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Siren!Anon

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Created: 2021-07-16 21:31:33
Updated: 2021-07-04 21:22:38
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  1. >be anon
  2. >be male siren stuck in barbieland
  3. >get pretty used to living there
  4. >live a quiet life, minimally using magic
  5. >the humans are fairly easy to manipulate
  6. >you managed to get a apartment, that you don't pay for
  7. >the landlady thinks you screw her every month as rent but a bit of mind rape magic always does the trick
  8. >enroll in a school called canterlot high
  9. >you ensure your gem in secured to your belt buckle
  10. >hopefully no shenanigans ruin your quiet life
  11. >and hopefully you don't run into any other sirens, competition sucks ass
  12.  
  13. <<<<<
  14.  
  15. >Be Anon.
  16. >Once the Tyrant King of Sealantis, for about a month.
  17. >Destroyer of the Saddlerabian coast.
  18. >Yes. The whole thing. Their coastline is four miles further east than it was before.
  19. >Consumer of the Third Kraken, and that's only because your older sisters got to them before you.
  20. >But middle age has gotten you bored out of your serpentine skull.
  21. >Your last pack was killed by a school of razor whales.
  22. >Fucking idiot women, always trying to prove that they’re ‘strong’ enough.
  23. >Well, now they’re dead enough, and you’re fucking sad and pissed and fucking done with this world.
  24. >Whatever; it was over a decade ago, you fucking loved those bitches.
  25. >It drains most of your stored energy but you open a one-way portal to the garbage dimension.
  26. >That’s what you call it, since everything that can open portals tends to dump their monsters, unstable magical artifacts, and unwanted stepchildren there.
  27. >Swim through and oh fuck, legs. You hate legs. Fucking pieces of shit, controlled falling bullshit.
  28. >The falling is not so controlled, and you end up on your face in some wood just outside a city.
  29. >You aren’t naked.
  30. “Fucking clothes.”
  31. >Your voice is higher. Damn, you had a good baritone going back on Hearth.
  32. >You get up, look at your weird new body, and shrug, this’ll do.
  33. >You start walking into the city.
  34. >Fast forward six months.
  35. >The apartment is shit. It’s dingy and damp, but it’s in a bad neighborhood, so you can collect ambient hatred and sadness from the domestic abuse situation next door.
  36. >You take a long drag on your cigarette. Humans had some neat shit. Drugs highest among them. Tobacco, caffeine, LSD, cocaine, heroin, though that last you’d only tried once. It’d taken most of your magic to flush the shit out of your system.
  37. >You thank whatever gods gave you sense that your body was resistant to addiction.
  38. *knock knock knock*
  39. >You tap the ash off the balcony and stroll through the barren apartment to the front door, opening it to reveal the landlady.
  40.  
  41. >Chrysalis was a hair shorter than you, which made her fairly tall by human standards.
  42. >”Rent’s due, Anon~” She tried to say sexily. Technically it was the seventh of September, not the first, but you didn’t complain.
  43. >You blow smoke in her face and your ruby red eyes light enough to make the smoke glow around her.
  44. “We’re about to go back to your room where I will vigorously and repeatedly pay you, dear Chryssi.”
  45. >The woman hummed and started walking down the hall, her fat ass jiggling left and right as she sashayed.
  46. >It wasn’t that Chrysalis was unattractive, even though she was a bit pudgy from the dozen or so kids she’d had in her fifty years.
  47. >You just didn’t have the time, you had school today.
  48. >That and she was a really selfish lover, always taking what she wanted without giving anything back.
  49. >Also human copulation was WEIRD.
  50. >Sure it felt really good, but it was messy, and sweaty, and tiring, and you had to worry about pleasing the other person.
  51. >You’d figure it out if/when you decided to begin forming another pack.
  52. >Right now you need to attend high school.
  53. >Which sucked, but it also made things a bit easier.
  54. >The thug who you’d ‘convinced’ to create your fake ID said that the younger you could pretend to be the easier it would be to turn your fake trail into a real one, and the faster you could do that the less likely it was that you would be found out.
  55. >So, you were Anon, 19 years old, re-doing the last year of highschool to get some extra credits for college.
  56.  
  57. <<<<<
  58.  
  59. >You lead Chrysalis back to your nest- bed. Stupid human terminology.
  60. >She strips off her cloths and lies on the bed looking at you expectantly
  61. >You make a show of taking off your shirt, humming while doing so
  62. >Your gem glows softly as your magic activates
  63. >Chrysalis gets a blank look and goes limp
  64. >She'll wake up in a few hours thinking she made you scream her name
  65. >You put your shirt back on and head outside and wait for the school bus
  66. >Humans are so easy to manipulate.
  67.  
  68. >Be bacon bitch, or Sunset Shimmer
  69. >You heard about an interesting new student who is starting school today
  70. >Anon
  71.  
  72. <<<<<
  73.  
  74. >Be sunset
  75. >You managed to corner the new kid
  76. >Celestia's fat plot that's a tall colt
  77. >He's at his locker
  78. >Walk up to him and do pic related
  79. "So what's a cute tall piece of ass like yourself doing here?"
  80. >He just looks down at you dismissively
  81. >You don't like that.
  82. "Hey! I'm talking to you!"
  83. >He walks around you and heads into the mens room
  84. >How bucking dare he!
  85. >You follow him in
  86. >Caramel, that bastard, screeches like a banshee at your intrusion
  87. "Get the fuck out before I-"
  88. >He runs out before you can finish your threat
  89. >You spot Anon further in the restroom
  90. >Smoking
  91. >Blackmail spotted
  92. "So, wanna tell me why you're smoking?"
  93. >He looks at you from the corner of his eye before takes a drag
  94. >After that he turns to you and then looks you up and down.
  95. >Judging you.
  96. "What? Like what ya see, slut?"
  97. >"So-"
  98. >He blows smoke in your face before continuing
  99. >You wave it away
  100. >"Is this some sort of power trip for you?"
  101. "The fuck're you-"
  102. >"Shut up. Let me guess, you had a pampered life but that wasn't good enough. You did something stupid and got your shit pushed in so far it gave you some sort of complex."
  103. >He flicks your snoot
  104. >"And while you're here you're the Queen Bee, queen of the castle full of hormonal teenagers desperate for approval."
  105. "Shut the fu-"
  106. >He grabs your chin and forces you to look him in the eye
  107. >"You're a pathetic femcel womanlet so desperate to prove to the world, mommy or daddy or even herself that she isn't a waste of space."
  108. >He finishes his cigarette and flushes the butt
  109. >You swore you could see his eyes glowing
  110. >"So here's what you'll do: fuck. Off."
  111. >He gives you a light push and walks out of the restroom
  112. >That...bastard!
  113. >Who the fuck does he think he is?!
  114. >You are bucking Sunset Shimmer!
  115. >You run this place!
  116. >And you'll...
  117. >You'll...
  118. > You'll F̴͙͗̃ú̴̦̔c̶͕̉̌k̵͈̏͋ ̷̡͆o̸͙̗͒f̸̥̰̂f̵͔̐͘
  119.  
  120. <<<<<
  121.  
  122. >Be Anon.
  123. >It’s lunchtime as you enter the cafeteria.
  124. >First and second period were social studies and math respectively.
  125. >You skimmed through the books provided, absorbing what you could of this place’s history and geography like you’d been doing with this world’s internet in the months you’ve been in this dimension.
  126. >History forms culture, culture forms language, and language is your primary tool.
  127. >You lick your lips and wink at the silver haired young woman sitting at a table and her eyes go as wide as dinner plates.
  128. >Though perhaps your looks were doing just as much work.
  129. >You’d quickly learned the best way for a male in this universe to look good and put yourself on a strict exercise and dieting regime.
  130. >Your muscles swelled just enough, with a thin layer of fat softening your features.
  131. >Your skin was flawless and smelled of spice and citrus from the high end boutique body wash you used.
  132. >Your hair shone in the light and was thick with volume.
  133. >You were the picture of masculine perfection to these mortals.
  134. >You smile up at the only creature in this universe taller than you, principal Celestia.
  135. “Good afternoon, Ms. Celestia. Might I say that you’re looking radiant today?”
  136. >She smiles at the compliment, “Thank you, Anon, are you finding everything ok?”
  137. >She is clearly aware that you were buttering her up.
  138. >Well, at least she’s not an idiot.
  139. >Shame you can’t mind control her, you’d already expended your excess on the girl later, you’d need to stock up.
  140. >True malice was difficult to come by outside of some pretty fucked up situations.
  141. >Damn your younger self for accepting the Mantle.
  142. >Power is nice, but being able to feed off petty discord makes power more abundant to your kin than it was for you.
  143. >Perhaps you’d find a gun and break up a sex slave ring later.
  144. >It always felt nice to do a good deed and be rewarded with power as the slavers screamed and cowered as death approached.
  145. >”Is something funny, Mr. Conflagration?”
  146. >You were smiling at the thought.
  147. “Just enjoying being in a new place, ma’am.”
  148. >She smiles, “Well, why don’t you go talk to some students instead of letting me take up all your time, make some friends.”
  149. “I think I will!”
  150. >You look around the room.
  151. >Movies about highschool lied.
  152. >You’d expected to see cliques. Jocks, nerds, geeks, whatever, but that’s not the case.
  153. >Sure, there were groups of friends, but they were a mixed bag.
  154. >Stoner looking dudes would hang with a bunch of idiots playing a card game.
