"You don't have to be nervous. I'm going to take care of you, Buck." Adagio said, without looking up. She was leafing slowly through a book that at this point was beyond antiquity. Diagrams of odd creatures, calculations and runes covered the pages as she searched. She hadn't needed to look up. She could taste Buck's subtle anxiety as he fidgeted on the edge of her bed.

"No, it's...I don't usually Start naked. Usually the clothes come off during foreplay, not before it, for me." He said. He was nervous, certainly. But he was also curious and excited. His feelings drifted to Adagio with a taste not unlike salted caramel. It was a low and subtle taste; he was trying to hide it. Play it cool. Adorable.

"Are you cold? It Is a bit chilly in here. You can bundle up, if you'd like." Adagio said. She kept flipping. She knew the spell was in here, somewhere. She spoke the names as the pages turned. "...Flash's Burst of Speed...Rockhoof's Unending Endurance...Meadowbrook's Heal Bloom...Starswirl's Audacity-good lord, but Stygian was a petty little thing, wasn't he...?" She mumbled. "Ah! Here we are."

"What's that book, by the way?" Buck said.

"Oh, this? An old gift that I've managed to hang onto. It's one of my favorites, though it's been mostly useless until just recently." Adagio said. She stood, holding the book in one hand. It was bound in thick black leather, from a time before leather could be dyed as dark as this. She could only guess at what sort of creature had to be flayed to make it.

"Oh, a gift from a friend?"

"Not as such, no."

"Oh..." Adagio felt Buck deflate. She grabbed a piece of chalk from her nightstand. Adagio kneeled down and began to carefully draw some lines, runes and patterns on the floor. "I need to adjust the incantation a bit..." She mumbled.

"What're you doing, there?" Buck said. Adagio looked up. The only thing covering Buck was a blanket over his lap. What did he have to be modest about?

"I'm getting it ready, Buck."

"Oh, the "Experience"?"

"That's right." She licked her thumb and used it to erase a line or two. Get it right the first time, she thought. You don't want something like this to misfire. "Buck, tell me. Do you happen to know anything about magic?" A geyser of fear. She drank it in and found herself distracted for a moment.

"...I know that magic ain't nothin' but trouble. It doesn't come from here, and it can destroy lives. And protect them, I guess" He spoke slow and careful. His breath smelled of anxiety. Was he afraid to offend her? Precious. Adagio continued on with her prep.

"Well, that's not innacurate. Magic is the element that bridges art and science and scholarly pursuits. It is...what makes a world wonderful. It can also make the world dark and chaotic. It is power incarnate."

"...and also trouble."

"Yes, but so am I, and yet you're still here." Adagio said. She looked up at Buck with a smoldering gaze. His frown shifted up.

"Hah, well, I'm starting to think you're worth it." Buck said, quietly looking away. Honeysuckle. He really did admire her.

"So sweet. Well, what I'm going to do is cast a spell on you, Buck. Don't look at me like that! It will be entirely temporary, and if you feel uncomfortable we can reverse it right away. You're safe." Adagio said. She crossed the room and placed a hand on Buck's shoulder. "You can trust me."

"I can?" He sounded genuinely confused.

"For a few minutes, certainly." Adagio chuckled.

"A few Minutes!? I thought this was about sex?" Buck said, alarmed.

"It is, Buck it is! Just...just relax. You won't be disappointed. Now, listen. Spells draw power from natural magic sources and are directed by emotional intent. I'll need you to relax and try to focus a bit for the spell to work."

"Uh, but I don't think we're close to any natural sources of magic, Adagio. It ain't from this world, and it only ever pops up when some bullshit is afoot."

"That's not entirely true, Buck. It can be tapped and used if you have the right knowledge and skill, even if it's thin. Equestrian magic has been steadily dripping into this world ever since..."

"Ever since that pony version of Twilight came over, right?" Buck said, quickly. Adagio froze. How much did he actually know? She looked at him, squinted. He smiled, raised an eyebrow.

"You know Twilight Sparkle?"

"I mean, everybody does, sorta? But also personally, yeah. We're acquainted. Did you think I was bluffing at Starlight when I said I knew the Rainbooms?"

"How do...no, nevermind, let's stay on track. Get into the circle, Buck." Buck carefully stepped into the spell circle, stark naked. Adagio took her time looking over his form.

"Now, Buck, close your eyes, and tell me the emotions you experience when you have sex..." Adagio said. She stepped forward and started running her hands up and down Buck's back, scratching him gently with her nails.

