One's Quite All Right

“What have you done to Trixie’s table?! How did you do this to Trixie’s table?” Adagio’s panicked eyes flew to meet Aria’s at the stage magician’s outburst. She quickly set to freeing Sonata from the table’s warped loops.

“Trixie, we can explain!” A more focused mind than Adagio's sex-fried one could've pointed out that it was Trixie who’d provided this concoction to begin with. But given her attention was still mostly on Aria slowly freeing Sonata’s left wrist from the loop of iron the creampied girl was still locked in... well, the current order of offense was a bit twisted for the head Dazzler. “This potion, it-”

Thanks to Trixie, however, that panic attack would be short-lived. “This is what Cinch made Trixie bring this drink for? These three has-beens to put up costumes and trash her room having sex?!” Trixie's teeth ground together. “The Headmistress can have her money back – no amount of oh-so-'potent' mind control is worth this!”

“Mind control?” Again, Adagio thanked whatever was in that blackened brew that let her brain process this implication in record time. “The Headmistress gave you to alter our minds?! And you didn’t tell us?”

“S-shut it, Adagio! I told you not to waste my time!” And Trixie’s left fist barreled out to plow into her chest. However, thanks to Adagio’s powerful six-pack, the blue knuckles clattered impotently against her stiff abs. Trixie let out a cry of pain.

“What did you do that for?! You’ve noticed Adagio’s thick, right?” Sonata yelled at Trixie.

“Are you both thick!?” Trixie shouted, her uninjured hand waving at them frantically. “Dazzle has muscle in places Trixie didn’t even know were places! How-?”

“Because we come from places you don’t even know are places!” Adagio snapped back. Her wings were still fluttering, but. “And considering you’ve just admitted this was meant to corrupt us for that prick of a Crystal Prep teacher…”

Trixie’s eyes shrank to pinpricks as Adagio rounded on her. “W-wait! Trixie was only applying some Great and Powerful humor! S-she didn’t even think it'd work!” Unfortunately for her, those outstretched hands were now like a red flag to a bull, and Adagio was before her in seconds. Behind her, the tinny snap heralded the over-abused iron bars breaking outright as Sonata's right wrist was freed. Both she and Aria scrambling to their feet, all thoughts of decency forgotten as they gasped at the marvelous sight before them.

So was Trixie. “Oh… oh no. Those are real, how are they-“

Then Adagio struck. Her spines’ arched and pierced into Trixie like claws, the sudden influx of… whatever it was in the tips causing her pupils to dilute. “Oh my… what di-AH!” Another twitching thump and her hips jumped toward Adagio’s, just as entranced by the show as she was. “This feels too warm, why does Trixie feel so warm…” Her thighs were sliding together faster now, her heart thumping, her face drawing closer to her captor. Before long, Adagio’s plump lips collided against Trixie’s. Both girls ferociously dove into their kiss, webbed barbs on Adagio’s backfins pushing into Trixie every time her lips did.

“Trixie… “ Adagio breathed the name of that white-haired girl twitching in her arms as her hands moved down her back. Quickly, they went to work kneading and plucking at her soft blue ass. By the seas, she’d never had anything like this in her true form in Equestria! But alas, that wet heat from Trixie’s loins surged through those tiny pricks of those golden backfins, right into the twitching tendons of Adagio Dazzle.

Adagio felt that nostalgic urge bubble in her chest again upon that sweet contact. But it didn’t invoke images of powertrips past, oh no. Way too many acts by either bacon-haired sexbombs or white-bearded unicunts infected any fun she’d gain from that. No, this yearning was the same one that so often strummed through her body when crooning her dark symphonies. Only now, it didn’t ebb away the second the notes finished; it roiled and pooled within her gut, making the slick heat between her legs unbearable. She wanted to sing, to let out the power - and sing she finally did. “Aaaa-aaaaa…”

“Daaazzzleeee-!“ Trixie’s head whipped up, and to both her and Adagio’s surprise, she climaxed. The furnace between her blue legs burst its banks, liquid lust rolling out from drenched panties. Apparently, the stage magician was quite pent up. She was also a squirter, cuntsap shooting out like a firehose. Adagio numbly wondered if she and Aria hadn’t swapped notes before. Her hips crushed into Adagio’s again and again to extend her wild orgasm, until the head Dazzling had to hold her limp form in her ripped arms.

