In which Adagio descends to tartarus. Sherek insues
After losing the battle of the bands, (and subsequently getting shot by friendship death rays) the Dazzlings are faced with a choice. Either continue their banishment on the human world, however no longer with magic, or be sent into a cosmic jail for the rest of their banishment. Adagio, wanting nothing more than to escape the human world and avoid the embarrassment of losing agrees to the offer.
However, for her sins, she was sent to a special, cosmic jail.
Warning: Rule 63 Tirek, rape, general Adagio-ness, minor rape, sex (like, every chapter)
Adagio Dazzle always consider her life as one of destined greatness. Not by the standard of some symbol of hope that inspired those who dare looked upon it, but as one to be idolized by the general republic. For those that could process an opinion to come to the solitary and absolute conclusion: Adagio Dazzle was the pinnacle example of a living being worthy of adoration.
She held this idealistic reality closer to her heart than any other, willing to pursue it with reckless abandon. To be the one living in the center of the spotlights, by whatever means necessary. And, for one shining moment, she got her time in the spotlight.
However, the spotlight was polychromatic, blinding, being shot out of an alicorn representation of friendship, and was currently destroying her.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she exclaimed, before being engulfed by the relentless prismatic rays of light.
"Adagio? You ok?… I don't think she's ok," said an overly innocent voice. As she was slowly regaining consciousness, the siren was greeted by the image of (as she would often times think) the literal embodiment of stupidity, looming over her downed form. With her returning conscious also came her rage, rapidly increasing due to the proximity of a certain blue siren.
"Sonata, what did I say–" she began, only to stop herself as her other senses kicked in. She suddenly felt a continuous exertion of force—a pressure, if you will—closing onto her, causing a continuous flow of discomfort on her chest. Looking down, she quickly discovered the source of her thorax's torment.
Sonata had her hand firmly planted on her left tit.
Seeing that no spoken phrase would properly articulate her chagrin of the current predicament, Adagio opted for action instead of words; her hand became an intimate and faithful lover of Sonata's cheek that day.
"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT TOUCHING ME!" the dazzling, self-appointed leader of sirens declared. Rising to a sitting form, she surveyed her area.
All around her was everlasting darkness. It was not the kind that was cause from the lack of light, however, for she was (unfortunately) still able to see her lackies—one reeling from pain, and the other in an unconscious state. The unwavering blackness was just that: blackness.
"Sonata, get up! What happened? Why are we here?" ordered the siren.
Grumbling under her breath, Sonata raised herself into a position imitating Adagio, unbreaking her cheek-rubbing. "Ow, ow, ow."
"Well? You were up first. How did we get here?" The siren stood up, approaching her lackie with nary the visage of a prowling tigress. It was the only sure way to get what she wanted: intimidation.
"I dunno. I tried to wake you up right after I did," replied the buoyant, blue bubblehead. Dissatisfied (as usual) by Sonata's performance, Adagio sauntered past her, approaching her other servant.
The second, less irritating companion of Adagio was shivering; her clothes frayed more than the others. She hugged herself, her modestly sized bosoms squeezed tightly in between her pale arms. Every twitch she made from the non-existent breeze caused a spectacular chain reaction on her breast, making the bundles of fat to jiggle in place. Her violaceous skin was riddled with goosebumps, giving a clear indication that it was not the only thing erect on her anatomy.
Damn, that's hot.
Shaking herself from her stumper, Adagio reared back her boot, before haphazardly sending it into the unconscious siren's lower rib cage. For a fleeting moment, the pained cry that erupted from the mythical girl titillated Adagio more than the unintentional strip tease.
"Wake up, Aria. We need to find a way out of here," barked the leader, giving hardly a miniscule fuck about the pain she caused her comrade.
She's awake now, isn't she?
Her only response was a series of grumbled curses and insults. "Damn it, Adagio. I hate–"
"You love me, I know. Now shut it and get up." The Dazzling commander glanced around, looking to see if there was anything to go off by as an indication of location. Fear was not a well-versed emotion Adagio knew of; she can dish it out, no problem (hell, she got a golly kick out of it), but she herself had far and few encounters that induced much more than unease. But waking up in endless surrounding blackness wasn't exactly a pleasant experience. It caused her so much anxiety she nearly called out for help.
Only, something responded before such an act.