"I...uh...oh man, well, I feel calm. My anxiety melts away, and I get to do something I'm good at. It feels good to express myself and...you know, cut loose." Buck said. Adagio started rubbing his hips. She pressed up against his back, dug her fingers into his waist.

"Mmm...and what else?" He was warming up. His Lust was rising, slowly. Adagio reached down blindly. Something else was rising as well. She planted a few small kisses on his back. The hair tickled her nose.

"I feel strong, and vulnerable and hot and cool all at the same time. In control, but...open."

"Does that embarrass you, Buck?" Adagio said. She began to lightly stroke along his awakening length. She could feel his heartbeat as he swelled.

"Ah...mmm...maybe a little. But that's okay. Because when you open yourself to someone like that, there's always a little bit of trust, you know? Say, uh, what's the name of the...ah, ahhh...the spell you're about to cast?" Buck said. He was squirming a little. Adagio squeezed him, then took a step back. She lifted the book, pointed a finger at Buck.

"Mistmane's Tantalizing Transformation." Adagio said. There was a flash of reddish light and a sound like a coursing river. Buck's body was enveloped in a cocoon of light blue flower petals which unfolded slowly before disappearing in a shower of sparks.

It felt like every muscle in Buck's body had fallen asleep, filled with that strange, painful static. He thought he would wobble, but some kind of force was holding him up. Lifting him off the ground. He was floating in the air, surrounded by something that felt like cool, fresh river water. He thought he heard the sound of a stringed instrument somewhere far away. Then he fell to the ground slowly, doubling down on all fours. He let his breath go-he didn't realize he'd been holding it. The numbness slowly wore off.

Buck heard Adagio gasp as he started to pick himself up. Then she giggled. Oh man, that couldn't be good. What the hell did he let her do to him?

"Don't open your eyes yet, Buck...! One moment." Adagio said, and then Buck heard her footsteps go and come back with the sound of some lightly squeaking wheels. The squeaking stopped in front of him. He felt lighter. Much lighter.

"Alright. Now, take a deep breath...and look." Adagio purred in his ear. Buck opened his eyes. He saw that Adagio had pulled a standee mirror on wheels in front of him. He lost his breath when he saw what was staring back.

Adagio covered her mouth to hide the big dopey grin that was forming. She knew the species but had no idea which breed he would become. Buck had become something nostalgic and pleasant, and a bit pathetic. She was enamored immediately and tittered a bit with excitement at her new toy.

Buck had been transformed into a Pegasus pony. His golden eyes blinked rapidly as he looked himself over in the mirror. His wings unfurled with shock. They were larger than Adagio expected. Buck's grape colored skin had become fur, his ropey arms now stubby hooves, his mulberry hair now a curly mane and tail with a wide light blue streak running through. They both nearly touched the ground. Buck began to nervously pace around in circles. Adagio gasped. He didn't have a cutie mark! Now what could that mean? Then her eyes crept down and she bit her lip. He was much bigger down there in this form. He was definitely still hard.

Buck was beginning to hyperventilate. Adagio crossed her arms, standing at his side, smirking. Buck looked at her, his golden eyes were wide. Wider than any human's. "It's not permanent Buck, it's just for a little while. Breathe." She said, flatly. Buck nodded and closed his eyes. He focused on settling his breathing. Adagio could taste him cycling through emotions, too fast for even her to read.

"You...turned me into...a pony." He said, squinting in the mirror. His glasses slipped down his snout and hit the floor. Was his voice a bit higher? No, must be her imagination.

"Yes, that's right, Buck."

"My knees are backwards! Okay...okay...you weren't kidding about givin' me a 'unique experience'. Last girl who said that just poked at my prostate for a while." He said. Adagio snerked.

"Adorable. No, Buck, I think you'll find this unforgettable. And I could...I could get at your prostate, if you ask me very nicely." She said. She saw Buck blush. He was trembling.

"I have many questions." Buck said, his voice as unsteady as his stance. Buck reached down and slapped at his glasses. They skidded across the floor. Then, carefully, with both hooves, he awkwardly picked his glasses up and put them on, just for them to fall off his face again. He squinted at himself in the mirror. Adagio plucked his glasses from the floor and set them on her night stand, giggling.

"Well, it's clear to me that you miss being small and precious, so tonight, I'm granting your wish. As for what I'm going to do to you..." She growled. She cupped his face in her hands and smiled evilly at him. "I'm going to spoil you, Buck~." She said. Buck's eyebrows flew up.

"You're going to top me?" He said. Adagio pushed him lightly with her palm. Buck immediately fell over, just catching himself with a stray hoof. His wings flapped and reached out, trying to balance him.

