One's Quite All Right

“R-really what, Aria?”

“We’ve finally got enough fuckin’ bulk to not be pushovers anymore. Why're you sitting there like you forgot how to fuck?” The honest answer would be that the pull of Adagio’s swollen lips as she mouthed out the word ‘fuck’ made Adagio want to jump her on the spot. Or alternatively, to lock the doors and make sure Trixie didn’t walk in on them as they processed what just happened to them!

“W-well, somebody has to catalog this to bring to Cinch, Ari! If we’re reverting to our original states… w-what happens if we lose our legs?“ Or their hands? Or worse yet, the ability to see the cleft of Aria’s tight snatch as it pulsed beneath her salivating meatlog – dammit! Adagio’s mind was a hot mess. Her first orgasm did nothing to sate her growing need! And Aria looked more and more like a new delicacy by the minute!

Aria darkly scoffed. “Do you really want to?”

Adagio found herself contemplating. But the thought of the wannabe magician busting a gut laughing at them – then a blood vessel upon seeing just what exactly got the rugs in her house foyer so soaked – stayed the head Dazzling’s tongue. No way would Aria get the satisfaction either.

Adagio turned to brace her hands on the stool, only for it to lewdly soak her hands with oozing nether nectar as Aria crooned, “Look at me, Dagi."

What was this? Since when did Aria care which way she faced? Heck, usually she was happy to see the backs of everyone else; especially during her time in Crystal Prep. It wasn’t like Adagio was some prude, either. But to lust so longingly for her two friends, after they gained so much succulent muscle from that Cinch-served concoction. After they’d gone on to hand-and-tit-fuck each other silly on Trixie’s floor?

“I said. Look at me. Dagiiii...” Giving in to that silky purr from the amethyst amazoness behind her, Adagio turned to face Aria at last. Her eyes shot open at seeing the jacked Aria lifting Sonata – not exactly impossible before, but the newfound ease so exhilaratingly new – and lovingly pressing her to the table. The pane of glass beneath them gained some new silvery cracks from their weight shift. Before Adagio could point them out, Aria slid back until she was at Sonata’s puffy lower lips.

“F-for what, Aria?!” Adagio’s voice cracked. Her mind was fracturing under the sight of one of her best friends pressing her tongue to one of two remaining soft spots on her other best friend. Plus, Sonata’s beautiful mewling was apparently bringing life back to the turgid cock of Aria. “Who knows how else this transformation’s gonna go? Or if we can turn back!”

“But we’ve – oooh – found some – ungh –power, Dagi.” The hot murmur of Aria’s words as her mouth kissed against Sonata’s sopping walls drew Sonata’s arms to her chest. Her talons twirled and scraped against her swollen nipples as more rivers of white flowed to caulk the cracks in the glass. The ponytails and deltoids of Aria bounced as Sonata suckled on her nipples, an “Ariiiiii…” seeping out between intakes of breath and dairy alike.

Aria… was right. Whatever this potion was, it hadn’t harmed them, and the muscle did feel nice as they rippled against the sides of her golden tits and the planes of her stomach. Adagio idly eyed the poker next to the unlit fireplace. As Sonata’s squirming rippled her quads into Aria’s cheeks, reducing her to incoherence as her leaking labia was tendered, Adagio took the bar of metal into her hands. Its metal sent goosebumps flashing against her firm skin, just as desired. Finally, a distraction!

“Mmh! Dagi… don’t you wanna taste the ‘new Aria’? The - ooh – whole world’s gonna feel it soon anyway.” Adagio saw that Aria’s other hand – the one not twisting between Aria’s thighs – was tugging at her rising cock, now at foot-long length again and throbbing thirstily. A lift of Sonata’s right leg, sparkling with scales and arousal, showed that her fingers were jamming their way into Sonata’s tight ring. As the third digit of Aria’s found its way past Sonata’s ass, Aria’s tugs upon her meattube brought it right against Sonata's dimpled derriere as she panted. “Going…going…”

Gone. The swelling not at the tip of Aria’s trunk spread apart, spurts of sperm ruining the rug beneath them even further. Suddenly, that hot lapping of folds was assisted by Sonata’s bucking hips. Tangy juices burst from her snatch and Aria’s face with unbridled intensity. It looked like a water fountain sculpted in stone; Aria’s dick jetting streams of jizz into Sonata, fingers working in her ass to further the fountain two inches above.

The illusion was only broken by the licentious jerking of tensing steel rippling through their bodies, and Adagio’s self-control was fleeing on each twitch. The metal against Adagio’s hands bent into a crescent on the sixth of Sonata’s husky recitals of “Use…use me up… A-ariaaaa… ” spilled from her lips. It was then, coming off the peak of another orgasm, that Aria’s slyest idea yet came to fruition.

With a look upon her face that could have sent a lesser being to their knees, Aria tugged her jizz-jettisoning cock to point at Adagio, its last rope of shimmering sperm squirting out a long stripe against her jean-covered thigh. Before Adagio could stop herself, the screech of warping iron rang through the air as the poker in her hands twisted around her biceps, the ends of it pressing against her tits.

