Mistress (Adagio's Big Comeback)

You close the green room door behind you, and everyone sighs with relief. It's a big, well furnished and stocked room that perfectly fits the requests you know Adagio asked for when Sunset made the call to the arena, with a luxury couch, a huge, circular bed, a flatscreen TV and a buffet, all freshly delivered and arranged by the staff for the end of the show.

Aria unslings Metal-Mane, gives her a loving caress, and puts her back into her case.

Sonata attacks the buffet, powering down several tacos before piling up a pasta bowl from the finest gourmet places that deliver.

Adagio's far more subdued as she gets changed into her casual wear. She then pours herself a glass of water, grabs a sandwich and just kind of nibbles at it as she sits on the big, fancy couch. She looks somewhere between tired and relieved.

You're not surprised. While you haven't spent anywhere near as much time as you'd like with her thanks to getting Radwave moving, she's been a bit down lately, and you can't help but feel guilty. This whole year has been messy, but it had to be done in order to get things stable.

You sit beside her and wrap an arm around her shoulders as Aria and Sonata eat and drink their fill, also get changed out of their stage clothes, then sit next to you and you Addy.

“What a weird feeling,” Adagio says and sighs. “I couldn't wait for the comeback tour, and then I was even looking forward to finishing it, but now it's actually over? Kinda feel bummed out.”

Sonata gulps down a mouthful of pasta and says, “you so need a hobby. Are you sure you don't, like, want me to pull some strings to get you a character on my show?”

Aria says, “or you could take up an instrument. I think the Dazzlings'll be even better if we pair up our voices with something to give us more of an edge. Especially if we're gonna kick the Rainbooms to the curb when we take them down once and for all.”

Adagio purses her lips, plants her head on the backrest, with her poofy hair as a cushion on your arm. She stares at the ceiling and says, “both good ideas, but I'm just a little caught up in a low energy funk right now.”

“Aww, cheer up Dagi,” Sonata says and pats her sister's shoulder. “I'm sure Ray'll perk you up later.”

You chuckle. “Oh, sure, put the pressure all on me, why don't you.”

Aria sniffs and gives you a glare. “Speaking of low energy, don't think I forgot what you said about our feeding, and we'd get a reward for keeping it in check? We've been back on scraps for months, and we haven't caused one incident that wasn't already a mosh-pit scrap or fan argument, Ray! Make with the 'reward', and I swear, if it's lame, I'm kicking your ass.”

Adagio leans forward again and gives Aria a counterglare, but then sighs and says, “you did promise, Ray. And don't think I haven't noticed you've been quiet about something you've been cooking up without my knowledge.”

“Oh, oh, what is it? What is it!?” Sonata says and bounces on the couch.

You smirk and stand up, then switch on the TV. You then go through the steps to pair it up with your cellphone, and bring up a recent video that should help illustrate your point.

Well, it will once you're able to skip the commercial for your own phone. Money well spent, according to your marketing department, even if it's gonna be skipped by something like 70% of viewers, and most of that remaining percentage is only because they're doing something else so they're not paying attention.

The video starts, with a dubstep theme that gets backed with an energetic cello tune, before the title appears; “The Melody Scratch Music Match Review.”

A well dressed, groomed and proper looking black haired, purple eyed woman sits beside a blue haired, purple sunglasses wearing funky looking, white clothed companion. You remember them from school. They sit on a couch, behind a table with a standee poster of the Dazzlings tour on top of it, as well as their cellphones (both with the Radwave free energy charging protective case, naturally).

“Welcome to The Melody Scratch music match review. We are your hosts, Octavia Melody and, as always, my erstwhile companion, Vinyl Scratch.”

Their social media tags appear on screen for both, including Vinyl's stage-name of DJ-Pon3 as the she snaps her fingers and points finger-guns at the screen.

Octavia continues, “for episode thirty five, we're not just reviewing an album or single, but rather taking a look at the meteoric comeback of The Dazzlings, who are currently on the tail end of their tour across the country with their concert, Mistress. This is also the name of their chart topping single, that came out with the advent of their first event in Canterlot City. Your initial thoughts, Vinyl?”