  155. >Jocks were joking with nerds about a new video game.
  156. >And generally the kids were mixing and mingling.
  157. >One kid might move between two or even three different groups of people.
  158. >How unfortunate, it would be easier to disappear if things were more regimented.
  159. >You could play the outcast weirdo and be left alone for the year, for as fun as it would be to throw the school into chaos fucking around with children was both boring and cruel.
  160. >You’d have more fun when the idiots you’re messing with had the launch codes to ICBMs.
  161. >Making your way to the food you’re joined by a poofy haired girl, “Hey there! I’m Pinkie Pie! I know everyone in school, but I don’t know you, so that must mean you’re new! Which means I get to make a new friend!”
  162. >You smile a bit uncomfortably.
  163. >This girl reminded you of someone back home.
  164. >So, what’s your name?” She bounces.
  165. >Oh.
  166. >No bra.
  167. >Hello titties, how are you today?
  168. >Perky I see.
  169. >Ain’t it strange how quickly the sexual traits of a species you’ve transformed into can become things you find interesting, even attractive.
  170. >You bring your eyes back up to the shining baby blues of the young woman in front of you, though she doesn’t stop bouncing on the balls of her feet, which does its best to distract you again.
  171. “I’m Anon, charmed.” You give a winning smile.
  172. >”Oh you’re such a cutie-patootie! What are you having for lunch? Wanna sit with me? We could sit with…… Well, we could sit in my favoritest spot!”
  173. “Sure.”
  174. >And that’s how you made your first friend.
  175. >A month later three girls look up from where they’re sitting in a booth in a coffee shop.
  176. >Their gems flash.
  177. >A cold sweat breaks out on Sonata’s brow, “D-dagi....” She quavers.
  178. >Adagio licks her dry lips, “Damn. Why now? We’ve been doing fine for son long, why does a Tyrant have to show up now?”
  179. >”Do you think that’s what we felt here in the spring?”
  180. >Adagio nods, “Yeah, it fits. A Tyrant broke through into this reality, and now it’s gathering power. We need to either stop it, take its power, or convince it to leave before it gets too powerful. I might hate this fucking place but I don’t want to see it turned to ash and glass.”
  181. >Aria walks up to a bulletin board, “That was near the school, right?”
  182. >”That’s where the traces we found were, yeah.”
  183. >Aria plucks a sheet of paper off the board. It reads: WANTED: Music for the Canterlot High Fall Formal. All music must be PG, references required.
  184. >”Deadline for this is tomorrow, and it’s in a week, think that’ll be enough time?”
  185. >Adagio nods, ”It’ll have to be, we can’t let something on the level of a Tyrant walk around unshackled.”
  186. >”It could be a nice one?”
  187. >Adagio shakes her head, “There were only three nice ones, Nata, you know that, and they’re all dead.”
  188.  
  189. <<<<<
  190.  
  191. >Be anon
  192. >Sitting by Pinkie at lunch again
  193. >It's weird to have a relationship with a non siren
  194. >"Nonny why don't you like fun stuff??"
  195. "Oh I do enjoy having fun. You just don't like what I find fun."
  196. >"Taking candy from a baby isn't fun"
  197. >To be honest you just needed a small boost and the baby did the trick
  198. "I gave it back didn't I?"
  199. >"That doesn't make it not mean!"
  200. "Well, I found it funny."
  201. >"You're such a meanie!"
  202. >You were about to respond but stop
  203. >The cafeteria doors slam open and you feel a familiar presence
  204. >Sirens
  205.  
  206. <<<<<
  207.  
  208. >Poof, Goof, and Aloof all strut into the school cafeteria as if they owned the place.
  209. >Now, you didn’t know who they were at the time, but the story reads better if you use their names rather than referring to them as ‘the orange poofy one,’ ‘the bitch,’ and ‘the blue menace.’
  210. >Their booting open the doors had every head turned toward them and a hush fell over the room.
  211. >Then, before the principal could demand what they were doing they began singing.
  212. >Your ears pricked to the song. It was a standard mass charm spellsong, but it had been altered.
  213. >The beat was slightly off, and not in a way that would make you imagine that they were from a different part of Hearth.
  214. >No, these three were definitely from the South Luna Sea, but they had altered their song, perhaps to better fit humans?
  215. >You did have to put a lot of energy into charming the humans, so perhaps this gets around that.
  216. >Around you the humans began stomping, clapping, and banging various items along with the song.
  217. >Interesting, they were PARTICIPATING in their own hypnosis.
  218. >They’d never done that when you tried your spellsongs.
  219. >You would learn the secrets these three held.
  220. >Then they would bow to your authority as a Tyrant.
  221. >You reached up and pinched Pinkie’s ass hard enough to snap her out of it.
  222. >OW! Nonny! That hurt.”
  223. “I’m sure it did.” You sipped your orange juice. Proper orange juice, not that sugar that tasted only mildly like oranges that Pinkie likes.
  224. >She scrunched up her face, “Meanie!” Before going back to her food, listening with one ear to the song going on in the cafeteria but no longer in its trance.
  225. >You are certain, by now, that Pinkie is really only staying with you because she has no one else to hang around with.
  226. >As the three in the center dance a rather lascivious dance on the lunch tables you ponder.
  227. >Pinkie was ‘friends’ with everyone in the school.
  228. >Mostly this just meant that she knew everyone and knew their birthdays and such and that she could approach and talk to anyone.
  229. >But she didn’t have anyone close.
  230. >You’d gotten a little bit of the story out of her.
  231. >She used to run with a group that consisted of RD, AJ, Ra, and FS, but over the summer they’d gotten into a series of rather large fights that had resulted in them not speaking to each other.
  232. >When you’d learned about what the fights were about you’d laughed in Pinkie’s face, much to her chagrin.
  233. >They were rather petty, but that wasn’t unusual for young women, from what you can remember.
  234. >They would likely make up before Christmas break, and your little pink menace would be gone and you’d be free to pursue other avenues.
  235. >Now, don’t get it twisted, Pinkie was attractive, and she wasn’t a bore or an idiot like many of the children here, but she was a bit young for you.
  236. >Yes, she was legal, technically, but 18 against 1800 is a bit of a gap.
  237.  
  238. <<<<<
  239.  
  240. >And that’s not even your actual age, that’s just when you lost count.
  241. >Ah, it seems the song is coming to an end, and with the glazing of everyone’s eyes you can see that it was successful.
  242. >You wondered for a second what they wanted.
  243. >Then you dismissed it, you’d know soon enough.
  244. “Gonna head out for a smoke.”
  245. >”I’ll come with!” Pinkie quickly jumped up, shoving the last of her lunch in her mouth and bulging her cheeks like a chipmunk.
  246. “You hate it when I smoke.”
  247. >She swallowed, “Yeah but I’d rather be with you while you did something that I don’t like than… not.”
  248. >Pinkie hated being alone, especially in a crowd.
  249. >You’d let her tag along for this next part, even though it might put her in danger.
  250. >You slowly stand from the table and walk out the back, making sure that the three sirens see you exiting.
  251. >They’d follow you, if they were smart.
  252. >They would have known you were weak the second they stepped into the building, since your presence is large enough to engulf the building, while theirs only extends a room away, explaining why you couldn’t sense them until they were nearly on top of you.
  253. >Fucking Mantle, more trouble than it’s worth.
  254. >Great and terrible power, they said.
  255. >Great discounted price, they said.
  256. >You just need to destroy an entire city, they said.
  257. >Do you know how long it takes to burn down an entire city and kill the population therin?
  258. >By yourself?
  259. >Too. Fucking. Long.
  260. >And what did you get for all that work?
  261. >The powers of natural disaster scale destruction.
  262. >Fucking. Useless.
  263. >You’ve used said power all of four times in the thousand years since you got it, and each time you’d come to regret using it in the first place.
  264. >If you ever met that gypsy woman again, you were going to unleash destruction on her asshole.
  265. >And no, that wasn’t a metaphor.
  266. >You round the last corner to the ‘smoke pit’ which is out back behind the large gymnasium that’s a separate building from the main school for some reason.
  267. >And who do you find?
  268. >Sunset Motherfucking Shimmer, smoking like it’s going out of style.
  269. >Sunset wasn’t looking very sunny these days.
  270. >Bags under her eyes, limp shoulders, bent spine.
  271. >The look of a defeated woman.
  272. >You grin, knowing full well what’s brought her to this low.
  273. >He had two thumbs and a winning smile. That’s right, THIS guy.
  274. >Sunset had been trying to fuck you up in any way she could for the past month since your first meeting.
  275. >Not having the power to waste on hypnotizing her every day you’d resorted to a mixture of flirting, backhanded compliments, and turning her own plans against her.
  276. >It wasn’t that hard. Sunset was kind of an idiot.
  277. >Sure, she was practically a prodigy when it came to actual schoolwork, but her plans were… lackluster.
  278. >They mostly consisted of Sunset not so sneakily trying to get you into trouble with the principles. The only problem was that, as mentioned previously, she’s a bit of an idiot.
  279.  
  280. <<<<<
  281.  
  282. >Obviously doctored photos, ‘recordings’ that were demonstrably not your voice, ‘eye witnesses’ that broke down crying and admitting that Sunset forced them to falsely testify for her the second they were in a room where she couldn’t hear them.
  283. >The girl had spent more time in detention and suspended in the last month than the entirety of her three previous years.
  284. >She looked like she hadn’t slept in days.
