Conned

by Jade Ring

Rating: mature
Tags: Micro Chips, Romance, Equestria Girls, Aria Blaze, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Comedy, Profanity
Length: 3514

Micro Chips goes from wondering what's taking his girlfriend so long getting ready for the sci-fi convention to not caring whether or not they go at all.

Micro Chips knows he shouldn't push his luck. He already has a girlfriend several parsecs out of his league. Is it really wise to pressure her into attending her first sci-fi convention? And asking her to cosplay as his biggest nerd crush?

Little does he know that once the dazzling Aria Blaze reveals her new ensemble, actually attending the con will be the last thing on his mind.

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Kinks include minor size difference, slight femdom,role-reversal, creampie, and cosplay fetish.

Written for LewdChapter's 'She Will Be Adored' Contest.

Inspired by the cover art, borrowed from shinta-girl.

Published 2022-01-28 03:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2022-01-28 03:00:02 UTC

The Force Awakens

Micro Chips sighed heavily as he checked his watch for the umpteenth time. "Aria? Are you ready yet?"

"You're the one who wanted me to wear this stupid thing!" His girlfriend's irritated voice rang out from behind her bedroom door.

"I just don't see what's taking so long." Compulsively, he checked his watch again. The first panels would be starting soon. "It's not that complicated to put on, is it?"

"It is if I don't want it slipping the wrong way." He could practically hear her eyes roll. "Sorry if I don't want the whole nerd collective seeing my nips."

"...They are very nice nips." He muttered.

"What was that?!"

"Nothing." Micro slumped in his chair and resigned himself to the fact that they'd likely miss his first panel. Oh well, sacrifices and all that.

Such was the price that came with dating someone like Aria Blaze.

It hadn't been until after graduation that they'd crossed paths for the first time. It seemed like so long ago that he'd first seen her sitting morosely in the local diner, all alone for the first time he could really recall. His first instinct, admittedly, had been to run as fast as he could in the opposite direction. After all, this was the inter-dimensional monster who had tried enslaving him and the rest of the school, fully intending to feed on his adoration. But something made him cross the way over to her and sit down on the opposite side of the booth.

She'd glared at him, purple eyes shining from underneath a dingy hoodie. "Fuck. Off."

Her tone should have sent him scurrying. Instead, he just leaned in. "Are you okay?"

Something had clicked then. Something in her eyes had changed, melted the ice just a little. Maybe she was starved for companionship. Maybe she was planning some form of revenge.

But maybe, just maybe, it was the first time someone had asked her how she was.

And now, here they were six months later. She'd moved in with him a month after that first awkward lunch. As she explained it, she and her sisters were taking some time apart to 'find themselves.' So far, all she'd found was an old tent and a space under the bridge to sleep in it. She'd begun by crashing on his couch. They'd been friends at first, then roommates once she’d secured a job and made enough that he could add her to the lease.

It wasn't long after that she'd found her way into his bed one night.

Micro shuddered at the memory of losing his virginity to the siren. She'd taken his purity from him, and he had begged her for more by the end. Their relationship was normal and equal on the outside. But in these four walls?

He was hers, and they both knew it.

And honestly? Micro wouldn't have it any other way.

Which was a major reason why he was so shocked that she'd agreed to wear the costume he’d suggested. It had been a joke, nothing serious. He knew there was no way someone like her could ever debase herself in such a way, especially for him. But against all the odds, she'd agreed. And now he was sitting, waiting to see the end result.

Waiting to see the woman miles out of his league bring one of his oldest fantasies to life.

"Alright. How do I look?"

He turned... and stared.

Suddenly he didn't give two shits about missing those first panels.

Losing her magical amulet had caused some change in Aria's physiology. Her body, once rail thin, had filled considerably. She was now what the others in Micro's generation so eloquently called 'thick,' particularly in her chest and hip regions. She'd also sprouted several inches, so it wasn't unusual for Micro to have to look up at the villain who had ensnared his body and mind.

And all that body, all those curves? They were now entombed within the metal and cloth of the iconic Slave Leia costume.

Micro's eye twitched as he took in the red cloth shrouded hips, cocked haughtily to the side. He swallowed hard at the sight of that exposed mid-riff. And he was shocked, shocked, that he didn't simply pass out at the sight of those enormous knockers held captive in a leather and steel brassiere.

She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Well? How do I look?"

