Hands-On Approach

by PettyPonyDearest

Rating: mature
Tags: Aria Blaze, Porn, Fetish, Non-consensual, Equestria Girls, Sex, Pipsqueak, Profanity, Violence, Slice of Life, Dark, Human
Length: 3157

Aria grapples with her increasing captivation with the biological differences of humans and equestrians.

There is almost nothing that could make Aria's imprisonment in the human world less tolerable.
Liking or even being around these ugly apes called humans was a monumental task as far as this siren was concerned. Far from home, with no magic, no influence to speak of, and on top of everything having to be one of those repulsive humans it's nothing short of the worst thing that has ever happened to Aria, nothing could possibly redeem this situation.

Well... almost nothing.

Submission for the "She Will Be Adored" Contest.

Published 2022-01-24 09:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-01-24 09:40:01 UTC

Gross Extremities

The human body is literally so disgusting.

Many times Aria Blaze had thought this to herself. It’s the one thing she could never quite get used to after banishment from her homeland.

She vividly and often recalled waking up in her new home. She and her fellow dazzlings cried in front of the mirror. How ugly and disfigured their bodies had felt.

Did feel.

Adagio was never quite the same.

Sonata took things surprisingly well. But she was a moron, according to Aria.

Those two would get along fine. Aria thought herself the worst off as she always had considered herself the prettiest of the Dazzlings. But by human standards it was anyone's game, Aria supposed.

She could never quite stomach “Skin”. Even animals had the evolutionary sense to grow fur or scales but stupidity is genetic in these creatures, she supposed.

Aria tried to grow back what hair she could, but it grew in such abominable, inconvenient places that her legs and arms were the only things she kept unshaved.

The stacking logistical problems if you don’t shave parts of your body took some getting accustomed to.

You can barely see the hairs on her slender arms. It made her feel weak, bald, and ugly. When she had a beautiful even coat of scales and slick but substantial muscle, Aria shimmered under the sun, the moon, and in the glow of her magic.

“Now I’m a butt-ugly bipedal ape, who grows hair in the most stupid places, bleeds in the worst, and literally starts to cook everywhere else on a hot day.” She mused morosely.

Aria was particularly disgusted by the awful stubby things humans stand on. They’re not built for speed, that’s for sure… She couldn’t feel much of the wind in anything anymore because of all of the awful fake ‘fur’ these meat bags wear.

Sure Equestrians had clothes but wore them for special occasions, the occasional indulgence. Humans wear clothes in private. Ridiculous.

She fondly remembered when she could feel the wind flow across her sleek, strong body as she flew, and the rush of the tide against her scales, it was her favorite sensation.

Now when I even so much as break into a brisk pace these horrible milk slings bounce like crazy and hurt my chest.

“If only I wasn’t as ‘well endowed’ as Sonata or Adagio, I’m sure I’d be more comfortable.”

But nooooo, just big enough to be a nuisance, she inwardly complained, checking her outfit in the mirror. She cupped her breasts through her blouse and sighed.

“Bra” they would say. Blegh. Another stupid human invention, meant to constrain their gross appendages as if they were shameful, to begin with. She could even concede to humans on that one… we are gross.

She bit her lip as her thumbs grazed her areola through the cloth, she quickly wrote off the sensation and brushed herself off.

She wears a ‘sports’ bra because she would rather go on living comfortably for the rest of her miserable existence with her “tatas” in check.

Also because she’d rather die than wear a regular one.

She definitely didn’t mind the stares that all these hormonally imbalanced creatures casted her way when she lacked the volition to wear a bra at all.

“Tits suck.”

She’d cut the awful things off if she could muster up a damn.

There is one thing, however, that, in Aria’s eyes, made a human living at least somewhat bearable. More bearable than she would ever care to mention to her fellow Dazzles...

She had known it on the first night when she attempted to drag her hooves across her new face;

Digits. Fingers. Dextrous, numerous extremities. Opposable thumbs.

Opening soda cans, Rock, Paper, Scissors, Sign language, double-joints, joints in general, articulation…

Gifts from the goddesses themselves.