  285. >She probably hadn’t.
  286. >You’d cast a spellsong on her that gave her nightmares.
  287. >She’d gone from the biggest creator of misery in the school to its greatest source.
  288. >Hell, she was almost miserable enough to give you access to some REAL magic.
  289. >You ponder again if it’s worth it to truly make her hate you.
  290. >Nah, you’ll keep her where she is, no need to push her over the edge she’s sitting on.
  291. “Hey there Sunny buns.” You say, striding up and pulling the smoke from her lips and taking a drag off it.
  292. >You blow the smoke in her face. She always hates that.
  293. “Fancy meeting you out here. When did you start being cool enough to come by?”
  294. >”Fuck off, shithead, I don’t have the time or energy to deal with your bullshit today.” The flame haired fallen angel snarled.
  295. “Sunny, Sunny, Sunny, now is that any way to talk to your biggest fan?” You unceremoniously shove the cigarette back into her mouth, making sure to leave enough spit on it so that she can taste you.
  296. >You can feel Pinkie seething in rage behind you.
  297. >She hates when you do this, flirting with Sunset.
  298. >Hates Sunset too, for all the evil shit the girl has done over the years.
  299. >Not real hate. Not real evil, either. Ah, to be young again.
  300. >You hear the clicking and clomping of heeled footwear making its way toward you.
  301. >You’d need something stronger than tobacco for this encounter, so you pull out your opium pipe and fill it.
  302. >’Opium,’ You think to yourself, ‘The dealer's choice for your opioid use.’
  303. >The trio of sirens comes around the corner in time for you to rip a fat cloud right into their faces.
  304. >Coughing and sputtering they wave away the smoke.
  305. >God you loved doing that. There’s nothing that quite says disrespect than blowing smoke in someone’s face.
  306. >Bitch slapping comes close though, which is why you step up and bitch slap each of the sirens across the face, hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to send them to the ground.
  307. >You take a second and final long drag on the pipe before knocking the ash out of it.
  308. >Slowly blowing the smoke out your turn to face the trio.
  309. “Now, do you want to kindly explain why the FUCK you’re on my turf, ladies?”
  310.  
  311. <<<<<
  312.  
  313. >Be Adagio
  314. >You really, really really REALLY want to be somewhere else
  315. >You feel the urge to flare your fins and hiss but with a human body
  316. >"Are you all dull? Answer my question."
  317. >This smug bastard
  318. >You were about to talk but...
  319. >>"We're gonna kick your ass and make you our bitch!"
  320. "Oh god damnit Aria..."
  321. >The Tyrant actually pauses for a second before chuckling at your sister
  322. >The chuckle turns into laughter
  323. >Sonata awkwardly joins in
  324. >The Tyrant stops and stares Sonata in the eye, his eyes glowing
  325. >"No."
  326. >Sonata shrinks submissively
  327.  
  328. <<<<<
  329.  
  330. >Be Adagio, about ten minutes ago.
  331. >So, this one isn’t a young one.
  332. >Siren’s don’t have a Challenge Glare until they’re at least a thousand.
  333. >Then again, if this male were a Tyrant and still under a thousand they might as well just give up and die now.
  334. >The real question is, which Mantle did he have?
  335. “Don’t look at her, look at me.” You snarl, stepping forward.
  336. >The boy whips around to sneer at you, exposing his canines.
  337. >Your non-existent hackles rise.
  338. “You might think you’re big shit, but you’re nothing here, hear me? Nothing.”
  339. >His lips peel back from his teeth in a mocking parody of a smile, “Looks to me like the only nothings here are three lost little minnows who thought they could eat the shit of a shark.”
  340. You get up in his face, “You think we can’t feel how weak you are, shithead? You couldn’t fight one of us. With the three of us together you’re crab food.”
  341. >He steps back and reveals the two young women standing behind him. They both stare at you furiously.
  342. >”Why do you think I’m so weak, spawnling? I’ve a pair of thralls.” His grin is manic, his insanity pulsing out of his ruby ringed emerald eyes, “How do you feel about three on three?”
  343. >Shit, this situation just went from a guaranteed win to a fifty fifty split. No doubt if you got into it here at least one of you would die.
  344. >Not an option, you hadn’t spent a thousand years in this hellhole to die to some upstart. You’d just need to hang around, make sure he never to enough power.
  345. “Well, I guess it depends on who I’ll be fighting.” You hedge.
  346. >The boy turns his head to his thralls, "Pinkie could you take Sunny away? I need some privacy."
  347. >He waits for his thralls to move away before continuing.
  348. >”Anon, Tyrant of Disaster. You can bow now, I won’t hold it against you.”
  349. >Did this asshole thing you were stupid?
  350. “Anon’s dead. They tore his corpse off the Sealantian throne and paraded it through the streets. I would know, I’m his older sister.”
  351. >”Bullshit.” He snarls, “The only member of that family still officially alive is Melody, the matriarch. I would know, I kissed her on the cheek before hopping into this ocean forsaken dimension.”
  352. >Wait, Mom’s still alive? Huh, didn’t know the old whale had it in her. Or this prick is lying, which is more likely.
  353. >”You think we’re just going to believe you, you sack of shit?”
  354. >The boy reaches down to his belt buckle and with a click the front face slides away, revealing a very familiar jewel. It’s identical to the one around your neck, except for the little swirl of violet at its center representing his Mantle.
  355. >Either he was telling the truth, or you’d finally found your brother’s murderer.
  356. >One way to find out. You start humming the lullaby your mother would use to put you to sleep.
  357.  
  358. <<<<<
  359.  
  360. >The three other sirens around you freeze for several seconds, and then they ALL join in.
  361. >Oh fuck.
  362. >It’s actually him.
  363. >It’s your little bro.
  364. >You’d thought he was dead for the last thousand years at least.
  365. >Oh fuck.
  366. >Don’t cry.
  367. >Don’t fucking cry Adagio you are a ROCK, you are a WALL, you are the ALPHA.
  368. >You’re totally crying.
  369. >He’s crying.
  370. >Sonata is bawling her eyes out.
  371. >Aria is making this little pained noise in the back of her throat as she tries to keep her tears in.
  372. >The four of you slam into a group hug.
  373. >You’re all blubbering.
  374. >He’s so tall.
  375. >You’re so short.
  376. >What has he been doing for the last millenia?
  377. >What have they?
  378. >You talk for what feels like hours, but in reality is about thirty minutes until the bell in the school rings.
  379. >Anon looks up from the dirt where he was drawing out his tales, one of his little personality quirks that obviously hadn’t gone away in his adulthood.
  380. >You smile at the little stick figures.
  381. >Then you frown as Anon’s ‘thralls’ return.
  382. >He’d explained that he’d had neither the time nor inclination to make actual thralls.
  383. >Which is fair, they’re pretty useless. You and the girls had stopped using them nearly 500 years ago.
  384. >The pink one founced up to Anon and grabbed his left arm, hugging it between her breasts.
  385. >Your big sister alarm is going off at full blast as the straight haired, leather clad harlot looks up at Anon with what is no doubt faux innocents.
  386. >”Nonny! We gots ta get to class!” The woman dressed like a skank says.
  387. >Anon smiles down at you, “Yeah, I’m still integrating here in Canterlot, so I have to get to class, it’s nice to see you three, we should talk later about what you’re going to be doing here.”
  388. >Right, he’d only been here since spring, and you suppose that the low stakes environment of the school system would be a good place to acclimate to this dimension.
  389. >You ponder what you should do going forward as the pink haired one and your brother walk away.
  390. >Obviously you still want to rule the world, but that plan hasn't been going well, since magic here is scarce on the ground.
  391. >The only time you’d gotten even close to powerful enough to accomplish that was when you found that small colony of dragons living in the mountains.
  392. >Their misery and anger had lasted for years before they had finally killed each other.
  393.  
  394. <<<<<
  395.  
  396. >To be honest you were still riding the wave of energy that had gotten you, but you needed to find more Equestrian magic if you were going to so much as take over a town.
  397. >You walk around to the front of the school as you think.
  398. >You’d have to test the pink one somehow, make sure she’s good enough for your brother.
  399. >Hmm, there’s that other girl, with the flaming hair, that Anon was hanging around with.
  400. >Her misery is potent, like the smell of flowers freshly fertilized with manure.
  401. >She’s arguing with the vice principal, who appears to have taken some kind of strange crown away from the girl.
  402. >You shrug, not your problem, and you and your sisters head toward your ‘tour bus.’
  403. >Aria would have to write some new songs for the Fall Formal on Friday, which means she only has two days to figure it out.
  404. >Your usual songs about sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll probably wouldn’t cut it.
  405. >There’s a flash from the corner of your eye and you turn toward it.
  406. >The vice principal and the flame haired girl are both gone, but now there’s a new young woman and a dog sitting in front of the weird horse statue.
  407. >Whatever, you need lunch.
  408. >”I’m thinking of sandwiches today.” Sonata hums as she opens the van.
  409. >”Not tacos?”
  410. >Your ditzy sister rolls her eyes, “Just because I’m on a taco kick doesn’t mean I want them for every meal, Dagi.”
  411. >You snort, “Could have fooled me. Remember when you wouldn’t eat anything but salmon for three months?”
  412. >”Ugh, yes. I swear, if we weren’t on birth control I’d, like, think that I was pregnant half the time.”
  413. >Thank the gods that you’d found effective birth control herbs before you’d gotten used to your bodies and situation enough to want to have sex.
