Mistress (Adagio's Big Comeback)

Fog. Pain. Head.

You've made a serious calcula-hhuurrghh... calculatororerrory errory.

Wait, try that again. Smaller words. Tiny words. Little stabbing words. In your brain.

You have erred. There. Better.

Radian Wave and alcohol is incompati-... a bad mix.

You sit up. It's still dark. You're... wearing the Dazzling's t-shirt Adagio wore the other day and your own underwear. Even better, you're in Adagio's bed.

Well, 'in' is a strong word. You're on the edge of it and she's hogging the rest. At least it's warm in here. Adagio's fully covered by the covers, snoring gently. You can just see some of her indulgent orange hair sticking out on top of the pillows.

You need to use the bathroom anyway, so you cautiously climb out of bed. Gravity promptly makes you its bitch and you fall over. How much did you drink last night?

Adagio snorts but settles back into her sleep as you carefully stand, head into the bathroom and relieve yourself. You don't even need to turn on the light thanks to a bright moon filtering through the shutters. Small mercies, since your head's already not feeling great.

What would really help is your phone. As soon as you do your business, you stumble into the bedroom and look around, but can't find the damn thing. Main room it is then.

There's bottles all over the place, your emitter is on the floor, and... ah, there's your phone. Under... a shred of clothing? Not your shirt or pants, that's for sure. Purple, so it's Adagio's.

You wonder if you missed a wardrobe malfunction as she regrew back to her new height as you check your phone for the time. 4am. You focus on the screen and see the sensor app has detected a couple of magic spikes, and checking the same on the emitter shows it's been used.

Oh hell, what did you get up to? You look up the time indexes on the magic surges and see they happened on your phone, only to notice a storage warning as well. Something's gone on... video files? You soon stumble on a couple of recordings you made last night. You play the first:

The camera's pointed at the floor and shakes around.

“Data log number one,” you say and snicker, “what is Addy's preference in men?”

The view rolls up to Adagio's face, who gives a 'really?' expression, rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Not really surprising, but she still seems quite lucid. “In case you forgot, Ray, I really don't like humans. I certainly don't think much of the human form, so I've never cared what you look like.”

“Oh,” you say and sit beside her.

The camera droops and you can only really make out her shoulder and part of her breast.

“So... what do you see in me, exactly?”

“We've had this conversation. You're smart, you're driven... I don't like repeating myself.” She takes a swig from a bottle.

“Yeah, but I've seen this shit before,” you say and finally focus on Adagio's face.

It's like when you met her, flushed red from the alcohol. You think, anyway, otherwise she's blushing and looks cute as hell.

You continue, sounding increasingly sombre, “the geeks and the nerds don't get the hot girls. Nobody's ever given me a second look. Just a skinny freak who could barely socialise.”

“First of all, stop belittling yourself,” she says and gives you a wry smile, “that's my job. Second of all, I mean it. Most humans still kind of blur together for me, but besides those aforementioned traits, I guess...” She stops and fiddles with her hair. “To take a page from your book, Mr. Scientist, you're an anomaly, and it's interesting.”

“Really?” you reply. “I kinda maybe find that hard to believe. I'm not an interesting person.”

Adagio leans back on the couch and stares at the ceiling. “Let me tell you a story, Ray. Remember when said I don't remember our earliest years as sirens?”

“Yuh-huh.”

“We were aquatic in nature, so we struck at coastal villages and towns. We would lure ponies out sailing with friendly conversation, even help them at times. Anything to let us get close to their villages so we could sow disharmony. Every time we fooled them, we took advantage of them and their hospitality. Then they would worship us.”

“You can take advantage of me any time, Addy,” you say and laugh.

Adagio's brow flickers and she gives you a hard stare. “I'm serious. At the height of our powers, people were afraid of us just by hearing the word 'siren', and we just started brute-forcing our way to feeding. Now, flash forward to Canterlot High School, all that caressing and brushing of cheeks? Same deal, we used our charms and wiles to get close and disrupt everyone's ability to work together, then strike and feed. We never let people get close to us.”

The camera droops again and you hear your past self clear his throat.