Micro's nerd brain couldn't stop itself. "You, uh, didn't change your hair."

She scowled, her nose raising in that adorable way she couldn't control. "Yeah? So what?" She tossed her head about, leading her trademark twin pigtails to whip the air around her. "I look better this way."

"Yeah you do." He agreed without thinking.

Aria noticed his stare, and her scowl slowly slid into a familiar smirk. "This is really doing it for you, isn't it?"

Micro swallowed again. Words failed. He could only nod.

Still smirking, she crossed the room towards him, swaying those hips in the exaggerated way she knew drove him wild. "Did you ever think you'd actually have a woman dressed like this standing so close to you?"

He shook his head, his eyes desperately scanning every inch of her, hoping to inscribe the image in his mind forever.

She stopped just inches away, looking down on him. "If I'd have known wearing something like this could turn you on so much, I would've done it ages ago."

He swallowed again, wilting under her gaze even as his pants got that much tighter. "It's... it's not just me. There's generations of guys who experienced their sexual awakening thanks to that outfit."

"So you're telling me that my sisters and I were trying too hard." She uncrossed her arms and laced them around his neck. "Clearly the secret to being adored to the point of enslavement is sexy nerd costumes."

"...I'm hardly in a position to disagree."

"And yet you haven't assumed the position I want you in." Her eyes flashed. "On your knees."

"Yes, mistress." He answered obediently, automatically. Aided by the slight push on his shoulders, his knees bent as lowered himself to the ground. He found himself eye-level with her navel and leaned forward to kiss her belly softly, just the way he knew she liked it.

Aria shivered at the first contact. She hated to admit it, but the outfit was getting her a little hot as well. It reminded her of traditional Saddle Arabian dance attire, minus the cold metal that was only kept from chafing her nipples thanks to some strategically placed athletic tape. Truth be told, this was working out better than she'd hoped. She really had no interest in spending the day in nerd central. Wearing this get-up only wrapped Micro around her finger that much more. Now not only could she avoid being ogled by strangers who would no doubt be rubbing one out to the thought of her later, but she could spend the day with her favorite past-time; dominating her doting boyfriend.

Except...

Except he'd given her so much already, hadn't he? He'd given her a place to sleep, to get back on her feet. He'd given her a warm body to sleep beside.

He'd given her compassion when everyone else had turned her away.

And, through everything, this was the one thing he'd mustered the nerve to ask her for. Was she really so selfish as to just take that away from him, to deny him?

Was she really still the monster everyone thought she was?

The monster he alone had seen past?

Her hands found his cheeks. "Wait. Come back up here."

He obeyed, naturally, but his lustful gaze was clouded with questions.

She looked past the glasses with their taped bridge, looked into the eyes of the young man who had given her another chance. "Given the spirit of things... maybe we could try something different."

"Different?"

"I mean... the costume is called a slave for a reason, right?" She smiled, her eyes hooded. "Why don't you try ordering me around a little for a change?"

Micro blinked rapidly, not believing his ears. "R- really?"

"Just a little." She poked his chest. "Just to see what it's like. And you can't take too long." She leaned down and kissed him softly. "I don't want to miss too much of the con."

Micro could hardly contain his grin. "That's... that's great! Uh, I mean... yeah. Okay. Yeah. Yes. Very much yes. Let's do that." His grin faltered. "Uh... what do we do first?"

She giggled and shook her head. "That's up to you, remember? Here I am, dressed like your fantasy. What would you have me do... Master." She dragged out the last word, intrigued at how it seemed to tingle on her tongue.

Micro's geeky grin slid easily into a salacious smirk as his hands rose and grabbed hold of her exposed midsection. "I like the sound of that."

"I'm ever so glad." She rubbed her nose against his. "So...?"

"Well..." His eyes flicked downward. "Why don't you get on your knees?"

"Of course, Master." She knelt much more gracefully than he had. She looked up from his denim clad crotch and cocked her head to the side. "Whatever shall I do down here, Master?"

"Take it out of my pants." Less tremble in his voice now. His confidence was growing. As was the pillar in his underwear.

"Yes, Master." Clever fingers reached out and undid the belt, the clasp, and zipper in quick succession. She tugged his pants down just enough to allow his cock to spring forth, and she smiled when she heard his sigh of relief. She reached out to stroke him, unconsciously licking her lips. His name might have been Micro, but there was nothing 'micro' about the dick in front of her.