"Just try and stop me." Adagio said.

Buck bumbled up to his feet-hooves, they were hooves, holy shit, how did you even work these things? This kinda thing never came up at game night! He wobbled a bit as he cantered over to Adagio. "This is different...I feel like a stiff breeze could knock me over!" He said. He felt himself brush the ground. "Man, speaking of stiff..." He said, looking down between his legs.

"Oh, you're just the cutest thing! Come here!" Adagio squealed. She lifted Buck in her arms like a medium sized dog, then tossed him onto her cushy bed. Buck bounced a bit into the air, his wings flapping erratically as he landed. He was on his back, spread eagle, standing at attention. Adagio was looming over him in an instant.

"And look at This handsome fellow...I didn't think you would be all that bigger as a pony, but...mmm...look at it throb..." Adagio said. Buck shivered as Adagio's fingers took a long and ponderous walk up his shaft. It was true; he was much bigger as a pony, but also more sensitive. A light and breathy whimper came sprinting out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Adagio stopped and looked at him. Buck had seen that look before. It was the same look that girls got when they saw a video of a kitten on fucking Instagram.

"Hold up, Adagio..."

"Well, well, well~. What have we here...?" Adagio purred. Her index finger slowly traced around Buck's new medial ring. Buck's hips rose and he sucked in his lips. He hummed softly under her touch. Adagio sat down behind him on the bed, scooping him up into her lap. Her breasts rested heavily on his head.

"Adagio, this is...mnngh...! I'm, uh...ahhh...I've having second thoughts, I don't think I-" Buck mumbled, twitching. Adagio squeezed his shaft, giving him a couple of slow pumps. Her fingers couldn't fit all the way around his girthy horse cock.

"Shhh...no talking, no touching...just let me take care of you, Buck~." Adagio slid her fingers up to Buck's flared cock head, rolling them back and forth over it. This was an exotic experience; using human hands to fondle a pony. Adagio doubted either of her sisters had ever felt something like this. He was hard and hot, and the texture of his new cock was smooth to the touch. No hair here, now.

She could feel him dribbling precum onto her fingers. Buck's hind leg twitched while a breathy, nickering moan came out of his mouth. Adagio cooed softly and used her free hand to support him, stroking at his chest fur. "You're so soft like this, Buck..." She said.

"Mmm...nnn...ah! Wait, wait wait...!" Buck moaned high and soft. Adagio pumped his cock slowly, letting him watch as her hand traveled up and down in a twisting motion.

"Is that good, Buck? Your new cock seems more sensitive, doesn't it? Did you know that most ponies are precious little quickshots?" Adagio said. She stopped stroking his chest and reached down to fondle his heavy orange-sized balls. Buck gasped as Adagio rolled her fingers around his sack. "So heavy and warm, Buck...Are you getting close already...?" Adagio pumped him faster. She squeezed his balls as Buck moaned and squirmed. His face was covered by her breasts as he panted heavily. His cock was flexing in her hands.

Adagio hiked up her knee, making Buck sit up in her lap, between her breasts. She gave his balls a light slap, then started rolling her palm over Buck's cock head, smearing his precum all over it. She pumped him faster. Buck quivered and his voice rose again in pitch. He was bucking his hips and squealing.
"Good boy, good boy...don't hold back..." Adagio whispered sweetly in his ear. Oh, the things she was going to do to him...

"Ahh! S-Stop! Nnnnaagghhh....!" He moaned between fluttering breaths. He was hiding his face in his hair.

His wings flapped desperately with every speedy pump. "What's the matter...? Are you gonna cum, Buck~?" Adagio said. A few feathers fluttered from his wing. She was breaking him, finally. His cute little front hooves were holding onto her arms for dear life. Adagio's slid one hand up, running her thumb back and forth over the back of Buck's flare. Her other had went down and squeezed and twisted and tortured Buck with short, rapid thrusts.

"No, please, fuck...fuck...FUCK! MMMM!!!" Buck groaned in Adagio's lap. There. Now, all he needs is a little push...

"What are you waiting for...don't you want to come, Buck? Are you gonna cum for Momma, Buck?" She nibbled lightly on his ear. Buck screamed and he blasted a white stream that splattered onto the carpet a foot away. Adagio kept pumping, feeling his cock strain and watching Buck shake as he came again and again. Adagio thought distantly that she may need the carpet steamer after this, but more urgently she sampled the sweet, succulent emotion that was radiating out of Buck. Chocolate and spicy lust and shame. He was still coming while Adagio cooed in his ear.