"Adagio Dazzle, Sonata Dusk, Aria Blaze, or better known as, the Dazzlings," boomed a deep, ethereal voice. "You three have been convicted of attempted world-domination, assaulting a mythical deity connected to a universal power, and ecocide on place of banishment."
Now she felt fear.
"However, since the magnanimous over-watcher of your banishment ordered not to erase you from existence, so we offer you a choice: either continue banishment in the world you were locked in, striped of all experience, connection, and knowledge of magic."
Screw fear, it was full on panic now.
"Or be sent to cosmic jail, to live out the rest of your banishment there." Silence followed once the nonexistent voice ceased.
Adagio, what was that?" said Sonata, fear prominent on her face. Shaking herself, she quickly covered up the look of horror off her own face, replacing it with one of antipathy.
"Damn it, that old coot still had it out for us. Damn that bloody, bearded sod." Adagio groaned.
"Well, it said we had a choice between going back to the human world or going to jail," inquired Aria, making her presence known. "We might as well just go back."
"What? Go back to that useless planet? Unless you've forgotten, we'll go back with no magic. No magic means no singing, and no singing mean NO CONTROL!" Aria backed down, wanted to avoid Sonata-levels of retardation by Adagio beatings. "I refuse to go back to that shithole of a world, filled with fat, neck-beard, man children obsessed with a child's tv show!"
Knowing that Adagio's word is final, Aria stayed quiet, only grumbling about her botherment about the predicament.
"Alright, it's final," started Adagio, before turning to no specific direction. "Hey! We made our choice!"
"What is it that you choose?" boomed the voice.
"We pick cosmic jail!"
"…Very well."
As the voice spoke a doorway of light appeared in front of Sonata. "Oooh, cool!" said the blue girl, before jumping into the portal.
"You sure we sh–woah!" Aria was interrupted by the 'accidental' shove Adagio gave her. Taking a deep breath, she proceeded towards the portal.
Only for it to disappear right in front of her.
"What the? Hey, open the portal, I didn't go through!" shouted Adagio. Silence was the response she was given. "You heard me, I'm still here…ANSWER ME!" Her patience and calm demeanor wore thin.
"…Adagio Dazzle, you are not going where they are," spoke the voice. "You were the cause of all their sins; those two only followed along. While they can not go unpunished for their crimes, you will suffer full retribution."
Before she had any time to react, the nonexistence ground she stood on collapsed, revealing a blood red pit below. She fell straight down, having only a second to comprehend what was happening.
She was going to hell.
"Inmate #9688, convicted for assaulting a deity connected to an universal power. Real name: Adagio Dazzle, species: Siren. Welcome to Tartarus." The aforementioned inmate began to stir, unsure what to make of the turn of events. She awoken in, well, a jail just like the voice told her, however this one was gigantic. She was in a box like room, but as she glanced up the vast cosmos was staring right back at her. For a second, Adagio contemplated (then promptly insulted) the security of the place, only to be given a clear view of what would happen if anyone tried to leave; it wasn't pretty.
Wha-what happening? she thought, nearly fell unconscious again. However, a nearby guard clad in black was generous enough to prevent that.
By kneeing her in the gut.
Now on the rusted, blood-covered floor Adagio made sure to stay conscious. "The new ones always do that. Anyway, here's your new suit; hope you like grey," said the robed figure in front of her. "And before you get any ideas, your magic was taken the moment you went through the portal, so you can't talk."
WHAT! she tried to scream, only for the robed figure's words to come true. "Told ya. You gonna have to wear this to talk for a while." The inmate handler floated her new clothes towards her, with the added benefit of what looked like a spiked choker. Immediately fitting it after she was properly clothed, she tried once more to speak.
"…Am I the voice of God?" She was conflicted, wanting nothing more to receive her old voice, but unable to resist the lightheadedness the new voice gave. "Oh…oh my."
Her head was spinning, her knees felt like jelly, and her insides were lit ablaze with desire. She wanted to stop talking, but the voice held her in a vice of pure warmth, flowing throughout her body, filling every crevice and niche except for the one place it need to the most. It took a vast amount of her willpower not to fill that crevice herself. "Tell me, *pant* how do I, mmm, change this voice?" Adagio moaned.
The figure, even though having no visible expression, was obviously enjoying the display. "There's a dial in the front."
Seizing her throat, she turned it, before hesitating to test it. "Hello? Hello, hello." She immediately shut her mouth, switching to another voice.