Touch, sensation. The feeling of running those marvelous fingers through everything she could get her hands on. It became an obsessive hobby for Aria. So she would fidget, she wasn’t very good at it.

It was hard for her to hop into the mind of an idiot, which she regarded fidgeters were in the top contenders for most idiotic.

If only she could fidget herself, but who was she gonna ask to teach her? Fidgeting dumbasses?

Her sisters seemed to take no heed of hands or fingers. They took them for granted like they do their ability to carry a tune. Adagio seemed to be more concerned with what she didn’t have than what she did. And Sonata would seem great if every part of her personality wasn’t fundamentally annoying.

Her companions at least didn’t lack hairspray, the fumes were enough to fog the natural world.

While walking on the street she passes by a tea shop and sees two people sipping from elegant cups.

Back home, you’d be lucky to pick up a tea cup without looking like a moron. Aria murmurs as she passes.

She began gazing at a man typing on his laptop… those little movements, so many of them…

Aria found a barely audible yet discernibly husky gasp escaping her lips.

Collecting her scattered thoughts, she digressed.

Merely entertaining the thought of having to pick something up with her hooves made her shudder with disgust.

Earth ponies were so gross.

Imagine not having magic. She revulsed at the memory of seeing so many Earth ponies do basic tasks with their… teeth.

Fucking. Garb-o.

Fingers, however…

She would sit in class - a necessary evil for magic’s sake- barely focusing on what the teacher was saying.

The boy who sat directly in front of her, was fidgeting.

Goddesses… fidgeting, he was probably an irredeemable moron. But at that moment she couldn’t think of a more captivating thing than how that moron toyed with his pencil, twirling it through his wonderfully thick digits.

With a thick head to match. She grumbled, filing her gaze on his other hand, which was discretely opening a bag of chips.

The way his thumb pressed the eraser between spins…the way his fingers slid inside the bag to retrieve a snack… A tingling sensation shot through her body and made Aria squirm in her seat.

She wished that those types of dexterity came naturally to her. Snacking was so much easier with magic.

Fingers took the same getting used to as the rest of her body. For the first few weeks, she would walk around subconsciously making “hooves” by balling up her fists. But soon she started opening and closing them constantly, just for the sensation of digging her nails into her palms.

People made the assumption that she was just angry. When really, nothing could’ve been further from the truth. She wanted more things to do with her hands. More importantly, she wanted to watch others do things with theirs.

Whenever the Dazzlings were out to eat, she found her eyes drifting to the people with “finger foods”

Aria would try to maintain her composure while nervously eye-ing some jock eating a burger… The way he was squishing it, so it could fit into his mouth. The way the bun crumpled in between his fingers…

“Fuck…” She thought, shifting a little.

“Are you even listening??” She heard Adagio accuse.

Aria tuned in long enough to shoot her accuser a snarky comment. “I could listen in my sleep better than you two spit spunk. Relax.”

They shot Aria such hot glances, but they didn’t deny the innuendo.

Aria found it absolutely hilarious that they both knew that they were whores.

She had seen Sonata and Adagio come and go with a siren’s share -and then some- of copious sexual partners. It made Aria equal parts sick and giggly that she could lord her virginity over them.

“What’s the matter? Tongue got your cat?” Aria murmured, the remaining Dazzlings shot her a look but kept talking.

She barely touched her own food, it was one of those things that required a utensil. She was dying for that kind of experience. She licked her lips watching another girl eat some fries…

Another downside of being a human was managing how bulbous and unsightly you could become if you weren’t absurdly careful of what you eat…

As much as she desired to sink her fingers into the bun of a juicy burger, or delicately indulge in sensually shoving fried potatoes into her gullet, a light salad would have to suffice.

Although, there was something to be said of delicately holding something like a utensil in her hands.
In Aria’s eyes, there was no point to living if she wasn’t drawing the eyes of others. She had seen how all the humans would avert their eyes when a blubbering mass came tromping down the halls, pretending to be nice while cruelly avoiding all contact.

That wouldn’t happen to her, she adored how boys -and even girls- would lust after her. She was baffled at any creature being attracted to the monstrous human body, nevertheless, she found it endlessly amusing when boys from her class would watch her bend over to pick something up or how their eyes would drift downwards when engaged in conversation.