Vinyl offers two thumbs up and a toothy grin.

“I must concur, it really is quite something,” Octavia replies. “The Dazzlings really have taken the world by storm, having secured another rising star in the form of entrepreneurial wunderkind and inventor Radian Wave as a financial backer, on top of other reports of a closer relationship. One could easily assume that the fame the Dazzlings have acquired, especially with the rumours of bad attitudes backstage, is a result of just throwing money at venues and marketing, but it's more than that.”

Vinyl nods.

Octavia resumes, “they had a distinct sound back during their late teens, but creative differences drove them apart. With their return, I feel the their melding of genres is a remarkable and unique style that has struck a chord with listeners of all ages. This is only further reinforced by each member's more unique spin; the peppy, upbeat pop stylings of Sonata Dusk, the aggressive, powerful metal influences of Aria Blaze, and the surprisingly refined, classical edge given by their leader, Adagio Dazzle. They can still harmonise as per their earlier work, but I don't recall Sonata and Aria receiving much focus in their early days. Their recent offerings, however, allow each to shine.

“Now, I must admit that Mistress, as in the eponymous single, does raise questions about what's considered 'proper' for all audiences. The concerts are attended by children, yet the lyrics allude to elements of BDSM fetishism and evocative, almost violent imagery.”

Vinyl gives Octavia a look, peering over her glasses with incredulity.

Octavia grumbles, and says, “we were having this debate the other day about what should be allowed or restricted in the public space. I for one think it wouldn't be too harsh to give the show, and no doubt the full album due out shortly after the final show in Manehattan this weekend, some age restrictions.”

Vinyl folds her arms and sticks out her tongue.

Octavia scowls at her friend, points a finger and says, “oh, don't you poo-poo me over this, Vinyl! One can't just sing and invoke such imagery in such a slapdash manner just because a band is popular!”

Vinyl takes a deep breath, points back, opens her mouth and-

You pause the video as you see the evidence you need.

“Aww. Ray, what gives?” Sonata says. “I love this show! Vinyl's hilarious!”

Aria rolls her eyes. “Yeah, I guess. If only she'd learn to shut up once in a while.”

You stand beside the screen and ask, “do you see it?”

“No, duh, we can't see it? You've, like, paused the video,” Sonata says and pouts.

You chuckle and shake your head, then look at Aria and Adagio in case they see what you mean. They both shrug. You then frame-skip a couple of times. “Well?”

Sonata gives you a blank expression, Adagio squints at the screen and Aria leans forward with a raised eyebrow.

You tap the screen with your finger. The table, specifically their phones. A green light is on and, as you rewind a second, pause and frame advance again, there it is.

A little green wisp, being draw into the charging case.

Aria mumbles, “is that... negative energy?”

Adagio's eyes go wide, and she grins at you. “You didn't...”

“Didn't what? I have, like, no idea what's going on,” Sonata says.

You ask, “you've all got your new prototype phones, right?”

They nod and take them out. Radwave Siren Omni's, the upgraded version of the Equine.

“I want you do go into the contacts and call 'bandscan.rad'. Then I want you to draw in energy with your stones, like you would near a conflict.”

Their phones connect, their lights turn green and, as they close their eyes and each of their necklaces glow, the phone lights also turn red.

And a thick, vapourlike cloud of green energy emerges from each of their phones, so much that if all but fills the room with an impenetrable fog, and the sirens begin to feed, drawing it all into their stones, which shine a sinister red amidst the green.

Aria gasps and shouts, “oh, fuck yeah!”

“Yes,” Adagio cries out in bliss, “yes! More!!”

“Woo! This is amazing!!” Sonata squeals.

They all float of the couch as their eyes all glow brilliant red. Their hair extends, resembling tails. Fin-like wings form on their backs and horse-like ears on top of their heads. Finally, the phantasms of their siren forms appear behind them as they all levitate off the ground.

“Ladies. My family. The loves of my life!” You say and let out your mad-scientist cackle, then sweep your arms wide! “Welcome to the Radwave network! Infinite power and connectivity at your fingertips! Every scrap, every shred of conflict that happens near ANY of my devices gets taken in, transferred through the network, and you can tap into it whenever you please!”