"Oooh...ooh! Good boy, goooood boy!" Adagio said. She stroked Buck's hair as he finally started to come down, his semen dribbling down his cock. Adagio slid her finger up, earning a gasp from Buck, and sucked on it, tasting the dollop of cum she had collected. He was saltier than she was expecting, honestly, but no less sweet than she wanted.

Buck was a panting mess in her lap, his eyes glazed over. Adagio lifted his lithe pony form and set him aside.

Buck was in another fucking universe. He had come hard when he plowed Adagio on the first night, but this was different. He didn't know he Could get off with just a girl's hand before tonight. And it had been so fucking fast and easy...he was still shaking from it. No, but it wasn't really the handiwork, was it? It was letting her work him over, and her voice...holy shit her voice. He hated how turned on he was right now. He needed to stop, catch his breath and discuss this.

Buck was just catching his breath when he heard the sound of cloth rustling. "Buuuuuck~" Adagio's voice reached out and pulled him by the throat. He looked up. Adagio's was standing, her feet on either side of Buck's head. She was dripping wet, and her eyes burned as she looked down at him. "How long do you think you can hold your breath, Buck?" Adagio said. Before a single word could leave Buck's mouth, Adagio had dropped her hips onto his face.

Adagio's cunt tasted a bit like perfume and mostly like heat and salt and sweat. She was soaking wet. A soft and curly lawn brushed against Buck's nose as Adagio rubbed her scent all over his face. "Go on, Buck...show me that silver tongue of yours..." Adagio growled, somewhere far away. Her pillowy thighs squeezed his snout as she rubbed against him. Right. She was setting the pace. Buck reached up to try and push her off, but her thick, squishy hips may as well be made of stone.
Buck stuck his tongue out and traced along Adagio's labia, tickling and teasing. He felt Adagio's chuckle reverberate through her body. Buck didn't want it like this.

"Ooh, Buck, you think you're in control?" Adagio grabbed his ears and pressed her weight against him, cutting off his air. Buck began to lick up and down her slit, moaning softly. "Good boy..." She said. She sat up and rolled her hips in slow circles against Buck's tongue.

"You love the taste of me, don't you Buck~? Do you want more?" Adagio said. Buck focused simply on pleasuring her.
Just get it done. He dug his tongue into her hole and rolled it in circles, opposite to Adagio's motion. Her body quaked and she moaned, squeezing his ears like handlebars as she rode his face. Eternity ticked by in the back of his head.

Buck pressed his tongue to Adagio's clitoris and let loose a growling moan. The vibration caused Adagio to moan and twitch. If he was going to let her top him, Buck would do his damndest at least to power bottom well. He twirled his tongue lightly around her clit then pressed in and growled again.

Adagio's thighs squeezed his face and he felt her double over, planting her hands over his head. She started bucking her hips forward hard, using Buck as a sex toy. Her quips stopped and she simply moaned and crushed Buck's face with her thighs.
He was running out of air.

He hoped she'd finish soon. He started licking her clit as hard and fast as possible. He didn't think he'd be able to throw her off in this body. He was starting to panic. He felt her trembling and moaning louder, her thrusts getting harder and more desperate.

Adagio's mind was emptying. It had been so long since she'd gotten to ride a face like this. She tasted just the right amount of fear coming from Buck as she ground her snatch into his face. He was whimpering now, far beneath her where he belonged. But what a talent he was! He had dove right in like a good boy, and he was lashing her clitoris like it was the sweetest candy. She was the best thing he'd ever tasted; she had to be. She was grunting and grinding moaning on him. She was so, so close, dancing right on the edge of Buck's tongue and the best orgasm she'd had all week. Buck's fear and adulation swirled into her.
So close, so close so close, right there!
She dare not speak now; she couldn't let Buck know how well he was doing, he would have to be conditioned slowly, trained up even more. Not simply an excellent battery but an excellent sex toy as well! Nothing less could suit Adagio Dazzle.

Adagio was groaning and shaking and roughly grinding against Buck's face, a hair's breadth from drowning the poor boy, when she felt his cute little hoof tapping her thigh. She didn't taste any adulation. Just fear and fury rising together.

Adagio stopped and lifted her hips. Buck spluttered and coughed and gasped for breath, his fuzzy chest spasming. His eyes rolled about the room in panic for a moment before training on Adagio. He looked adorably pathetic. Adagio tried not to laugh. "Buck, are you alright-"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!?" Buck said, getting off the bed. His wings flared and he pointed an accusing hoof at Adagio. She jumped when he shouted, but crossed her arms and glared back at him.

"What are you talking about?" Adagio said.