How they would stare, even fantasize about her. As they should. But anyone who did immediately regretted it. She would lay into them with such venomous blunt sarcasm that they wouldn’t dare try again. The upside to this is that when she tore them a new one, it made them fidget…

The effect Aria had on the opposite sex wasn’t lost on her. Back home, there was always some creature or another looking to bury their snout -among other things- into her plot.

If they brought her food and presents sometimes she’d let them try. But since coming to this strange new world, she hadn’t the stomach to engage in even that kind of sexual conduct with such an alien set of extremities.

“Extremities…” Her mind started to wander as she twiddled with her fingers, she stared at them intently.

She had very often wondered… No, every day since banishment had she wondered what it would be like to use fingers to-

Aria had never masturbated, the thought had occurred to her but she always felt as if self-pleasure was beneath her. There was always some desperate horny creature willing to do that for her and why shouldn’t she be worshiped? She was a siren after all.

But lately…

Human pheromones are outrageously powerful. Whether these apes realize it or not, they seem to be in a constant state of arousal. The most damning evidence is the way my juices coat at least half of the chairs I sit in.

Never until recently did I understand the need for panties. Coming from a society where your sirenhood was covered by a few glands and scales, it seems pointless to try to cover it with MORE… ‘clothes’... blegh.

But now Aria understood, it must have been because female humans are constantly trying to hide their arousal while at the same time carelessly tossing pheromones every which way with reckless abandon, purposefully throwing the men into fits of nonsensical fraternizing, which leave all the women with a severe advantage over their prey. To think this society was so sexually dominated. It vaguely impressed Aria. She loves what they’ve done with the place.

But she’d never do it with a human. Body disfigurement aside, Aria couldn’t find a human worth sitting on, let alone have a taste of her nectar. Even if she did, somehow the thought of…

Those unusually flexible digits, grazing her body with the skills of a.. typist, say. Or a fidgeter, even. Gag, but… yum. Her face was deeply flushed, it had become a problem. The thought of…’ it’ was too overwhelming for Aria to contemplate seriously. She had to be careful now too of where she could willfully watch someone fiddle with something without having to excuse herself midway.

She was worried she might cross that line. Her self-worth might plummet and just give in to the sensations she knew humans could bring with their experienced hands, thumbs and fingers.

Goddesses forbid, and who are they to forbid her, really. That she should entertain the possibility of someone else touching her that she was not even vaguely attracted to. The scenario frightened her to a mad point of wanton release. Underneath her skirt, her womanhood was slick with anticipation.

She dared not touch because she hadn’t before.

Aria liked to bully smaller guys into doing her bidding. Today it was Pip’s turn. He was a good diminutive boy, polite, kind, got good grades, was pretty popular with the ladies. But none of that was of any concern to Aria.

The only thing Pip was to her was, a fidgeter, a major one and it only got worse when he was confronted with any type of aggression.

Cue Aria.

“Hey, Pitstench.” Aria brazenly exclaimed. She had accosted Pip just outside a bathroom stall and now stood between him and the exit.

“It’s uh, Pip… You’re not supp-”

“Shhhhh.” Aria cooly approaches Pip, silencing him with a steely gaze.

Pip starts to fidget. He alternates connecting his opposite thumbs and forefingers.

Aria quickly glances at that phenomenon, biting her lip. But continues towards him until Pip finds there is nothing but a wall behind him and nothing but Aria in front. He doesn’t know where to look and his hands shoot up to his shirt collar as if to let heat escape from it.
He sweats and he fiddles with his bowtie. Aria has to prevent her jaw from going slack at the sight of it, she reaches out with her dominant hand and runs her fingers through his hair, while her other hand seizes his neck.

She squeezes Pip’s neck, his fingers shoot up in gnarled twists as he grasps at the air.

Aria sees this and notices she hasn't taken a breath in a while.

She lets out a pent-up groan as she releases her hold on Pip’s neck…he collapses to the floor, grasping at his shirt collar. Aria just watches.

