> Be Sunset Shimmer, former student of Princess Celestia, former Queen of the high school, current "handmaiden" of the rulers of the tristate area and eventually, world
> Your friends received their punishments for resisting and are now all but zombies
> You, and you alone get to keep your awareness
> It seems they took special offense at your attempt to rally the girls
> For your reward, you are fully awake as they force you to pleasure them from time to time
> You would resist, but they have all the power
> Not to mention the threat of letting Snips and Snails have their way with you
> You don't care how many pussies you have to eat, there is no way you'll let those two so much as touch you
> You're jerked out of your reverie by bedroom door opening
> The sirens walk inside and you sink to your knees and lower your head before them
> "Girls, good job. I think we'll take the rest of the day off."
> You shiver slightly, and you don't need to look up to see the predatory grin on Adagio's face
> She passes by, trailing her fingers through your hair
> "Oh, and Cumslut Rimmer? I'd like it nice and slow."
> You hate her name for you, but you turn and rise nonetheless
> Adagio lies utterly relaxed on the overly large bed, her eyes fixed on you
> You are very conscious of both the short hem of your maid uniform, and the two Dazzlings behind you as you lean forward to undo Adagio's shorts
> Aria takes the opportunity to grab your ass on her way to the bed
> Even though you were half expecting it, you still glare at her
> This is exactly what she wants, and you know it
> It feels good to give in to your anger a little bit, even if Aria enjoys the show of emotion
> Your pride would have you show no reaction, but Aria...
> Of the three, displeasing her is the most unpleasant
> With an angry snort, you return to pulling down Adagio's shorts and stockings
> They're down to her knees when you feel Sonata lift up your meager skirt and rub her bare crotch against your ass
> It's feverishly warm, and you can feel some of her juices get smeared around on your buttcheek
> You firmly ignore the sensation, you are a straight woman who is not aroused by any kind of unwelcome touch
> Adagio's lower half is clad only in a pair of panties now, and you almost hesitate at the next step
> Sonata giggles in your ear and cups your breasts in her hands, still grinding against your ass
> Your mind starts to numb against the onslaught as you bend down and seize the fabric of Adagio's underwear in your teeth
> The smell of her arousal fills you nose, even as you pull her panties down
> Adagio considerately lifts her legs, so that Sonata can keep humping you while you struggle to move the panties 
> You feel nothing as you go down on Adagio, not even Sonata's hands roving southward
> Your eyes stare at a yellow stomach, your mouth moving mechanically, delicately licking and plunging at random, your hands on her warm thighs to steady yourself
> To your shame, your hips buck slightly when Sonata's fingers dip into your womanhood
> You'd think you would be used to being used and violated, but you can never be truly numb to the experience
> Adagio writhes under your ministrations, her hands snarled in your hair, pushing you firmly against her pussy
> For a moment, you can't figure out why her shallow breaths have an echo, then you realize with a shock that you are hearing your own breaths
> Your body is hot and pliant under Sonata's hands, and she lets out little yelps that let you know she's getting close
> You try to ignore her, but you can feel a heat building in your loins
> Sonata's breath is hot across your ear
> You try to block her out, working all the more diligently at pleasuring Adagio's hot tunnel with your tongue
> Then Sonata bites your ear gently and all pretense is lost
> You moan into Adagio's pussy, your juices flowing down your leg and mingling with Sonata's
> Adagio's legs clamp down on your head, and your mouth is filled with her cum
> You swallow dazedly, oblivious to the fire this lights in her eyes
> After long moments, the little threesome stops twitching and Sonata crawls up onto the bed
> You just kneel at the foot of the bed
> You can't have orgasmed, you're not a lesbian!
> Adagio practically purrs
> "Well done, Cumslut. You swallowed quite a bit of my cum this time, I'm glad you're taking your duties seriously. I'll expect this same level of performance from now on."
> You whimper 
> Meanwhile, Aria is pulling something out of a bag
> As she puts it on, you recognize the back of the harness as that of a strap on
> Oh no
> Aria turns around with a grin, letting her newest toy swing freely
> "My turn. Why don't you kiss your new boyfriend?"
