> Be Anon, one of the waking few > This evening, a pair of hypnotized minions firmly guide you to the throne room > What you have come to think of as "the dazzled" bring you before the room's only occupant > You were expecting them to force you to kneel, but instead they are dismissed > Adagio Dazzle looks down on you from her raised throne > She is distinctly nonplussed > Out of self preservation, you begin to kneel, only to stop as her frown deepens > You end up standing straight and resigning yourself to waiting > As the silence stretches on, and on, your eyes begin to wander > Not for the first time, you note that at least your new overlords (over ladies?) are pretty > Adagio uncrosses and crosses her legs > Dammit, boner, this is not the time > "I see you 'noticed' me." > Her voice startles you after the prolonged silence "Ah! Uh, sorry about that. Won't happen again." > She rises from her throne and approaches you, hips swaying > "Don't misunderstand, Anon. I have been waiting for you to notice me." > ... > Wat "Glad I could help?" > Adagio bites her lip > "You must be wondering why I summoned you." "Yes?" > "I was thinking, we could get to know each other better." > ... "You want to be friends? After taking over the world?" > She scowls at you > "You never noticed me before! Not at lunch, not in the halls, you didn't even show up at the battle of the bands!" > Oh yeah, the time you missed the end of the world because you were playing vidya "Are you saying that you took over the world, just so that I would notice you?" > It occurs to you that you are a senior, and therefore, her senpai > Oh dear > "It's not like I like you or anything! I just... wanted to get to know you. You are an interesting guy, Anon." > And she's tsundere for you "I...see. Well, now what? > She plucks at her half-gloves nervously > "Now you live in the palace. Until we prepare a room for you, you can sleep in my, ah, my r-room." > O-kay. "That sounds good, I am pretty tired." > That's something of a lie, but you need time to think > She walks to one of many doors > Adagio glances over her shoulder > "Coming?" > You try to ignore all the 'witty' responses your oversexed brain composes "Yes, right inside you. I mean, behind you." > Dammit, brain > She blushes as your Freudian slip, and gives you time to catch up > "See that you do. My room is this way." > As you follow her swaying hips, you resign yourself to that fact that your boner will be doing more of the thinking for the foreseeable future > Adagio's room is large, with a canopied four post bed occupying a fair portion of it > The siren roots around in her dresser for a bit, then tosses a wad of clothing at you > "You can change into those out in the hall. Be grateful, not many people get to wear my clothes." > Upon closer examination, you seem to have a set of purple pajamas "Right. Thanks." > You step outside the door and close it > The hallway seems to be deserted, so you shrug and start taking off your clothes > You hear the door creak behind you, and you pause, shirt halfway off > You casually shuck your shirt, turning slightly > Out of your peripheral vision, you see the door cracked open > Alright > You bend over slowly as you inch your pants down your legs > You kick them to the side, then pick up the pajama bottom > You were planning on doing some seductive ass-cupping with the waistband, but as you pull it up you run into legitimate difficulties > After a few minutes of yanking and squeezing, you finally get into Adagio's pants > You are pretty sure, one wrong move and you will get such a wedgie > For that matter, the front is kinda tight too > No hiding that bulge > Not going to even try putting the shirt on > You reach back, and yank open the door, turning as you do > Adagio falls on her butt, her legs splayed > That wouldn't be too exciting, except she is wearing a thigh-length nightgown and apparently orange and white striped panties "I see two can play at the seduction game." > "What?" > You nod at her display > She looks down and immediately closes her legs, tugging her nightgown over her lap > "P-pervert!" > Really? "Really? You were the one watching me take off my clothes." > Adagio gets to her feet, smoothing out her gown to regain her composure > "I was just...making sure you didn't try to escape. Enough of this. We should really get some sleep, tomorrow you start on your duties." > She turns and walks to the bed, her back ramrod straight > You go to the other side "My duties? I thought you just wanted to get to know me." > The siren wriggles under the covers > "Oh, I'll be doing that too, but I have decided we really need an intelligent servant around here." > You slip under the covers as well > Damn, this is a large bed > There's at least two feet between the two of you "A servant you have sleeping in your bed." > A pillow hits your face > "B-be grateful! And no funny business!" "Alright, alright." > She flips a switch and the lights go out > As you lay there in the dark, you become all the more aware of the little sounds > Her shallow breathing, the rustle of cloth as she shifts positions > It's a long night > You wake up slowly, the morning sun warming your cheek > A slender arm across your chest, and something soft pressed up against your arm > Nice > You open your eyes and turn to look to the side > Blue? > The slight movement of your body rouses Sonata > She props herself up on her elbow, and you are somewhat saddened to feel the softness leave you > Bluey stares at you blankly for a moment, then grins > "Good morning, servant boy!" "Uh, good mo-" > She snuggles up against your chest, her face in the crook of your neck > You are very fine with this > She sighs happily > Then you hear rustling from the far side of the bed > "Mmmmgghphh, honestly, Sonata, you have your own be-" > Adagio looks down at the two of you > You notice that bluey is only wearing a bra and panties > You give orange creamsicle a wave with your free arm "Good morning." > Sonata looks up, and is faced with the increasingly wrathful face of the ruler of the world > She grins weakly > "Would you like a turn?" > Adagio hisses > "He's mine. Now get out!" > Bluey scampers off the bed > She only pauses at the door to give you a wink and to blow you a kiss > You give her a short little wave > You turn towards Adagio, who is gazing into the depths of her wardrobe "Anything I can help you with?" > She plucks out a few pieces that look... just like her normal outfit > Adagio lays them on the bed, and finally looks at you, her face carefully expressionless > "Help me get dressed." > You raise your eyebrows "Last night, you were embarrassed for me to see your panties. Now you want-" > "I know what I want!" > Ah, some anger > She turns away from you > "Don't question my orders, servant." > You approach, muttering out a "Yes, mistress." > She still has her back to you, so you lift up her gown from behind > dat ass > Adagio shifts her weight impatiently, and you bite your lip > You pull the gown up, and she shivers when one of your fingers grazes her side > She raises her arms accommodatingly, and you remove the gown completely > She stands there in her underwear, her white bra contrasting deliciously with her yellow skin > You look to the clothes she set out "Shall I get some underwear from the dresser?" > She whirls to face you > "That won't be necessary! I c-can do that later." > Then she turns her back on you once again, and you shrug > Tights first, you suppose > You crouch down to get her feet in, and are treated to a nice view of the undercarriage > The lavender fabric clings to her legs in a way that would make you jealous, if you weren't the one putting it on her scantily clad body > You pull it up and over her hips, your thumbs brushing against that tender flesh > The shorts come next, and fit her easily enough > That is, until it is time to button them. > You stand behind her, your arms circling around her and pressing quite firmly against her waist > You peer over her shoulder and you force the button ever closer towards the hole, savoring the view of her pillowy slopes > At last, the button is fastened, and both of you are breathing heavily > "Taking your time, Anon?" > You place your hand on her hip to steady you as you lean to scoop up her tube-top-thing "Can you blame me?" > You pull it down her chest slowly, mesmerized by how it drags across her breasts > "You are my servant, I can blame you for anything I want." > You step back to admire your work > Hmmm, seems you will have to tuck the top in "Ah, but do you want to?" > Your hand presses up against her stomach and slides in under the tight band of the shorts > "A-anon! What do you think you are doing?" "Just tucking in your shirt, that's all." > You repeat the process, your hand delving into her shorts with a slow, firm purpose > Once you are done, she snatches up her jacket and belt and retreats > "I-I can do the rest myself! Just- just stand over there!" > You bow, and stand in the appointed spot "And what shall I wear today?" > She glances at you, still flustered > "You shall remain as you are. Perhaps then you will learn to treat me with more deference." > Personally, you think she just likes you shirtless and in tight pants > As she collects the rest of her accessories, your stomach growls > She glances at you again, this time with regained composure > "Follow me to the dining room." > The dining room is about what you would expect, highly ornate and pointlessly large > And there's Aria, eating some sort of chocolate rice crispies cereal > You always knew she was the most evil > Adagio settles in the seat at the head of the table > "Cheerios for me, Anon." > Oh right, servant time > The breakfast paraphernalia is laid out in stacks on a nearby table > Next to it is a fridge, which you find is filled with milk...and nothing else > You hear Aria dryly observe, > "Interesting choice, Adagio. I can see why you picked him, but is he useful?" > You set the bowl before orange creamsicle, and pour her cereal > "At the very least, he is another person to buffer you from Sonata. I'm sure his other qualities will become apparent in due time." > You pour the milk, then begin to retreat > Adagio stops you with a hand gesture > "Some sugar, Anon." "As you wish." > You give her a peck on the cheek > Aria chuckles as Adagio blushes > Purple Hatsune leans forward with a leer > "In due time indeed." > Adagio glares at her, then turns a softer look on you > "Crystalline sugar. For my cereal." > You nod in acquiescence and set about your duties > Not much later, Sonata enters the room, clad in a fluffy pink bathrobe and her hair left down, still glistening from the shower > You take the initiative and pour her a bowl of lucky charms > She beams at you > "Thanks hot guy! Here, let me show you," > Her hands go to the neck of her bathrobe, but then stop > You think you see Aria finishing some pantomime in your peripheral > Sonata pouts > Hnnngg > "Maybe later, 'kay?" "As you say. Anything else I can do for you?" > Sonata ponders this, then holds out her spoon > "Feed me!" > Adagio has had enough > "Anon, I believe you have done enough for Sonata. In the future, don't do anything for her unless Aria or I tell you to." "Underst-" > "That's not fair! Why can't I play with the boy toy too?" > This is the moment Aria has been waiting for > Whatever she says, you are sure it will help Sonata learn and grow to be a more competent, mature person > "Because, Sonata. You are the worst." > Adagio just sighs, and you decide then and there to stay with the sane one as much as possible > As you stand behind her chair, Adagio addresses the problem > "Tell me, Sonata, what is his name?" > Bluey pauses, her arm cocked back to throw her spoon > As she looks at you, her brow furrows in concentration > "Donald?" > "Try again." > "Theron?" > Aria smirks > "Can't even remember his name? You really are-" > "Enough, Aria." > Professor Plum sulks > "Anyways, Sonata, you will get to have fun with Anon when you are responsible enough, or as part of the group. Understand?" > Moments pass > "So, what you're saying is, we are going to have an orgy?" > Facepalms all around > "No, just- no. Show me you are responsible and then you might get some -platonic- time with Anon." > Aria rolls her eyes > "Like that'll work." > Adagio shushes her, then returns to eating her breakfast > The other two grudgingly do the same "Ah, may I have some cereal as well?" > Adagio looks up at you in surprise > "Oh, right. Yes, of course." > Aria has an evil glint in her eye > "But which cereal will you eat?" > Great, now breakfast is political > You ignore the stares of the three sirens as you ponder your choices > You have an idea > You turn slightly, keeping Aria in the corner of your vision > Then you pour the coco rice krispies into your bowl > Is she? > Is she blushing? > You set the box down, then pick up one of each other type and add them to the mix > You return to the table, and sit next to Adagio > She gives you an approving nod > Aria scowls at you > "Does that even taste good?" > You take a bite "Sweet, bitter, and wholesome. It certainly is interesting." > Sonata cups her cheeks > "He said I was sweet~." > Adagio raises an eyebrow > "Wholesome?" "'The only sane one' isn't exactly a quality of cereal." > She smiles at that, and you are left to enjoy your food > At the end of breakfast, Bluey stands, then pauses > She glances at Adagio, then picks up her bowl and spoon and rinses them off in the sink > "Very good, Sonata. Anon, please pat her head." > ... "Alright." > Sonata is grinning, her hands clasped behind her back somewhat bashfully > You pat her head a few times, and she smiles even wider, her eyes closed in contentment > You wonder if she was recruited into the group for her weapons grade cuteness > You return to your place, and set about collecting yours and her bowls > Orange creamsicle reaches up and pats your head "You do know I'm not Sonata, right?" > She smiles at you > "That was for my own amusement." > You roll your eyes, and return to your work. > After breakfast comes the daily broadcast > Adagio hands you a pair of earplugs > "Wouldn't want you to become boring." > Fair enough > The studio has quite a bit more equipment than you expect > Then you see several monitors displaying maps, and you understand > There are entire stretches of Russia and China still resisting > Between the lack of infrastructure and the rugged terrain, the sirens' usual tactics fall short > You lose track of time as you browse the computer displays > Then someone plucks the foam from your ears > "Go with Aria, Sonata and I have some tactical singing to do." "Understood." > As you follow miss tight jeans out of the room, you see Sonata fiddling around with a joystick > Thanks, Obama > Aria leads you to a fairly generic office, one wall dominated by a large whiteboard > She sits in a heavily cushioned office chair, and you do the same > "While we wait, do you have any ideas on how to make things better?" > She taps a pen on a pad of paper "I understand that I am a slave here, but I am loyal to my fellow humans. Why would I go out of my way to help you oppress humanity?" > Aria sets the pen down and frowns > "Look, maybe what little resistance there is will get lucky with a missile, maybe not. But until that day, we have the vast majority of your species under our control. We don't actually need or want massive conflict; most sporting events have enough contention for our needs." > What is she getting at? > "What I want from you, is how can we make our rule more comfortable for all of you. Crime is nearly nonexistent, war abolished, and yet there are those who resist us." "You take away people's ability to think for themselves. Of course people will resist." > "You are a bunch of stubborn idiots, you know that?" > You shrug "Independence must have some