  414. >You always made sure to keep at least one of those plants in a pot in whatever vehicle you were using at the time.
  415. >Can’t be too careful with Aria around.
  416. >The slut.
  417. >You giggle.
  418. >Aria gives you the stink eye.
  419. >She knows you too well.
  420.  
  421. <<<<<
  422.  
  423. >Be sperglight spergle
  424. >Have trusty sidekick simp the baby dragon at your side
  425. >Get shown around this "high school"
  426. >It's not that elevated, why call it high?
  427. >Time to find your friends!
  428. >Or at least their counterparts
  429. >Walk up to a couple of faux leather wearing individuals
  430. >The colt, damn he's tall with those foal chasing legs unf, looks at you with mild indifference and curiosity
  431. >The mare looks at you with obvious interest and has a wode smile
  432. "Excuse me, do you know where Pinkie Pie is?"
  433. >"Of course I do silly!"
  434. >Her attitude does not match her way of dress
  435. >"I am Pinkie Pie! Are we friends now huh huh huh are we?! Oh! Lemmeintroduceyoutomybestfriendanoanonsayhello to..."
  436. "T-twilight Sparkle..."
  437. >"Twilight Sparkle! C'mon Nonny say bello!"
  438. >The colt looks from Pinkie to you and takes a drag from those new fangled tiny cigars floating around canterlot
  439. >>"Hey."
  440. >He blows the smoke in your face
  441. >Normally you'd think that was him sharing breath but...
  442. >You spend the next few seconds coughing and hacking
  443. >"Nonny! No! Bad boy!"
  444. >Anon smiles and chuckles
  445. >>"Whaaat? I can't give her a genuine Anon greeting?"
  446. >"Oh you and I are SO going to have a talk about this mister! I'm so sorry we'll haveto atchuplaterIgottateachNonnyaboitmannersagainseeyoubye!"
  447. >You watch Pinkie push anons arm between her weird chest teats as she leads him away
  448. >That has got to be one of the most dysfunctional mono's you've ever seen
  449.  
  450. <<<<<
  451.  
  452. >Be Panka Ponka Poe.
  453. >Be mad.
  454. >Madder than you’ve been in a long time.
  455. >Nonny was RUDE.
  456. >He was a TEASE.
  457. >He was a SLUT.
  458. >And he was MEAN.
  459. >And you weren’t going to take it anymore!
  460. >Your daddy had taught you about boys like Anon. Shriveled sluts who’d raise their little flag to any skirt that passed by, destined to be ruined by old greasy women in stained husband beater shirts and skirts that were more like belts who picked them up off corners.
  461. >Well not your Nonny! Nope! Never!
  462. >You knew just what to do.
  463. >Boys like him need a firm hand on their rudder.
  464. >Too dumb and nieve to find their own course they need a woman to steer them in the right direction.
  465. >But sluts only know one thing, wet pussy.
  466. >Oh you’d give him that.
  467. >You’d give him more than he could handle and then some.
  468. >Teach him who’s BOSS.
  469. >You push Anon into the old storage room and practically slam the door behind you, clicking the lock.
  470. >“Why are we here, Pinkie?”
  471. “You flirt with every girl in school.” You growl.
  472. “You swap spit with Sunset — SUNSET!”
  473. >You walk forward and slap his ass through his skinny jeans.
  474. “You dress like a slut! I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner, really, I’m such a silly Pinkie for not noticing.”
  475. >”Noticing what?” Oh, he’s starting to look a bit scared now. He knows you’ve caught onto his game and he’s worried about the jig being up.
  476. “All these cries for attention, all this teasing and flirting. You just wanted old Pinkie to really stake her claim the only way you know. But don’t worry, Nonners, Pinkie’s gonna take GOOD care of you.”
  477. >An hour and a half later the dismissal bell rings and you flouce out of the storage room with a new pep in your step, leaving behind a well taken care of Anon and a garbage can now full of dirty tissues.
  478. Turning back around you say to the half awake young man, “I’m going to go meet up with that new friend we made at lunch. If you can walk anytime soon feel free to come and see us! And don’t worry, now that I know it was all that excess spunk in you that was making you act up I’ll be sure to drain it ALL the time. You’ll be a good Pie boy before you know it! See you latter, Nonny!”
  479. >You bounce off, pleasantly sore in all of your holes. Who knew that teenage boys were so full of cream?
  480. >No doubt you’d have to drain him two or three times a day so that he doesn’t act up! But that was a sacrifice you were willing to make to keep Nonny off the streets!
  481. >Now, where was that new friend?
  482.  
  483. >Minutes later a bedraggled Anon steps out of the storage closet. His legs can barely hold him up, his face is moist with saliva and girlcum. His pants aren’t done up correctly, his shirt is askew and sweat stained, his hair ruined.
  484. >After procuring a bottle of water from a vending machine and draining it he sits down on a bench out front of the school.
  485. >Perhaps forming a new pack in the weird world was unnecessary, as it appears that a single woman can do the work of five female sirens.
  486. >With a thump Sunset Shimmer sits next to Anon.
  487. >”What happened to you, pretty boy? Finally get you ass kicked when you got into a situation you couldn’t talk your way out of?”
  488. >”Something like that.” Anon says, looking out over the front area of the school.
  489.  
  490. <<<<<
  491.  
  492. >Be anon
  493. >After pinkie had... "Educated" you, you were left drained all day
  494. >You also reeked of sex all day
  495. >Classes just seemed to pass on by
  496. >Blending into one big blur
  497. >You almost didn't notice the final bell ring
  498. >Mrs.Harshwinny had to call your name out for you to snap out of your daze
  499. >You grabbed your back from your locker and left the building
  500. >At the doors you saw your sisters waiting for you
  501. >Sonata was bouncing around like a...
  502. >Well. Like Sonata.
  503. >Aria was looking at the students passing by with a sneer
  504. >So she was in a good mood today
  505. >And Adagio was obviously lost in that anemone on top of her head
  506. >It was rather windy
  507. >"Heya Anon!"
  508. >Sonata almost pounced on you but stopped when she caught your scent
  509. >"Ewww you smell like Aria after a weekend!"
  510. >>"Shut up!"
  511. >"No you shut up!"
  512. >>>"The both of you be quiet!"
  513. >Adagio snaps from somewhere in that mane of hair
  514. "How about instead of talking out in the public we go back to either of our places and talk."
  515. >>>"About that, we recently arrived in gown and haven't managed to set up a power base just yet..."
  516. >Bums.
  517. "Then you can stay at my olace for a few days."
  518. >"Why do you smell like sweat and shame?!"
  519. >Important questions as always, Sonata.
  520. "I'll tell you when I get home."
  521. >Before you can leave with your sisters Pinkie walks up to you and all but shoves her tongue down your throat
  522. >>>>"Be a good boy Nonny!"
  523. >After that she skips off to her after school job
  524. >Atia looks at you with a mixed expression of disgust and confusion
  525. >>"The fuck was that?"
  526. "Not explaining it here."
  527. Couch crashing sisters obtained
  528.  
  529. <<<<<
  530.  
  531. >be Adagio
  532. >and BOY ARE YOU PISSED RIGHT THE FUCK OFF
  533. >Sonata and Aria are similarly incensed after Anon told you what happened yesterday
  534. >it was time to put that pink-hiared little bitch in her place.
  535. >NO ONE treats your little brother like that, especially after you only just reunited with him
  536. >especially not a human either
  537. >you conveniently ignore the fact that Anon said that he actually found the whole experience kinda hot if surprising.
  538. >you and your sisters spent the day biding your time waiting for the perfect moment to grab her.
  539. >that moment finally came during lunch period, when the three of you grab her and pull her aside into an empty classroom.
  540. >you fold your arms, growling and exposing your fangs.
  541. "Alright you little shit, do you know why you're here?"
  542. >she looks more confused and surprised than anything else.
  543. >"Um... No? I don't know why you brought me here. Oh! Are you guys mad I haven't thrown you your 'Welcome To Canterlot High' party yet?"
  544. >she sighs and shakes her head, "I'm only one girl! Parties take time! Be patient!"
  545. >Aria nearly pounces on the bitch, but you and Sonata hold her back.
  546. >"It's not about some stupid party!" she bites out.
  547. >"Yeah, you stupid brotherfucker!" Sonata adds.
  548. >Pinkie just looks even more confused.
  549. >"Brother? I haven't had sex with anyone's brother."
  550. >You roll your eyes.
  551. "Oh for fuck's sake, ANON you idiot! He's our little brother!"
  552. >She gasps, "Anon's your little brother?!"
  553. >Finally a proper response out of this dimwit.
  554. >"What kind of older sisters are you? Letting him turn out like he has?!"
  555. >Wat.
  556. >"He smokes, he's rude, and he dresses and acts like a slut!"
  557. >Your eyelid twitches.
  558. >"Hey! We got separated and thought he was dead for YEARS until we met him again yesterday! We didn't even recognize him at first!" Sonata speaks up.
  559. >Sonata no.
  560. >Don't engage with the idiot.
  561. >Pinkie gasps in shock, "No wonder!"
  562. >You're interrupting this before it becomes a thing.
  563. "ANYWAY, the point is you have to pay the price for what you did yesterday."
  564. >The three of you came up with plenty of ways you could punish this girl.
  565. >Driving someone insane with your songs was a bit energy intensive, but worth it in this case.
  566. >There's hypnotizing her into doing something embarrassing that would ruin her reputation forever.
