One's Quite All Right

by Vis-a-Viscera

Rating: mature
Tags: Adagio Dazzle, Sonata Dusk, Drama, Comedy, Equestria Girls, Aria Blaze, Porn, Trixie, Sex
Length: 9969

The Dazzlings gamble on a new potion to 1) get big again and 2) sing their world back into subservience. Well, one and a half out of two ain't bad.

With their Battle of the Bands defeat and the loss of their gems, it's not easy being a Siren. However, Aria's work with the scheming Headmistress Cinch could give them a second shot at being sinister songstresses. None of them could guess that the potion they drank would make them exotic hybrids - or use their new appendages to explore both themselves and their intrusive Great and Powerful intermediary.

Pic credit goes to Maruoz on DeviArt.

Also, Muscle Mania 2020 Contest; this fic is just the beginning.

Thanks to Falk E on Discord and Clopfic Jesus Some Leech for pre-reading/editing!

WARNING: If you can't Dazzle the world with your brilliance, then Baffle them with your blowjobs. Wait let me try that again
KINK WARNING: Futa x Female x Female x Female ♦ Triple Teaming ♦ Psychic Extensions ♦ Big Ass/Tits (on separate Sirens) ♦ Rough Sex ♦ Reverse(!) Anthro ♦ Light Bondage ♦ Dildo Play ♦ Oral ♦ Vaginal ♦ Anal ♦ Cum Inflation ♦ and Muscles Galore

Published 2020-06-26 19:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-06-26 19:40:00 UTC

Two Is the Most

♫ 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?”

Three Under the Table

“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…

Four Under the Host

“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.”