value, if I'm not being sung into obedience." > Aria rolls her eyes > "That's because Adagio is oddly romantic, and wants to jump your bones without coercion." > ... "Can't complain about that. You don't approve?" > She huffs > "If you have the power, take what you want. If you don't, wait until you can. Let me tell you, Adagio is far too comfortable with the latter. If I was the leader, we would have ruled the world ages ago." "So why aren't you the leader, if you don't mind me asking?" > The siren gives you a dry look > "Don't think I don't know what you're doing. But to answer your question, Sonata." "Sonata?" > "When we were young, and Adagio and I were putting together a chorus, she was the best fit. She sang the higher registers we needed, she was cute and soft, and she could pretend to be clueless when we needed something said without the appearance of guile." "I'm sensing a but." > Aria nods > "The cluelessness wasn't all and act. By the time we figured it out, we had already been banished to this mudball." "What does this have to do with you not being the leader?" > She sighs > "You have to understand, there are resonances and harmonics you need three for. Adagio can handle Sonata, get her to obey. As for me, I ended up spending a decade coming up with an insult that she really dislikes. Riling her up is one of the few good things about being stuck with her." "And that insult is " you're the worst"?" > Aria grunts > "Should have known it was something simple. Would have saved me ten years." > With that she stands up > "This isn't going anywhere, let's get you into some real clothes." > You stand as well "Adagio's pajamas not doing it for you, I take it." > Aria slips behind you > "They are distracting. That she even let you out of her room like that is more than a little shameless on her part." > You turn around to find Miss Blaze's eyes fixed on your junk > You wait politely for a few moments > Then you clear your throat "My eyes are up here, Aria." > "Who cares?" > ... "You were saying I should wear real clothes?" > "Right. I did say that." > Her hand reaches out hesitantly, then she sighs and turns away > "Too distracting. Come on." > She leads you through some dim passageways, and you hear the sounds of industrial strength washing machines > Indeed, you pass by a room full of dull-eyed workers, folding sheets and sorting clothes > You soon find yourself in a simple store room, with stacks of uniforms of varying sorts > You are directed to the slacks and button down shirts > After a bit of rifling around, you end up with an outfit that should fit a bit better than your current one "And where should I go to change?" > Aria is leaning casually in the doorway, a smirk on her face > "Here is fine. And don't forget the underwear." > You shrug, and turn your back on her > Gotta leave some things to the imagination > The pajamas come off with a little persuasion, though they take your boxers down with them > As you bend over to put on some new ones, you hear Aria say, > "Oh yeaaahh, that's what I'm talking about." > You roll your eyes and put on your new clothes > When you're done, Aria walks a circle around you > "Not bad, you clean up nice, Anon." > Then she squeezes your ass "You're not worried about moving on Adagio's claim?" > You don't mind, but you get the feeling you should get to know the politics here > She slaps your butt, then struts out of the room > "Adagio is getting too used to calling the shots. I intend to remind her that I have my own ambitions, my own... desires." > Interesting, and suggestive > You get the feeling you are going to have a perpetual boner, living with these three > At any rate, you follow your molester through the maze of hallways to a room with wide windows and a number of recliners and a large couch > Aria picks up a remote and sits on the couch, the picture of boredom as she flips through the channels > After some hesitation, you sit on the other end > An hour passes "So... this is what you do, now that you've taken over the world? Watch TV?" > Pigtail Grape shrugs > "We also have video games and arts and crafts time, but this is pretty much it. If I had known how boring ruling the world is, I'd have gone for destroying it instead." "That's kinda disappointing." > "You're telling me. You bored too? I guess I can put on some porn. Guys like porn, right?" > You choke on air for a moment "Ah, yes, guys like... porn." > A couple of menus later, and the two of you are watching "Dirty, Dirty Hobos 3" > It somehow turns into a competition, seeing who can keep their face deadpan for the longest > Adagio walks in right in the middle of the boxcar orgy > Her face goes completely blank for a moment > Sonata peeks around her > "Oh! Did I miss the water tower scene? I hope I didn't miss the water tower scene, it's my favorite!" > Adagio growls > "Turn. It. Off." > Aria calmly presses a button, and the screen goes dark > "How was the hunt?" > "Average. Having fun with Anon?" > Purps grins > "A little. Found out he's into hair pulling." > Adagio storms over, leaning in real close to her subordinate > "What part of 'he's mine' do you not understand?" > Sonata crouches beside you and whispers, > "Hey." "Sup." > Aria remains unintimidated > "If you don't want him wandering, you should control him. Not my fault if he watches porn with other people." > Sonata sighs > "I hate it when they fight. We are supposed to be in harmony, you know?" "Kinda ironic, that." > "Yeah." > Adagio points to the TV > "It is your fault! You always watch porn!" > Wait "Always?" > They both look at you > Aria winks > Orangy grinds out, "Always." > Lavender Offender faces her leader > "Sometimes, I want to do my own thing." > "Anon is my thing to do!" > The room goes silent > Sonata wiggles her eyebrows > "Bow chika wow wow~" > Adagio blushes furiously > "Out! Everyone out!" > You start to get up > "You stay, Anon." > Aria sashays out of the room, and Bluey soon follows, waving cheerfully before closing the door > Adagio collapses into Aria's seat, rubbing her eyes > "Dirty Hobos, Anon? Really?" "Her pick, not mine. When a girl offers to watch porn with you, you take what you are given." > She glares at you now > "Not when you are claimed by another." > You are nonplussed "If I am claimed, then claim me. Sing me into obedience. If you want it to be real, I have to have a choice. I have to be able to choose." > She puts her face in her hands > "I know, it's just... when the others are flirting with you, and you just accept it..." "You know, you are awfully appealing for someone who abducted me." > She stares at you speechless, color rising once again to her cheeks > You shake your head ruefully "You only heard the 'awfully appealing' part, didn't you?" > "No! I heard the rest, but it's... it's the first time you complimented me." "Ah." > Is that > Is that a tiny little smile? "See this is what I'm talking about. You took over my world, kidnapped me, and yet here I am getting overwhelmed by how cute you are." > "C-cute?" > Adagio puts her hands over her mouth, her cheeks aflame > You have to turn away > You continue after a moment "Out of the three, I should be resenting you the most. So despite your own feelings, any time one of you flirts with me, it's the same. I didn't ask for this, though I certainly can't complain. I can only treat you like any three girls who have become intensely interested in me." > "That's not... unreasonable." > A beat > "I'm still your master, though. At this point, only obey orders from me." "Pffft. Pha hahaha! Of course, haha, I will obey only you. The others are crazy." > She looks at you with deep, soul weary eyes > "They are. They really, really are." "Aria really watches all that porn? I thought girls don't really...get much from that." > Adagio raises her eyebrows at you > "Erotic things are erotic. It may be an exaggeration to say she always watches porn. Sometimes she watches Mister Rogers reruns." "Mister R-" > Your brain breaks "Is it a fetish, or..." > Adagio shrugs > "I think we can agree we are better off not knowing." "Yes, definitely." > A companionable silence falls, and you reflect that this is a really comfy couch. > Miss Dazzle tilts her head > "Do you know how to play chess?" "Somewhat. I certainly wouldn't brag about my skill level." > She hops up off the couch > "That doesn't matter. I just want an opponent." > She strides towards a door in the back, humming happily > As you step through to the other side, if feels like you are in Narnia > If Narnia was made out of books > Your nose fills with the scent of gently aging paper > Every flat surface is occupied, shabby boxes with faded titles, stacks of records, and reams of sheet music > Adagio motions you towards a seat at a table of minor prominence > Its surface is dominated by a sixteen by sixteen chessboard, two sets of chess pieces set off to the side at either end > "Place your pieces how you like. Keep in mind, pawns perform many useful purposes. You will notice as well that you have two kings. One has a mark under its base, and is a fake, a decoy." > You check, and it is as she described "This looks complicated. And slow." > She wears a challenging smirk > "Giving up already?" "Hardly." > "Good. One final rule, you must move two pieces each turn. Note, you cannot move the same piece twice. All else follows the normal chess rules." > You try to take it seriously, right up until she tears through your front lines > It's obvious the rest of the game is going to be a lagging reactionary affair on your part > Might as well start talking "So you like antiques?" > Adagio pauses in mid-contemplation > "These aren't antiques." > She sits back and smiles fondly at the room > "I have personally read every one of these books, played every one of these games, and listened to and read every piece of music here." > It should have been ridiculous > Imagining a seemingly seventeen year old girl in the most contemporary and undignified clothing, browsing among these tomes and cultural remnants of a bygone age > Somehow you are touched "You actually like it here." > Adagio's mouth twists > "Spend long enough anywhere, and you'll find parts you like. Still, I was never content before recently. No longer having to hide, no longer keeping it all separate and secret. I like it here, now." > She moves one of her queens forward > "With you." > And a knight, long left off to the side "A good combination." > She smirks > "And the start of your downfall." > You make your moves, with a bare little thought as to the consequences "May as well play it out, though. Half the fun is in the struggle." > > > You are down to twelve pieces, most of them being pawns out in the middle of nowhere > Decoy king did next to nothing > Then the door behind you slams open > "Lunch time~!" > Adagio gets a calculating gleam in her eye > "Why don't we put Anon into the rotation?" > Sonata's eyes go wide > "For realsies?" > "For realsies." > The room reverberates with bluey's squee > Your ears are still ringing, as you get dragged off to some terrible fate > You find yourself in a kitchen > Sonata jams a chef's hat on your head and a recipe book in your hands > "Your job is to make sure I don't kill anyone." "Is this where I beat you unconscious with this book?" > Bluey rolls her eyes > "Didn't work the first time. Just stop me making mistakes while learning how to cook." "Right then. So what should we make?" > "Biscuits and gravy!" "Sounds kinda bland. Shall we add some meat to the dish?" > Sonata smirks from behind her hand > "Mmmm, sausage. I just lo~ve sausage." "Subtle. Sausage it is, then." > She skips over to a wall of fridges > Meanwhile you take a frying pan from its hook and set it on the stove > All the warning you get is the sound of a few footsteps > Then Bluey is inside your reach, prying your startled hands from the pan handle > "I have to do it!" > You don't argue, partly because her butt is rather firmly pressed against your groin > She cranks the heat all the way to the highest setting and drops the frozen hunk of sausage meat on the pan, still in its wrapper > It occurs to you that Sonata is an idiot > Back in her private library, Adagio gets a warm feeling in her heart > The traitor > You quickly turn off the stove top "Okay, let's take it one step at a time." > Sonata looks at you with eyes terrifyingly devoid of common sense > "What did I do wrong?" > You back up, you can tell you will need to concentrate, and a lap full of booty is not conducive to that "First of all, this meat needs to thaw before you cook it. So. Step one: put it on a plate." > Bluey retrieves a plate and sets it carefully on the counter > Your soul shrivels a little at the effort it must have taken to teach her not to shatter plates > Only now do you realize the depth of your duty > You are the last bastion between Sonata and the world > This has been one of the longest hours in your life > But when you see the meal neatly served on the table, you are oddly proud of Bluey > With enough coaching and supervision, she overcame her natural airheadedness and prepared a fine meal > For their part, Aria and Adagio are pleasantly surprised > Orangy is the first to speak > "This is... good! Anon, you are a miracle worker." > Sonata scowls > "Hey, I was the one who cooked it all!" > Aria nods gravely > "That's what makes this so amazing." > "Oh, in that case, thanks!" > Aria and Adagio share a look > You don't like the look in Orangy's eye > "How about we get rid of the rotations, and Anon helps you with every lunch time?" > Oh no > Bluey's eyes get wide > "For realsies? Cooking with Anon every day?" "Um," > Adagio smiles magnanimously > "After seeing how well you two work together, it is the only reasonable decision." "I must protest!" > Sonata turns her huge eyes on you, her lips forming a pout > "Y-you didn't have fun with me?" "Well," > "Not when you showed me what to do with sausage?" "That's an odd way of-" > "Or when you got white sauce all over me?" "That was an accide-" > "Or when we put dough in my oven?" > The other two sirens are shaking silently with stifled laughter, clearly enjoying your discomfort > "I thought we had something special." > She stares at you sadly, tears in her eyes "Fine. If it means so much to you, I will always help you cook." > "Yay!" > Sonata springs from her chair, across the table and slams into you > Your chair tips over > You find yourself on the floor, Bluey straddling your waist and hugging you tightly > You weakly pat her back as you try to catch your breath > Adagio leans over > "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few." "Can we just eat lunch now?" > Sonata loosens her embrace > She looks at you hopefully > "Feed me?" > You raise your eyebrows at Adagio > She rubs her chin > "Alright. I suppose she has done well enough to be rewarded." > Bluey rolls off of you, and helps you get you and your chair back upright > Then she promptly sits sideways on your lap > "Ah~" > With a sigh, you stab a piece of biscuit lathered in gravy and sprinkled with sausage bits > You bring the fork to Sonata's mouth, and are suddenly very aware of how lush and inviting her lips are > She leans forward, snapping up the morsel and humming happily at the taste > Alright, so you may be getting into this > She stops you with the second forkful > "You should eat too!" "With the same fork?" > Bluey blushes > "Isn't it more interesting that way?" > Aria grumbles > "Get a room." > "Oh! Can we?" > Adagio's fist hits the table > "NO." > Ah yes, now things are normal > You take a bite > Not bad, you decide > The rest of the meal passes in a like manner, with Sonata being ever vocal in her appreciation > As you gather up the plates, Bluey chuckles evilly > "It was so nice, seeing everyone stuff themselves with my sausage and gravy." > Stupid sexy Sonata > Adagio waits restlessly as you finish washing the last