But the second her spines pulled out from their roots in Trixie’s back, her blue body started changing too. Oh, nothing to the effect that they had, but even now, she could see those soft curses harden just a little. Trixie’s abdomen peeking from the window in her bathrobe rippled, and her toes curled. This transformation wasn’t anywhere as vivid as the Dazzlings. But Aria and Sonata found themselves staring at the Great and Powerful Trixie becoming her namesake in the most delicious way.

“My... goodness, now… Trixie is like you too?” Her eyes, though… they remained the same, purple and pulsing and diluted with… desire? Adagio couldn’t believe the words that came next from the girl who’d come to blows not minutes before, now reduced to begging her to blow. “Feels so good… you feel so good…” The grin on the Siren’s face returned as Trixie's eyes rested upon it. ”What do you want Trixie to do… need this so much….”

As Adagio’s eyes swung back and forth between her two companions, several questions swam through her mind. Just how, exactly, had that potion of Cinch’s meant to control their minds? Could she have known how this would react to them, given her original goal was to turn them into magic magnets? Was it possible their Equestrian physiology had simply overridden any chance of this making them more susceptible to anyone but each other?

Then Adagio noticed her and Trixie's breasts were squashed together, cleaves pooling towards a delightful cleft between the two girls. Trixie wasn’t mad anymore. The Dazzlings weren’t in trouble. They could… get away with this. Suddenly, Adagio’s dastardly mind started whirring again. No, Adagio still couldn’t call up that Song on demand. But as Adagio looked back toward her backfins, she realized she had something to bend a person’s mind to her will once again.

The backfins were rigid at first, but as her arousal rose from the motions of the girl before her, the curved arcs again bent further and further inward, cocooning the shivering showgirl around her. Adagio’s look back also allowed her to notice something behind the door that Trixie had barreled through. Quickly, Adagio motioned to the back, and Sonata was quickly checking behind that cubby as if she hadn’t been eaten out and fucked not two minutes ago.

Her chirpy response brought a flutter to Adagio’s heart – and eyelashes. “Wow! Dagi, Ari; Trixie was packing some serious stuff here!” And Sonata’s hands brought up a long rubbery cock attached to three straps. It didn’t take a Starswirl to know that…

"That’s a dildo?!” Aria yelled.And a dripping one too, the head still shining with lubrication that Adagio sniffed out as the same trickling down Trixie’s thighs.

“I think Trixie was using this on herself!” Suddenly, the delay in Trixie’s arrival made even more sense.

“Wow, brat. You really were thinking of joining in! That or we interrupted your latest masturbation session! Mind if we use this?” Trixie was too far gone to feel shame at the girl’s plan, let alone object to it. Thankfully so was Aria, even after the Dazzlings’ new discovery. Moving in front of Trixie to take Adagio’s place, Aria seized her blue arms in an iron grip, whispering hotly into her left ear. “It wouldn't be the last time you fucked us over, either. Remember Battle of the Bands?”

“I do!” Words still failed to express how shocking it was that Sonata sounded so innocent with her swollen tits and diluted eyes. “It was the worst moment of my life… and she didn’t stop it!” Her finger pointed right at the stage magician.

Adagio was inclined to agree, half because Sunset Shimmer was around to really attract her ire, half to show solidarity with her bandmates. “Sona’s right. The Rainbooms may have beat us, but you did worse – you failed us, Trixie.” Her claws clutched at Trixie’s chin, tugging it upward as the stage magician shivered. “Rainbooms made fools of us, and you were barely a speedbump to them.” Adagio’s hands went to the strap-on, tapping it on her capture’s thigh. “You burned us, Trixie. Fucked us.” The tool was then swiftly tied to her waist, scales chafing the cloth snugly settling above it. “And now we’re gonna fuck you, slut. Good and hard.”