“W-why are you doing this? What do you want???” Pip says, coughing.

“I thought you’d never ask. The tie, lose it.”

“Y-you want my bowtie?”

“I want you to take it off.”

“I -I uh….”

Aria just slowly eases in, so her lips are almost touching Pip’s, she doesn’t say anything, just raises an eyebrow. She is now bent over, so she can look him in the eye.

Pip's fingers are shaking as he tries to undo his tie, the mad scrambling of his interlocking thumbs and forefinger sent an electric surge up Aria’s thighs and she could feel her arousal starting to manifest, feeling streams of her nectar graze across her labia.

She sticks her ass out to prolong the sensation of this, desperately it seems, not to indulge with any type of touch..

Pip finishes untying his bowtie.

“H-h-here,” Pip says, offering his bowtie to Aria.

“I don’t want it you, dork!” Aria exclaims. Then she feels herself shaking as she pushes out the words. “P-put it… Put it back on.” She finishes shakily, further cornering Pip, trying to maintain her composure.

“Back on? I uh-”

She pulls his hair and scowls at him.

With less hesitation, Pip’s hand retreats and he nervously runs his fingers across the laid-out fabric of his bow-tie.

“Shit…” Aria barely managed to suppress as she found her hand shooting to pull down the bottom of her skirt. She began running her fingers unevenly, awkwardly, through his hair, relishing the sensation of each strand. She pulled herself close to his face, wanting to intimately watch what was about to unfold.

As Pip began trying to manage with his bowtie, the sound and feel of Aria’s desperate breaths against his panicked gasps were like dynamite in his ear and it made his head spin.

He begins the process of making the first knot when Aria interrupts.

“S-slowly.” She gets out in a panted whisper. She is visibly trembling and Pip is as well, with a mix of fear and arousal.

Too paralyzed with fear to say anything he shakily and slowly ties his tie with practiced ease.

Pip notices Aria stopped breathing again. He also found that his eyes were shut reflexively out of fear. He must’ve kept them shut the whole time he was tying.

He opened his eyes. Aria wasn’t there.

Pip fell into a stupor and gingerly fell to the ground in tears, with an erection that pushed precum out of his thinly weaved pants.

Something catches his eye on the floor just shy from where he sat. A small glistening pool of something… Hesitatingly but knowingly, he puts a finger to it and brings it to his lips.

After which his eyes shoot open and with a sort of ravenous hunger he dips his hand in the glistening pool, brings the moistened palm to his face and ravenously sucked, licked, and sniffed while his free hand tugged at his sheathed erection. He wept as ejaculate shot from the taut fabric of his pants in short liquidus ropes.

Aria slammed the door to her room. Yup, no finishing the school day after that. She panted heavily and sat on the edge of her bed trying to catch her breath.

The fringes of her skirt were soaked. She discarded it and quickly relieved herself of any other clothes. Her pussy still tingled, she had climaxed. Without even touching herself, she came harder than any young buck could make her.

Her face and body fully flushed at the position of her hands. In her lap. So close to her-

As she balls up her fists in frustration, her legs reluctantly open and she caresses her thighs as if her fingers had a mind of their own, they explored her erogenous zones, expertly. As the tip of her middle finger was coming to rest above her pubes, her hand froze and she recoiled in fear.

“I’ll never be able to stop, will I?” Aria concludes with shaking hands.

Yet, her middle finger explores her slit. Lubricated with her shame and pleasure, she closed her eyes and expertly, delicately crested her clitoral hood with the tip of her ring finger, cumming immediately.

“F-f-f-ucckk….. Oh shit…..*pant pant* Oh my, - Holy-...”

She convulsed with pleasure in waves. All of a sudden she felt the blood rush from her head and she drowsily collapsed onto her bed, she inspects her fingers which are slippery from her sex and she wipes them on the sheets and she passes out,

An hour eventually rolls by. Her head slowly shifts to the clock on her bedside table. It reads 10:45 a.m. She reacts to this, gets up and throws on some clothes, does up her pigtails, and heads out the door.

She remembered that they had an ESL (Equestrian Sign Language) Class, and she didn’t want to miss it.