A Taste of Different Tunes...

Anon never thought he would end up drowning to death in a pond - then again, he never thought he would have wound up in a world of talking and often magical creatures. As ridiculous as it may have sounded, an innocent kayaking trip had ended up sending him to a watery grave. He really, really should have tried his luck with a less dangerous outdoor activity, like spelunking or hiking, because he was on the water for less than ten minutes before he went overboard.

Sinking into the depths, cursing his hubris, the glacial water embraced him. He’d been told that the miniature lake wasn’t even deep, yet he steadily sank dozens of feet towards the bottom. Flailing madly, watching the last of his breath bubble towards the fading light above, his vision darkened. As his consciousness faded, with the world closing in around him, his limbs went slack.

He’d seen shows about near death experiences, back when he was on Earth, but he’d never given them much credit. His life didn’t flash before his eyes, the flow of time didn’t distort, and he wasn’t granted some heavenly glimpse of an afterlife - no, the only thing he experienced was terror. The last thing he saw was a bit strange, although it was more than likely a hallucination; just as he went under, losing his grip of reality, three gigantic shapes drifted towards him.

…

With a startled gasp, coughing and sputtering water from his lungs, he bolted up in a panic. The last thing he remembered was dying - well, he sure as hell thought he’d been dying. Looking around, doing his level best to figure out where he was, he was greeted by what appeared to be the interior of a cavern of some sort. Smooth, slick stone surrounded the chamber in which he rested, deepening the mystery of his condition.

He hadn’t heard about any caves in the area, although it wasn’t like he’d ever expressly asked about them either. The air around him was cold and damp, the rock against him was frigid, and there was perilously little light in the small grotto. Glancing upwards, seeing a small glowing crystal, he knit his brow. Wherever he was, he’d been brought there by someone or something.

Attempting to put the pieces together, overwhelmed by the near-death experience, he absentmindedly scratched his chest. His fingers glided over his bare, clammy skin, giving him a moment for pause. Peering down at himself, he gulped. He hadn’t just been rescued, he’d been stripped naked.

Scanning the relatively small room, finding no trace of his clothes or belongings, he scrunched his nose. He’d heard something about having to have your top removed for CPR, but that didn’t explain why his pants, underwear, socks, and shoes were all missing. As a shiver ran up his spine, reminding him of just how cold he was, he reluctantly pushed himself up.

While it definitely wasn’t freezing in the grotto, he knew he’d need to get dry and warm up, lest he risk getting sick. Under the glow of the tiny, luminous gemstone, he crept towards the only avenue of his escape - an arched doorway leading into a dark tunnel. He would have been tempted to try and grab the crystal dangling from the ceiling, had it not been for a faint glow from the far end of the gloomy, winding corridor.

Steeling his resolve, hoping he hadn’t been captured by some nightmarish creature, he cautiously pressed onward. There would be some grand irony in being spared from death, only to become a snack or plaything for a monster, but the humor did little to lift his spirits. If he was really, really lucky, his savior was doing his laundry and getting him a warm meal. Stifling a laugh, knowing good and full well that he had a better chance of being eaten alive, given the misfortunes he’d been through, he crept closer and closer to the second light source.

Moving as silently as possible, forcing himself to breathe shallow, he reached the mouth of the passage. The chamber he discovered was much more welcoming than the area he’d awoken in. A somewhat shabby couch rested against one wall, heaped with blankets, opposite of a table. Besides the sparse furniture, there were yet more of the glowing gems, three archways leading in different directions, and a book resting on the sofa.

There was no doubt about it, he was in someone’s home, even if it was an unconventional home. Though it took him a moment to realize it, the warmth of the living room eventually dawned on him. Without any discernible explanation, the comfy little area was a bearable temperature, yet that only addressed one of his myriad of problems. Stepping to the sofa, plucking a rather thin linen, he fashioned a makeshift toga for himself.

“H...hello?!” he falteringly called, hearing his voice echo over the stone surrounding him.

Some part of him was reluctant to make a noise, but he couldn’t think of a more reasonable course of action. He’d been saved and deposited in a dwelling of some sort, so whatever had plucked him from the lake hadn’t wanted him dead - at least, not for the time being. He could have ended up wandering around, hoping to find an exit, yet he had no idea where he was or how far underground he was.