“In this world, we all disliked dealing with people. Well, Sonata had the easiest time. She was always reactionary and just went with the flow, enjoying everything she could to make the most of the human world. Me and Aria always felt this contempt for humans and we had no problems using these scummy little cretins as we deemed necessary.” She loosens up and leans forward on her knees. “Except this one strange man who found me, one day, when I was alone. A weirdo, who gave his worship willingly. His adoration of his own volition. I've never felt that before.”

The camera rises in time to catch Adagio give a sideways glance at your past self.

She's looking at you like someone would look at piece of art; eager to find reason and meaning in something she doesn't completely understand. It's beautiful.

“It feels nice...”

The video ends at that point. The next one takes place an hour later.

The camera's all over the place and your hand keeps getting in the way. The sound of glass clattering on the table, then the phone comes to a rest on the kitchen table, propped up. It shows Adagio, but you're off screen. She's rubbing her hands and licking her lips, all excited. This time she's well and truly drunk, staggering and swaying about. The amount of empty bottles has increased substantially.

That line about being aquatic in the last video... she drinks like a fish, you think and can't help but chuckle, but stop when a wave of nausea rolls over you.

“Go on. Do it!” Adagio giggles and nearly falls over. “Gimme all that earth energy! Remember, if I can lift you over my head with one hand, you're gonna be my maid, lingerie and all! If I can't, I'll do every dirty little thing you want.”

You laugh back. “I'm doing it! Gimme a, like, gimme a second. Stupid tiny... buttons. I swear I'm gonna make the next one... like... you talk to it and it does things. I'll be like, 'bitch, shoot magic' and it'll be like 'yes sir, Mr. Wave, sir!'”

The emitter chirps and bleeps.

Error messages from incompatible commands, you note.

You suddenly cackle. “There! Wait... fuck, nevermind. Hold on, I'll use the fucking... big bastard.”

You briefly appear on screen, and head into the corner you're building your device, which is also off screen.

A few keyboard presses, and you say, “there, that's got it going.”

There's a knock at the door. Adagio turns around, then shrugs at you off-screen, only for the knocking to intensify into pounding. She retrieves her taser and opens the door to a big, hairy, grouchy looking man.

He brings a level hand up to the top of his head and yells, “I've had it up to HERE with the fucking noise you two assholes're making!”

Adagio laughs. “We're gonna make a whole bunch more, Crate, so how about you invest in a good set of earplugs and get the fuck out of my apartment?”

You hear a few more keyboard taps main machine.

“He's a pegasus? Really? Wait... wait,” you cackle in hysterics. “Maybe instead of earplugs he can get a couple of strap-ons! Get it? 'cause.... he's a peg-ass-us!”

Mr. Crate balls his hands into fists and goes to approach you, only for Adagio to step in the way and brandish the stun gun. He glares at her, snags the thing from her hand and hurls it out the door.

Adagio cusses and takes a step back, but as soon as Mr. Crate moves to approach you again, she does her best to try and ward him off, shoving the guy despite the fact he's twice her size.

She's protecting you, you realise. Drunk or not, you're in this together. You can't help but smile.

Apparently he's at least somewhat concerned with physically shoving a woman, as he looks at Adagio and asks, “what drugs are you two on? Do I gotta call the cops? I'll say this damn much, I'm gonna report you to the-”

“I said, get the fuck out of my apartment, asshole!” Adagio slaps him.

Mr. Crate loses his patience and shoves her out the way and she bumps into the wall.

Aadgio snarls and yells,“that fucking does it! Ray, give me a boost!”

You let out a maniacal laugh. “Oh, hell yeah!” Yet more key strokes.

Adagio cries out in bliss. You see her fin-wings form, her hair extend and she floats. Her clothing draws tight and rips in places.

“Oh, no... don't tell me,” you whisper.

Mr. Crate steps back as Adagio's change is already spooking him, but as always, her siren transformation cuts short and she falls to the floor. She struggles to stand up, but braces herself against the wall. She's back to her new normal 6'2 height. Normal for now. She's already as tall as the burly neighbour.

Adagio growls as stretches. “Now, let me make one thing very clear, Crafty. Can I call you Crafty? Fuck it, as far as I'm concerned, you're gonna be a smear on the fucking wall in a second!”

She hisses and clenches up, and begins to grow again.

“Ray, what are you doing!? Cut it off?”

“Uh... it's crashed again! Shit, hold on, I'll get the handheld.”

You stumble into frame and behind the camera.