Between the iciness of the iron jabbing into her funbags and the obscene ordinance from Aria sizzling on her legs, Adagio came again. “Ari-ahhhhhhh!” Panting, Adagio's golden backfins flared to what would have been a painful stretch if not for the pleasurable spasms from her snatch. Her sultry moan perked Sonata’s head up again as she came down from what Adagio was spurting up.

“Oh, come on down and join us, Dagi…” Had Sonata’s voice always started from that deep in her throat, and why is my tongue not down it? Aria’s newest rush of nectar into her mouth answered her unspoken question, Sonata’s climax ebbing as Aria rose to face her. She chuckled, locks of cropped purple locks plastered to her face thanks to Sonata’s messy release. “Unless you don’t have the grapefruits?”

How can I when they’ve migrated to your freakin’ shoulders?! Adagio didn’t shoot back. Instead, she settled for shivering off the last of her hedonistic high, thighs squishing around her pulsing pussy. “I said… ohhh… that one of us needs to find out a way to reverse this!” Adagio hated half-lying like this, and even worse, to her own kin! But the twisting face of Aria would soon show to be for different reasons than she thought.

“Damn it! It’s not just about you, Adagio! It’s…” Adagio’s eyes turned to Sonata, struggling to pull herself up from the table now slick with their lovemaking. Aria had to grab onto Sonata’s glutes to pull her to the lip of the piece of furniture. And for once, Aria turned away from Adagio.

“Fuck… I nearly lost everything for us all, because of that tryst with Sugarcoat!” Her other hand smacked harshly upon the iron corner of the table, a slight imprint left in its wake. “And the worst part of it was when Cinch was chewing me out… all I could think of was how much I loved that she caught me. Not as some kink, either… just that I could ever evoke that! Because if I can’t... if that shard of ruby was all that kept anyone’s eyes on me…”

Seeing Aria’s inner crisis brought Adagio to her feet. Lust wasn’t even close to restraining her this time, and her strides put her right beside her friend. “Bullshit. When we left Equestria, we were together. When we lost our gems, we were together.” Adagio’s hand nestled into Aria’s purple cheek. “And we’ll get through this together. Just… tell me what I need to do.”

Aria could have responded by simply pleading to be held. But the gesture by Adagio gave her a perfect view of her tits, straining like overripe melons under the thin cotton of her top. Better yet, she also got a good peek at Aria’s hood, her wet cunt sloshing between a cleft of metal teeth and a hip-high coat of amber scales. Aria’s path became as crystal clear as the slickness between Aria’s legs.

Aria stood on slightly shaking feet, idly pulling the rest of her jeans free. She preferred to show rather than tell this time. Leaning forward, her purple lips drew closer to Adagio’s. “You… wanna be useful, ‘Dagi?” Her tongue pummeled into Adagio’s mouth as the last of the holdouts finally returned her ravishing advances. As their kiss continued, purple talons ghosted over every expanse of pulsing tendons they could reach before settling onto cotton straps.

Aria meant to simply tug down the thin bands in her hands, really. But both bands tore in her hands like tissue as she gasped against her fellow Siren, and Adagio's beautiful breasts spilled forth. At that moment, Adagio envied Sonata - lactating like a sieve thanks to the potion behind them while Aria was tweaking her dusky nipples. Apparently, she was on Aria’s mind too, as their lips parted.

“Sona was to be useful too. Help me hitch her up.” Aria hissed.

Adagio turned to Sonata, the two of them taking Sonata by each hand and guiding her off the table. “Under the table, doll. Hands on the table's legs in front of you,” purred Aria. Sonata nodded energetically, sliding under the table with a short lunge. Her ass, while not as perfectly molded as Aria's or as silky-soft as Adagio’s, was quite delectable to watch flatten against the smudged glass. Aria reached through to knead her globes as Sonata’s hands wrapped around the two metal legs, right next to the base of the railing.

“You’re just gonna take her again.“ It wasn’t a question. But Aria answered Adagio anyway, sweeping up one of the rivulets of dried lovebatter from one of the visible cracks in the table’s glass and revealing the full extent of the damage.

“Sona getting cut up when I fuck her would ruin the mood. Doesn’t mean I don’t want her to stay still, though.” And Aria wrenched at the thin railings of the table to either side of Sonata. Her biceps coiled into solid steel as the actual metal beneath then gave, iron forcibly flexed and looped around Sonata’s wrists like shackles. A shove of the same bars at the lower end of the table to bend into skirt-clad hips finished Sona’s penning. Adagio could only gasp at this raunchy display.

Sonata grinned dopily. “Oooh, are we going to work on my butt now?”

“You bet, Sona.” Aria was all too happy to offer the front of Sonata to her fellow Siren, arms bound by loops of twisted iron. “Dagi - let Sona get her mouth on you, I’m never saying another fuckin’ bad word about it again. Her tongue’s glorious.”