Slinking to one of the hallways, noticing a light at the far end of the passage, he pursed his lips. He had no way of knowing where he was, who he may encounter, or what his savior’s intentions were for him, so he forced himself to sit down and wait. Easing himself onto the sofa, swaddling himself in the blankets, a sudden noise caught his ear.

“Hello?” he repeated, hearing what sounded like footsteps.

Something was coming towards him, from the tunnel to his immediate right. Whatever it was, it didn’t sound like it was wearing shoes, although that wasn’t what troubled him; it took him less than a second to realize it wasn’t just one set of feet moving in his direction - it was several. Shuffling towards the far end of the sofa, feeling his heartbeat spike, he anxiously waited.

Seconds unsteadily passed, as he grew increasingly nervous, until the most unexpected thing occurred. A yellow, humanoid face appeared, wreathed in an amber and gold-streaked afro, and peeked over at him. He was shocked enough to see another human, yet the surprise was far from finished. Grinning wolfishly, locking her ruby eyes with his, a girl stepped into view.

“Well well well - I’m happy that you aren’t dead,” the young woman amusedly muttered, sauntering towards him.

Adorned in matching lavender top and skirt, looking completely out of place, her appearance left him wholly nonplussed. He hadn’t seen a human in years, not since he’d been inexplicably flung to Equestria, so her appearance was completely and utterly befuddling. Looking her over, while his jaw flapped uselessly, he looked for any sign of deception or trickery.

So far as he could tell, from her bare feet to the top of her head, she was a human - an oddly colored human, but a human nonetheless. Atypical skin tone aside, she was even pretty damn hot. Her full chest, generous hips, and slender, toned legs tinged his confusion with a hint of amorous interest, before her snicker snapped him back to the present.

“Not even a thank you?” she mused, inching closer to the gobsmacked man.

“T...thanks,” he sputtered, uneasily getting to his feet.

It wasn’t until he stood that he noticed another particularly obvious anomaly about his host - she was absolutely massive. Towering a head and shoulders above him, with his head coming to rest at her bust, she was a literal amazoness. Forcing a smile, hoping not to unsettle his rescuer, he extended an arm towards her.

“I’m Anon,” he timidly noted.

“Adagio,” she responded, coolly shaking his hand, “and I’m sure you’ll soon meet -”

“The best two sirens,” a second voice cheerfully proclaimed, wrenching the man’s attention to the side.

Another figure stomped from the passage, though this one had a distinctly different aura. While she was approximately the same size as the golden woman, the similarities ended there. Her smile and demeanor were like that of a child, innocent and pure, as she carefreely traipsed over, wrapped her arms around him, and caught him in a bear hug. Caught off guard, with the air squeezed from his lungs, he thanked his lucky stars that the embrace was fleeting.

“And I’m Sonata!” the newcomer chirped, nonchalantly grabbing his free hand.

Instead of being an odd yellow hue, Sonata’s flesh was a light cerulean color. Her long, arctic and violet hair was locked in a ponytail, flowing over her back and above her top and skirt, which came nearly to her waist. As strange as it may have sounded, smiling up at her, he almost immediately felt a bit more at ease in her presence.

“Are we seriously going to let him crash here and get our blankets wet? I just did the damn laundry,” a low voice growled, sending a shiver up the man’s spine.

As with the first two, a third figure appeared from the hallway. Just as big as her friends, but even more imposing, she scowled over at him. His smile wilted, his knees threatened to buckle, and he was compelled to flee, but there was no getting away. Locked in his bubbly host’s clutches, he watched the latecomer draw nearer.

“You better be worth all the effort, or else we’re putting you back at the bottom of our lake,” the unnamed woman groused, thrusting a finger to his chest.

With a fuschia hide, sporting aquamarine and violet pigtails, her colorful aesthetic stood in stark contrast to her unwelcoming demeanor. Even if she wasn’t a literal giantess, he would have steered clear of any girl with her sort of attitude. Meekly staring up at her, while her mulberry gaze bored into him, he was saved by an unlikely source.