  567. >Or maybe going the simple human route of beating her up.
  568. >Perhaps all three!
  569. >"I'm not sorry for what I did, but now that you're here, you can be the ones to straighten him out!" the pink weirdo says.
  570. >.... you really hate humans sometimes.
  571.  
  572. <<<<<
  573.  
  574. >Become Canterlot High’s Premiere Party Planning Popsy.
  575. >You are shocked, confounded, dumbstruck, and awed.
  576. >Anon is a Siren? A mythical beast who’s beautiful singing leads strong maden sailors to their doom?
  577. >You could see it, he was certainly hot enough and his voice was nice, especially when he was moaning your name.
  578. >He’s… supposed to be a slut?
  579. >That is both wonderful and terrible.
  580. >Because what girl doesn’t want their own personal slut?
  581. >But what if some other girl with a tighter snatch comes along and steals him from you?
  582. >Sluts are notoriously disloyal, that’s sort of the point of calling them sluts.
  583. “But wait, if Anon’s supposed to be a huge slut then why are you mad?”
  584. >”It’s the principle of the matter!” Adagio yells in your face.
  585. >Wow, breath mint girl.
  586. “Well you can take your principles and go eat them. Nonny’s mine now, and I’m going to make him my house husband and there’s nothing you can do about it!”
  587. >”You bitch!” Aria takes a swing at you. You’re kinda glad that Limestone has always been a scrapper and you were her favorite target for most of your life.
  588. >Ducking to the left of the wild punch you bring your own right arm up and lock elbows with the girl, effortlessly tossing her over your hip and into the grass.
  589. >You look up to see Adagio looming over you, her eyes glowing blood red, “Stop.”
  590. >Your body freezes and you tumble to the grass atop Aria.
  591. >Straining does nothing, it’s like your body is frozen.
  592. >”Stand… up.” Adagio commands, “And really, Aria, you could have done better.”
  593. >”Fuck you!” The girl gets up as your body automatically stands, “I haven’t gotten into a real fight in years.”
  594. >Adagio rolls her eyes, “Now listen here you brother fucking little shit, you’re going to walk through those doors, into the boys locker room, and you’re going to lock yourself in one of the lockers there. Then, when the boys catch you, you're going to confess that you’re a huge underwear stealing pervert who loves to jill off while sniffing their sweaty gym clothes, understand?”
  595. “Yes, Adagio.” You hear your own voice say.
  596. >Oh no, you’d be the laughing stock of all the girls, and all the boys would hate you.
  597. >You might get expelled!
  598. >You turn and start marching towards the school.
  599. >Behind you you hear Sonata talk, “Isn’t that a bit much, Dagi? Anon said he likes her.”
  600. >”Pff, Anon’s a boy, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. She just wanted him for his looks and his cock. Now that we’re back together we can rule the world together, and help each other find suitable mates. Heck, with enough misery and Equestrian magic we’d even be able to extend their lifetimes so that they don’t die on us every century.”
  601. >”Wow, SOMEbody’s still butthurt over Ivan.” Sonata poked the bear.
  602. >”The man was a hero and a saint and I’ll not hear anything bad about my husbando!” Adagio’s shout followed you into the school.
  603.  
  604. >The walk through the school was externally silent and internally a panic party.
  605. >At some point Rainbow Dash tried to get your attention, but you weren’t paying attention to her, you were far to busy thinking about how Anon would hate you for being a pervert and how he’d break up with you — even though you hadn’t actually properly asked him out yet — and how you’d get expelled and be waiting tables for the rest of your life and you’d never be able to provide for your husband and how the entire world was crashing down around you.
  606. >A light in your eyes brings you out of your internal monologue.
  607. >All your friends are walking with you and talking worridly.
  608. >The new girl, Twilight had just shined a light into your eyes, “This is a classic magically implanted suggestion, see how her eyes have a little ring of red there? That’s the signature, and red means either dragon or siren, and since red dragons don’t really DO mind control, that means you have a siren problem.
  609. >”Which means there’s magic here! Which WOULD be useful, if I could use any!”
  610. >”What’re we gonna do, Twi?”
  611. >”Uhm, when it comes to mind control Crissi Luvbug recommends that you make sure they don’t hurt themselves but otherwise allow them to do what they’ve been ordered to do. Attempting to restrain them or otherwise impeding their actions can have negative consequences for their mental health.”
  612. >”So, what, we just leave her to whatever nefarious work Sunset has put her up to?” Rainbow asks as you head toward the gymnasium and the attached locker room.
  613. >”Sunset isn’t a siren, she’s a unicorn, like me, er, like I was.”
  614. >”So there’s MORE weird magical stuff going on here? What’s next, is Mr. Discord actually Dolos?”
  615. >”Who?” Fluttershy asks.
  616. >”Dolos, y’know, the greek god of tricks, ‘cuz Mr. Discord loves pranks almost as much as me and Pinkie?”
  617. >”Colour me surprised, Rainbow, I didn’t think you’d be interested in culture like that.” Rarity waves her hand in front of your face but you can’t even blink in response.
  618. >”What? Greek gods and stuff are cool!”
  619. >”Well, I’ve never heard of Dolos before, so he must be obscure.”
  620. >”Only a little,” Rainbow pushed open the doors to the gym and paused as a loud crash was heard.
  621. >The other five girls rush into the gym as you continue your slow walk towards the locker room.
  622. >”Sunset Shimmer!”
  623. >”Snips!”
  624. >”Snails!”
  625. >”What in tarnation are you doing wrecking the decorations for the Fall Formal!”
  626. >”I’ll go get principal Celestia, you girls grab them!” That was Rainbow.
  627. >”But who’s going to keep an eye on Pinkie?”
  628. >”Twilight, you ain’t gonna to be much use in a fight, go with Pinkie, we’ll take care of these three troublemakers.”
  629. >”Ok! Don’t hurt them, you don’t want to be suspended!”
  630. >”Hey, they’re running!”
  631. >”Get them!”
  632. >You hear the pounding of feet leave the gym as Twilight comes up beside you.
  633. >”Hey there, um, Pinkie. Don’t you worry, everything will be ok. Once we figure out who the sirens are we’ll get them to remove this from you. Sirens can usually be reasoned with, or that’s what Princess Celestia tells me. Whoever did this to you is probably just mad that they’re stuck here, and once we tell them we can get them back to Equestria they’ll be so happy that they’ll take this off you and let you go. After I give them a stern talking to, of course.”
  634. >You push your way into the boys locker room. If you’re lucky no one will be in here since it’s before first period.
  635. >You aren’t lucky.
  636. >There’s a boy. You can’t see him, but you can hear him, humming a song under his breath.
  637. >The dripping sounds indicate that he probably just got out of the shower.
  638. >You were going to die of embarrassment.
  639. >A boy was going to see you and he was going to be so angry with you because you were being a bad girl.
  640. >It didn’t matter that you couldn’t control your body as you turned to the full lockers that lined the walls and started pulling on them to check which ones were locked.
  641. >All that mattered was that you were going to traumatize some poor boy and he was going to hate you forever.
  642. >”Pinkie, are you ok? You’re crying.” Twilight looks concerned as you try a fourth locker.
  643. >Then an angel speaks, “Hello?”
  644. >”Um, hey there!” Twilight calls back, “Don’t mind us!”
  645. >Oh no, Twilight doesn’t know that we’re in the boys locker room.
  646. >The boy steps out from the partial walls of half lockers that cut the room into three sections and there stands Anon.
  647. >He’s… gorgeous.
  648. >His wet hair drips down onto his shoulders and back, little drops of water clinging to his bare chest.
  649. >He’s got his skinny jeans on with his thick black leather belt.
  650. >The buckle looks a bit weird, the central metal bit is pulled back revealing a red gemstone with a purple center.
  651. >His feet are bare on the tiles and there’s a towel in his hand.
  652. >He raises a well sculpted eyebrow, “Didn’t take you for the type, Pinks, but hey, if you want to have a threesome in the locker room I guess I’m game. Who’s your friend?”
  653. >”Hi there, I’m Twilight Spa—” Twilight steps back, “Tyrant.” she whispers to herself.
  654. >“Well, Twilight Spa, it’s a pleasure to meet you— Pinkie, why are you climbing into that locker?”
  655. >”Listen here, Tyrant, know that I am Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Equestria, and I order you by right of the Seven Seas Pact to release my friend from her geass.” Twilight sounds scared but firm.
  656. >Anon looks her in the eye. You’re kind of glad he’s not smoking this time, you don’t want a repeat of their first meeting, “I don’t recall a Twilight among the princesses of Equestria.”
  657. >”It’s a rather new development.”
  658. You step out of the locker and look Anon in the eye. “I’m a huge underwear stealing pervert and I love to jill off to your sweaty gym clothes.”
  659. >Anon pauses for a second, “Well, I figured as much, but thanks for letting me know?”
  660. >Finally, your body comes under your control and you collapse to your knees against Anon.
  661. >FaceFullOfDick.jpg
  662. >No time for dick, now is time for groveling.
  663. “On Nonny it was terrible your sisters are so MEAN they made me come in here and I was gonna say that to whoever was in here and all the boys were going to hate me and I’d be expelled and then I’d never be able to afford a ring for you and we’d be poor and live in a trailer and you’d get fat and I’d start drinking and I’d hit you and you’d hate me and our little girl would never be able to go to college!”