dish > "You can swim, right?" > You dry off your hands "Yes?" > "Good. I have planned an... outing of sorts. It will be nice to go outside, don't you think?" "Sure, some fresh air will be good." > She seems put off by your indifferent attitude > Nevertheless, she leans in close, gripping the collar of your shirt in her fist > Her voice is low and honeyed, sweetly hinting at violence of an intensely personal sort > "Don't even think about escaping. There's nowhere you can go that we can't find you." "Why would I distance myself from this?" > You punctuate your response with a kiss on her lips, your hand cupping her jaw > For a moment, she presses back, her mouth beginning to open > Then her eyes widen and she pulls away > "Y-you kissed me!" "How observant." > Ah, she's angry now > "Why did you kiss me?" > If you had to put into words, "Because I wanted to." > Adagio brings a hand to her lips, staring at you with wary eyes > "This is too easy, you're planning something." > You shrug "Not really. Shall we go?" > She grabs your wrist, not softly, but not firmly either > As she leads you from the room, she says, > "I'll be watching you." "That's one of your endearing traits." > She gives you a frustrated, conflicted look, then pulls you along faster > You emerge into the parking lot of a small motorcade > One of the many black SUV's has its doors open, and you see Aria and Sonata waiting impatiently > At Adagio's urging, you clamber into the middle back seat, pleasantly sandwiched between her and Aria > Aggravated Eggplant pokes you > "What took you so long?" > You glance sidelong at Orangy "Adagio was just explaining some things to me." > Aria takes one look at her leader, and lets it drop > The motorcade starts up, and relative silence reigns > Until Sonata starts pretending to shoot people with her fingers, going "Pew pew!" each time > The destination turns out to be a clothing outlet > Sonata merrily drags you to the mens' swimwear section > There she holds up two speedos > "What do you think, leopard print thong or pure white man panties?" "Boxers, definitely." > Aria creeps up behind you, whispering in your ear > "Oh we can't have that. It would be a shame to cover up that scrumptious rump of yours." > You look to Adagio, the last bastion of decency > In retrospect, that may have been a bad choice > "Oh, the leopard is very you, Anon. So shameless and predatory." > Yeah, definitely a mistake > Bluey presses it into your hands > "Try it on! For me?" > You look down at the scrap of cloth in your hands, and sigh "Alright, just give me a moment." > You close the changing room door, and begin to disrobe > When you set your boxers aside, Aria calls out, > "I know you're used to masturbating into things like this, but restrain your urges." > You feel odd, being naked and hearing her say such things > As you reluctantly put on your speedo, you notice that Anon Jr is up for the fitting > Stupid boner > You check yourself out in the mirror > The speedo is tight > Probably too tight > You open the door "What do you think, ladies?" > They eloquently say nothing > You turn slightly, giving them a profile view > Sonata gives you a thumbs up > "It's very you!" > Aria clenches her hands in the fabric of her pants > "Distracting." > Adagio runs off, and returns with a pair of black swimming shorts > She holds them out towards you, averting her eyes > "I may have spoken in haste." > Sonata whines a little as you return to the changing room > Aria just mumbles something about honey > When you emerge, Bluey just shakes her head > "It's just not the same, Anon." > Aria tugs a little at the waistband > "Could be a little tighter, I think." > Adagio pulls you away > "I think we are quite done here." > You glance back at the changing room as you leave > Eh, you can get more clothes back home > Miss Dazzle seems to relax as the four of you enter the building > You don't say much, just meekly follow them to a large atrium in the complex > The afternoon sun shines down on an Olympic size swimming pool, littered with inflatable items of all sizes > You set your hands on your hips "I'll just wait here while everyone changes?" > Sonata promptly shimmies out of her clothes > "Nope, I'm already in my swimsuit!" > She shakes her bikini clad bottom for emphasis > The other two just roll their eyes > Aria walks away, saying, > "Just don't drown him before we get back." > Bluey watches them go with intent eyes > Then she slowly twirls in place > "So~, what do you think?" "It's very blue." > It was, perhaps closer to indigo > She pouts "And very you." > Sonata seems a bit happier about that, and leans forward > Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage, only lightly bound by the shaped band around her chest > "In what way~?" "It's very expressive." > "Hmmm..." "and arousing." > She straightens up suddenly, delightedly watching your eyes go up and down > "Good answer~." > Sonata takes long, languid steps towards you, her fulsome hips swaying > "Are" > "You" > "Ready" > "To" > She grips the waistband of your shorts with both hands, a devilish grin on her face > "SWIM?" > Bluey heaves you onto her shoulder, staggers backwards, then deliberately drops you into the water > Your surface after a brief struggle to reorient yourself > Bluey is on her back, holding her stomach as peals of laughter ring out > That laughter turns to shrieks as you splash her with the pool water > She retreats behind a pool chair > "So you think the water is your ally?" > Sonata dashes out from behind the chair and vaults over your head, tucking her arms and legs into a cannonball > You bring your arms up in front of your face just in time, though you still get splashed pretty thoroughly > The siren rises from the deep with a predatory grin, and her bikini top floating several inches above where it should be "Ah, Sonata, your, ah, swimsuit..." > She looks down, shrugs, then right back at you > "All the more advantage for me!" > Bluey arms are a blur as she sends great sheets of water your way > It's all you can do to back away and send your amateurish splashes her way > You deeply regret your choices, wishing you could see clearly again > Then you hear someone clear their throat > Sonata stops immediately, and you a moment after > She has done nothing to fix the state of her swimwear, so you don't turn around > The voice behind you says, > "A water fight, Sonata? And you didn't invite us?" > Bluey finally fixes her top, and so you turn around > Legs > You look up > You are granted a vision of yellow underboob, bound by a purple string bikini > Sonata chuckles nervously > "It just sorta happened." > Aria slips into the water nearby, in a black thong and what you are pretty sure is a wide leather belt across her breasts > "You know, we finally have even numbers. How about Sonata and I against you two?" > Adagio slides in beside you > "We accept." > What follows is a whole lot of growling, splashing, and "accidental" wardrobe malfunctions on all sides > You climb out of the pool, breathing heavily > The pool chair is comfortable, and the sun is warm on your skin > The girls find their own resting places > Adagio chooses a nearby pool chair, turning it to face you > As she settles back and brings her arms behind her head, you appreciate the effort > Sonata drapes herself along a large inflatable dolphin, her ponytail clinging decadently down her back > Aria lays out a towel on your other side, and lays face down on it > She unbuckles her top and lays her head on her crossed arms > Honestly, you don't know where to put your eyes, so you settle on cycling through the options > At length, Bluey turns her head and sees you > "Oh, I just had an idea! Why don't we go camping tomorrow?" > Adagio glances aside wryly > "We can have Anon set up the tent." "Haha, very funny." > Sonata raises herself up a bit > "No, I'm serious! I mean, nice boner Anon, but I want to go camping for realsies!" > Aria doesn't even look up > "Go pretend to be homeless on your own time." > Orangy sighs > "It's not a bad idea, Aria. If we want to do it tomorrow, we should start planning today. Anon, you work with Sonata on the food, I'll handle the tents, and-" > Deep Purple interrupts > "I'm in charge of setting things on fire." > Adagio frowns > "Very well." > Bluey grins > "Oh, I see. Adagio handles the tents~." > You wink at Colonel Mustard "Want to get started right now?" > She pinches the bridge of her nose > "Idiots, I'm surrounded by oversexed idiots." > After more swimming and utterly losing at Marco Polo, you decide to get a jump on preparations > This translates to rooting around in the kitchen, looking for a big cooler of some sort > You fill it with lunch meat, cheese, mayonnaise, mustard, the usual > A cardboard box gets the more inert ingredients > Just as you finish up, servants file in, meekly setting about making dinner > Dinner itself is rather uneventful > Afterwards Adagio draws you aside, signalling the dazzled to take care of the dishes > "You should take a shower while you have the chance. That's what I'll be doing." > You grin "Shall I join you?" > She scowls > "Use Sonata's, she already bathed today." > With that, she strides off > It's a good idea, but, "Where is Sonata's bathroom?" > Bluey latches onto your back, her legs locking around your waist > "Why do you need to know? Gonna try peeking on poor, innocent Sonata?" > You lift under her knees, making it a piggyback ride "Thought I'd take a shower tonight, and yours is probably the most available." > She hums in thought at that > "Okay, this way!" > She grabs your head and points it down a hallway > If you didn't need a shower before, carrying a girl around this sprawling complex certainly corrected that > Finally you arrive, and set down Sonata with a sigh > "Hey, you're not implying I'm fat, are you?" > You hold up your hands in surrender "Just expressing my disappointment that I have to stop touching you." > She gives you a saucy grin > "You don't have to~" > You retreat behind the bathroom door, closing it swiftly "Adagio might kill one or both of us if we continue." > "Yeah, she can be mean like that." > You wait a few moments more, then start the hot water in the spacious tub > You and Sonata could fit easily i- > Anyways, you take off your swimsuit and step in > You close the curtain and pull the switch > You always flinch at the first impact of spray, but soon relax into its heat > Then you hear the door open > "You sure I can't join you?" "You already bathed today. If Adagio saw you with wet hair, she'd know." > You hear her take a step into the room > "Fi~ine." > You pick up a floral scented shampoo, and set to lathering > Bluey is doing something, you hear plastic tap against the counter, then the drawn out rustling of hair being brushed > What was once erotic has turned oddly domestic > You find yourself comforted by Sonata's quiet, feminine presence > "Oh hey, I think I can see the silhouette of your dick!" "Just keep brushing your hair, Sonata. Just keep brushing your hair." > You get done washing yourself, and realize a problem "Hey, could you get me some clothes? I kinda forgot to bring some." > "Nope!" > ... "Or get a servant to bring some?" > "Okay, Anon, get some clothes for Anon." > ... "How about a towel? Can you-" > Wait, you know what she will say "Will you please hand me a towel?" > "I don't know, can I hand you a towel?" > Dammit, Sonata "Dammit, Miss Dusk, I asked if you will. And how do you not know your own towel lifting capabilities?" > "Well, if you don't want to improve your grammar, that's up to you." > You sigh "And the towel?" > "Can I dry you off with it?" "I'll handle that myself." > It's her turn to sigh > Finally > Bluey holds out a pink towel from behind the curtain > It's a relief to dry off, the water on your skin was beginning to cool > When you are done, you wrap it around your waist and emerge from the tub > Sonata sits on the countertop, grinning > "I used that towel this morning. So you just rubbed your naked body aaaalllll over something that I rubbed aaaalllll over my naked body." "...I see." > She hops off > "Feel free to handle yourself. Pleasant dreams~!" > Then she leaves, putting a little extra sway in her hips > Stupid sexy Sonata > You make your way down to the laundry room > You decide on gray sweat pants and shirt, probably going to change in the morning > You hesitate as you unwrap the towel > It's been a little while > Not to mention the memories of the past day or so are... conducive > Ironically enough, now that bluey mentioned that you rubbed this towel all over yourself, you aren't really feeling "up" for it > You sigh, and put on the sweats > When you get to Adagio's room, you find her waiting impatiently, a brush in her hand > She holds it out to you > "Attend to me, servant." "Very well." > You take the brush > The siren sits on the edge of the bed, and you clamber up behind her > The first few passes go alright > You focus on the silky sensation of her wavy hair in your hands > Then you hit a snag, and Adagio snarls > "Careful!" "Sorry, won't happen again." > You take it more slowly, and she begins to relax > It's not long before you find another snarl in her hair, but you stop and work it apart with your fingers > Orangy hums approvingly > Now that you have the hang of it, you start to enjoy the task > The way she tilts her head against the pull of the brush > The pleasant scent of her hair > The stresses of the day fall away, soothed by the repetitive motion > At some point, Adagio clears her throat > "You can stop now, servant." "Do I have to?" > She giggles > "You really like this?" "It's... nice." > Yellow Belly glances at you amusedly over her shoulder > "Then let's do it every night." "I-if you insist." > You feel your face heat up > Adagio's eyes widen > "That's not what I meant! Just my hair! J-just brushing!" > Her face can't seem to settle on embarrassed or angry > Too cute "I understand, just brushing your hair, not making sweet, sweet love to it." > She flops onto her belly, burying her face into her pillow and letting out a frustrated groan > You casually slip under the covers on the other side of the bed "Pleasant dreams~!" > She just groans again > The next morning, you wake to the gentle sounds of someone getting choked > You open your eyes and look to the side > Adagio is straddling Aria's stomach, a mad smile on Orangy's face as she relentlessly gives a special, tiny hug "Seriously? Okay, let's take a break here and not kill each other first thing in the morning." > "Oh no, this has been a long time coming!" > For her part, Aria is giving you a pleading look > "Ghk!" > Alright, looks like you are going to have to break them up > You scramble across the bed and consider your options > You aren't entirely sure how strong Adagio is, and it seems unwieldy to go for her arms > Your boner makes a suggestion, and you agree instantly > You draw up behind the murderous siren and slip your hands under her arms and grab her boobs > "Wha-!" > Orangy reflexively clasp her arms across her chest, inadvertantly pressing your hands even more firmly into her soft flesh > Aria gasps for air, her chest heaving > Mission accomplished > Adagio comes to her senses and promptly breaks out of your grasp > She turns around and gives your face a ringing slap > "Y-you dare touch my ch-chest?" > You rub your face ruefully "You were trying to kill someone who you need for magic harmonics or whatever. It got you to stop didn't it?" > She slaps you again > Crap, that hurts > "Stop being such a pervert! The Anon I knew, the one I fell in lo-, the one I liked was a pure, quiet boy! You were kind, and funny, and sophisticated!" > Tears start to well in her eyes > She whispers, > "What happened to you?" > You get off the bed, offering her a hand as she does the same > You gaze into her troubled eyes "I have always been somewhat