All three Dazzlings had grins splitting their faces at the realization that Trixie was not recoiling at the suggestion. She just nodded, sultry eyes flitting from one fuckbuddy to another as if wondering who’d start on her first.

“So, which of us is getting her pussy?” Aria asked. “You’re the boss, Dagi,”

Oh, how long Adagio had waited to hear that again. And a lot more people were going to be saying that if-when-she had her way. Right now, Adagio wanted more – she wanted Trixie inseminated for her incompetence. She wanted this walking pain in the Celestia to be ruined for everyone else, while whatever toxin these fibrous spines spewed into her was still potent. But for what she had planned, she needed Trixie’s womb filled, as a warning and an incentive, and only one of the trio could do so. Also, because Aria had not cum in a pussy yet, and Adagio really wanted to see how that’d work while she pounded away at that heart-shaped ass.

“Wellllll… you have been overlooked too long, Ari,” panted Adagio. Her eyes roamed down Trixie’s body to her soaked folds. “So that cunt's all yours. I’ll use this-” Ten inches of plastic penis flopped in her taloned hand. “-to open up her other hole. Sonata, on your knees and wait for my signal.” Before, Adagio would have bristled at the very thought of ever being on the bottom. Even before she’d been punted to another planet with her two companions, the thought of being anything less than the centerfold of chaos was intolerable. If she wasn’t, things immediately got bad for them.

Then again, before, she’d also thought Aria and Sonata idiots for ignoring this eventuality. But at their lowest point – with no gems, no money, no sea-faring bodies, no way out – had shown that they were anything but helpless. They’d pulled together, searching for that one last longshot, and now their bodies were caught in evolutionary limbo – one that provided them with a chance to explore their potential in so many filthy ways. And one such method was playing out before her appreciative eyes, as Aria’s hands ripped the bathrobe from Trixie's supple body in one button-shooting tug.

“Fuck, Trixie, I’ve waited too fuckin’ long for this.” Aria sandwiched the wannabe witch between herself and the prone Adagio. Settling in snug between Trixie's thighs, the salacious Aria wasted no time with sloppy thrusts; one smooth flick of her hips and she was instantly slipping into Trixie’s ready channel. Beneath her, Adagio started setting up for her point of entry, rubberized cockhead pressing against a periwinkle puckered hole. By the time Aria was fully hilted in the moaning magician, the head of Adagio’s dildo slipped past into Trixie’s asshole. Aria’s gritted teeth hinted at the insatiable lust building behind her sparkling teeth, but no words slipped past. Adagio was quick to set up a rhythm of her own ramming into Trixie’s ass as well.

With two girls deep inside Trixie’s parting holes, Aria whistled to Sonata. Sonata scooted over, and suddenly, the white-haired magician’s face was entombed in succulent Sonata snatch. As she rotated her rump on Trixie's open mouth, Adagio and Aria took turns ramming into Trixie's lower holes. Before long, Aria was nearing her biggest climax yet as she pounded into Trixie. Despite her hips and legs burning with exertion, she refused to let up even as Trixie’s begging for deeper and harder thrusts from them were obliged with gusto. After all, loose lips sank ships, and no one knew that better than a Siren.

But lips couldn’t come looser than Trixie’s pussylips as Aria’s ramrod cleaved her sopping folds. At the knot of Aria’s ballooned and burst, torrents of cum slipping past the cervix and showing just how plentiful Aria could be with her cock. Two jets of jizz and Trixie’s womb was full to bursting, walls spasming around her meatlog as Aria roared in rapture. A third spurt and Trixie’s ear-piercing “AAAAAAAAHHHHHH-!” echoing out with no hope – or want – for a savior. Her pussy squelched, as five more ropes of cum painted the stage magician’s depths white; Aria’s jack-hammering pole swelling Trixie’s belly with its force. Trixie’s orgasm afterward added to the bloat, folds achingly clamping on that tool to milk every last drop as her cunt foamed out around Aria.