  664. >Anon blinks at you, then at Twilight, “Do you know what she’s talking about?”
  665. >Twilight shrugged, “No idea, is her being in here bad?”
  666. >”Well, this is the boys locker room, so I suppose? To be honest I haven’t been in this dimension for very long but there are a bunch of rules about who and when people get to see your body undressed.”
  667. >”Weird.” Twilight says, “Have you noticed that they all wear *socks*?”
  668. >Anon looks at Twilight with a mildly confused grin, “Oh yeah, you must be a pony back home, you guys have that weird thing about socks.”
  669. >”Socks are lewd, siren boy, lewd as the day is long.” Twilight declares with authority.
  670. >”You do know that most of the Hearth just uses them to keep warm or for padding between their paws and their paw-wear, right?”
  671. >”L-lewd.”
  672. >”Listen, I’ve already forgotten your name, but why don’t you step out of the room and let me talk with my… friend, here?”
  673. >”How about I don’t leave my friend with a freaking TYRANT whose SISTERS apparently used their enchantment on my friend here.”
  674. “It’s fine, Twilight, Anon’s a good boy, right?”
  675. >Anon gives you a look that says, ‘I’m a super tough bad boy but I love you so I’m going to pretend to be a good boy to put your friend at ease.’
  676. >At least, that’s how you interpret it when he says, “I promise no harm shall come to your friend, and I’ll be having a very long talk with my sisters about being overly protective of a middle aged siren.”
  677. >”Don’t sirens reach middle age at, like, two thousand years old?”
  678. >”Yes.”
  679. >Aren’t you a little old to be in highschool?”
  680. >”Aren’t you?”
  681. >”Fair point. Truce?”
  682. >”I won’t mess with you if you don’t mess with me?”
  683. >”I can agree to those terms. Really I’m just here to collect an artifact and then get home.”
  684. >”An artifact?”
  685. >”My crown. Sunset came through the portal and stole it. Apparently vice principal Luna caught her with it and now it’s the Fall Formal crown, so I have to win the beauty contest or whatever to get it back.”
  686. >”Why not just steal it?”
  687. >”We don’t know where it is. The girls and I searched everywhere we could think for it, but Luna must have hidden it.”
  688. >”I could get her to give it to you if you’d like?”
  689. >”Really?”
  690. >Anon grins viciously, “You’d have to do something for me, of course.”
  691. >”Nope! No deals with sirens.”
  692. >Anon chuckles, “A shame you aren’t more gullible.”
  693. “Twilight, could you give me a minute with my boyfriend?”
  694. >”Boyfriend? Oh! Coltfriend! Yes, I’ll just be right outside. Yell if he does anything”—she grinned—”fishy.”
  695. >You snort out a laugh and wave her away. When she’s finally out of the room you look into the eyes of your boyfriend.
  696. “So, mr mythological beastie, you got some ‘splainin’ to do.”
  697. >He turns to you with a shark tooth smile, “Do I?”
  698. You deadpan, you’re good at deadpan. You can do this thing with your eyes and mouth, that thing that Maud does all the time, turns your face to stone, a lot of people find it really unsettling. “Yes.”
  699. >That’s all it takes.
  700. >So, he’s a mythical being who gains power through the suffering of others.
  701. >He’s called a Tyrant because he got some special extra power that lets him make tornadoes and tsunamis and whatnot.
  702. >Though this extra ability means that in order for him to get power he needs it from people who are REALLY suffering.
  703. >Bad stuff, like abuse, or a broken heart, or in one case the absolute anguish of a baby losing its candy.
  704. >Or, apparently, a girl who can’t control her body and thinks she’s going to destroy her only chance at a good life with the boy of her dreams.
  705. >”So I think I have enough to control one, maybe two people in an emergency. It’s not much, but I’ve been running on fumes since I got here, so it’s nothing I’m not used to.”
  706. “Is it bad, if you run out?”
  707. >”Just running out? No. I might lose my voice for a few hours, and I won’t be able to sing properly until I have at least a little, but nothing physically bad. Now, if someone were to break it? That’d really fuck me up. Might not be able to sing again, ever, if that happened. That’s why I’ve hidden it in my belt.
  708. >”It’s actually a bit weird that my sisters are displaying them so openly. Sure, they’re resistant to damage, so you’d have to deliberately take a sledge hammer to them to even crack them, but it just seems like a bad idea.
  709. >”Speaking of my sisters, I have to have words with them. We should get going if you don’t want to be late.”
  710. “Oh no you don’t, Mister!” You grab his arm and lick your lips, “I SAID that I’d be taking care of your little problem from now on, and that’s what I’m going to do.”
  711. >Anon’s eyes widen in surprise as his bulge grows under your hand, “I see.”
  712. >And he did. You’re pretty surprised and very thankful that no one came into the locker room while you were reenacting the Battle of Balls Deep.
  713. >Hey, there are even showers here so you don’t have to smell like sex all day! Score!
  714. >You and Anon slip out of the locker room and into the gym and immediately find out why no one is using it.
  715. >Sunset, Snips, and Snails are all cleaning up the gym under the watchful eye of vice principal Luna who was fortunately not looking your way because Twilight was talking with her.
  716. >You catch the end of the conversation, “—so my friends and I can probably fix everything else up and get it all ready for tomorrow night.”
  717. >”I’m not sure you’ll be able to convince so many people to help cleaning, Ms. Sparkle.” Luna sounds skeptical.
  718. >”Don’t worry, princ-vice principal! We’ve got something planned for lunch today that I think will get everyone pumped up to help!”
  719. >”Well, if you’re certain I’ll convince my sister not to postpone the dance, since it means so much to you.”
  720. >You and Anon slip out of class.
  721. >You turn to him.
  722. “I suppose we should get to class.” You say, not really wanting to leave him. You’ve felt… closer to him since you were first together.
  723. >Oh no, are you one of those girls that gets super clingy after sex? You hope not.
  724. >”I’m actually going to go and have a chat with my sisters first. They should be around here somewhere.”
  725. “Oh, well, ok. Give ‘em a wallop from me, eh?”
  726. >”Will do, Ponk.” He turns but you grab his sleeve.
  727. “Anon… You’re my boyfriend, right?”
  728. >His expression: unreadable.
  729. >You’d better tell him.
  730. “Anon, I love you. You’re my boyfriend, and I want you to say it.”
  731. >Anon turns to you, swallowing visibly, “Pinkie… I care for you, certainly, but…”
  732. >He slowly lets out a breath, “Yeah, ok, I’ll be your boyfriend, Pinkie.”
  733. >Your heart swells and you jump into his arms, hissing him wildly all over his face and lips.
  734. “You won’t regret it, Nonners! I’ll turn you into my own personal slut yet!”
  735. >He blinks at you, “Well, I’m going to go have a talk with my older sisters.” He picks up a school newspaper and rolls it into a tube, smacking it into his left palm, “They deserve a real good, stern talking to, I think.”
  736. “You’re so hot when you’re being assertive.”
  737. >He kisses you gently on the forehead and saunters away.
  738.  
  739. <<<<<
  740.  
  741. >Be anon
  742. >Be at school again
  743. >This"Caramel" creature keeps trying to falsely befriend you
  744. >You've delt with brown nosers, as humans call them, before
  745. >"...and that's why we all live in a matriarchal nightmare! You agree with me right?"
  746. 'Oh by the seas does he ever shut up?'
  747. >Spot Pinkie
  748. >She's talking with Twilight and some others
  749. >Rainbow Snatch
  750. >Rare tea
  751. >Flubber shy
  752. >Apple pack
  753. >You think
  754. >In fact you'll call them that just to mess with them
  755. >Oh shit is caramel still talking?
  756. >"...hey why don't you come with me to the menanist protest in the city over?"
  757. "Hm? Yeah no thanks cock gobbler."
  758. >You walk over to Pinkie and co while Caramel has a VERY public meltdown
  759. >You walk up behind Pinkie and pinch her butt, making her squeak
  760. >"Nonny there you are!"
  761. >>"Whoa whoa whoa what? Pinkie how did YOU get THAT?"
  762. >Rainbow snatch points at you
  763. "She head nice tits mrs.chestlet."
  764. >Snatch goes red in the face
  765. >>"I-i am not flat!"
  766. >Her fucking voice cracked
  767.  
  768. <<<<<
  769.  
  770. >”Yeah, she ain’t flat, I saw her wearing a sports bra once!” Appul chimes in, giggling, “I think she lost a cup size when she took it off!”
  771. >”Oh come on!” The jock complains, “I’ve got tits! I’m just svelte!”
  772. You wrap your arms around Pinkie, bouncing her breasts on your forearms, “Is that what they’re calling it now? We used to call it having a body like a middle school boy.” You prod.
  773. >”Nonny!” Pinkie slaps your arms, “Stop being mean, or do I have to teach you another lesson?”
  774. >You shiver, the spirit was willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.
  775. “I’ll be go—… better.”
  776. >”You’d better be, mister.” Pinkie warns, “How did your ‘talk’ with your sisters go?”
  777. “I think they got the message.”
  778.  
  779. >You are Adagio Dazzle and your face hu~rts.
  780. >“MOOOOOOMMMMM, Anon hit UUUSSSSSS!” Sonata whines from her seat on the bench next to the baseball diamond.
  781. “Mom’s not here, Nata, and we’re adults.”
  782. >”B-but we’re not supposed to hit boys!”
  783. “When has that ever stopped us with Anon?”