They retain their forms but set foot back on the floor as they look at each other, then at you with their admittedly frightening red eyes.

Aria says, “this is more power than we got through all the fights from Canterlot High! How'd you do this?”

You smugly reply, “remember when I discovered dark magic could be stored just as well as normal magic? Sure, I couldn't replicate dark magic, nor the negative emotional subtype, but I did a lot more studying of how conflictive energy works. With a little tweaking, I found I could not only store it, but convert it, send it via the network and restore it with the software in your phones in a customised version of my energy conversion algorithm. It's actually bit lacking compared to what I wanted before showing it off to you, but we're still selling chargers and phones across the globe. This offering was only about ten percent of my projected final estimates.”

Adagio's jaw goes slack. “Ten percent? How long did it take to get this much?”

You look up at the ceiling and tap your chin as you redo the math. “Let's see. Based on what I worked out the other day, that was probably about three days worth. It's still in its infancy.”

Aria shakes her head. “Bullshit. You're telling me we can feed on this much power every three days? And it's gonna get even stronger!?”

You shrug. “There's a lot of vitriol out there, a lot of jerks and assholes. Every time my devices detect that unique signature of that oh-so delicious conflict, it'll get drawn into my devices, so long as they're within a few feet of the energy receiver. I'm still working on extending the range.”

The trio let their forms revert, but their necklaces retain an intense red glow.

“I never doubted you for a second, my muse,” Adagio says with a wink. She then puts on a smug grin as she turns to Aria. “Now, I believe you also made a promise? A reward for our newest Dazzling?”

Sonata raises her hand and says, “oh, she did! I recorded it and everything!”

She taps her phone a few times, and plays a sound file.

“Oh, fuck off, Sonata,” Aria's angry voice says, “He ain't gonna pull through. Look, I'm not gonna drive him out of the group or anything, but he's bitten off more than he can chew.”

Adagio's voice says, “And if he does? Hmm? Come on, you're so confident he'll fail, how about some stakes? Some actual affection instead of your constant jabs and digs. Ohh, how about a kiss?”

“What the fuck... tsk, fine; if he actually finds a way to get us energy without us causing humans to fight. But it's not gonna happen.”

Sonata and Adagio both give their sister a huge grin.

Aria scowls at them both, and tries to direct her anger at you, but she falters. She looks at the brilliant glow of her necklace, then you again and bites her lip. “I don't know...”

Adagio slaps Aria's muscular arm. “Oh, go on, you spoilsport! Don't be a sore loser.”

“Fuck off, Dagi. I... I didn't mean I won't...” Aria stumbles over her words, blushes bright red, throws up her arms and exclaims, “fucking damn it! Fine, a vote! All in favour of us all rewarding Ray?”

Adagio says, “of course.”

“Yessir!” Sonata adds.

Aria stares at you as her face somehow turns even more flushed, and she just seizes up for a while. You can't tell if she's about to punch you or kiss you.

As you begin to freak out, you just say, “look, Aria, don't worry too much. It's just some silly thing. I'm just glad you're happy.”

Aria storms up to you, grabs you by the collar, and pulls you so close you can smell her subtle musk from the sweat she'd built up on stage, but also that familiar siren scent of an oceanic breeze, with a little back of a surprisingly girly deodorant.

She takes a few deep breaths, looks over her shoulder to her sisters, and says, “all in favour of us fucking Ray's brains out?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Adagio says and begins to undress.

“H to the E to the double L yes!” Sonata giggles and does the same.

You blink and your eyes go wide. “Now, hold on! You're okay with this, Addy?”

Your girlfriend shrugs. “No matter what happens, I know your heart belongs to me, but I'm fine with sharing the rest of you once in a while. I also think it might help Ari with her human issues. That and if we're going to be working with Twilight, I suppose we should get into the sharing spirit.”

