You returned to the gigantic living room and leaped onto the couch, turning on the cinema screen sized TV and enjoying some evening programming. Sonata and Aria said nothing, content to occupy themselves with their own time-wasting endeavours. The harmony doesn’t last long, as a now clean Adagio descends the stairs.

“You look like a beached whale, stinking up the place,” Adagio glared. Although the threat had very firmly been taken out of her words after you fucked her mouth until she blew cum from her nose. You can’t help but worry that you’ve become some kind of monster in the process of doing all of this. But that kind of self-reflective thinking will never get you anywhere. It didn’t stop these three from enslaving people when they had these powers.

“This place is technically my place. So, I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

“How does that work?”

You want to so badly air your ownership over them, but instead you settle for something less insult for Sonata and Aria’s sake, “We’re dating, what’s your is mine, etcetera.” Adagio’s eyes narrow with ill intent. She understood what you wanted to say loud and clear. She huffs and sits down next to Aria on the couch next to the one you’re lying on.

The uneasy silence is broken by the sound of someone knocking on the door. “Did you invite someone over?” you ask. The three shake their heads.

“We didn’t order anything either,” Aria grunts.

You could very easily just ignore it, but that would be rude. You hoist yourself up from the couch, “You three should stay out of sight. Does anyone even know you live here?”

Aria sighs, “Yeah, we’re renting the place, you know, without money.” You’re going to have to double-check with the landlord about that one, and see about getting a key made. The three head to the kitchen while you open the door, revealing the form of Twilight Sparkle. Oh shit. Panic mode kicks in. She knows something. You feel a cold sweat break out under your clothes as she musters up the courage to speak. In her hands is a strange device, with two long antennae poking from the top and a series of buttons and dials on the front face. It makes a strange crackling sound as it crosses over you.

It was a good thing that you told the Dazzlings to stay out of sight. “Uh, are you okay Twilight?”

“I-I didn’t realise you lived in such a nice house!” she giggles, trying to make conversation. The nervous glimmer in her eyes gives away the game before she even asks. She’s looking for the gem, or at least the magic that was inside it. You take a deep breath and try to calm down. Just play stupid – she can’t do anything to you.

“I don’t. I’m just visiting a friend. I didn’t expect to see you show up though. What brings you here?”

“Ah, well. We were just trying to find out where that pesky siren magic went! Which we suspect is you, so we followed my tracking device here and… uh…” Twilight has stopped responding. Your innocent question caused her to spill the beans that easily. You kick yourself, you just used the magic on her, idiot. Of course she’d tell the truth without thinking about it. When in Rome…

“The last ten seconds of this discussion didn’t happen, and you’re free to lie to me whenever you please.”

You snap your fingers, Twilight blinks.

“What brings you here?” you ask again.

“Oh. We were just… looking for something in the vicinity for our class project. Using this…”

You shrug and pull the most dumbfounded face you can, “I don’t know much about your class project.”

You can see Twilight’s face twitch and shift as she internalizes your statement. This girl is a certified nervous wreck. “Right! Obviously. You wouldn’t know anything about it! Haha.”

“Uh-huh. So what’s that meter actually for?”

Twilight, now with the capability of replying to you with untruths, quickly thinks up a new excuse. “…It’s… It’s a dowsing device!”

“A dowsing device, that thing where people walk around with a stick to try and find water?”

“K-Kind of? It’s a lot more precise than that, this is a real water finding instrument!”

You nod, “So you’re looking for water?”

“For a paper I’m writing on the town’s… aquifers.”

“And it led you here?”

“Yes?”

“You decided to knock on a random house’s door to try and find water?”

“Yes.”

You’ve given her more than enough rope to hang herself with here. You decide to put her out of her self-inflicted misery and turn her away, “I think there’s just been a mistake Twilight. Maybe you’re detecting the pool in the back yard?”