like this. You just didn't see it, because I am usually quiet. Then you abducted me, and I started spending a lot of time interacting with three incredibly beautiful girls who are each interested in me. You may think I've changed, that I'm not your Anon anymore. But your Anon was only ever one part of me." > Adagio stands before you, her arms limply at her sides, a pleading look on her face > "Can you be my Anon? Just for a little bit?" "Of course." > You wrap her up in a loose hug, cradling her against your chest > She sobs quietly, her tears soaking into your shirt > You gently rock her back and forth, whispering reassurances that it's all okay > Aria gives you a grumpy look from the bed, somewhat recovered from her ordeal > You put a finger to your lips, then resume comforting the disillusioned girl in your arms > Professor Plum rolls her eyes and lays back in the bed > Eventually, Adagio sighs and pushes you gently away > "Now get out of here, I need to change." > You leave the room, with Aria close behind > She closes the door behind her, then fixes you with a glare > "She tries to kill me, and you end up hugging her?" "Well, she was in more distress at the time. C'mere, let me make it up to you." > You embrace her perhaps a bit tightly > Her hands press against your chest for a moment > "What do you thi-" "Shhh, it's okay now, I'm here." > Her hands lower a bit > "This does not make up for before, you know." > You rub her back, gently rocking her in your arms > Aria clasps her hands behind your back, and leans into the embrace > "Just don't tell Sonata, alright?" "I promise." > The two of you stand like that for a long moment, then she pats your butt > "Time for breakfast. C'mon." > You let go, and follow her quickly striding form > Did she just do a skip? > You walk into the dining room to find Sonata already eating > She looks at you, the Aria, then waggles her eyebrows > "You two just hugged." > Professor Plum is blushing furiously > "We did not hug! Adagio tried to choke me!" > "Hm hm hmmm, you can try to deny it, but I can see it in the way you walk. You totally hugged, and you know what that means~!" > Bluey rises like a jungle cat, and prowls across the table > Aria backs up into the wall > "For the last time, you can't use me to feed your addiction." > "Too late!" > Mrs Peacock pounces, snuggling up to a scowling Professor Plum > Aria glares at you > "This is all your fault." "So I see." > Sonata pauses while rubbing her cheek against Violent Beauregard > "A challenger approaches." > In the blink of an eye, you have Blue Raspberry all over you > She sniffs a few times, then looks up at you in delight > "You cuddleslut! All three in one morning?" > You return her embrace loosely "You're one to talk, you snugglemaniac." > She nuzzles her face into your armpit "Uh, what are you doing?" > Bluey surfaces with a grin > "I have your scent now. You will never escape me! <3" > At that point your stomach growls "Can I get a Hotel California on that? I'm hungry." > "Alright!" > She prances happily back to her chair > Aria shakes her head at you > "You really are the worst cuddleslut." > You shrug and grab a bowl "I'd stop, but there's no reason to." > You are halfway through your bowl of cereal by the time Adagio comes to breakfast > You have a moment of hesitation, then you set about preparing her cheerios > She nods at you pleasantly, taking her time walking to the place you set for her > "Good morning, Girls, Anon." "Ah, likewise." > "Go~od morning!" > "...Morning." > Colonel Mustard picks up her spoon > "And how are preparations for today's excursion?" > Aria answers absently, peering into the coco rice krispies box > "I have enough to burn down whatever forest we end up in." > Adagio looks expectantly at Sonata > Bluey stares blankly > "What?" "Er, I handled the food prep. Seemed safer that way." > After some consideration, Orangy nods > "I had wanted Sonata to learn some planning skills, but this is fine too." > She goes back to eating > Aria leans her head on her hand > "And the tent situation?" > "Handled." > Bluey waggles her eyebrows > "Was it hard?" > Adagio looks her straight in the eye > "Yes, it was long and hard. By the end, I was sweaty and tired, but filled with contentment." > Three jaws drop open > Miss Dazzle returns to her breakfast, a smug smile playing about her lips > Sonata looks at you in confusion > "Is she saying you guys had sex?" > Facepalms all round > Bluey looks at each of you, becoming increasingly confused > "What?" > Aria sighs > "Sonata," > Adagio tenses minutely > Professor Plum continues, > "She was just going along with the innuendo you were making." > "Oh, okay. Thanks Aria!" > Adagio taps you on the shoulder > "I think Aria has earned a pat." "I agree." > The girl in question watches you approach warily > You stop just within arm's reach and turn around > Orangy looks at you questioningly > You bend over a little, sticking your butt out "Pat away, Aria. You've earned it." > Orange Creamsicle just sighs > Statuesque Grape grins and you hear some dishes clatter in the background > "Don't mind if I do." > What follows is a bit stronger than a pat, you can feel the flesh of your rear jiggle > After about five of those, you figure that's enough > As return to your seat, you notice Aria can't stop grinning > Then you notice your dishes are gone "Wha-" > Sonata kneels by Adagio, a pleading look in her eye > "Can it be my turn? I washed the dishes and everything!" > Adagio gives you a wry look > "You established a precedent. Your butt is no longer your own." > You pose heroically "I regret only that I only have one butt to give." > That gets you a chuckle > "Alright, Sonata. Have at it." > You were prepared for the groping, squeezing hands > You were not prepared for Blue Raspberry rubbing her face against you like some overly affectionate cat > Your reaction must have been unique, because the other two burst into giggles > You sigh dramatically "The sacrifices I make for my mistresses." > After a few more moments, you look behind you "You done down there?" > "Never~!" > Welp > Then a set of hands sets about massaging your pectorals "Er, that's really not much of an erogenous zone for me." > Adagio rests her chin on your shoulder > "Even so, I like it. Turn about is fair play." > The entire time Aria just sits there with a look of mild amusement on her face > "You know, this is more what I was imagining when we snatched you off the streets." "From what I now know of you, I am not surprised." > Sonata peeks out from around your hip > "You want to be surprised? Okay!" "Wha-" > You feel a slender hand try to wedge its way into your crack, blunted by the intervening cloth "Ah!" > You break free and stagger a few more steps away "That's quite enough, thank you!" > Bluey beams > "You're welcome!" > Soon after, the Dazzlings excuse themselves for some tactical singing > You take the opportunity to change into some shorts and a T-shirt > They still aren't done; you wander around, skimming the shelves of Adagio's library, then Aria's... video collection > Nothing really appeals, and you end up listlessly sitting in a recliner by a window > You used to be self sufficient with regards to your entertainment > After a moment's reflection, you decide to blame it on the girls; with them around, your attention is often thoroughly occupied > You just sit there, blindly staring at the wind rustled grass > There's a familiar irritating restlessness building inside > You stand up and stride out of the room > You snag a hand towel from the dining room and head back to Aria's video library > More out of habit than out of fear of being seen, you draw the blinds on the windows > That done, you haphazardly grab a DVD case from the R's > Upon closer inspection, it has no cover art or anything > You crack it open to find a similarly blank disc > Odd, but whatever > You pop it into the player and settle down on the couch > As the usual FBI warnings go by you unzip and grip your little friend with the towel > You brace yourself for whatever kind, what strange parody that will ostensibly help you get your rocks off > You were not prepared for the xylophone > Nor the trolley coasting through a miniature neighborhood > You freeze, overwhelmed by childhood fondness and the sheer wrongness of this situation > Just then the door opens, and you hear Aria say, "I knew he'd be here." > Your head turns slowly, but not before catching the episode title >> 'Mister Rogers Talks About Growing' http://youtu.be/AejN46S1VXQ > Two of the three Dazzlings stare at you in horror > You stare back, deeply uneasy about the evil light in Aria's eyes > Silence reigns, or it would except Mr. Rogers is singing > You frantically turn away, putting the reduced and confused Anon Jr back in > Adagio's mouth moves, but no sound comes out >> "~It's a neighborly day in this beauty wood, a neighborly day for a beauty~" > Sonata backs away slowly, her eyes locked on your now zipped up shorts >> "~Would you be mine?~" "I can explain!" > Aria saunters over, her voice low and breathy > "It's the sweater, isn't it?" "No! I didn't mean to-" > She puts a finger on your lips > "You don't choose Mr. Rogers." > The Lavender Offender has a presence like a large venomous snake > You are frozen in fear and fascination as she straddles your lap > "He chooses you." > Mr. Roger tosses and catches his shoe in your peripheral vision > Your boner has never been so confused > Aria rests her hands on your shoulders and slowly rolls her hips > "Won't you be my neighbor?" > Your breathing stutters and stops, much like your brain function right now >> 'Do you ever sing, "Won't you be my neighbor" while I sing it?' > Her voice is husky with desire > "Yesssss!" > Adagio creeps around the edge of the room, and turns off the TV > You can think straight again, and you > Okay, no you can't think straight > Aria is leaning forward, grinding her crotch firmly against yours > All you can see, all you can smell, all you can breathe is Aria > Then you hear a wooden thud, and you see Sonata standing shakily, baseball bat in hand "Th-thanks, I think." > She looks like she's going to reply, but then she looks away > Adagio is breathing unsteadily as well, but manages to speak > "You should... change your shorts. But I don't know if you will ever feel clean again." > You look down to see a damp spot, which may or may not have been from your own fluids > You don't really want to try to figure it out > You leave, not certain you could speak in that moment > You wash, and you wash, and your hands are still shaky as you get dressed Here are some very special quotes from the episode: Jimmy is a frisky cat Think of all the things you can do now, that you couldn't when you were a baby Can you say special words? Can you wait for a while for something you want a lot? There's lots we can do while we're waiting for growing Platypus mound, that's a surprise And what do you think that big thing will look like? Purple Panda, from Planet Purple I am not a scary, big thing, King Friday Our representatives will speak to the big thing Do you like to make up stories about little things that grow up big? After you play with things, you put them back Time to feed the fish I like the way you're growing up, it's fun, that's all Look how much she's grown, come on in I hope you'll come again > It's a somber group that piles into the van > Aria rides shotgun, an icepack pressed to her bruised head > Sonata tries to comfort you, but she won't stop saying "Neighborfucked" > Adagio sits next to you and holds your hand tightly > It's a relief when you all arrive in a clearing in the middle of small nature park > You get some help unloading everything from the dazzled > Then Adagio orders them to leave > "Anon, we're counting on you to erect the tents." "That wasn't a joke?" > Sonata grins at as the other two set up camp chairs > "Oh Anon, we don't joke about erections. Buildings are serious things." > Adagio nods in mock seriousness > "As are tents." > Aria sits back and crosses her legs > "And let us not forget about shorts." > Orangy doesn't even bother trying to hide her smirk > "Oh, I can never forget about shorts." > Bluey bounces excitedly > "Ooh! And skirts! They're comfy and easy to wear!" > ... "We're still talking about erecting things, right?" > "Whaaaat?" > Adagio sighs > "Most of us are. Now please, use your extensive experience with poles and set up the tents." "Yes Mistress." > Ah, a return to normalcy > You put up three tents with little trouble, ignoring the catcalls and whistles > Rooting around in the pile of supplies, you find- "C4?" > Aria smiles > "A girl has needs." > Right > At last, you straighten up and raise your eyebrows at Adagio "Where's the fourth tent?" > "It is fitting for a servant to be close at hand at all times." > You cross your arms "So, there isn't a fourth tent, say for the reason that you needed more time to have one prepared." > She examines her fingernails > "What an oddly specific thing to say, Anon. Surely you aren't complaining?" "No, of course not. So, tents are done. What now?" > Sonata's stomach growls > "Lunch?" > That was met with general approval and amusement > You set out the ingredients for sub sandwiches, not even Bluey can mess that up > Not to mention how gratifying it is to see the sirens slide long sandwiches into their mouths > You did have a mild scare when Sonata chopped hers in half > Then she grabbed a piece of sandwich in each hand and alternated taking bites > After lunch, Sonata looks at the three of you > "So, I was thinking, we could go on a hike, and like, explore!" > Aria rolls her eyes and walks away > Bluey calls out, "Where are you going?" > "Getting wood." > Smurfette turns to Adagio > "You'll come with me, won't you?" > Orangy waves a notepad > "I'm writing lyrics while we still have light." > Sonata looks to you with big, pleading eyes "Alright, I'll go on a hike with you." > "Great! Let's go!" > She grabs your hand and starts off immediately > You barely snag a water bottle before you are dragged off along some faint path through the trees > You have to admit, it's rather fun watching Sonata flit around > Crouching low to sniff some wildflowers, or to show you an odd caterpillar > Trying to catch the occasional leaf as it falls > Then you both freeze > A moose pauses in the middle of the trail, staring directly at you > A long moment passes in silence > Then it walks away > You let out a breath you weren't aware you were holding > You turn to Sonata "Where are we?" > Pretty sure there aren't any moose near Canterlot High > Bluey looks at you, with eyes full of wonder and information > "In the wonderful world of nature!" "No, like what is the map location we are at?" > She frowns, considering this > Finally, > "I don't know!" > You sigh "Should have expected that. Shall we continue?" > "Ooh! Can I have a drink first?" "Alright." > You hand her the bottle and she very nearly chugs half of it > You are about to say something, but then she hands it back to you with a big smile > "Glad I could depend on you, Anon!" "Y-you too." > Then she giggles and scampers off > Weapons grade, that girl > You jog to catch up > Once the two of you double back, you get pretty thirsty yourself > Damn your Japanese mangoes > All you can think about as you drink from your bottle is how her lips touched the same thing > As you screw the cap back on, you look around > Where'd she go? "Sonata?" > Nothing > You jog a little further down the track "Sonata?" > How hard can it be to find a blue girl in a forest? > You round the bend, and thank goodness, there she is > ... > With her skirt flipped up (nice ass), and > How to put this delicately? "Why are you humping that tree?" > She looks over her shoulder at you > "I'm not humping, I'm hugging! It's my way of saying 'thank you' to mister tree, for letting me pee