Anything for Sonata. It didn’t need to come from Adagio’s mouth when it was all over her golden-toned face. She pushed her pelvis forward to within inches of Sonata’s painted lips. Suddenly, she was sure she’d never find a spot on either Equestria or Canterlot City that could compare to the scene before her.

Below the rectangle of white-stained glass was Sonata, squirming and tongue lapping out to try and reach her loins, eyes diluting with happiness. Behind her, at the other end of the table, Aria’s girldick was gliding over glittering blue asscheeks, missing the puckered ring between them on purpose to smear her pre between her slackened back fins and cleft. Even with nothing actually on the table but cooling cuntsap, it was a mouthwatering buffet; and since Aria was digging in, why couldn’t she?

Then Aria drew back, cock level with Sonata’s asshole. With a push, four - actually make that six - inches of Aria’s meatlog was cruising between the glutes of Sonata, and her moan at being penetrated was swiftly muffled by the walls of Adagio’s pussy. Aria’s hips bucked at first contact, spearing Sonata further onto Aria’s rod with the erotic movement.

The dimples of her cheeks billowed, and Adagio was all too eager to urge Sonata's cunnilingus on. “Yes… keep slurping me dry! Keep hitting my clit! Go deeeeeee-” Sonata jammed her pink muscle right into her cunt mid-speech. Adagio, past her sudden keening, swore she felt its pink tip on her cervix. Or was it just comparative to the lack of depth her fingers had gotten in her folds? Regardless, nothing mattered but that flicking pack of taste buds and the flood of lovejuices soaking on it.

One of Adagio’s hands went to her flexing cheeks. Originally, it was to help augment her pelvic thrusts into that forge of a mouth. But the second her hands touched those rippling globes of muscle, her eyes shot open. A shuddering moan went out, and suddenly, her last scraps of restraint were gone. Adagio's hips collided against the short lip of the table, pain lasting only seconds before being drowned under Sonata’s sucking. But somehow, Sonata's tongue kept going deeper, lashing at her inner muscles in a way that made her roll her neck as her moans intensified.

“Fuck! So tight! Sona!” Aria’s hands weren’t braced on the table, but around her belly. Sharp fingers clamped around her abdomen, abs flexing around her pressure and the girth of her cock as it wetly slid in and out of her ass. “Tel-tell me when you’re close, DaaAAAGI-!” The last of her words ended in a slurred scream as Aria finally plugged in entirely, twelve feet of throbbing meat lodged fully in Sonata’s plush ass.

“Haaaaaadaaaa,” moaned Sonata, the tongue that would have clarified her desire to be rammed harder snuffed out around Adagio’s sopping cunt.Both standing Sirens gave it to her that way anyhow, savagely thrusting. Adagio spluttered nectar into Sonata’s mouth as her ass reaped it from Aria five feet across. Each of Aria’s thrusts bottomed out in those bouncing blue balloons as she hit Sonata's prostate, squirting more of Sonata’s crystalline cunt-sap onto the floor.

“Ari-Ari, I’m gonna-!” Aria’s left hand shot out to the convulsing Adagio, curled around her chin, and yanked her into a searing kiss. At the same time, the other hand originally pinching at Sonata’s bulging abs went knuckle-deep in Sonata’s swollen snatch. Sonata’s orgasm came hard, wetness gushing from around the purple claws of the dicksiren and her walls twisting around her nails.

Adagio and Aria came at the same time only seconds after, Aria’s primed pump flaring to flood Sonata’s backchannel. Adagio’s neck tensed as her lips ripped from Aria’s, her rapturous roar ringing around the walls of the foyer. Apparently, Adagio’s release came as freely from her loins as Sonata’s did from her breasts, nearly drowning Sonata in wave after wave of her cum. Behind her, Adagio’s golden fins flared out further, growing heavy barbs and the spines flexing in a way neither Aria or Sonata’s did.

Aria’s hands moved to the gyrating glutes of Sonata, pushing until her dick popped free of Sonata’s holster, and let the last few strings of her powerful orgasm paste across her butt. It was at this point, as all three Dazzlings were coming off their shared high, that Adagio looked down and saw just why it felt like Sonata’s tongue was thrusting deeper. Several dips and dives had battered the iron at her end of the iron table, as well as calluses in the corners from where her talons bit into the metal. Inches beneath her, Sonata was drooling from each end and limp in her impromptu locks.

“You… both okay?” Adagio was idly touching the skin of her thighs as she panted. Scales dipped under the light touch, but other than the slight burn prickling at her nerves, she was… fine. Weirdly enough, she was also energized for more.

Sonata gave no verbal response, but her right hand gave Adagio a pointed thumbs-up. “Y-yeah, Dagi…”

Aria, however was becoming quite the perverted performer herself. Her hands were still gliding up and down Sonata’s hips, wadding her fuchsia skirt further around her waist and to the edge of the backfins bent against the glass. And her softening dick was lightly sputtering and sticking against one of Sonata’s cheeks like it was… some leech.

The door then banged open. “Somebody screamed, and Trixie wants to know who-wait, what the fucking hell?!”

Adagio’s head whipped about to face the scowling stage magician. Speaking of performers…