She tucks the device into her pocket, “A pool, ah, of course – a pool. Silly me. Sorry for the inconvenience. I’ll see you back at school!” Twilight turns tail and runs. This is the first time you’ve ever seen her running anywhere. You watch her pass through the front gate and down the cul-de-sac road without looking back.

“Man, she’s terrible at this.” You slam the door shut and navigate your way to the kitchen. You could easily brainwash her to get her off your back again, but you don’t really want to use this power on anyone else but the Dazzlings. You’re a prick, but not that much of a prick. Twilight did nothing wrong. Another part of you suspects that she’s already made contingency plans in case her memory is altered. She knows what this siren magic can do, and there are some things you can’t erase. It’s easier for you to preserve as much of her memory as possible and reduce your level of control over her actions than it is to assume direct control.

This is getting really confusing. Twilight clearly knows that something is up, even though you wiped her memory of you getting their magical powers the other day. And Sonata is eating a pickle covered in peanut butter.

“Who was it?” Adagio demanded.

“Twilight, she’s poking around to try and find your magic.”

Adagio rolls her eyes and says nothing more on the topic. You observe Sonata’s eating habits for a moment longer before sitting down at the breakfast bar. Much like the rest of the house, the kitchen is huge, way bigger than it has any real need to be. There’s a full dining room with an expensive glass top table. The kitchen itself has every appliance you can ever think of or need.

Sonata polishes off the last pickle from the jar and throws both of the now empty containers into the trash. Maybe Sonata wants a boyfriend to help cook because she eats like a god damn degenerate. What the hell is she doing?

“I don’t suppose there’s any chance of us remove you from our house for the evening?” Adagio finally asks.

“I asked my parents if I could sleep over at a friend’s, so no. I’ll let you three fight over who gets me overnight.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“Me! Me! Pick me!” Sonata begs, leaning over the bar with an unusually competitive gait. Is she trying to get one over on the other two because you mentioned them fighting over you? Aria and Adagio aren’t playing along.

“Looks like you win Sonata,” you say, wanting to amuse her.

“Yay!” she cheers, “Suck it you two!”

“I don’t want to sleep with this creepy asshole!” Aria growls, grabbing Sonata by the collar and dragging her back down to earth.

“Who says I’m sleeping with you? I brought a bag for myself…”

“Yeah, it’s only a sleepover,” Sonata added. You don’t know whether she’s ignorant, carefree or malicious. You don’t actually have any real intentions of doing something mean to Sonata at the moment. While she gladly enjoyed the benefits of using her powers to enrich herself and tear down others, she also doesn’t treat you with quite as much barely constrained rage as the other two. Sonata grabs you by the arm and drags you away, up the stairs, and to her bedroom.

“Let me give you a tour. Adagio didn’t even mention all of the fun stuff I have in here.”

Firstly, Sonata’s TV stand. You don’t know where she stole this 50 plus inch TV screen from, but it tracks with everything else you’ve seen before. Underneath it is several different game consoles and the appropriate games, also likely stolen with little regard for their actual usage. You can tell that most of them have never been used or opened since they’re still cling wrapped.

Next is the dresser. It’s a mess, covered from edge to edge with dozens of makeup bottles of various types. She also hasn’t wiped the mirror down since she moved in, because you can see the smeared fingerprints and dust all over it. Her bed is much cleaner, although a few errant stains indicate that she doesn’t take the due care to remove her makeup before going to bed. The bed is buried under a veritable avalanche of plush toys.

“Where did you get these?” you ask, grabbing a little elephant and squeezing it between your palms.

“I won them from the arcade, Dagi always gets mad at me and says that it’s a waste of money though.”

“When since have you three had to worry about money?”

“Hm. Ever since we lost our magic, now we have to pay for things like everyone else. Aria started making money by posting pictures of herself online, but she won’t share!” Somehow you are not surprised to find that the meanest of the three girls has an online simp army to pay her bills. Sonata jumps onto the bed and rolls on her back.