  784. >”Just now, apparently.” Aria says through a stuffy nose. Apparently Anon’s vigorous application of newspaper to face knocked her sinuses for a loop.
  785. “The little shit just caught us by surprise! He does something like that again and I’ll turn him over my knee like dad used to!”
  786. >”Like you keep threatening to do to Sonata but never actually do?”
  787. “Shut it! Listen, we’ll just go prepare for the dance tomorrow. Once the Fall Formal Princess is announced we’ll turn the whole place into a riot. With everyone beating the shit out of each other we’ll be able to absorb enough energy to get a cushy mansion nearby. This place is practically dripping with the remnants of Equestrian magic. If we stick around for long enough it’s guaranteed to come straight to us, and then all the world will be our stage, and we the puppet masters!”
  788.  
  789. “—which is why we’ve got that crown in the bag!”
  790. >Be Ponka Poe, doing your best to ignore the glorious things that Anon was doing to your breasts.
  791. >The girls aren’t doing a very good job of not staring as he massages your breasts right in front of them.
  792. >Are you being a bad girl by indulging in his slutty tendencies?
  793. *squeeze*
  794. >Maybe, but it feels so~ good.
  795. >”So they’re just going to give it to you?”
  796. “Yupparooni! Twilight will win hands down now that—Ahn—the gym is all clean!”
  797. >”Well, I’m sure that’s nice for her.” Anon whispers in your ear, making you shiver.
  798. >Then he suddenly lets go and steps back, “Well, I should get home. If I know my sisters then they’ll have burned down the apartment trying to boil water, see you tomorrow, girls!”
  799. >The girls around you mumbled something as they all stared at Anon as he walked away.
  800. >Silence reigned as you slowly calmed down from Anon’s assault on your breasts. Would they get bigger because he massaged them? You think you read something about that online.
  801. >Looking around, all the girls — except Twilight — are drooling.
  802. >”Are they in heat?” Twilight asks.
  803. You shrug, “Maybe?”
  804. >”Can I stay at your place tonight, Pinkie? As amazing as books are, I don’t think they make a very good bed.”
  805. “Sure thing, new best buddy! Let’s go!”
  806.  
  807. >>>>>The next day, after classes, 1 hour until the Fall Formal begins, 1 hour 30 minutes until the Fall Formal Princess is announced.
  808.  
  809. >You are Anon and you are looking good in your tux. In the room behind you the six girls are changing into their dresses. You walk outside for a smoke and who should you see but Sunset Shimmer, doing the same.
  810. “We really should stop meeting like this, miss Shimmer. Though your utter misery is delicious to behold it always seems that bad things start happening when we meet.”
  811. >She turns to you. Her face paints a picture. A black eye from getting punched in the face by Rainbow Snatch yesterday. Bags too, from all those nightmares you’ve gifted her with. Her hair is lank and greasy.
  812. >She slowly turns to you as you light up a cigarette, “Once I have power, the first thing I’m going to do is slap that smirk off your face. The second thing I’m going to do is ride your dick while you pathetic little girltoy watches.” She growls out.
  813. >You chuckle at her joke.
  814. “You don’t know what power IS, minnow.”
  815. >”Ooh, spooky! Are you going to tell me what true power is?” Sunset sticks a couple special headphones in her ears, the ones for cyclists that let you listen to music while still hearing everything that’s going on around you.
  816. “No.”
  817. >”Good, I don’t need more of your first year psychology or your half baked philosophy, instead I want something else.” Sunset puts on a pair of strange, blue tinted sunglasses.
  818. “And what’s that?” You take a long drag on your smoke, not looking at her.
  819. >“I want what I’m owed.” She growls, “I was meant to be THE princess! I was Celestia’s greatest student. I was going to be the next Starswirl! I did things with magic that those half wit, limp horned nag at the school said was impossible!”
  820. >Sunset yanks a book from the bag at her feet, “Do you know what this is?”
  821. “Your diary?”
  822. >She smacks you across the face with it, hard. You stumble back several steps and then whip around with a snarl, but freeze when you feel the tip of a knife press into your side.
  823. >”That’s what I thought.” Sunset’s tone is saccharine, “I’ll tell you all about it while we walk to Principal Celestia’s office.”
  824. “Put the knife away, Sunset.” You Command, your eyes glowing ruby.
  825. >”No.” Sunset smirks, “Turn around or I cut you, pretty boy.”
  826. >You curse yourself for not learning any martial arts. To be fair you were going to be dealing with teenagers and young adults for the next three to seven years! You had thought (mostly correctly) that dancing and beautification would be more useful!
  827. >You turn slowly. After a second and the sound of Sunset rummaging in her bag a ball gag comes over your head. Where she holds the right side of it her knife presses against your face, “Open.”
  828. >So, risk getting an eye put out to try and run, or skip a boring dance full of sweaty teenagers in a room with an Equestrian who was hell bent on… Taking over Equestria? That was something you could get behind. You open your mouth eagerly and Sunset straps the ball gag tightly in, clicking a padlock shut at the back of your head. You hear a jingle as the key goes into her backpack.
  829. >”Time to get moving, fish boy.”
  830. >The walk wasn’t quiet.
  831. >”In this book,” Sunset explains, though you can’t see if she’s holding it, “is a spell that allows it to communicate with another book, no matter where that book is. Princess Celestia gave it to me when I did some of my studying in Manehattan so that we could keep in touch.”
  832. >The two of you arrive at the general office and pass through to the principal’s office. Sunset pushes you down onto the couch at the side and sits on the desk, her legs splayed wide enough for you to see her panties.
  833. >Virgin white, how fitting.
  834. >”She never stopped writing in it, you see. Probably thought she could convince me to come back. This is how I knew that there was a new princess, a fool, who’s only accomplishments were learning simple lessons and fixing her own mistakes.” Sunset spits out these last words with deep venom.
  835. >”That idiot Celestia even told me that the mirror was close to her, invited me to visit, to meet my replacement.”
  836. >Sunset suddenly screams, turns, and throws the knife. The blade embeds itself in the bulletin board on the other side of the room, quivering.
  837. >”Where did it all go wrong?” She whispers, more to herself than you. Her tired eyes finally track back to you where you lounge, unconcerned, on the couch.
  838. >”You… Everything was going SO well until YOU showed up. I know what you are, Siren.”
  839. >Now that’s surprising.
  840. >”Yeah, I know. I know what you did to me too. Telling me to ‘fuck off,’ to ‘not bother you,’ to ‘think about what I’ve done.’ But siren hypnosis doesn’t work through crystal, does it,” she taps her odd sunglasses, “or when your target can focus on another noise.” She taps her headphones.
  841. >”You’re powerless here, Anon. I have all the cards, and it’s a royal flush.” Her manic eyes dart all over your face and down your form. She starts pulling off her jacket, “You know what? I think I’m going to enjoy my trophy, I deserve it.”
  842.  
  843. <<<<<
  844.  
  845. >You look into her demoniacal eyes as she disrobes. Well, you’ve already stuck your dick into one kind of crazy, why not two? You spread your legs invitingly.
  846. >”Good boy.” Sunset says as she climbs on top of you.
  847.  
  848. >>>>>1 hour and 15 minutes later, 15 minutes until the Fall Formal Princess is announced.
  849.  
  850. >You are Aria Blaze, rocking songwriter and DJ extraordinaire. Sure, that Vinyl chick has some moves, but you owned the stage tonight as you switched tracks like a pro while Sonata belted her heart out on the stage and Adagio did the lights.
  851. >Things are going pretty well. You’ve mixed in a bunch of songs about ‘taking what’s yours’ and ‘being the greatest’ in with the pop and slow dance songs that were requested of you by the principals.
  852. >All the girls, particularly the unattached ones, were bumping hard. There were no wallflowers tonight, as your subtle magic forced every girl to get on the floor and prowl for a boy, or even another girl in some cases, to grind against and dance with.
  853. >Tonight every girl was a queen and every boy a trophy.
  854. >But the real trophy was in the hands of the principals.
  855. >Less than a minute after they declared the winner the three of you were going to sing them a ‘victory song.’ The crowd would be a brawling mess within seconds.
  856. >Suddenly Pink Tart, and not even the pastry, just the floozy that Anon was apparently fucking.
  857. >”Have you seen Anon I’ve been looking for him and I can’t find him but I’ve been looking since the dance started and he promised to dance with me but he’s not here and I looked outside and he’s not there either but he was right in front of the dressing room and now HE’S GONE!”
  858. >You blink, you don’t think you’ve heard chattering like that since you womanned a machine gun nest back in WWII. Good times.
  859. ”Anon hates parties, why would he be here?”
  860. >”HE HATES PARTIES? How could you let this happen!” The pink girl shakes you with surprising strength.
  861. “Hey, hey, hands off the jacket, it costs more than you do.” You slap the girls hands away, “Of course Anon hates parties, he’s hated crowds since he was, like five years old.”
  862. >”That’s not the same as hating parties! How could you torment me like this?” The girl melts melodramatically against you.
  863. ”Jesus, get the hell off me, ya freak. I can’t think of what Anon sees in you, but I’m not looking for another newspaper to the nose, so why don’t you fuck off and, I don’t know, call him?”
  864. >”WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT?” She runs away, pulling out her phone and starting a call.
  865. >You turn back to see that Sonata’s looking at you from the chair she sits in to take a break. You hadn’t brought up another track so it had defaulted to a generic EDM track to keep the kids dancing.
  866. “You holding up, Nata?”