Sonata’s quivering snatch was shoved down Trixie’s muff as she was next to wipeout. With Aria’s twisting of her swollen nipples and her screams finally silenced by cerulean pussy lips, Sonata's flood shot down into her Great and Powerful gullet. At the same lime, lactating streams of milk squirted into Aria’s face and chest, amethyst tendons hosed down as Sonata screamed. Trixie’s hands went to Sonata’s ass, slapping it repeatedly as her orgasm repeated on each of Aria’s pumps. The abused peaks and pussy were proving too stimulating for Sonata to stand - literally. Exhaustion fell over her seconds later as she slumped against Aria, still panting through her last errant thrusts.

Adagio was last to go, her half-nelson around the stage magician's arms allowing her the real estate to use most of the points on her backfins for her estastic ends. Between each and every one of Trixie s’ ribs, those golden bards shot in deep, and suddenly, Trixie’s blinding bliss was Adagio’s as well. Her jaw shooting open with a “GAAAA-AUUUUUUUGH!”, the tsunami of cum leaking round the tightly bound dildo bucking into Trixie’s prostate. Scaled lags entwined around Trixie’s as she gushed against Trixie’s ass, Adagio’s twitching thighs spreading the stage magician further for Aria’s last few thrusts.

Trixie Lulamoon was not immune either. The combination of those tips in her sides and her newly split-legged position allowing Aria’s last thrust to slam against a thoroughly ravaged G-spot hard. Trixie’s was catapulted into another orgasm, her stomach distending even further as her lower lips almost shot Aria’s cock out of her. A flood of juices and thick cum seeped from her sore walls, and the stage magician was granted relief at last, head nestled on her side as she panted.

Aria and Sonata were leaning against each other, the former’s twin ponytails plastered to her sinewy neck and chest, the latter’s less taut body heaving and bobbing with her ragged breath. Afterglow set in, and only Adagio was left to attend to Trixie. “What… what do we do now?” she panted.

Adagio didn’t respond to Sonata – not immediately. Trixie’s beautiful ass was feebly grinding on her hips in her afterglow. The fatigue was eating away at her higher brain functions, her webbed spines fluttering against Trixie's bleeding back, Trixie’s cum-filled lips lightly molding against hers. She was somehow beneath and above this mortal all at once. And it felt exhilarating. What had Adagio been missing, as the waif she was before? She used to enthrall entire throngs of people with her voice. Now it would be their voices that her new powerful form would evoke.

Adagio salaciously wiggled her hips against Trixie’s, worming the dildo out of the stage magician’s ass. Several short gasps and returned gyrations later, and the ten-foot pale blue tool slipped free of Trixie’s tight ring. With this, Adagio almost jumped at feeling two collections of sharpened fingers curing around her wrists, but that turned to relief when Sonata and Aria pulled her to a sitting position. The Dazzlings exhaustedly looked down at the Gaping and Pumped-Full Trixie draped across Adagio's lap, looking for all the world that she was ready to bear triplets of her own.

Cinch hadn’t left them a note, inconsiderate imbecile as she was. But Adagio would not be so... thoughtless.

“… and the concoction you gave was an utter dud. However, we believe its effects may come through in a week, however – Trixie’s had more than enough experience in chemistry from her tricks to know the half-life of the isotopes.

We’ll lay low for the week, then come back to contact you. Don’t worry; you’ll have your way of getting into that science brat’s locket soon.

With love,

The Dazzlings

“Read that back to us again, cumslut,” purred Adagio. Trixie Lulamoon, twirling one of her fingers around a lock of hair. Soon after, Trixie popped her lips free of Aria’s rigid cock with a lewd smack, turned to the paper Adagio jutted to her, and recited. Filthy thoughts breast-stroked across Adagio’s brain of what she could do to those Rainbooms, the principals, even that boytoy of Sunset if she was so inclined. And apparently, her backfins' venom was quite long-lasting, giving how obediently Trixie adhered to Adagio’s demand.