standing up." > It's then that you notice the dark streak down the trunk between her legs > Looking carefully, it looks like she didn't get any pee on herself "Clever girl." > "You're a pretty weird guy, watching me pee." > Crap > You turn away "Sorry, I just, you were gone, and then I saw your sweet ass, and I just got distracted. I mean," > "Sweet ass?" > She giggles > "It's okay, Anon. You can totally check out my sweet ass." > ... > You turn around, but Sonata is back on the path, her short skirt swishing around her thighs "Ah, I guess I missed my chance." > You start walking after her > "Just lift up my skirt, it's not like I'm wearing panties right now." > Heart status: racing "Just lift up your... really?" > Bluey grins at you over her shoulder > "For realsies." > You close the distance between the two of you > Your hand reaches out hesitantly, your fingers brushing pink cloth > Her skirt lifts marginally, and you find yourself fascinated by the play of the muscles in her thighs > With a firmer grip on the hem, you lift the skirt > Two light blue cheeks are revealed, swaying and bulging with her every step > You start to fall behind, mesmerized > The skirt goes taut, and Sonata stops > "Third leg getting in the way?" "S-something like that." > Bluey bends over, resting her hands on her knees > "Go ahead and touch it~!" > You are breathing heavily as you gently pull the skirt up onto the curve of her lower back > Your hands descend up her booty like snow from a winter sky > She writhes a little at your gentle touch > "Ohh, nice! I shoulda done this long ago." > Your finger tips trace small circles in her tender flesh > Anon Jr is insistently reminding you of his incarceration > You increase the pressure slowly, rubbing her butt cheeks in circular motions > Sonata moans a little, shifting her weight from leg to leg > As you grip her rear more firmly, you catch glimpses of her womanhood from between her cheeks > Finally you spread her ass, looking fully upon her puckered hole and slit > "Oh Anon~, what ever could you be doing?" > What are you doing? > You are... "Teasing you." > You let go, then give her rump a good swat > Look at all that jiggling > Nice > Bluey straightens up, rubbing her butt and frowning petulantly > "That's not a very nice way of thanking me for touching my butt." "You know, you're right." > You wrap her up in a tight hug, her arms trapped at her sides > She practically melts in your arms > "Mmmm, that's better." > You give her an extra tight squeeze, then let her go > Sonata staggers a bit, a dopey grin on her face "Shall we go back to camp?" > "What ever you say, Anon." > Stupid sexy Sonata > You make it back to the camp without further incident > Admittedly, with far more glances at Bluey's rear than normal, but that's to be expected > You find Aria cutting paper into little humanoid dolls, a fire burning merrily not to far away > Well, you didn't expect that, but it's not too surprising > Adagio is simply napping in her camping chair, an open book draped across her stomach > Cute > Bluey skips over to the fire > "So, Aria, let me see your wood!" > "Go away." > "C'mon, show me your long, thick, sticky tree branch~." > Aria picks up her ax > "You know, I was thinking of adding more limbs to the fire. How nice of you to volunteer." > Sonata sprints away, hiding behind you > "Save me!" > You just sigh "You girls want to play card games or something?" > Purple Panda gives you a blank look > "Can I burn them?" "No." > "Then that's my answer." > Right > You look over your shoulder "What about you, bluey?" > "Bluey?" > Oh, you did say that out loud "It's a nickname." > She beams at you > "I like it!" > Good, but "So, you up for a card game?" > "Well, I don't actually know any." "You don't know any? You're a thousand years old!" > Aria looks up at that > "Older, actually. Does it bother you, being preyed upon by three ancient women?" > You roll your eyes "Maybe I would be, except that you all look like smoking hot teenagers. But seriously, how does Sonata not know how to play a single card game?" > Purple punk gives you a flat look > "She's Sonata." "Ah, right." > The girl in question scowls > "Hey, stop talking like I'm not here." > You turn and stare deeply into her eyes "Yes?" > A blush rises to her cheeks > "I- I just never got around to it, alright?" "I believe you." > Bluey sighs happily, leaning on your chest > Aria coughs > "You actually touched her butt." > Your eyes snap to the firebug "How can you possibly know that?" > She rolls her eyes > "We've been together for over a thousand years. You pick up on certain tells over time." > Now that she mentions it, Sonata did have an uncanny hugging sense "Fair enough." > "Hardly. You've grabbed Adagio's boobs, Sonata's butt, and nothing of mine." "I seem to remember you vigorously rubbing your crotch against mine." > She tosses one of her paper people cutouts into the fire > "That was Mister Rogers talking. You haven't really touched me." > This is a really weird conversation, especially while you have a cute blue girl nuzzling your chest "Do you... want me to touch you?" > Just then, Adagio starts to stir > Aria glances between the her and you quickly > She practically hisses, "Yes!" > Your self-preservation instincts kick in and you set bluey in a camping chair before finding your own > Adagio raises her head and looks blearily around "Have a nice nap?" > Orangy focuses on you > "I suppose. I see you returned safely." "Indeed." > "Good. Right..." > She scratches her head tiredly, then looks up at the mid afternoon sun > "Shall we play a game?" "Do you have one in mind?" > Adagio leans back in her chair, stroking her book like a cat > "Sequence." > Sonata jumps excitedly > "Oh! I love sequence!" > Aria is suspicious > "What are you planning, Adagio?" > Orangy leans forward > "There aren't enough colors for four players. I was thinking we could do teams, and the losers have to cook all the meals for the rest of the trip." > Aria glances at Sonata apprehensively > Adagio catches this > "I see you understand. One last thing: you choose the teams." > Purple Panda raises her eyebrows > Sonata looks around, sensing the increased tension > "Um, Anon could just take my place..." > Orangy smiles > "That's nice of you, but it's more fun to play together. Now hush, Mommy's scheming." > Aria considers her choices, a series of expressions crossing her face > Finally she settles on a frown > "Anon and I against you and Sonata." > Adagio leaps out of her chair in on sinuous motion > "Come on, Sonata, let's plan our strategy." > Bluey skips over happily, and the two of them whisper heatedly while digging in the supply pile > Aria draws you aside > "You do know how to play, right?" "Connect five, discard playing cards to put checkers on the board. It's been a while, but yeah I know how. But before we talk strategy, are you sure you want Sonata cooking for us?" > Professor Plum gives you a flat look > "There is no strategy. We must lose." "Oh, kay. So why did you volunteer to be on the losing team?" > "If you look at it the right way, I'm apologizing to Adagio, she's forgiving me, and we are both managing Sonata." > You lead her over to the picnic table and sit down "Okay, I can see how taking the penalty is apologizing, but how is she forgiving you?" > Aria stares down at her lap, and bites her lip > "Get to spend time with-" > The sequence board hits the table with dull clatter > Sonata grins > "Game time!" > Your hand sucks > Two wilds, a one-eyed jack and three others clustered around the corners > Normally, that'd be great, but you are fighting for a world where pancakes don't have eggshells in them > You notice Adagio nod in your peripheral vision > As you play one of the normal cards, Sonata fans herself with her hand > "Ugh, it's so hot out here, like, for realzies." > Aria rolls her eyes > "It's summertime, Sonata, it's supposed to be hot out." > Bluey just sticks her tongue out and plays a card, seemingly at random > As the game develops, the ditz keeps on complaining about the heat > It's kinda annoying, and Aria isn't enduring it well > You'd be the same way, but then Sonata pulls at her shirt, exposing a little more cleavage > One of the times, she catches you looking, and smirks in response > The board is starting to fill up, making it increasingly hard to make bad, but not obvious moves > It's your turn again, and you pause, considering your options > "This is just too much, I need to cool down." > Aria rolls her eyes > "Really, you are the-" > Bluey shucks off her shirt > 420 stops talking > That bra... you're pretty sure it's a size too small > Not that you're complaining > Adagio nudges you > "Come on Anon, your turn." "Oh, right." > You take off your shirt as well > Ah yes, blushes all around > Purple Panda coughs > "You're turn to play a card, Anon." "Oh, right." >Sonata crosses her arms below her bust, lifting it slightly > Okay, you know exactly what she is doing > That doesn't stop you from keeping your eyes on the prize > Boobs > You select a card at random from your hand, and discard it > Aria groans > "That's a wild, Anon. Please tell me you meant to play that." > You glance at the card "Oh. Yes, I definitely meant to do that." > You scan the board quickly, and drop a checker on an empty space in the middle > Sonata grins, slamming down her card > "We just got a sequence! In. Your. Face! You thought you could have Anon on your team, and we would be all distracted, fantasizing about his dick, when instead it is Anon fantasizing about my dick!" > ... > What > Bluey shakes her chest in Aria's face > "Who's the worst now, huh?" > Explosive Eggplant glares at you from across the table and behind the blue foothills of paradise > "Anon, we are going to beat this blithering idiot. First in the game, then with planks of wood with nails in them." "Okay." > Aria surges up, knocking Sonata back to her seat > Your teammate grabs you by your shoulders and shakes you vigorously > "NO, NOT OKAY, I AM TIRED OF THIS SHIT, AND WE ARE GOING TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! AM I UNDERSTOOD?" > She pauses, and the world stops blurring "Yes ma'am, I understand ma'am." > "Good." > She drops you, and you collapse onto your seat > Aria sits, gives her a hand a sour once-over, and slaps a card down > The game moves on, and you find your gaze increasingly drawn to Sonata's bust > Adagio pauses on her turn > "Hmmm, doesn't it seem like Anon hasn't been playing his best? I wonder why that could be." > Sonata chuckles evilly > Aria scowls > "He's the worst teammate." "Rude." > Adagio smirks > "Oh Aria, how does it feel to know that Sonata is better at managing him than you are?" > With that, she plays her card > Professor Plum growls > "Anon, look at me." > You look up from your hand > Aria is blushing, and taking off her jacket > You bite your lip > Dose shoulders > She looks straight into your eyes > "Here's the deal. You make good plays, you get to see more. Got it?" > You swallow "Got it." > You take a serious look at the board > To be honest, it's not that hard to make good plays, there are lots of runs of three everywhere > Wait > Oh hell yes > You slap down the jack of diamonds "How do you like that, we got a sequence too." > After placing the checker, you raise an eyebrow at Aria > She averts her eyes, but slowly lifts her top, exposing a fair bit of the underside of her breasts > Adagio peeks at your lap > "Oh, well done, he likes that." > The grouch lowers her top, blushing furiously > "Good." > Sonata rubs her chin > "So that's the way you want to play, huh?" > Aria scowls at her > "No, this is the way you wanted to play. Now take your stupid turn." > "Fine, fine. What a grump." > Your beleaguered teammate turns to Adagio > "Can I please kill her? Please?" > Orangy simply smiles > "Now now, if I'm not allowed to kill you, you aren't allowed to kill her." > Aria sits back with a sigh > Bluey happily makes her play, yet another checker in a random spot > A few more plays, and it's back to you > Sonata is fussing with something behind her back > "Oh, Anon~!" "Yes?" > Just as her bra begins to sag, she brings an arm around to hold it up > The straps hang loose off her shoulders > "If you make a bad move, I'll make a move too!" "Huh." > Adagio grins at Aria's reddening face > "Can you match that deal? Or are your breasts not enough to match, let alone overcome her influence?" "Wait, " > Purple Panda takes a deep breath > "I have faith in Anon's ability to recognize true beauty." "Thanks, but," > Sonata drops her arm, baring her chest > Recognize this!" > Jiggle jiggle > Aria shucks off her top, thrusting her bare chest out proudly > She glares at you haughtily > "Well?" > So this is what Paris of Troy felt like > Wait a second > He had three "I think I would need the full range, to truly make a judgment." > Bluey cocks her head to the side > "Full range? Like this?" > She lifts her melons high, then lets them fall > Such jiggling "Wow. No, I meant that Aphrodite and Athena stand before me, but Hera has yet to reveal herself." > She is even more confused, looking around curiously > "Where are they? I'm not seeing anyone else..." > Aria, still flustered, raises an eyebrow at Adagio > "He means that we are goddesses, and that Adagio should show off her boobs." > Sonata giggles at that > Orangy's composure begins to fail > "I don't see why-" > Aria puts her hands on her hips > "Everyone else is topless. Join us." > Bluey nods enthusiastically > "Joooiiiin uuuuuussss!" > You scoot a little closer, your hip pressing against hers > You wrap an arm around her back, your hand resting on her other hip > She looks at you, your faces so close > You whisper, low and rough "Join us." > Adagio blushes and averts her eyes > "Fine, you weirdos." > Sonata cheers at that > Orangy takes it slow, shedding layers until she's just wearing a bra > Aria rests her chin on her interlaced fingers > "Go on, it's nothing we haven't all seen before." > Adagio scowls at her > "Anon hasn't!" > Lavender Bender considers this > "Nothing we haven't all groped before." > Sonata looks at you with big eyes > "Whaaaaatttt?" > You hold your hands defensively "It was to save Aria's life." > Orangy stands up > "Everyone be quiet! I'll do it, just stop talking." > Aria makes eye contact with you > "That's what she said." > Your breath bursts out of your mouth, and you try to pass off the sound as a cough > Adagio just glares at you two, then sighs > She unhooks her bra and neatly puts it on the pile of clothes beside her > "Happy?" > She sits back down "Very." > You put your hand to your chin, carefully examining each of the glorious racks before you > Sonata's is definitely the plumpest, and she wiggles a little while under your thorough gaze > Nice > You turn to Aria, who is not as comfortable as she would like you to think about being topless > Hers are perky, but somewhat substantial > If you had to guess, they would be almost exactly a handful > She relaxes somewhat as your gaze turns to the third siren > Adagio has to stop herself from covering up, settling on keeping her tense fists in her lap, her arms pressing against the sides of her bared breasts > Even then, it's obvious that she has the smallest set, a fact of which she is thoroughly aware > Yet somehow, her shyness and insecurity makes her boobs all the cuter > You glance down at her hand of cards, and sigh "Ladies, I must preface this decision with the statement that you all have wonderful breasts, and I would love to shower them with attention and kisses." > You are pretty sure each of the girls is rubbing their thighs together at that thought > Adagio certainly is "However, I must say that the pair that appeal to me the most, belong to Aria." > Aria covers her mouth in surprise, blushing deeply > Sonata is a little put out, but she shrugs and pats Pigtails on the back > "Congratulations!" > Adagio is hit rather harder by this revelation > She brings her arms to her chest and hunches over a little > You put your arm around her shoulder and squeeze her reassuringly "I still find you very, very attractive." > Orangy looks up at you, her eyes a turmoil of emotion "After all, you are more than your mammaries." > With that you withdraw your arm, and lightly trace a finger from the nape of her neck, down her spine and to her waist before pulling completely away > Her back arches at the stimulation, and she inhales sharply > You grin, and turn back to the game "While this has been fun, it's ultimately moot." > You drop your last wild, blocking off one potential sequence "They have two more ready to go, and Adagio has a wild." > Sonata gazes at the board in amazement > "We won! Ahaha! Yes yes yes!" > Aria tries to scowl, but she ends up looking at you with an indecipherable expression on her face > Adagio starts putting her clothes back on immediately > "I had wondered how long we could keep it going, but this is an acceptable end." > She glances up at you > "I'll be in our tent. Let me know when dinner is ready." > She strolls away, head held high > Sonata busies herself with putting the game away, blissfully content to leave the girls hanging out > She makes shooing motions at team Arianon > "You have fallen before the mighty, the busty, the invincible Sonata! Go and make her foo..." > She frowns > "Hey, you get to make dinner! What about me?" > You pat her shoulder > "You win some, you lose some. Did you at least have fun playing the game?" > Sonata pauses, then smiles at you > "Yup! Aaaand I won! How cool is that?" "Pretty cool." > With that she prances off to her tent, carrying the game with her > That leaves... > Aria approaches, looking you straight in the eye > "I want you to touch me like you touched Adagio." > She turns around, presenting her bare back to you > You reach out with a single finger, > "Start from the bottom." > Alright > You lightly touch the pad of your middle finger to where her spine meets her pants > Her breath hitches > You slowly trace up her spine, relishing the sensation and her shuddering breaths > As your finger grazes up the nape of her neck, her back arches, her breasts thrust out and forward > As you pull your finger away, her breathing begins to return to normal > "Th-thanks, Anon." > She goes to collect her clothes "Any time." > Aria pauses > "Anytime? Really?" > You'd say yes, but... "Anytime it wouldn't get me killed." > She smiles at that, and gets dressed > "Fair enough. Now let's make dinner." > You dig around in the pile of boxes, tossing an onion to Aria > "Like hell am I going to chop an onion." > You find what you are looking for, and straighten up "Even if I do the carrots and the potatoes?" > She scowls at you > "You just want to see me cry." > What a ridic- > Okay, now that she mentions it... > Eh, not worth the trouble "Fine, I'll do the onion, you do the carrots." > "That's more like it." > You roll your eyes, and set about preparing a cooking area > Two cutting boards, some knives, some peelers, aluminum foil, that's about everything > For a time the only sounds are the rustling of the trees, the whittling away of the vegetable peeler, and the careful cuts of your knife "Agh, curse you, onion!" > You step back, your eyes watering from the fumes > Aria smirks at you > "Stop being a baby, what's a little sulfuric acid in your eyes?" > You motion to the cutting board "You want to do this? No? Then kindly shut up, miss 'I don't want to cry'." > She taps her chin with the vegetable peeler > "I'm gonna level with you here. I just want to watch you cry, I don't particularly care why you do it. So get back in there and make me some delicious tears." "Pretty weird fetish you got there." > Aria rolls her eyes > "You have no idea." > Steeling yourself, you return to dicing the onion > Manly tears later, you are done > Looks like the carrots are done too "Looks like we split the potatoes." > She grunts an affirmative > You set about the tedious business of washing, carving, and chopping potatoes > Normally you'd go into a zen-state to deal with the boredom, but you have options now "So do you have any fetishes other than..." > You can't help but shudder > "Mr. R? Yeah, I got a few. Why, you volunteering?" > You shrug "Maybe. Depends on the fetish." > She smirks at that > "Alright. I got rough sex, bondage, rape, snuff, necrophilia, bleeding, castration, vore, " > It just goes on and on > Terms you only recognize from the darker threads of /d/ > "Zombie gangbang, wound fucking, infections, corruption, waffle irons," > In self defense, you idly imagine you are Forrest Gump, on the receiving end of Bubba's shrimp talk > Just chop the vegetables and let the darkness flow on by > "Anal fissures, and consensual sex in the missionary position solely for the purpose of procreation." "Wait, what about that last one?" > Aria shrugs > "A girl's got to be into some kinky stuff." > ... > You didn't really listen for most of the list, but you doubt it would make a difference "Yeah, that's the only one I could really get into. But I have to ask, where does Mr. Rogers fit into all of this?" > She gazes down into her memories, the knife held loose in her hand > "I wasn't always...as happy as I am now. I tried to stop eating." > Oh > "I stayed inside, played nice with the girls, tried everything I could do to avoid conflict." > Oh yeah, they do sorta feed on that > "Mister Roger's Neighborhood was the most calming thing, I thought it would kill me. I must have spent days, watching reruns of that old man." > She tucks a bit of hair behind her ear and smiles fondly > "He taught me to love myself, and to find the little joys in life. You ever been so depressed, all you do is masturbate?" > What "Not...really." > "I was. Then Adagio decided to put her foot down, and took away my videos. I got so angry, I beat the everloving shit out her. That's when I realized, I like being angry, I like being violent, and that is enough for me to keep on living." "That's almost inspirational." > "Isn't it though? Did you know I hugged him, once?" "Really?" > "Had to change my panties afterwards, but yeah. Good times." > You just stare at purple panda > She comes back to herself, and grins at you > "Enough about that. Let's mutilate these vegetables." > With a chuckle, you get back to work. > The ground beef gets portioned out, then the vegetables, and the two of you double wrap it all in foil > You stand by her side, proudly gazing upon the misshapen lumps in the fire "We did good today, partner." > "You're such a dork." > She punches you in the arm, hard > As you rub away the pain, you wonder if this is how she shows interest > Perhaps it's time for some body armor > The sun is just beginning to set when you make your way to Adagio's tent > Sonata scampers on by, waving cheerfully > You wave back, and come to a stop in front of the zipper door > How to do this... > You try knocking on it, but it barely rustles > Whatever > You just unzip the door a ways "Dinner's ready." > Adagio yanks her shorts back up to her waist, not meeting your eyes > "Thank you for letting me know." > Something about the way she gets up strikes you as odd > You open the door the rest of the way, and she climbs out "You alright?" > That...may be a blush > "I just need to wash my hands, that's all." > Not sure why she wou- > You hear a high pitched yelp, followed by low moaning > You make brief eye contact with Adagio > She gives you a slight nod and an exasperated smile > You return to the fire at a run, to find Sonata holding her hands out, her fingers reddened "She didn't..." > Aria drags the cooler over > "She did." > Bluey plunges her hands into the water with a whimper > You just sigh "It was literally in a fire, Sonata." > She looks at you with tear filled eyes > "I was just so hungry." > It's hard to stay mad at that pitiful face > Violent Violet rolls her eyes > "That's what you get for thinking with your stomach." > Proving that you can stay mad at such a face, if you have enough practice > In the meantime, you grab one of the camp chairs and give her a place to sit while she soothes her burns > Doesn't look like she's blistering, so it isn't as bad as it could have been > Adagio shows up not much later > "What'd I miss?" > Aria rolls her eyes and points to where you are bandaging Sonata's fingertips > "I'd say blue bum learned not to touch hot things, but we'll have to go through this at least fifty more times before it sticks." > "Hey!" > "It's true." > Adagio just sighs > "Just please tell me dinner isn't ruined." > You look up from your first aid "Dinner is fine. Just peel back the foil with a spoon or something if you want it to cool faster." > Adagio smiles at you > "Thank you, Anon. You get to live." > Aria scowls > "You can't kill me." > Sonata flutters her eyelashes > "And I'm too cute!" > You finish the last of the bandages "Yes, but I'm the only one she's glad to be stuck with." > Sonata and Aria stick out their tongues at you in rare unison > Meanwhile, Adagio has taken her first bite of the stew > "Mmm, this is well done. Seriously, thank you, Aria, Anon." > Aria seems placated by this, and sets about her own meal > Sonata peers at you with pitiful eyes > "Could you feed me? My fingers hurt..." > You cast an inquisitive glance Adagio's way > Her mouth twists, but she nods > Bluebelly shimmies happily in her seat > Then she leans forward, opening her mouth expectantly > You blow on a spoonful of stew, and guide it into her mouth > She closes around it, her tongue perhaps a bit more active than is necessary > As Sonata chews, she makes an appreciative moan > Very appreciative > The other two glance her way, wait no > They're glancing at your pants > You set your own foil dinner in front of your crotch, and they go back to focusing on their food with a smirk > The rest of dinner passes in a like manner > When the last of you has crumpled up their foil bowl, Adagio stands and cracks her back > She sighs in relief, then frowns at Sonata > "You're going to have to get ready for bed early. Aria, could you-" > "Nope. I have to get more wood for tomorrow. You can never have enough wood." > She gazes meaningfully at your crotch > Adagio sighs again > "Fine, get more sticks. Anon, if could you help Sonata out, I'll do the dishes." "Sure." > You wonder if Adagio is getting enough sleep > You don't really have much of a baseline, but she has been acting odd lately > This is all shelved as Bluey pulls on your shoulder with her wrists > "Come on, I gotta get ready so you can get ready!" > You get up and follow her to her tent, where she gingerly points towards a zip lock bag > "Teeth first!" > Right > You pluck the toothbrush and paste from the bag, and wet it with some water from a bottle > Sonata opens her mouth again, closing her eyes happily > You apply some paste to the brush, and try to brush Blueberry's teeth > It would help if she wasn't swaying, or moving with the slightest pressure from the toothbrush "Just, hold still, alright?" > You grab her jaw in one hand and start scrubbing her teeth with the other > Sonata's eyes snap open, her pupils heavily dilated > "Uou!" "You alright?" > She nods happily "Okay..." > You tilt her head to get a better angle, and return to brushing her teeth > Her hands keep making grasping motions in the air, and her legs make audible scraping sounds as she rubs them together "Do you need to go to the bathroom or something?" > "Gno! Geep goig!" > Well, you can see why Aria would try to get out of this, Sonata is acting weird > You take care to get her gums as well, you vague remember that being important > Her breath is hot on your brushing hand, and she keeps on making little whimpers and grunts as you do your thorough job > You tilt her head the other way, and start on that side > She's blushing a fair amount, which you suppose is normal > Having someone else brush your teeth is probably pretty embarrassing > You scrub the last set of teeth, and start to pull the toothbrush out > Sonata clamps her mouth around it "Oh yeah, your tongue. I guess I should have brushed that too?" > She nods, and you move the brush back and forth in her closed mouth > It's almost eroti- > Bluey collapses to her knees as she humps the air, a blissful expression on her face > Oh > You catch the toothbrush before it falls to the dirt > You idly notice some fluid dripping down her inner thigh "Is this...normal for you?" > She shakes her head, although it ends up being a full body sway from left to right > "You were so firm! And gentle, and stim- uh, stimate, you know, makes me tingly inside?" "Stimulating?" > "Uh huh!" > ... "Right, so now that that's done, you're ready to go to bed?" > "Nope!" > She picks up a water bottle between her palms and takes a swig, swishing it around > She spits, then smiles at you > "Now I need to get into my jammies!" "You just want me to take off your clothes." > "And fuck me! But I'll take what I can get." > Boner, this is Houston > You are out of control, we repeat, out of control > And she just grins at you, swaying her hips from side to side "Tempting. Very tempting. But I don't want to die, and Adagio may just kill me if she isn't first." > Sonata pouts > "Why does she have to have you first? Aren't you allowed to make your own choices?" > Fair point > If you are entirely honest with yourself, it's not a fear of death holding you back "I just...I know what it's like, seeing someone you like, someone you think you love, seeing that person fall in love with someone else." > She still looks confused "Look, if I actually fell in love with you or Aria, I wouldn't let that stop me. But we're still getting to know each other, and I haven't really decided anything. Right now, there needs to be some boundaries or else people will get hurt. Sex is one of those boundaries." > She pouts > "Fiiiiinnnneee. Now can we get me into my jammies?" "Sure. I'll just uh, " > Sonata lifts her arms over her head > "Take off my clothes!" "Right." > You pull her shirt up and off, still a little mesmerized by the bounce of her bosom, even bound as it is by a pink bra > Next, you spy the velcro strip fastening the skirt and give it a tug > The skirt slides down her legs, revealing her damp panties > Your heart is beating furiously in your chest, and you turn away "Now, uh, where are your pajamas?" > "Nuh uh, take my underwear off first!" > ... > "At least my panties? They're wet and getting cold." > ... "Fine, but first, where is a clean pair?" > She points to one of her bags, and you pluck a pair out, trying to ignore how silky it is > Steeling your resolve, you turn back to > Sonata bent over, sticking her butt out at you > Right > You yank her panties down, sliding them down her thighs, and she daintily steps out of them > Getting her to step into the new pair is a bit harder > The first foot is easy, it's when she tries to step into the other hole that she wobbles backward > Without thinking, you raise a hand to steady her, and get a handful of ass > "Oh my, how forward!" > You are strong, you can resist this > You give her ass a squeeze, then push her upright > You pull the panties up quickly, and back away "Alright, now where are you pajamas?" > "I'm wearing them!" > ... "Okay. Well, good night." > "Wait!" > She grabs your arm gingerly between her arms > "Brush my hair?" > You may very well be sainted before all this is over "You aren't going to orgasm, are you?" > She shakes her head vigorously "Fine, let's get this over with." > She happily prances over to sit on her sleeping bag > Okay, so she probably won't orgasm from this > You grab a hair brush from the toiletries bag and sit behind her > You carefully remove her hair tie, letting her ponytail fall apart > With her hair down, you would almost forget how childish and flighty