  867. >“Yeah! I’m having a tonne of fun! We should do this kinda thing more often.”
  868. >You agreed, you enjoyed making and playing music. Certainly you could have done with a better, more appreciative audience where you could have had a little of the hard stuff to drink while you mixed, but this was better than touring around on a bus stealing tiny scraps of misery and anger from passing humans.
  869. >Some days, ok, most days you curse that your powers worked on misery. If you’d been born a changeling you’d have all the power you could ever need. People loved you, men and women alike. Instead it was disaster to disaster, war to war, collecting barely enough to keep yourselves from aging. Creating conflict where none existed before if you had to.
  870. >You shake your head and pop another small THC edible. You should tell Anon that smoking fucks your lungs up before he has to go through four decades of detox like you and your sisters had to way back when.
  871. >Nah, it’d be funnier when he starts losing his voice in a couple decades. Serves the little shit right. You rubbed your nose
  872. >Sonata sings a couple more songs before everything goes quiet.
  873. >Adagio focuses all the spotlights on principal Celestia as she takes the stage, “First off I wanna say how wonderful everything looks tonight. You all did a magnificent job pulling everything together tonight in spite of the unfortunate events of earlier. And now, without further adieu, I’d like to announce the winner of this year’s fall formal crown.”
  874. >Vice principal Luna steps onto the stage carrying the trinket as Celestia continues, “The princess of this year’s Fall Formal is… Twilight Sparkle!”
  875. >That nerd looking girl that hangs with the Pink menace comes up and collects her crown, smiling happily.
  876. >Once she’s up you queue up the ‘victory song,’ and you and your sisters start singing.
  877. “In the right light, study becomes insight,”
  878. >Every human in the house was bumping and grinding.
  879. >By the line: “Yo, you gotta take the power back!” They were pushing and shoving. You’re pretty sure you even heard barking as some students were pushed out onto the track field.
  880. >By the time you finish with, “Take it back y’all!” They were punching, biting, and throwing each other like a shittily produced MMA match. Even the teachers were getting into it as one light pink haired woman bodily threw a student into a throng of kicking and screaming girls.
  881. >The power was flowing freely, intoxicating in its potency.
  882.  
  883. >>>>>The principal’s office, two minutes after the Fall Formal Princess is announced.
  884.  
  885. >You are a very relaxed —except for the ball gag— Anon when two little freshman shits burst into the room carrying a dog.
  886. >“Put me down!”
  887. >A talking dog, you were unaware they had those in this dimension... Wait.
  888. >Upon closer inspection this is, in fact, that little dog that Twilight was carrying around with her. That would explain the talking, though you’d neve heard him speak before.
  889. >The pair get across the room to where Sunset is sitting in the principal’s high backed chair just as Pinkie and her brigade of teenagers enter the room.
  890. >”Not one step closer.” Sunset snarls from her desk.
  891. >”Don’t you dare hurt him!” Twilight half commands half pleas.
  892. >”Oh, I have no plans to, so long as you do what I want. You’re going to hand me that crown. Then you’re going to walk out that door and into the portal. Tick-tock *princess,*” Sunset sneers the last word, “the portal closes all by itself in just an hour.”
  893. >Twilight stands there, trembling, looking back and forth between her small dog and Sunset. Eventually, her face firms up, “No.”
  894. >The misery in the room is palpable, and to you, it’s now consumable. What about this choice has brought both of them to the point where their misery could fuel your power?
  895. >”What?” Sunset demands, “Give me the crown, Sparkle! I’ll break your damn dog’s legs!”
  896. >Fluttershy —that’s her name!— whimpers and several of the girls look away. Pinkie’s eyes fall on you for the very first time. As her eyes trace the bruise on your cheek from when Sunset smacked you with a book and go to the ball gag in your mouth Twilight speaks.
  897. >”Equestria is counting on me, and on this element. Without it, Nightmare Moon would have plunged the world into eternal night. Without it, Discord would have destroyed everypony’s way of life. I can’t give you my crown, Sunset. Without it Equestria would be defenseless against the monsters that claw at her, and with it I’ve no doubt that you’d destroy this world too.
  898. >”So my answer is no.” Tears fall from Twilight’s eyes, “I won’t give you this crown, even if it means you hurt my little brother.”
  899. >The pair of ex-unicorns look at each other over the desk, and the misery in the room climbs slowly. Eventually, Sunset’s head falls, “Let him go.” She whispers as the first tear falls off her nose.
  900. >”Are you—” one of the boys starts to speak.
  901. >”Let him go!” Sunset doesn’t raise her head.
  902. >The boys do, and the dog runs over to Twilight where she picks him up.
  903. >The other girls start praising Twilight, but Pinkie walks over to you slowly.
  904. >As she reaches you she sniffs. Her eyes go wide at the familiar scent. She stares first at you, then over at Twilight.
  905. >”N-nonny, did she?”
  906.  
  907. <<<<<
  908.  
  909. >You squint, was Ponks asking if Sunset had sex with you, or raped you? Because yes to the first but a definite no to the second. You settle on raising an eyebrow.
  910. >Pinkie’s eyes grow cold, “Of course, you’re a slut, after all, so of course the first snatch that takes an interest is good enough, isn’t it?”
  911. >”OH YES, SHE’S SO GREAT!” Sunset has apparently had enough of the other girls praising Twilight.
  912. >Before anything else can happen Pinkie is over the desk and slamming her fist into Sunset’s face, “YOU BOYFRIEND STEALING WHORE!”
  913. >The two girls dissolve into a full on fistfight. Pinkie takes two in the gut and one in the arm before returning with one in the side of the head. Sunset throws Pinkie against the wall behind the desk but Pinkie pushes off and pushes Sunset into the wall on the other side of the room from you.
  914. >The other girls rush to intervene but Pinkie throws them off and puts two more into Sunst’s face while she’s against the wall. That’s when Pinkie notices the knife sticking into the bulletin board above Sunset’s head and grabs it, pulling it out and pressing the blade against Sunset’s throat.
  915. >Everyone except you freezes. You, on the other hand, are now rummaging as quietly as you can in Sunset’s backpack for the key to your ball gag.
  916. >”Pinkie, girl, you don’t wanna be messin’ with stuff like that.” Apples sounds reasonable.
  917. >”Not cool, Pinkie! What did she even do to you?” Polychrome isn’t helping.
  918. >”This fucking bitch,” Pinkie starts strong, “ruined our friendship, made our lives *miserable* for three years, and STOLE my BOYFRIEND!”
  919. >Sunset laughs quietly.
  920. >”You got something to say?” Pinkie asks coldly.
  921. >”You’re just so fucking pathetic, ya know?” Sunset sneers through her tears, “So out of town hick who thinks she’s good enough for any man, let alone one of the hottest guys in school. You’re nothing, ‘party girl.’ Here’s a newsflash, you can only get freshmen to go to your parties because you’re still a five year old in your head. No amount of fake leather and eyeliner can hide that you’re a little kid stuck in a half grown woman’s body. You’ll never be good enough, not for him, and not for your friends.”
  922. >Pinkie draws close to the flame haired girl as you find the key. “That’s a lot of talk for a dead girl.”
  923. >”Do it, you weakling.” Sunset spits.
  924. >Twilight grabs onto Pinkie’s arm, “Don’t, she’s not worth it. This isn’t you, Pinkie.”
  925. >”Maybe it should be.” Pinkie growls.
  926. >The other girls crowd close, “It’s not, sugarcube.”
  927. >”You’re better than this, darling.”
  928. >”I-it’s alright to be angry, but, maybe, this is too much?”
  929. >”You’re the second coolest girl I know, Pinkie, something like this is way to lame for you.”
  930.  
  931. >>>>>
  932.  
  933. >The knife is slowly pulled away from Sunset’s neck, “You’re right, girls. This isn’t how I win. I win by doing something you can’t, Sunset. I’m going to win by loving Anon, and having him love me too, something you’ll never have.”
  934. >You finally pull the ball gag from your mouth and work your jaw.
  935. >With a flash of skin Sunset reaches out, but not at Pinkie. Instead she tears the crown off Twilight’s head and smashes it across Pinkie’s face.
  936. >With a teal and black detonation the girls are sent flying across the room and the back wall of the principal’s office is blown outward. You, fortunately, get blown back onto the couch you were all too familiar with.
  937. >When the dust clears Sunset is floating just outside the room between the school proper and the track field. She’s taken the form of a red skinned demon of rage and pain, the black magic and misery flowing out of her like she’s the fountain of death.
  938. >Since you were the only one who didn’t have a rough landing you step out of the school first. You look up at Sunset, then behind her. There, around the detached gym were the unmoving bodies of dozens of teachers and students. Striding toward you are your three sisters, each of them glowing red with their power.
  939. >Upon seeing them you begin sucking the misery coming out of Sunset as fast as you can. Your power grows to the highest its ever been. You have a few options with all this power.
  940. >You could hypnotize the five girls behind you, perhaps get you and them out of danger and leave Sunset to your sisters.
  941. >You could use your mantle to summon a tornado, using it as either an attack or as a distraction.
  942. >You could fight Sunset directly, and perhaps remove the tainted artifact from her long enough for her to come to her senses.
  943. >Or you could just wait and see what happened.
  944. >But you knew one thing for sure as the six girls came to stand between you and the demon.
  945. >You cared, directly or indirectly, for each and every female in this field, and none of them would be dying today, not so long as you drew breath.

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