"Did I tell you to touch it yet?"

Her hands froze, and she looked up in time to see him removing his glasses. He folded them and slid them into his shirt pocket before returning his hardened gaze to her. She shivered. He looked different now. Had just a little dynamic change really brought this on?

And was it really making her so damn wet?

"No, Master."

"That's right. No, I want you to put it in your mouth."

'Joke's on you, geek.' She couldn't help thinking. 'It was going there anyway.' She obediently opened her mouth and slid his rod home, closing her mouth around him and moaning at the hot, salty taste of him. Despite her role as the dominant one in their relationship, she wasn't opposed to giving him a little head from time to time. There were few things she enjoyed more than hearing his escalating moans fade into disappointed mewls when she went down on him almost to the point of completion before stopping. She rocked back slowly, loving the texture of him as he slid across her lips. She caressed the bottom with her tongue, and reached up to get her hands involved...

"Ah ah. No. None of that." His hands caught hers and held tight with a grip she rarely felt from him. "You keep those pretty little hands on the floor. That means no touching yourself either."

She moaned in disappointed arousal, but obeyed. She slid forward again, taking him just a bit deeper.

Micro Chips was filling up with something he'd never felt before. Here was the woman he didn't deserve, the one he would do anything for, and where was she? On her knees, with his dick in her mouth. Her shining violet eyes looked up at him with wanton lust. Goddamn, she wasn't just doing this for him. She was actually into it.

If there was ever a time to try something he'd only dare fantasize about, then now was definitely it.

"I want you to stay right where you are." He ordered, hardly noticing the new bass in his voice. His hands reached out and caressed her purple locks, soft and supple under his palms. They slid along her scalp until they reached their goal; the twin pigtails that were the siren's trademark. He secured a good grip on them, and could hardly resist a pleasurable tremble when he saw understanding dawn in Aria's eyes. "You don't move. I'll take care of this."

And Aria Blaze, one of the Dazzlings, forces of evil so powerful that they'd had to be banished from their home to stop them from taking over, winked as a sign of her approval.

She felt him tug her head forward, pulling himself deeper into her salivating maw. He took her deeper than expected, and she had to gulp to keep herself from gagging. He moaned as he reversed course, pulling her hair in the opposite direction. She began to feel the dull soreness in her scalp, but it was overwhelmed by the sheer need that flooded through her body. This was something she'd never experienced the like of. She'd never been so debased. so used. Her toy was making her his, and she'd never considered how much that might turn her on. As he continued using her mouth as a flesh-light, she wanted nothing more than to touch herself, to use those wonderful appendages that were the best part of being human. But, obediently, she kept her palms flat on the floor.

He'd ordered her to keep her hands still. He had said nothing about her tongue.

She thrilled as he moaned at the feeling of her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, She did it slowly, at first, trying to match the steady pace at which he was using her mouth. She moaned in turn at the first taste of precum, silently urging him to push himself deeper.

Micro was lost. He stared down at the beauty as she willingly took what he gave her. Unconsciously, his tempo was increasing. He could see flecks of of spittle starting to fly, and he gasped when his tip hit the back of her throat for the first time. She swallowed and he gasped again. 'Fuck it.' He decided. 'Nothing ventured.' He looped her hair around his hands to strengthen his grip...

...and let loose.

Aria's eyes rolled in her head as Micro began to fuck her face in earnest. The soreness in her scalp was gone now, replaced by a sharp pain that mixed with her arousal and became something else entirely. She gave up on trying not to and gagged when the tip of his dick struck her throat again and again. Her eyes watered with tears as he continued his oral assault. She started to wonder if this was how he was going to finish, emptying his balls straight down to her belly, and she very nearly came from the thought alone.

For a moment, that was exactly Micro's plan. But no, he decided. This load was going somewhere else.

Before she could even register what was happening, Aria felt Micro's cock leave her mouth. "What...?" she managed to croak before the grip on her hair was released and her boyfriend's hands were shoving her back. She cried out as she hit the carpet, blinking away tears, and didn't resist when he hoisted her legs onto his shoulders.

With one hand, Micro pulled away the skirt and pulled Aria's soaked panties to the side. With the other, he guided his turgid length into her molten core.

Aria cried out and very nearly came from the initial insertion alone. Before she could even adjust, he was fucking her. He'd never been so rough, so needy, even in the few times she'd deigned him to be on top of her. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" She cried with every thrust. "Yes! Yes, M-master! F-Fuck me! Pl-please fuck me!"