Aria pushes you back onto the bed, peels off her tight jeans climbs on top and pins you down with the hardest kiss you've received since that fateful night when you nearly lost Adagio. She relents only to rip off her vest, exposing her gloriously powerful body. The harder lines, grooves and ridges of her muscular physique mixing with her softer curves, the way her perfectly pert tits bounce as she lifts herself up then slams her ass back down on your midsection so hard you cough out the air in your lungs.

“I'm not gonna be gentle,” she growls.

You smirk and say, “I've had Adagio at full earth size, I can take it.”

She grins back. “Yeah, but I ain't gonna kiss your boo-boos better, human. You're my piece of meat and this won't end until I say it ends.”

“Um, Aria?” Sonata says as she climbs in bed, fantastically naked. “Aren't we, like, supposed to be rewarding Ray?”

“It's alright, Sonata,” Adagio says with her best grin as she finishes tossing her underwear away. “We'll kiss his boo-boos better.”

You've never seen the other sirens naked, but Aria likes showing off her arms and the tantalising peak through the rips in her jeans, so it left you plenty to picture the rest of her body. You're not disappointed. She's oddly private about working out, but enjoys both the adoration and the fear she can create by being as strong and intense as she can be. She has every right to be proud of her physique. That and, even as a siren so she can't tap into her earth strength, she's a physical force to be reckoned with.

Sonata's... hot damn. She must wear compressive clothing all the time, because naked, she's porn-star levels of curvy, with tits that'll fill your hand as much as her sweetness fills your heart. Your Addy's perfect in your eyes, with a balanced, slim physique that really emphasises her womanly hips but you can't help but wonder if she's jealous of Sonata's generous womanliness.

“Less talking, more fucking,” Aria says as while Adagio and Sonata pull your pants off and you feel a condom get rolled on your erect dick.

Angry and grumpy as her demeanour is, as Aria leans down once more, she has no trouble proving she's into this as the facade melts away, and she resumes kissing you, far gentler. The initial shock of the situation passes, and you respond in earnest by grabbing her shoulder with one hand, gently stroke her neck with the other, and pull her in closer. It's hard to separate her attitude from how soft her lips are, and for a few moments, your tongues meet and she makes a soft moan.

Adagio and Sonata's hands roam and stroke your body as Aria submits to her feelings in full, she gasps as you break the kiss. “Fuck, I need this,” she whispers. You feel the wetness between her legs against your groin as she lifts herself up and guides herself onto your dick. She's extremely gentle and you feel every slow moment of her as she whimpers. Lower and lower she drops, until her hips meet yours.

“You okay?” you say, softly.

That stoked her fires. She immediately scowls at you and grits her teeth. “What,” she says in a breathy voice, “you gonna take pity on me?”

“You're cute when you're in denial, like a meek teenager bedding her crush” you say and grunt as you feel her clench around your length. “Are you sure you don't want to just cuddle instead?”

Adagio and Sonata both giggle, and your girlfriend adds pressure by sneaking beside you and kissing your cheek. Sonata settles against your other side and cuddles your arm, rubbing her cheek on your shoulder.

Aria flushes and the anger turns to fury. “That fucking does it.” She lifts herself up to the tip of your cock and hammers back down with a wet slap of skin on skin. Her nails dig into your chest as she begins bucking you like a bronco.

You bite your lip as the pain and pleasure make a nice balance. It stops you enjoying it too much so you let Aria calm down. She's lost in the pleasure again and slows, enjoying every thrust.

Of course, you've been with Adagio for almost a year. You're more experienced, more assured. And you know how to take control.

So Aria's little gasp as you pull your arms free from your girlfriend and Sonata's grip, take hold of Aria's arms and flip yourselves over, is music to your ears.

Aria says, “what're you doing!?” as you pin her down.

You reach in and kiss her collarbone, her neck as she struggles against your strength. You're probably about as strong as her and only slightly heavier, but now you're on top with? You lift your hips and thrust against her as she moans.

It's fun watching her squirm. Adagio and Sonata put an arm around your back and look down at her.

Adagio giggles. “Ooh, what have we here? Our strongest, bested? Tsk, such a shame.”

“Aww, poor Ari,” Sonata says with a smirk. “Ray's, like, such a meanie, huh?”