Once more you hear repeated failed button pushes, but by this point, Adagio's already six and a half feet tall and still rising.

Adagio cusses, but then focuses on the still terrified Mr. Crate. “You're not gonna say a single fucking thing to anyone,” she says as her back tears through her clothes.

Crafty Crate backs towards the door and Adagio walks after him in an awkward gait. He raises his arms and growls, “get back, you freak!”

She grabs his neck and he chokes in pain as she lifts him dead off the ground. “You're going to get out of my apartment, go back to bed, and forget this ever happened. Unless you think you can spin a girl kicking your ass and turning into a goddess and not sound like you're on something yourself? Because if you fuck with me again, it won't be pretty!” Adagio grunts as her body continues to sheer and tear her increasingly tiny outfit. She's getting close to the ceiling by the time she finishes growing, and looks more akin to an amateur weight lifter than her former fitness devotee look, but she's still decadently feminine.

“Y- yeah, I swear!” Crafty coughs, “j- just lemme down!!”

“With pleasure!”

Adagio helps him by literally throwing him out into the corridor, then closes the door, sighs then turns around to you with a sour expression.

There's a delicious amount of toned power peaking through her destroyed outfit and you're honestly surprised she's got any modesty left. If she breathes too hard, her tits are going to shred through her overburdened top.

“Holy shit,” you say. “Sorry, Addy... you, uh, feeling the after effects yet?”

Adagio folds her arms and says, while squirming, “not in the mood. Suppress it.”

“Oh... okay. I'm really sorry, I screwed up.” More failed inputs.

“Give it here, damn it!”

You appear again and hand her the emitter. She taps a few buttons as she trembles, turning brighter red by the second as she fights through the arousal, and then turns the emitter on herself as she winces.

Probably an anti-earth signal. That would diffuse the energy, but too late for the growth; that's now set in stone.

She grunts, sighs and shakes her head. She studies herself, and can't help but smirk at her even more enhanced body. “Well, no point crying over spilt magic.” she says, then glares at you. “And stop recording, damn it!”

“Okay,” you say as you pick up the phone. “C- can we snuggle at least?”

Adagio sighs. “...fine.”

You put the phone to sleep. Damn, what a wasted opportunity, but you have other issues on your mind now; namely an even bigger Adagio. And that laptop's becoming a problem. You'll have to triple check that later.

You head back into the bedroom and give Adagio a scan. Her earth signal is almost as high as her original siren peak.

Even through your foggy mind, you realise that you'd bet good money she can't get much bigger. She's a ridiculously 'idealised' version of an earth pony-turned-human girl, since it's now level with her siren energy capacity. On the other, you can't help but hope she doesn't suffer the same health issues people that tall usually get. Then again she's unnaturally strong and can resist the effects of alcohol like nothing you've ever seen, so you're not too worried.

She snorts and lifts her head, then pulls the cover down so you can see her face. She squints at you. “Hmm? Ray whasswrong?”

“Uh... do you remember what happened last night?”

Adagio blinks and shrugs. “No? Whatever, just stop messing around and get back to bed.”

You approach and rub the back of your neck. “I think we need to have a conversation about-”

Adagio interrupts you by grabbing your (well, her) t-shirt and pulls you back into bed. You drop your phone and the emitter as she does. She was strong anyway, but now you're nothing to her as she wraps her arms and legs around you, pulls the covers back over, and mumbles, “talk about it in the morning... ”

You have no choice but to get comfortable against your gigantic room mate. Or partner? Maybe girlfriend? Thankfully she eases her grip as she settles back into a gentle snore, and you act as her teddy bear. You start to drift off when she rolls onto her back and pulls you on top of her. Your feet are on level with hers, but your head is tantalisingly buried in between her soft breasts. After a little adjustment, you find her sexy contours a comfortable enough sleeping platform, and drift off.

Then, after what feels like seconds, the doorbell chimes.

Adagio launches upright in a panic and you're catapulted off her and land in a heap, upside down with your legs on top of her makeup vanity. The pain and adrenaline does wonders for your hangover, but that doesn't change the fact that hurt like a bitch.

It's light outside but everything's still in a haze.

Adagio's wide eyed and panicked, she looks around, and stands up, only to sway and fall back on the bed. The wooden frame creaks and cracks under her new, enhanced mass as she first looks at her body, then down at you, then carefully stands again.