“Absolutely…” murmured the white-haired thrall, swiping it in one hand as she pumped away at Aria’s rippling length with the other. “Trixie can do that for you.” Doesn’t feel like I lack the power to make you do a thing now, doesn’t it? Oh, Adagio was gonna save that for Trixie’s next creampie. Maybe with Flash, too. Sunset would flip her shit.

Curled around Adagio, Sonata nuzzled her head into the nape of her golden neck, trapezius muscles shifting to accommodate her, The ties that kept her blue hair in a ponytail had long since migrated to her wrists, but her flowing tresses were nice against Adagio's sensitive skin, “So… what happens if Cinch finds out?”

“She won’t.” She can’t, Adagio didn’t add.The second she realized what this could do to a magical being, Cinch would stop at nothing to contain them. They were all wild cards now, three jokers made jacked. “Better she thinks it’s a bust. At least, for now.” Yes, the plan for the Dazzlings’ re-debut would have to be precise to prevail. “And we’re not gonna be idle either, Sona.”

“Thinking of taking it to those stupid Rainbooms?” Aria suggested, one arm draped back over the couch, grape soda draining away between her lips from a can in her other hand. Trixie worked her meat. “Think I could beat that sexy farmgirl down bare-bones now.” Her breath hitched as Trixie pumped at her veiny dick again. “Or have her beat me – oh! - off.” Adagio was attentive enough to notice Trixie’s tongue whipped back to lap up the beads of pre at Aria’s bulb. She didn’t call it out. Yet. “Fuck Trixie, k-keep going!”

Adagio was trying out a different drink of her own. Lightly suckling on Sonata’s left tit and letting the milk flow down her throat was doing wonders for her parched body. The mewls from her blue-skinned bestie helped too. “So Sonata, think we can pull off a costume shift with the other humans?”

“We might have to raid Lulamoon’s closet, but yep!” The blatant decoration of theft did not faze the stage magician one bit. Already halfway through the sentence about lying low for the week, her hand span around Aria’s member to a blue, and the amethyst amazoness attached to it keened. “Wow, Trixie’s into this for realsies!”

And Aria was about ready to reward it. Right after the words “The Dazzlings” left Trixie’s lips from the end of the letter, spurts of cum jetted past the hole at Aria’s tip - only for Adagio to lean forward and wrap her lips around that fat prick instead. Swallowing every stream of spunk that hit her throat, Adagio luxuriated in the devastated look on Trixie’s face, her prize going down another’s throat in rippling lumps.

Smacking her lips after leaving Aria’s polished rod hanging, Adagio explained. “Silly fuck-bunny, Trix are for kids.”

Reclining back on the couch with her three muscle-laced partners in crime, Adagio eyed the gold-laced flask on the table. Taking it in her hands again, all of the Dazzlings looked at the recepticle responsible for their marvelous transformation. It was at this moment that their leader saw their true bond shine upon its reflection of their faces. For all her talk of how their magic put them above all else, their visibility caused their downfall. Adagio now knew what really mattered as a Dazzling: Aria and Sonata, side by side, like true companions always were.

From Equestria to Canterlot City, her two bandmates were all she had - and now, all she needed. And she’d taken it for granted. Well, no further. Now they were going to make the world adore them. “We’re starting on those Shadowbolts tomorrow – get Cinch’s prized Shadowbolts on our side, one by one. Trix, you up for more visitors?”

“ C…certainly! Trixie can.. make room~!” Sonata immediately swept up Trixie in a hug, two different shades of blue skin slipping over one another. In that intimate moment, the last of Adagio’s epiphanies came upon seeing Trixie giggle, her body bloated with Aria’s virile essence. So much came to them - and from them - with the promise of a good hard fucking. And here, in this Equestria away from Equestria, magic was a thing only narrowly understood by all. Now, with physical strength that excelled their aural strength, Adagio was ready to bring the real fight to both worlds. No-one was going to stop their fun this time, whether they were named Star Swirl or Sunset.

“Girls, we may not have fully appreciated true magic before…”

Adagio turned to the moon, hanging high over the land she once again saw as her - their - oyster.

“…but we do now.”