You start kissing Aria as Sonata and Adagio lick your neck and cheeks. You feel like a king. Her denial is almost as sweet she tastes. She matches your affection even as she continues to fight, yet gets weaker and weaker as you settle into a firm, swift rhythm that has her grunt and gasp with every slick, luscious push of your dick into her. Aria moans grow in volume. Her eyes lose focus and she begins to just submit. She's all yours as you kiss her and she bites your lip, only to release as the sharp pain makes you push against her harder and her sweet outcry of bliss spells her oncoming climax.

“F- fuck,” she whimpers.

You lift your chest off of her and... wait. Something's not right.

You slow your thrusts, but notice what's-

“Emitt, full strength earth signal,” Adagio says.

Oh.

“Yes, Ms. Dazzle.”

Oh no.

Aria's necklace is gone. She shudders and pulls back from the brink of climax as she begins to grow underneath you. Taller, her curves expanding a little quicker than the rest of her, but her already powerful physique swells and thickens even faster as she fixes a focused glare at you. You risk a look at your girlfriend just in time to see her smirk, and she hides something behind her back.

“Really, Addy?” you say, “after all we've been through together, this is the great betrayal?”

“I have no idea what you're talking about, my muse,” she says and winks at you. “Try not to die. Sirens do like to play with their food.”

Aria grabs you and lifts you off of her, holding you like a child as her body stretches bigger on the bed. She tops out at almost seven feet and ripped. She then rolls over, and pins you down instead.

“Like I said,” she chuckles with a hungry glint in her eye. “You're my meat. I'm gonna tenderise your ass.”

“Hey, no fair!” Sonata whines. “When's it gonna be my turn!”

Adagio says, “it's true. I don't mind giving up my spot if you two want to have at it.”

You swallow your panic at the flashbacks of when you first turned Ari and Sonata into amazons, pluck up your courage and say, “you know what? Let's get this over with. All three of you. Emitt! My endurance and earth sense-boost modes!”

“Yes, Dr. Wave.”

A pulsing rhythm of unicorn energy makes you feel alert and fighting fit.

“Necklaces off,” you continue, “let's do this!”

The sirens look at each other, smirk, Adagio and Sonata remove their necklaces and store all three of them carefully in a shielded case, and all three of the Dazzlings all hum softly as they feel their sensitivity enhance. You gird yourself just as the sisters swell up and out.

Before long, you have the shorter of the three (still just shy of seven feet tall) but most muscular, Aria, the 7'2” Sonata and her just beyond fuckable, now extra curvy body, and your Addy, the most balanced in build, but all 7'6 of her.

You chuckle. “I can't believe you're still getting bigger.”

Adagio smirks back. “Well, someone went and repaired our stones and unlocked our magic potential. Just like way back then, Ray, you made your bed enhancing us, now you've gotta sleep in it.”

Aria barks, “less talking, more fucking already!” She slams you into the bed and sits on your hips. You're definitely not escaping now; she's literally flipped a car over in this form before, one handed and with casual effort, because they blocked in the tour van during one of the first gigs.

“I'll take top bunk!” Sonata says and swings her legs over your head, her eager, wet pussy inches from your face as you take a deep breath of her delightfully exotic aroma, that familiar siren scent but amplified. She's even shaved her blue pubic hair into a heart for the occasion.

“Don't worry, my pet, your hands will do for me,” Adagio says, climbs beside you, and kisses your fingers. “Anything dextrous enough to fix a siren's heart of stone is good enough for pleasing the rest of her, right? And, all else fails, I'll have you all to myself later, so try not to worry too much.”

You don't have time to respond as Aria wriggles against you, making you grunt. Sonata then drives her slit into your face and the heart-fuzz tickles your nose. Not the best start, but you're used to fighting back from impossible odds.

First of all, you run your hand down Adagio's perfectly sculpted abs and you hear her utter a soft, “oooh.”

You grunt as Aria slams down on your dick again, and you're once more thankful for that little edge of pain from the impact to stop you enjoying it too much; you need to prove yourself here, damn it!

