The wait for school to be out is torturous.

You remembered to bring the hall pass with you this time. But today you don’t have any shared classes with the trio, and they manage to evade your sight for most of the day. It’s of little consequence in the end, they can’t get away from you forever. For a moment you consider snapping your fingers and making them fall in love with you on the spot, but then you realize that it would be really boring and very suspicious.

A lot of people commented on your new hair. Nothing mean, some of them even liked it. The biggest barrier to self-improvement is what you think other people will think of you. That little shot of confidence strengthened your resolve. You eventually spot one of your targets amongst the crowd. It’s Sonata.

“Hey Sonata.”

“Hi!” she greets you peppily, not unlike someone who’s actually friends with you.

“You know where Adagio and Aria are?”

You can visibly see the neurons firing in this girl’s head. It takes her several seconds to shake her head, “Nope!”

“They’re avoiding me, aren’t they?”

“Hm. I think so.”

“Whatever, I can just get them over here.” You pull out your phone and send Adagio a message asking her to meet you by Sonata’s locker. Several seconds later she responds by telling you to screw off. “Okay, I guess text messages don’t work.” You’ll need to condition her to follow any order you give, even if it’s not in person.

“Sooooo. Do you wanna’ hang out with me?” Sonata asks innocently. You have to admit, Sonata has her own kind of charm, even if she’s not your first choice of the three. She’s curvy in all the right places and has a pretty face. You’re starting to sound like an old man, so you stop yourself from commenting on her appearance any further.

“Wait, you want to hang with me even when I’m not ordering you to?”

“Yep.” Sonata is every bit as mean as the other two. There’s a reason they’re all friends. She might be the butt of the jokes, and slow on the uptake, but you know they keep her around for a good reason. You’re suspicious of the offer to say the least.

“Sure. What do you want to do?”

“Uh. Let’s go get something to eat.”

“You can pick.”

Sonata leads you out of the school and down to her favourite fast food place, a taco store on a nearby street corner. She devours it so quickly that you don’t even have time to find a table and sit down. So much for this being a normal, relaxing date. The pair of you elect to leave the taco store and wander around looking for trouble.

“What do you think of me?” you ask in between bites of your own food. “Would you go out with me?”

“Eh. Not really.”

“Why not?”

“I get lots and lots of offers from guys way hotter than you. I turn them all down.”

“I’m asking why you turn them all down.”

“They don’t like cooking.”

“You have… surprisingly wholesome taste in men.”

“And I want them to have a huge penis!”

“I stand corrected.”

You’re certain that your magic mind control powers cannot will your own body to make your penis longer. Learning to cook, or making Sonata think that you’re an amazing cook, seems like the best option. The real question is whether you want to go to the effort. Aria and Adagio are much more appealing to you, Sonata doesn’t have the same infamous reputation as them. Nobody would ask many questions if you just brainwashed her into being your girlfriend for real.

Speaking of which, you have a few questions you’d like to ask her. “Hey Sonata, we’re dating already aren’t we?”

“Yeah, so what?”

“Last time we didn’t get to talk about it properly. I just wanted to make sure that you know what it means to be my girlfriend.” The two of you have wandered into the nearby park. There aren’t many people around. You drag Sonata up to the gazebo on the fringe of the park and huddle underneath it.

She pouts, “I already know what a girlfriend is!”

“But if I asked you to kiss me, would you?”

“…No.”

“Girlfriends kiss their boyfriends when they ask.” Sonata nods happily with your order, “They want to spend time with their boyfriend, and in private they’re intimate with each other.” Sonata’s eyes glaze over for a moment. She stands up from her seat and scans the surrounding area, before sitting back down, unbuttoning her blouse and revealing the white bra that hides underneath.

“Woah! Sonata, in private! Private!”

“But there’s nobody here,” she whines, still holding the two sides of her shirt open for everyone to see. It’s a beautiful sight, perky and contained in white lace. But you need to resist the temptation to take things any further for now.

“But somebody could walk by at any second! I mean, if we’re in a house together, alone.” Sonata nods and hides her breasts once again. You need to be more careful with these commands. Sonata isn’t the brightest, she takes things very literally. Trying to explain a concept in such simple terms is harder than it looks. “Girlfriend” is something that everyone understands the moment you say it. It conjures up certain images in your mind, certain behaviours and expectations. But speaking those things out loud is difficult, the definition of the words deserts you.

Yet, siren magic doesn’t work that way. Cultural signifiers and language like “girlfriend” cannot be used to alter another person’s behaviour easily. You need to motivate Aria, Sonata and Adagio to like you, you need to consider every eventuality and make sure that your reasoning is watertight.

“Okay Sonata, you also need to look happy when I show up - and not like you’re about to vomit all over my shoes.”

“But it’s soooo hard!”

This might take a while.

Twilight Sparkle was not having a good time.

In fact, if any words could describe her current mood, they’d be far too foul to utter in polite company. The Princess had entrusted her with a not-so-simple task, which she had accepted with confidence. Dispelling the siren magic contained within the gems was an upmost priority for protecting the integrity of her own world. Except now, the gems were empty as the day they were crafted, and Twilight had no idea where the energy had gone.

It was a disaster, something Twilight had hastily expressed in a frantic letter to her Royal doppelganger beyond the mirror. Almost as soon as the letter was dispatched to it’s intended recipient, said recipient was leaping through the school’s statue and dashing into the science lab that Twilight had occupied.

“Twilight!”

The bespectacled girl turned to face her identical twin with a weary smile. She hadn’t slept very well since losing track of the magical power. Twilight loathed to use the device in her hands, but she had no better options.

“Is that… your magical tracker?”

Sci-Twi nodded, “If we can tune it to the siren’s magic, we may be able to located it manually, and recover it before it falls into the wrong hands.”

The Princess shuddered, “Any hands are the wrong hands! We need to get it back right away!”

“I hypothesize that the thief accidentally infused themselves or an object in their possession with it, and then used their powers to delete my memory of the incident.”

“How could they? We have to stop them. But aren’t you afraid of what might happen if we use this again?” Twilight took the battered machine from the worktop and looked over the construction. This was Sci-Twi’s pride and joy, but it led her down a darker path.

Sci-Twi placed her hand on the Princess’ shoulder with a genuine smile, “Don’t worry. I have friends here now. It wasn’t the machine… it was the darkness in my own heart.”

The Princess acquiesced, “Okay. I think I’m familiar enough with the magic that we’re looking for. Give me an hour and I’ll configure our device to track it down.”

Author's Note

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