> Your dread turns to confusion
> Sonata perks up
> "Ooh! Since it's a rubber chicken, you could tell her to kiss your cock!"
> Aria swaggers up to you, the rubber chicken bare inches from your face
> "Wow, Sonata, you really are the worst. This is obviously a hen, so it can't be a cock. Now, Cumslut. Kiss the rubber chicken."
> You glare at your purple tormentor, but nevertheless plant a chaste kiss on the head of the rubber chicken duct taped to a strap on harness
> "No, you can do better than that. Pretend it's your beloved girlfriend. Give her some tongue."
> You suppose you should be glad it's just weird, but you are far from comfortable as you lick the head, your tongue probing the tiny gap of the beak
> Aria chuckles, then grabs your head firmly and thrusts the chicken into your mouth
> Your eyes go wide as you try to manage the rubbery invasion, but she doesn't give you much time before she repeats the motion
> Your cheek bulges repeatedly as you guard the back of your throat
> You know she wants you to deep throat, but the last time you tried, she ended up covered in vomit
> The memory of her disgust carries you through the relentless rubber chicken facefucking
> At last Aria pulls out, letting your saliva drip from the chicken to darken your blouse or slip between your heaving breasts
> She glares at you
> "Tell me what you want."
> You know this pattern well
"I w-want your cock-"
> "Hen."
> Oh, right
"I want your hen inside me. Please, mistress, impregnate me."
> Aria roughly throws you between Adagio and Sonata on the bed and clambers up behind you
> You lay flat on your belly, achingly aware of how sensitive you still are from when you orgasmed
> Aria spreads your cheeks and plunges the rubber chicken into your wet pussy
> It feels utterly strange, but you can't help but twitch at every rubbery lump penetrating your flower
> Adagio strokes your hair as Aria rapes you with a stupid toy chicken
> Even so, you still twitch and writhe as your tender insides are stroked and stirred
> The bed shifts slightly, but you don't notice
> You have a script
"F-fuck me!"
> Although today, it might be a little more heartfelt than usual
"Your c- your hen is so good!"
> Aria laughs, slapping your ass with light, stinging blows
"Make me your, oh fuck, cumdumpster!"
> You burn with shame over the exclamation in the middle, but you are finding it hard to think as you approach your second orgasm today
"I'M CUMMING!"
> Your pussy clamps around the rubber chicken, milking it in vain
> As the waves of pleasure roll through your body, you feel a familiar nozzle poke between your ass cheeks
> Aria squeezes, and literal mayonnaise pours onto your puckered anus
> As your twitching dies down, she lays down a few lines of white stuff on your ass cheeks, cold and thick on your skin
> You feel emptier than you thought possible as the chicken is pulled from your nethers, only to be replaced with that stupid bottle
> Aria takes extra satisfaction in filling your pussy with egg whites and whatever else goes into your now least favorite condiment
> She rolls you over and tears the flimsy uniform from your chest
> You stare at her with deadened eyes as she slathers her mockery onto your heaving, sensitive breasts
> Finally she straddles your chest, putting a line of mayonnaise along the rubber chicken
> You suckle on the tainted toy, glaring at Aria all the while
> When you swallow the last of the distasteful topping, she cups your cheeks in her hands and kisses you deeply, her tongue swirling and probing
> You don't enjoy this
> You're not a lesbian
> You don't feel disappointed when the kiss ends
> You turn your head away as she makes herself comfortable on top of your slicked form, ignoring the soft pressure of her breasts on yours
> You lay there, and there is no way you would have the urge to grab her ass, let alone try to resist an urge that would be impossible
> You don't try to read affection into the whispers the Dazzlings make as they cuddle up all around you
> Their probing fingers as likely to intertwine with your own as to molest you or each other
> You lay there, lost in yourself as your tormentors nap around you
> You aren't waiting for them to call you Sunset Shimmer
> That'd be impossible