she is > You listen to the sounds of the wild, the wind blowing, crickets chirping, the occasional frog croaking > The brush adds a silken hiss as you pull it through her hair > She hums gently to herself, some little lullaby > You feel yourself relaxing, becoming one with the repetitive motions > Sometime later, Sonata wriggles into her sleeping bag, then looks up at you expectantly > "And now a bedtime story!" > You give her a flat look "You're pushing it." > "You can cum in my panties?" > You facepalm "That would not be a wise choice for me. Let's just get this over with. What story should I tell..." > Well, who knows if they've heard this one "It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth..." > You wake up the next morning, a warm weight on your chest > All your bleary eyes can see is orange, so you probably won't have to save someone's life first thing in the morning > You wipe the grit from your eyes, trying not to stir the the poof > No dice > Adagio lifts her head, scowling as she peers around "Good morning, Princess." > Her eyes widen as she looks down at you, then at her hands draped across your chest > "I was just cold, that's all. Don't read too much int-" > She stops, irritated by your amused expression > "Shut up." "I wasn't saying anything." > She props herself up, her sleeping bag falling from her shoulders > Adagio shivers in the cool morning air, and eyes you contemplatively "I am still pretty warm, if you're interested." > You can see the conflicting urges in her face > Finally, she just lowers herself to your chest again, tugging the sleeping bag back up > It's nice, feeling her warmth and little movements > She makes little circles with her index finger on your shoulder > "What am I going to do with you?" "Whatever you want?" > She huffs at that > "If only I knew what that was..." > You pat her hair "Give it some time, you'll figure it out." > She lifts her head and scowls at you > "You're not making it any easier!" "Sorry?" > Adagio's hands fist in your shirt > "You have no idea, you aren't even trying to..." > You give her a perplexed look "I'm not trying to do what?" > She closes her eyes and breathes deeply, slowly letting go of your shirt > Cheeto girl wriggles over to lean against the side of the tent > She lets out a long, deep breath > "You have to understand, the girls and I... we're not exactly human. We used to be seaponies and," > You cough, trying to hold in your laughter > Adagio scowls > "As I was saying, we used to be seaponies. Music travels a long way underwater, and seaponies have used it for magic for a long, long time. You have seen the effects of our singing, imagine a whole school of seaponies singing together." > That is actually rather frightening "So you ruled the ocean?" > She scoffs > "Hardly. Friendship magic is one of the most powerful kinds of magic there is. So while the seaponies maintained harmony in the school with the Shooby Doo," > Wait "The Scooby Doo?" > Adagio facepalms > "Are you just going to keep interrupting?" "Sorry, won't happen again." > "Anyhow, the very harmonious magic that gave the seaponies their power also committed them to serving everything. Clownfish lost its kid? He just has to call out the Shooby Doo, and an entire school of seaponies helps him find the thing. I couldn't live that way. I found that when I held that resentment in my heart, I wasn't affected by the Shooby Doo." > She really should stop calling it that, you are having a hard time taking her seriously > "There was power in that, but I wanted more. I found Aria, so full of anger, and Sonata, shunned for her dangerous lack of common sense. We made a chorus, and a friendship defined by enmity. With that, we could corrupt the Shooby Doo, turning harmony into disharmony, selflessness into selfishness. We kept our resentments strong, finding little ways to annoy each other, reflecting that bickering in our music. Equestria was not prepared for such magic, and we rose to power quickly. And then, some stupid wizard banished us to your world, and that's where we've been ever since." > Okay, but "Where do I fit in, in all of this?" > Adagio huffs > "That's the problem. We're a prickly and irritating trio, but we can use that to gain power for our little group. That same spirit, of conflict for the good of our little school, is the controlling force in our magic. When I first brought you in, I thought you would be a luxury I could rub in their faces. Then you started acting receptive to them, and that was good for the school, both for their happiness, and our general interpersonal conflicts. So I shouldn't try to have you for myself, if I want to keep the power we have. But it is only because I want you that we have that power. Do you understand?" "So basically, you are both the horse following the carrot on a stick, and the driver holding the carrot on a stick. There's a conflict of interests." > She smiles wearily > "That's it exactly. It doesn't help that you are nearly the idea seapony mate." > ... "Really?" > She nods > "Helpful, no agenda of your own, just the good of the group. You try to play peacemaker, while also trying to satisfy the needs of each person. I'm actually worried that you are too much the peacemaker, Aria and Sonata haven't been fighting nearly as much as they used to." "And that's bad." > She nods > "If they become reconciled, then I have to be the aggressor, and then they will either take over, or all my work falls apart, and we're back in the Shooby Doo situation." "Would it really be back to that? You already have changed the song magic to suit your group. If the three of you got along, not necessarily serving one another, but still coexisting without attempted murder, wouldn't that work? You still desire power as a group, you would still be in competition, and there would still be irritating things each one of you does. It doesn't sound like too much different from how you girls are now." > Adagio's mouth twists > "Maybe." "If anything, I would say that you and Sonata are already well reconciled. They only thing I've seen you actually get angry about is making moves on me, and even then you've sort of encouraged that lately." > She raises an eyebrow > "You don't want to choose either. You said if I wanted this to be real, you had to have a choice, but you don't want to make one." > You crawl out of your sleeping bag and to Cheese Poof > She watches at you warily as you sit next to her "Things are not always one or the other." > You wrap an arm around her shoulders and rest your head on hers "If you are brave enough, you can make a new choice. You can have me. Because you have me, you can share me. I will always be a point of competition in this group, but I can be your point of competition." > She scoffs, but doesn't try to wiggle out of your embrace > "You just want a harem." "You literally kidnapped me because you had a crush on me." > Adagio sits silently, leaning slightly against you > She works her arms out of the sleeping bag, letting them rest loosely on her lap > "If I let you do this, would you love me?" > You move your head to look down at her face, lifting her chin with one hand "I already love each of you. That's the problem." > Her breathing deepens and quickens > She shakes her head slightly and whispers, > "Kiss me, you fool." > And so you do > Your lips meet hers hesitantly, then with increasing passion > Her hands wander, softly clawing at your chest, clutching at your head, your neck > You stroke the nape of her neck, and she arches her back > She seizes your head in her hands and plunges her tongue into your mouth > Your tongue pushes and yields, exulting in the sensation of another mouth > You bring a hand down to her breast, your thumb rubbing circles where you can feel her hardened nipple > She breaks the kiss and pushes you down onto the tent floor, her face flushed and eager > "So that's how you want to play..." > Adagio grabs your shirt and pulls it up and over your head > She flings it into a corner, and lowers herself down to kiss your stomach > With each kiss, she climbs a little higher and unbuttons a button on her pajama top > She's kissing your neck when she discards the garment entirely > Finally, she kisses you on the mouth, letting herself rest on your chest, her breasts warm and soft against your skin > You lose yourself in the kiss, letting your hands roam up and down her back, dipping down to stroke the sides of her breasts > Adagio hums happily into the kiss, her hips grinding against your unfortunately clothed erection > You push her back, your hands pressing against her petite bosom "Wouldn't it be more fun if we didn't have clothes in the way?" > She grins down at you, rubbing her chest against your palms > "Maybe, but I want to make you cum in your shorts first." > With that, she increases the pace of her hips' gyration, her head thrown back in pleasure > You groan, your own pelvis rocking with an aching need > She laughs triumphantly, her pace increasing again > Your back arches as you press your throbbing erection against her frantic motions "Fuuuuuuckkk!" > Your dick fires away, soaking the front of your shorts with your sticky fluid > Adagio stops at the sensation, staring down at the results of her efforts > She dips a hand below your waistband and runs a finger under the cum soaked cloth > She pops it into her mouth, gazing into your eyes as she suckles on it "Hot damn." > Adagio grins > Then you hear the tent zipper being pulled down > Aria sticks her head in > "Come on, Sonata's getting hungry, make us so-" > Her eyes widen at the tableau, taking in your hands on Adagio's breasts, and the dampness of your crotch > "Never mind." > She quickly departs > Adagio stares down at your chest in embarrassment > "Maybe we should-" > You both hear a high pitched squeal and some rapid footsteps > Sonata pulls the door open wider, grinning > "Me next!" > Before Adagio can say anything, Aria drags Bluey away > Adagio shifts her hips slightly > "You're going to fuck me. Now." "Yes, mistress." > You roll her over onto her back, quickly removing the your shorts and underwear > Adagio pushes her pajamas and panties down her legs a bit, then lifts them up so you can take them the rest of the way off > You slide your hands up her thighs, reveling in their smoothness as you remove the last of her clothes > You press her legs up against her chest, leaving her womanhood on display > There is no hesitation, you push your cock through her moist folds, sinking deep inside her feverishly warm pussy > Adagio moans, her hands clawing against the tent floor > You thrust in and out, one hand stroking the length of her thigh, going low to grab her ass, then sliding up to her knee and back again > She whimpers, her back arched with pleasure "Who's a good mistress?" > You speed up your pelvic thrusts, drawing a gasp each time you hilt > "I am!" > You spread her legs and lower yourself down to kiss her > She wraps her arms and legs around you desperately, moaning into your mouth > Your fingers snarl into her hair, as you pump her entrance mercilessly > Her legs tighten around you, shoving as much of you inside her as possible > You grind against that pressure, feeling her climax all along your dick > Your hips buck one last time, and you empty your seed inside her > Even more than before, it feels like you can't stop cumming > Your cock pulses again and again, firing into her womb > At last, the orgasm subsides, and you lay boneless on top of her > She breathes deep, relaxing breaths as she strokes your head happily > "You really love me." "I do." > You stay like that for what seems like forever, but was probably only twenty minutes > Adagio sighs > "You probably should make some breakfast." > You kiss her forehead before you get up "As you wish." > You step out into the slightly chilly morning air > It feels like everything has changed, and yet not > At any rate, you are glad to see the campfire already lit and Aria manning the frying pan > She raises an eyebrow when she sees you > "It's about time." > Sonata leaps to her feet > "My turn! Come on, my tent is over here..." > She tries to lead you away, but it's fairly easy to slip your hand out from between her wrists "Yeah, about that. I don't mind being affectionate, but if you want to have sex, you have to bargain with Adagio." > Bluey's shoulders slump > "What about my dibs?" > You pat her on the shoulder "I am not a car seat." > Then you squeeze her ass "Even if I do touch your butt a lot." > She smiles a little at that, and leans into your touch > "I'm glad you're not a car seat, for realzies. Just you wait, once my fingers heal I'm going to feel you up so good!" > You give her ass a final squeeze and return to the fire "I'm looking forward to it." > The entire time Aria watches with a nonplussed expression > She beckons to you > You sidle up next to her as she flips a pancake "Yes?" > "You're officially up for grabs?" > She doesn't look at you, but her hand tightens around the spatula "Specifically grabs, sure. Enough to tempt you three, but holding back something for you to fight over. Something about not falling into Scooby Doo or something." > Aria grunts > "Shooby Doo. Fair enough." > With that, she smacks your bottom hard with her spatula > You yelp and back away "What was that for?" > Aria grins at you, a predatory light in her eyes > "Getting you ready for when I get my turn. Now come back here and take it like a man." > You circle around to the other side of the fire, rubbing your smarting rear > Just what did you get yourself into? "Yeah, no thanks. I'm not a masochist." > Purple Predator licks her lips > "No, you're not. Not yet." > Then you feel something soft and warm rub up against your butt > You look behind you to find Sonata rubbing her face happily against you > "Don't worry, I'll be there for you once she's done with you!" "Ah, good. I think." > She whispers > "Anon's ass, tell me your secrets." > ... > Aria scoops the pancake onto a nearby plate > Bluey immediately scurries over and nips at it, her actions oddly dog-like "What." > You feel as though you should be aroused at the display, but it's mostly cute > Her hands twitch and shake as she barely stops herself from trying to grab the pancake > Violet Violence pokes her > "Anon is here now, he could help you eat." > Sonata lifts her head > "Oh yeah! Oh, Anooooo~ooonnnn...." > You shake your head in resignation and amble over to help > Adagio seems surprised to see you still at the campfire > "Did you have a quicky?" > You feel vaguely insulted "No, I told them you are my pimp." > She blinks at that > "What." > You raise your eyebrows "I may be a point of contention, but there's no point if I put out easy. You brought me into this little group, so you are the one they have to bargain with." > Aria crosses her arms > "He's being really annoying about it too. Trade you breakfast for some time with him?" > Poof grabs a plate distractedly > "Yeah, sure." > Sonata just gapes > You stare at Adagio in betrayal as Aria drags you to her tent "Breakfast?" > Adagio smirks at that > "Aria makes good pancakes." > Rude > She's almost gentle as she lays you down on the sleeping bag > Aria takes deep breaths through her nose, her eyes wide with anticipation > "You're my victim now, you understand that right?" "I would deeply appreciate it if there was no killing and/or maiming..." > Her fingers gently lift the hem of your shirt > "Oh, don't worry Mr. Anonymous F. A. Gott, I'm not going to kill you. Necrophilia is a nice fetish, but then I would only get one use out of you, and that would be terrible. No, I'm just going to train you up some." > You smile nervously at that "Train me to do what?" > She drags the edge of her thumbnail down your cheek, just hard enough to sting a little > At the same time, she gently strokes the bulge in your pants with three fingers > "You're