"When I said wait, did you hear me at all?"

"What?"

"I asked you to fucking stop, and you ignored me." Buck growled.

"I thought you were being cute, and hesitant." Adagio said, coldly.

"I was hesitant because this is freaking me out! Why the fuck didn't you stop when I asked you too!?" Buck shouted.

"I was enjoying myself. You were enjoying yourself." Adagio said.

"You're not listening to me. At fucking all. Change me back."

"Excuse me? I was giving you a gift, Buck!"

"I SAID CHANGE ME BACK RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" Buck screamed. Adagio shuddered, then sighed and snapped her fingers. He tasted like genuine, seething rage.

With a quick flash of light, Buck was restored to his original hunky physique. He wasn't hard anymore. Buck walked quickly to the bathroom and came back with his clothes bundle.

"Now Buck, listen, I'm sorry you feel affronted-"

"You're sorry I FEEL that way?" Buck spat, pulling his pants up. Adagio felt fury rising back behind her eyes. Her brow furrowed. She stood.

"Yes, but if you're going to act like I hurt you then-" Adagio started, but Buck rounded on her again. He closed his fists and dropped them to the side.

"No, you know what? I'm not having this conversation with you. I didn't come here to be used, or talked down to." Resignation. His anger was getting doused with a stream of sadness and resignation. "Leave me alone, Adagio." Buck didn't bother buttoning his top. Adagio felt her own anger deflate for just a moment as Buck turned and walked out of the bedroom.

Then Adagio's anger spiked as she thought that all she need do is cast a spell. Just a little hypnotic suggestion, or a show of force fueled by his own love. Love. He had felt love, before.

Adagio pulled the sheet around her and ran after Buck.

"Buck, wait! Listen to me, I didn't mean to hurt you." She said it high and urgently. A part of her, an important part, denied this emotion. But her hand moved on it's own to touch Buck's shoulder. He recoiled away and fixed her with a furious look.

"DON'T! Don't touch me right now." Buck said. His glasses were back on, and he was putting his keys in his pocket. He turned to go to the door. Adagio couldn't feel this. She felt her lip quiver.

"Buck, wait, don't go." Half-hearted pleading. She was losing herself again. His hand was on the door. This is your last chance, fool.

"I'm sorry!" Adagio sobbed. Buck turned and looked at her. Looked at her for a while. He closed his eyes. Resignation. Anger. Patience. Not calm. Resolve.

"Adagio...do you mean that? Do you actually care?" He said. His hand hadn't left the doorknob. Adagio nodded her head, slowly. She dared not utter a single word.

"Then listen. I'm pissed right now. Stay away from me. I don't...I can't look at you right now. I'm going to leave my number here." Buck said. He pulled a tiny notepad and an average pen out of his front pocket. He wrote down some numbers. "I'm not giving you my address yet. I don't...I don't feel safe with you, do you understand?" Adagio felt her cheeks heat with a dripping stream of tears and shame.

"Call me in a couple of weeks, okay? Let me cool off, and then we can talk about this. I'm not forgiving you, yet." She could see tears in his eyes as well. Anger. Frustration. Resignation. Adagio knew an old wound when she tasted one. She had dug too deep too fast.

Adagio watched as Buck ran a hand through his hair, trying to straighten himself out and mostly failing. His hands were shaking. This was apparently a thing that they did quite a bit, she was noticing.

"Buck..." Adagio said. She had sunken to her knees.

Stay with me.

Please don't leave me.

Not again.

Please.

"Don't." Buck said. The door slammed.

Adagio was alone again. She could hear the clock on her wall ticking. She had never felt so ugly.

Adagio slid down onto the cold floor. It felt good. Like Home. She was sinking now, feeling the hot tears pooling under her cheek. She waited until she thought that Buck would have to be in the elevator by now.

Adagio screamed.

Author's Note

Song Review: Hurt, taken on its face could refer to the betrayal of Buck's trust, but from my perspective, the song in this case refers to Adagio's broken emotional state at the end of the chapter.
The song is about the lamentations that come after a bad breakup, and the festering regrets of a love that could have been saved.
Adagio began with something like compassion in her mind, but it became selfish in the act of giving, and she wound up hurting the man she is trying to pull in.
This is a sequence of events endemic to her personal heartbreak, and so when it happens to her here, it's all too much to handle.
By victimizing Buck, she is victimizing herself, and kneecapping the endeavor she's embarked on. For a person like Adagio who doesn't admit to failure, this is a crushing blow, and for someone like Buck, who's been scarred but chose to be vulnerable, this is a grim indication of the kind of person Adagio is.