“Don’t mind her,” Sonata whispered, bringing her face to his ear, “she’s always grumpy - besides, she already told me she thinks you’re really cute -”

“Sonata!” the angry titan bellowed, her face going a beet red. Glaring down at the man, for the briefest of moments, she stormed down a tunnel and out of view.

“Don’t worry, her bark is far worse than her bite -” Adagio snickered, watching her friend depart, “that is, unless you’re into that sort of thing.”

“So,” he uneasily began, looking between the duo, “you three saved me?”

“Mmmhmm!” Sonata hummed, nodding cheerfully to herself. “We sure did!”

Keenly aware that the sheet was the only thing covering his nude body, he squinted up at the blue titan. “And I’m naked because…?”

“Because you were drenched, nearly drowned in our pond, and because I wanted to see if you were as adorable out of your clothes as you were in them,” Adagio nonchalantly replied. Leaning over, casually looking at his backside, she smirked. “Needless to say, I was not disappointed.”

“Me neither!” Sonata bleated.

The prospect of having a duo, possibly trio, of colossi amorously interested in him would have been jarring enough, had he not noticed something stirring beneath their skirts. Despite himself, wondering what in the hell he was seeing, he glanced between their groins. Sadly, as he was quick to find out, his curiosity didn’t go unnoticed.

“In case you were wondering, mine’s bigger,” the golden giantess purred.

Shamelessly flipping her skirt, she gave him an unimpeded view of her crotch. Though she was wearing panties, it was immediately apparent that she was packing a bit more than any sort of ordinary woman. A titanic swell rested beneath the thin, startlingly stretchy material of her undergarment, causing his heart to skip a beat.

Not to be outdone, or perhaps just a bit too excited to show off the goods, Sonata wheeled around and bent over. “Hers might be a bit bigger than mine, but just look at this tooshie!”

Twisting his head, Anon’s eyes widened. Like her companion, there was a massive bulge resting beneath her sublimely supple behind. She’d been right about her ass, which looked both large and exceptionally soft, although she was definitely hiding something more than a meaty puss under her panties. Unsure of what to say, if saying anything at all was appropriate, he found himself suddenly parched.

“So…” Adagio began, stepping forward and grinding her package against his arm. “Since we did fish you out of our little lake, we figured out the perfect way you could pay us back.”

“P...P...Pay you back?” he stammered, feeling a cold knot form in his stomach.

“If you want to, of course,” Sonata giggled, straightening up and turning towards him. “It would be kinda nice if you gave us all a little relief.”

He was sure he’d heard her correctly, although the implications of relief could only mean one thing. “Relief?” he croaked.

“One night each - no more, no less,” Adagio clarified, releasing her skirt and lifting a finger. “It’s technically an open offer, but it seems only fair - after all, we could put you back where we found you…”

While it wasn’t quite a threat, more of a tease than anything, the thought of being deposited at the bottom of a frigid body of water wasn’t exactly welcoming. Doing what he could to calm himself, which wasn’t much, he shuffled back. Though they’d saved him, and were apparently more equipped than any females he’d ever seen, he did have a few questions.

“Can I ask something first?” he timidly murmured, trying and failing not to ogle the amazoness’ nethers.

“Sure! Is it about our junk? I bet it’s about our junk!” Sonata snickered, hooking a thumb over the waistband of her skirt.

“It’s…” he trailed off, being put on the spot. “Yeah…”

“Well you’ll have to find out,” Adagio cooed, flashing her teeth at him. “Though I will say this - we’re tops and we’ve never failed to leave a lover satisfied.”

“Hey, I’m not a top!” the giggly giantess pouted, petulantly crossing her arms over her chest.

“Anyways,” Adagio groaned, rolling her eyes and leaning forward. Bringing her face to a hair’s breadth from the man’s nose, grinning from ear to ear, she chuckled ominously. “So what do you say? Care to bed a trio of sirens?”

With few other options, filled with a strange combination of curiosity, hesitation, and budding lust, Anon slowly nodded. Considering he’d nearly died, he figured a roll with three colossal women wouldn’t be a bad way to wrap up his bizarre day. Even if they had dicks, which he presumed they did, it wouldn’t be the end of the world - besides, it’s not every day you get to bed a mythical creature...