“I don’t get you Sonata.”

“Why’s that?”

“You have this bubbly personality, but under all of that you’re just as cruel as the other two.”

“I’m not that mean,” she pouts, “I just have to stick with them. Dagi, Aria and me have been together forever! What kind of friend would I be if I left them behind?”

“You’re loyal.”

“Hm. Yep! I guess so.”

That makes some kind of sense. Even the nicest, most well-meaning people might be hard pressed to go against friends they’ve known for their entire lives. These three have stuck together for a reason, both practical and sentimental; as much as the other two pummel Sonata with insults about her intelligence.

You pull the sleeping bag out from your backpack and unfurl it onto the floor. You could easily demand that Sonata let you into her bed, but it’s weirdly intimate to do something like that. You only made Adagio blow you because she pissed you off. “You weren’t lying when you said you wanted a guy who could cook?”

“Yeah,” Sonata grins, “A cool boyfriend who makes me all the food I could ever want!”

“And a big cock.”

“Huge!” she continued.

You sit down on the bed next to Sonata, who cuddles up next to you. When she isn’t being honest to a fault she’s kind of cute. You wrap your arm around her waist and enjoy the feeling of touching a real, living girl with your real, living hands. You really are one lucky son of a gun. The comforting touch doesn’t last for long though, as a bugbear from your date together returns with a vengeance. Sonata pulls away and unzips her jacket, revealing her bra and bare stomach to you.

“What are you doing?”

“Huh? You said that we should be intimate in private!”

“I guess I did,” you relent. You sit back and enjoy the show as she throws away her top and unhooks the back of her bra. A heavenly chorus plays in your head as the cock-blocking fabric falls away and reveals her wonderful tits. Sonata is the biggest of the three by far. You don’t hesitate to reach out and cup them with your hands. The soft flesh gives way to your probing digits as Sonata blushes and giggles.

“That feels nice.”

“Hop onto my lap.”

Sonata does as she’s told, allowing you to reach around her front and play with them as you please. Her nipples harden under your callous groping. You can die a happy man now, you are living every high school kid’s dream. The feeling of her equally soft butt pushing into the tent you’re pitching downstairs causes blood to rush to your head. You might not be able to avoid sleeping with her now. Not unless you want to give yourself a case of blueballs so bad that you’ll need a wheelbarrow to carry them in tomorrow. As if to make the decision harder, Sonata soon wiggles from your grasp, reaches down into the bedside drawer and retrieves a condom from inside.

“Where did you get this?” you ask.

“They were handing them out at the school fair – I thought they were candy…” The school fair? She must mean that event they had about safe sex a few months ago. For once you’re thankful that they wasted your time with that garbage.

“Boyfriends and girlfriends sleep together, don’t they?” you ask. The anticipation is hurting your chest. Sonata nods and smiles. You lift your own shirt away and unbuckle your pants. Sonata hurries to do the same, removing her skirt and lowering her panties down to her ankles. Unlike Adagio, Sonata had been trimming the hedges, a small tuft of hair lies above her wet labia. For the time being you forget all about the mind control, the magic, the inhuman nature of the person next to you – you’re an excited kid who’s about to have his first time with a hot girl.

Sonata, as you expect, seems visibly disappointed that you don’t have a porn star penis stuck onto your scrawny teenage body. You snap your fingers, “It’s not the size that counts. Let’s get this thing wrapped up.” In this case it’s true. You could order her to cum anytime you like. Sonata swallows her pride and rips open the packaging, placing the rubber against your tip and rolling it down your shaft. The feeling of her fingers brushing against your cock has you on a cliff’s edge.

You lay back on the bed and invite Sonata to mount you. She swings her leg over you and presses the tip of your stiff erection to her puffy cunt. “Is this your first time?” you ask.

“In this body, yeah.”

With that said, she impales herself on you.

Author's Note

Next time, sex.

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