“Oh shit, how big am I?” she says and feels her bicep, then cups her breasts and her eyes go wide. She then looks at you and can't help but snort a tiny laugh. “Uh... you okay, Ray?”

“Just... peachy,” you grumble and muster the strength to pull your legs off the vanity and slowly stand. Adagio helps you up and gasps at the height difference. Like last night, you're chest high to her.

Any further discussion takes the back-seat as the doorbell goes again. “Go answer the door, Ray. If it's the cops or something, stall them. Hopefully it's just a delivery or something.”

She heads over to the emitter, and you can't help but be awed by not only her body and size, but the way her footfalls reverberate through the floor. She picks it up and says, “do you think this can still shrink me?”

You shake loose the cobwebs of your mind and massage your brow as the doorbell goes off again. You check your phone as you quickly throw on your clothes. 6:45am.

Too early for a delivery... the idea of the cops busting in any second crosses your mind, but you refocus on Adagio's question and say, “your natural state is still the original siren one, so... theoretically? You'll just have to endure a much longer anti-earth signal after the siren one.”

“Sure, I remember how it works.” She curls a lip at how tiny the emitter is in her hands. “I just hope I don't screw up pushing the buttons.”

“Alt-one and alt-six. That'll make it easier.”

Adagio nods and lets you exit the bedroom, and she closes the door behind you.

As you approach the door, you try and brace yourself for men in uniform, or maybe Crafty Crate again. Who even knows at this point?

You take a deep breath to settle your increasingly queasy stomach and open the door. And your jaw goes slack.

“For realsies? Again? These door numbers are, like, so confusing...”

You fanboy out for a moment and gasp, then cough and stammer for a few seconds.

It's Sonata Dusk! She's everything you remembered about her, just a little older, a little more mature, and still looks more than a little lost. She's wearing a dark burgundy hoodie and pink track pants with red sneakers.

She fiddles with her ponytail of light blue hair with dark stripes as she looks at her phone, the number on the door and pouts. “Like, sorry? This is supposed to be Adagio's place...”

“You're right, it is.”

Sonata looks at you, squints and stares for a few moments. “Adagio? Wow, you've really let yourself go.”

Your hangover returns as you pinch your brow and groan. Suddenly, all Adagio's misgivings about her sister's foibles makes a lot of sense. That was painful. “No, this is her apartment, I'm just living with her.”

“Ooh! Okay, I was getting worried.” She puts her phone away as you let her in “So, like, who're you? And where's Adagio?”

You gesture for her to enter, realise the room's still a complete mess and hastily bag up all the bottles as Sonata watches you with confused expression. You say, “she'll be right out, you just caught us by surprise. I'm Radian Wave. I've been helping her with some things, but I'm sure she'll explain. Do you want anything to drink?”

Sonata smiles and says, “I'll have honey and lemon green tea!”

“We... don't have that. We've got coffee, orange juice, water or cheap cola.” You open the refrigerator and correct, “okay, no cola.”

“Oh. Then why did you say 'anything?' That's super confusing.”

“It's... “ Just... take the loss and deal, Radian. “Never mind. Coffee, juice or water?”

You're saved from further frustration as Adagio opens the door and steps out, 5'5 and almost presentable in shorts and a camisole in matching purple. She stares at Sonata and folds her arms.

Sonata stares back the two sisters square off. The tension rises and you feel the urge to step back. Or leap out the window. That's probably safer considering how volatile their last meeting sounded, though your judgement's still impaired by the hangover, which feels like it's getting worse by the second.

“Sonata,” Adagio says, cool as a cucumber. You can't read her.

“Hi Dagi...” Sonata whispers and she buckles from her sister's glare, instead eyeing the floor and shrinking in worry.

Adagio slowly walks towards her sister and never takes her eyes off her, just laser focus. They get within striking distance and Adagio slowly lowers her arms.

She pounces!

And smothers Sonata in a hug.

Sonata freezes. “D- Dagi?”

“I'm just so, so sorry,” Adagio whispers. There's a tremble in her voice and you can see her eyes grow wet. She just buries her face in Sonata's shoulder, and the hug gets returned as Sonata more openly tears up. The two sisters just remain as they are, as one beautiful, reunited pair. A wonderful display of reconciliation, exposed hearts and togetherness.

And then you throw up in the sink.

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