Second, you begin rubbing your face, lips and tongue on Sonata's labia while wrapping an arm around her hip. You grab a handful of her juicy, soft ass and revel in the pleasured giggle and indulge that subtle acidic and pungent flavour. Still good, still deep and oh-so indulgent.

You reach Adagio's own trimmed love-patch and, to your relief, she guides your hand the rest of the way. You make contact with her wet folds just as Aria hammers home again, and you earn an aroused growl; Aria's still close thanks to your earlier efforts. You just need to hold on a bit longer. Divide and conquer.

You waste no time and plunge your tongue deep into Sonata, and feel the pressure as she clenches around you and finally gives a guttural moan. This just makes her grind against your face harder, streaking your face with her juices. She may not be as strong as her sisters, but she's still a goddess-sized, super strong siren in human form. One accidental pinch of her thighs will crush your skull like a grape.

Kinda hot to think about, actually. Hot and scary. Your relationship in a nutshell with these three.

Not to deprive your girlfriend of her pleasure, you wriggle your fingers to massage her muscular inner walls. You're a little upset you can't give her all your attention, but Aria increases tempo as she fucks you ever harder and you grunt with each impact. The bedsprings squeal louder and louder as her growls gives way to a roar, and if you didn't have a face full of Sonata, you'd laugh as Aria's already fractured facade of indifferent dominance yields to a high, long scream when she hits her climax. Her inner walls clamp down on your dick and almost drive you over the edge.

You moan, loud and hard, into Sonata's snatch. “L- louder!” Sonata squeals. You press your head harder against her for more reach, and lick deep in her cunt, and you must hit her g-spot, even in passing; she trembles and leans forward, her eyes rolled back and a crooked smile on her face as she bites her lip and hits the wall with her palms, cracking it.

Then you rub your nose against her clit, and it's all over. Sonata screams in a powerful, high pitched and almost musical intensity that you swear makes the glassware in the room rattle. Her cunt gushes all over your face.

Two down. You've neglected focusing on Addy enough.

As Aria comes down from her orgasm, and Sonata rolls to one side and rides her peak, you lean over to Adagio, who lounges beside you as you push four fingers inside of her snatch, and keep your thumb outside. You squeeze oh-so-gently, stroke her insides with your skilled fingers, and run your free digit in a lazy circle around her nub.

More than anything, you're glad to see her face so you know she's enjoying herself. Her gentle smile as your eyes meet. Adagio even giggles a little as you face drips with Sonata's love juices. It just makes you more determined as you wipe your mouth dry with your arm, wriggle free of Aria as she also relaxes on the bed, and run your other hand over Adagio's thigh.

Adagio purrs, “oohh... those hands are fucking magical.”

You suddenly feel a firm grip on your dick, look over and see Aria smirking at you. “Guess who else has good hands?”

She doesn't wait for an answer. She peels the condom off and starts stroking your cock.

You grunt and try and focus on Adagio, so Aria being Aria, she fights dirty; you feel her mouth surround your cock, with a little graze of her teeth.

Oh fuck, then she clamps down with her lips and her tongue laps at your balls. It's no good. Maybe if-

Sonata then presses in, sticking her tongue down your throat as you try to work Adagio up, but the rising tide. You shudder, clench up, then you go off with a long, primal groan, shooting your load into Aria's mouth just as the door opens.

Sunset enters, covers her eyes, and says, “oh, fucking hell, guys! The door has a lock!”

Adagio grins and says, “you want in on an encore, Sunset? A little post-tour titillation?”

“I'll pass, thanks,” Sunset replies. “Let me know when you're ready; there's gonna be a chopper landing in ten minutes.” She leaves and shuts the door.

You recover from blowing your load, flop onto the bed and say, “sorry, Addy.”

The trio all cuddle up to you as Adagio replies, “it was fate; the sirens always win eventually.”

You know she's not disappointed. She was complicit in this game, after all. You even know she'll gladly enjoy a more tender, relaxed bout of lovemaking later.

But as you just lounge in blissful, self-imposed and post-nut wisdom of your failure, you can see her expression sink ever so slightly from this lingering funk of hers, and you just hope even more than before that you can pull through on your big surprise.

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