered in one of her hands, the other shot to her pants and split the zipper down, golden pelvis swirling as her release turned the crushed velvet of the stool beneath her into a waterbed. Again and again, her tension-thick walls spewed cum to further polish the scales coating her legs, the muscle beneath clenching madly.

When Adagio’s eyes closed, blinding white accompanied their new prison, and her already-generous ass swelled out to allow the cleft to peek out from beneath her airtight jeans. Whirling her head to face the new jump in her gluteal girth, Adagio turned to see the coitus-lost Aria. She was swamped in her own white aura, dick jutting out even further as its folds deepened from her discharge. It was only after witnessing this perverted paradox that Adagio realized how deep in it they were now.

Then her eyes turned up to the dickgirl’s face. Aria was staring at her with the same look she’d had after relating how her romp with Coat actually reached Lemon Zest, She of The Ear-Welded Headphones. It was purified disbelief, but as Adagio now saw with the jutting of her hips against Sonata’s chest, and fin-like protrusions, a hint of… curiosity was also present.

“Really, ‘Dagi?”