Micro growled deep in his throat as he did just that. She was as hot and wet as ever, but there was more to it now. She was at his mercy, her hips flexing and rolling to meet his thrusts. For the first time, he truly felt like she needed him the way that he needed her. He pounded away at her pussy, living for the flat smacking sounds their flesh made as it collided again and again. His eyes became transfixed by her full breasts still captive bound in their metal prison. Even held tight, they somehow managed to bounce in time with his thrusts.

Aria looked up at the young man who had saved her as her orgasm rocked through her, harder and more forceful than all but a few she’d had before. Her back arched off the carpet, and the athletic tape finally gave up it's losing battle against Micro's unstoppable assault. Her breasts bounced free of the metal brassiere, her hard and aching nipples exposed to the air.

Seeing the siren's enormous tits bouncing free was the last straw for Micro. With a strangled cry he came harder than he had since that first night she'd come to his bed, positively flooding her with his seed. His muscles locked as the load was delivered, and he lost his grip on Aria's prodigious thighs. They fell apart, Micro's softening dick managing one last string of jizz that landed on Aria's purple landing strip.

They stayed there for a moment, panting, willing their hearts to slow before they exploded.

Aria stared up at the guy who'd just given her the best fuck of her life with something like wonder. Wonder that was somewhat tempered by the warm trickle between her legs. "You... you came inside me."

"Uh, yeah." Micro chuckled. "Sorry. Heat of the moment and all that."

"You... you never cum inside..."

"But I wouldn't worry about it." Micro continued. "I've talked to Flash about it. He and Sunset never use protection, and they've never even had a scare. Flash reckons it's because of some weird trans-dimensional voodoo and..." He trailed off at the look on Aria's face. "What?"

"You... you discussed cumming inside me with your friends?"

"Uh... well... I... uh..." Micro reached for his glasses with trembling hands and returned them to his face. "You see, I...

She launched herself at him with such speed that he never saw it coming. Her lips met his in a fiery kiss, the last vestiges of passion from what had just occurred. He returned in kind, following her back down to the floor, their lips not breaking for an instant.

They parted, and Micro looked down at her in confusion. "What...?"

"You've wanted to do that for a while, haven't you?"

He considered lying, but ultimately nodded.

Aria blinked. "There's... a lot of things you've wanted to do for a while."

Another nod.

"Micro..." Aria closed her eyes. "I don't deserve you."

Micro Chips felt panic rising in his chest. "Aria, no. You're..."

"No. Let me." She cut him off with a glare. "What we have? It's supposed to go both ways. You've given and you've given, and all I've done is take. And the one time you actually ask me for something, all I could think about was how to get out of it. That's not fair. I'm... I don't want to be a monster anymore."

He kissed her again. "You're not a monster."

"You're the first one to ever tell me that. The first one to tell me that I don't have to be the bitch all the time. And all I do is dominate you all the time."

He blushed. "Yeah. But... I kinda like it."

"I know. But you also like being the dominant one sometimes. I never considered that."

"So... you enjoyed it."

She nodded rapidly. "Oh, fuck yes."

He laughed and rubbed his nose against hers. "So... we'll trade?"

"Yes, and not just like this. You keep loving me, treating me the way you do. And I... I'll do the same for you."

"That... that sounds nice. I think I can live with that."

She smiled and pecked his lips. "You're not as dumb as you look."

"Yeah? Well you look..." His eyes glanced down at the exposed breasts, the sweat soaked belly, and the disheveled skirt. "You look amazing."

"I'm glad to hear you think so. But I still need to freshen up before we hit the con."

Micro's eyes lit up. "We're still going?"

"Of course. I said we were, didn't I?" She rolled her eyes playfully. "I guess spending a few hours in nerd central is a small price to pay for the world class dicking I just got." Her eyes flashed dangerously. "But understand this; if I'm going to be ogled by your people today, then you're going to be calling me mistress tonight."

Micro Chips shivered, his spent cock giving a little twitch. "I love you."

Aria Blaze smirked. "I know."

Author's Note

This story takes place in the same universe as the Flash Sentry/Sunset Shimmer stories 'Surrender' and 'Meltdown,' as well as the Shining Armor/Rarity stories 'White on White,' dirty little secret's 'Lily Lake,' and 'Wrong and Right.'