going to like pain, Anon. And you're going to love me." > You may be frightened, but your traitorous boner is braver "Oh fuck." > Aria grins > "All in good time." > It feels wrong to just leave a campsite with all the tents and everything, but the sirens assure you that that is what servants are for > You end up in the backseat at Sonata's insistence > You don't put up much resistance, your session with Aria has left you in something of a daze > It feels surreal, leaving this patch of woods where everything changed > Adagio seems to be talking to Aria in the seats in front of you > "-slap him and he got a boner? Really?" > Aria glances at you, running her tongue over an exposed canine tooth > You bite your lip and try to ignore the tightening of your pants > "Oh yes, we made good progress today. He should be ready for the really fun stuff in a week or two." > You shudder > Sonata rubs your shoulder comfortingly > "Don't worry, I'm here for you. If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, or a blowjob or something, come straight to me. For realsies." > In spite of yourself, you do feel vaguely comforted "Thanks, Sonata. It means a lot to me." > She keeps rubbing your shoulder, careful to keep her bandaged fingertips from making contact > "Can I ask a tiny whiny favor?" "Sure." > Bluey manages to blush > "Could you finger me?" > Welp "Yeah, okay." > She wiggles happily in her seat, clutching her arms to her chest > Cute > Then she looks at you, her crotch, your hand, and back to her crotch "Keep your pants on...or not, I guess." > You slide your hand down her stomach, your palm sinking slightly into her soft belly > Sonata's breathing quickens as you slip beneath the waist of her skirt > It's very warm down there, and the silky texture of her panties is almost enough to distract you from the fact that the other two girls are right in front of you > Adagio turns and frowns at you > "It's rude to keep a girl waiting. Come on, get her off or else she'll be whining the whole way." > You scowl at her, blushing all the while "You're making it weird." > Aria looks over her shoulder > "Nah, this is tame. Try fucking her with a Nerf gun." > Bluey's eyes are screwed shut, her face very red > "Shut up! Anon! Please finger me. For realsies." > You scowl at the audience, then slide a finger along her slit, already wet > Sonata's hips surge forward at the contact, and the other two grin > Fuck them > You gently rub her lower lips, occasionally sliding a finger between them > Bluey has all but forgotten of the others, squirming and letting out little squeaks > With your other hand, you cup her cheek and turn her face towards you > She looks at you with foggy, confused eyes > You lean in and kiss her pillowy lips > Her eyes focus on you with sparkling delight > Her lips surge against your own, pressing and parting and sucking on your own lower lip > When you dip two fingers deep into her flower, her tongue barrels into your mouth, followed closely by a low moan > Your hand drifts down her neck and cups her breast > It's a bit of a strain, but keeping your hands and mouth occupied is worth it > The sounds you are getting out of this girl are unreal > Every brush against her inner walls elicits a whimper, every stroke of her erect nipple makes her squeak, and the battle of tongues fills the gaps with moans of deep need > Sonata bucks her pelvis against your hand with increasing intensity, only just held back by her seatbelt > She breaks the kiss just long enough to whisper, "Oh god, yes!" > Music to your ears > Your wrist is sore from repeatedly plunging your hand into her pussy, but you feel the end coming > Bluey grabs your wrist and shoves it deeper, her hips straining against the seatbelt for one last push > Her hot walls close around your hand, spasming and drenching > She arches her back against the seat for a long moment before finally collapsing > She gives you a sleepy smile as you settle back into your own seat > "Thanks, Anon." > You smile back "You're welcome, bluey." > Your breathing evens out, and you look at your cumsoaked hand in mild consternation "Are there any tissues or paper towels or something?" > Adagio shakes her head > "We'll be back soon enough. Just hold on until then." > Aria snorts > "Just wipe it off on her jacket." "I don't think that-" > Sonata smiles sweetly > "Go ahead, aim for my boobs." > ... "Right." > Fucking sirens > You are Anon, coming back from the camping trip you will never forget. > You glance at Sonata, her head resting on your shoulder, her juices drying on the breast of her jacket. > It's warm and cozy in the vehicle, and only you and Adagio haven't succumbed to sleep. > She gazes at you fondly, your place in the siren group rather firmly established. > It's hard to believe you have only spent a handful of days with these girls, but they have worked their way into your heart with a heady mixture of affection, sex appeal, and surprising vulnerability. > Sometimes it's hard to believe they took over the w- > You hear a muffled detonation, dirt and shrapnel rattling outside. > It is immediately followed by the sound of machine guns, but the armored SUV seems able to withstand it. > Your blood runs cold as you begin to comprehend your situation. > At once the girls are wide awake, a grim light in their eyes. > The sunroof retracts, and they lift their faces to the sky. > The sound that comes out of their mouths is unearthly. > It's also incredibly loud, these girls have some major lung-power. > The first thing that registers is a high keening, a piercing ringing in the ears. > The words seem to bypass your comprehension. > You dig at your ears, somehow relieved to find nothing plugging them. > You become aware of a serpentine contralto thrumming in your bones, urging you to calm down, to listen. > Some peripheral sense of hearing notified you that the sound of gunfire has stopped. > Completing the pattern, an alto voice sings of promises and loyalty, of how things ought to be. > Something inside your mind pops, like your ears during a plane ride. > At once, you are fully calm, and endlessly patient. > The heavenly song continues for a few more minutes, then the Goddesses slip out of the car. > You wait for some time, staring blankly forward. > The car door opens. > "Anon, are you alrig-" > You turn placidly to the Goddess. "Of course, Divine one." >"Oh no. No no no. Just, ah, just wait here." > How easy are the Goddess' commands. ------------------------------------------------------------------ > You are blessed to spend the rest of the trip back in the presence of the Goddesses. > For some reason they seem distressed. > Such is the burden of Divinity you suppose. > They sing to you, of freedom and thought. > You thank them for the new freedom and mind they have given you. > The Mistress of Wrath's face is hidden. > Woe betide those who rouse her ire. > At length, you are lead to an unfamiliar complex, and a certain door. > Within you find an uninitiated girl. > Perhaps you are to show an example of faithfulness? > They ask her if she can do something. > She must, it is her duty. > You pay a bit more attention. > The girl looks at you with pity. > Pale skin, wavy purple hair. > You know this one. "Rarity, will you also become one of the blessed?" > The Disharmonic Trinity startle at your words. > They say nothing, but their eyes contain mysteries as they commune among themselves. > Rarity glances at the Goddesses. > "Quite the opposite, I'm afraid. They want you to be more like me." > What audacity! > The Lady of Compassion smiles at you. > "Um, more like how she isn't brainwashed, you don't have to be a fancy lady. Un-unless you want to be?" > Your brain has never been cleaner, you are quite certain. > Your thoroughly laundered thoughts struggle with deciphering the meaning behind this new verse of Scripture. "I should dirty my mind with this girl?" > Blushes all around. > Something about this feels familiar. > The Queen of the World shakes her head. > "Anonymous, do not think...dirty thoughts about her. Ugh, this is going nowhere. Rarity, just sing at him." > "Sing at him? I can try, of course, but it would work much better with the rest of the girls." > Your Queen pinches her sinuses. > "Just do it." > Rarity turns towards you, her fingers flexing restlessly. She glances around nervously, then takes a deep breath. > "~Thread by thread, stitching it together~" > ... > It sort of tickles a corner of your mind, but that's about it. > Rarity finishes her song, looking at you expectantly. "Is there a connection between dressmaking and brainwashing?" > She looks down. > "I suppose not. Perhaps the other girls can write a more topical song, but that was never my forte." > The Trinity rise. > "Very well. Let us know if you think of anything." > You follow the Goddesses through blank corridors. > You are humbled by all the attention bestowed upon you. > If you are not to be brainwashed, and not think about Rarity in a dirtying fashion, then who would dirty your thoughts? > Your eyes are drawn to the motion of the spheres. > Surely you can only be purified by gazing upon the perfect proportions of the posterior of the Divinities. >If so, then perhaps a dirty mind would regard them as flawed? > Your mind immediately rejects the idea, an involuntary grunt of protest sounding from your throat. > The Maiden of Mirth stops at the sound, turning worried eyes on you. > "Is something wrong, Anon?" > A single tear rolls down your cheek. "I apologize, my Goddess. I merely discovered that I could not perceive your rear as anything less than perfect." > Her face turns red, but she wears a shy smile. > "Y-you too." > The Empress frowns at your moment of near-heresy. > She Who Lusts After Neighborliness smirks. > "At least we know Anon's still in there." > The Bounteous Mane turns away, leading the way without comment. > Such majesty. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- > It seems all the girls had to be brought together. > You wait attentively as they nervously tune their instruments. > The Three Divines stand behind you, perhaps they are testing your devotion? > Twilight takes a deep breath and- > Pressure builds. What is this magi- > YOU ARE A STRONG, INDEPENDENT BLACK WOMAN WHO DON'T NEED NO- > You feel a pop in your mind, like when an airplane lands. > Oh wow, that felt weird. > The song ends, and you feel a little bad about not paying too much attention. > You smile. "Wow, that was great! I almost wish I went to the whole battle of the bands thing." > Sonata slips into view, concern written plain on her face. > "Anon, are you better now?" > You boop her nose. "You betcha, Bluey." > She squeals in happiness, nearly tackling you with a hug. > Poof embraces you from behind, her modest chest pressed against your back. > "It's good to have you back." "It's good to be back." > You pat Bluender Bus on the back a little awkwardly. > The Rainbooms stare at your little group, and you aren't sure- > A hand slips between Adagio's hips and your butt, diving towards your cra- > You yelp and try to move, but the other two girls are holding you pretty tight. > You squirm a little, but it's not -entirely- uncomfortable, having something back there. "Really? The first thing you do is prod my butthole?" > Aria hums in satisfaction. > "It's no fun unless part of you rejects it." > You roll your eyes. "Love you too, Aria." > The hand clenches slightly. > "R-really?" > You turn you head to see her blushing rather fetchingly. "Yes, really." > Rainbow Dash clears her throat. > "What the hell is going on here?" > Pinkie Pie shushes her. > "Quiet! Now, go on Nonny, we'll watch your orgy like good girls." > Adagio chuckles. > "I don't think so. However, you have done a favor for us, so I am willing to give you whatever reward you like, as long as it is reasonable. Sleep on it, it would be a shame to waste this opportunity." > The Rainbooms murmur among themselves, some glaring at the sirens, some looking at you in confusion or curiosity. > Adagio takes your hand, leading you out of the room while Sonata and Aria flank you. ------------------------------------------------------- > You realize that the girls are leading you out of a prison facility, albeit an empty one. > You feel rather uncomfortable with how the Rainbooms have been in prison all this time, just for trying to fight the Dazzlings. > On the other hand, there are all the criminals who would be in here, out there living lawful lives. > Maybe not by their own choice... > You can't help but remember how it felt to be under their spell. > You shudder. > The ride back to their home is filled with their bickering, but you can sense there is no true resentment. > It feels more like they are reaffirming their odd bond. > You find yourself looking at their faces. > You genuinely like each of them, they all have their own charisma and appeal. > For their part, they alternate between keeping an eye on you and looking warily out the windows. > It's a relief to get inside, and you all pile onto a couch. > Adagio leans against your side, Aria on the other, and Sonata sits on the floor, resting her back on your legs. > It's comforting, which is why you feel a little guilty about what you are about to say. "I think I understand a little, why you wanted to escape the Shooby Doo." > The girls tense at the word, though you still feel a little ridiculous saying it. > Adagio holds your hand, interlacing her fingers with your own. > "I'm sorry, Anon, we should have taken more precautions. I promise you, it will never happen again." > You sigh. "I appreciate that, but that's not what I'm trying to say. Now, Aria," > The girl leans back, bracing for some sort of accusation, if you had to guess. > You continue, "Remember when you asked why humans are still fighting your rule? Even though the world is much more peaceful under you?" > Aria frowns. > "You know why, now?" > You nod. "I think you all do, it's why you all broke off from the seaponies. No one likes living under the absolute control of anyone else. When I was under, there was nothing pushing me to do my own thing. I was just waiting for my next order, for some fleeting purpose. You couldn't live like that in Equestria, and we humans don't want to live like that here." > Aria grunts. > "Understandable. Looks like there won't be a compromise." > You turn your head sharply to look at her, your brow furrowed. "And you're just fine with that? After all you've done to escape being controlled?" > She crosses her arms. > "Sure, me and mine aren't being controlled." > You open your mouth to object, but with Aria acting so callous, you aren't sure what argument would even sway her. > Slim fingers grab your chin and turn your head. > You find yourself looking at Adagio's grim expression. > "Letting go has never been an option. In Equestria, we had to keep expanding our power just to keep some dumb fish from calling the Shooby Doo down on us. Here, we've been barely getting by for centuries. For the first time in forver, we are finally safe, Anon. I'm sorry that we have to conquer your race to do it, but we can't stop now, or else our enemies will kill us." > You hang your head, torn by your loyalty to humanity and your love for these girls. > You stare at your hands helplessly, searching for some sort of solution. > Sonata shifts to kneel in front of you, taking your hands in hers. > "I don't like it either, for realsies. So that means we just have to keep thinking, and I'm sure we'll figure something out." > You smile at her earnest offer. "Thanks, Sonata, that does make me feel a little better. You're the best." > She stares at you with wide, sparkling eyes. > Then she leaps into your lap and hugs you excitedly. > "I'm the best! Take that Aria! Woo!" > Purple Grump grumbles and Poof rolls her eyes. > You chuckle and hug Sonata back, glad for this return to normalcy.