"…How about now?" She groaned, giving up on finding a suitable replacement of her vocalization. "Is there anyway to get my voice back?"
"…Say 'voice change: Adagio Dazzle'." She stood there, before following the given instructions.
"Testing? *Gasp* My voice! Finally," Adagio said, relieved that she could continue being a narcissist.
"Alright, now follow the guards, they'll introduce you to your cell," said the robed handler, before a wall opened up to reveal two, equally black-clad guards. The only indication of what they were was their womanly figure, which Adagio happily feasted upon with her eyes.
On the way to her cell (in chains) she got a good look at what was in cosmic jail. Needless to say, the definition of jailbait was changed to a picture of her that day. Yes, she was much, much older might have been older than what she let's on, but she was trapped in the body of a sophomore school girl, so it still applied—well, she would've liked it to.
Stopping, one of the guards signaled off into the distance, causing the cell they were near to open. It was starkly darker than the ones around it, coupled with the sounds of hushed, erratic whisper gave the cell an overly ominous ambience. Walking in once the guards took off her shackles (a discouraging clang of metal sounding behind her), Adagio closed her eyes; greeted with the mental image of crescent moons, violently scratched upon the obsidian walls. Various messages and pictures alike were skrewn about, giving the already sinister room the addition of a crazed dweller.
As she opened her eyes Adagio noticed all of her intuitions were true…save for the one about an ample, anthro, alicorn aggressively and erratically appeasing her adult aggravations with a picture of a similar, light-blue alicorn and right hand—fist, to be precise.
The smell of the room was the next thing to hit her: and hit her it did. Being a siren meant being able to manipulate and feed on another's emotions: particularly hateful ones. And while she was unable to 'suck' the hate out of others, she could still taste it if it were in the general vicinity. The thick aroma of female excitement, mixed with the almost-palpable hatred and anger lingering in the air combined into a furious double hitter for her innards, making her want to feast upon two specific things.
"Yeah, you like that don't you? You love being used by your night clad mistress," whispered the midnight colored mare harshly. "Y-you want to p-pleasure your mistress, and…and…" She arched her back, her somatic movements ceasing, and sung out a phantom-esque moan. A few moments later she came down from the fruition of her self-gratification and the resulting euphoria following suit.
Adagio—realising she herself had frozen in her place during the debaucherous display of solo coitus—continued to walk forward, wanting to see if her new cellmate was up for round two. Fuck introductions, I'm ready.
However, either from hearing the rustling behind her or by the damn near palpable scent of another female's titillation, the dark alicorn sprang into action. In one flail motion, she stood to attention, grabbed the new arrival by the arm, and pressed her into a nearby wall, twisting the arm behind Adagio's back. "Who dares enter the queen of the night's chamber?!" she barked, pressing even harder as her temper grew.
"I-I'm your new cellmate, Adagio Dazzle," squeaked the siren, barely able to huff down a full breath since the surprise assault. She wouldn't call herself a 'masochist' by any form of the word, but being man (mare?) handled against the wall with seemingly no feasible way of escape certainly riled her up in ways she wasn't expecting. Let alone the fact that the one molesting her was a fully naked beauty who's mammaries were currently mushing into her back…and she just watched masterbate.
Wasn't exactly a bad thing, once she thought about it.
"Cellmate? How dare they partner me with a peasant," said the dominate mare under her breath.
Even though she had absolutely no way of escaping her, Adagio refused to be called a peasant and let it slide. "Ugh, f-first off, I want to say you are one sexy individual, and I totally don't mind this position," she started. "But." Using her free arm, Adagio elbowed her attacker, efficiently releasing the hold she had on her. Following up on her surprise attack, she straddled the dazed night mare before pelting her with punches. "Nobody. Calls. Me. A. PEASANT!"
Enunciating each word with a fist, the downed mare stayed down, until an unit enforcement team of five caught word of the ruckus. Storming the cell of Adagio like something that storm a specific area (like a coastline or something), the guards swiftly ended Adagio's rampage, even going so far as to reciprocate a simulation of her earlier activities.
A.K.A the guards prison jumped Adagio.
Feeling (or just getting bored) that Adagio gotten enough punishment, the guards dispersed; all except one guard was left in the cell with the writhing inmates. The guard in question wore a red, single striped leather suit, signifying that she had a higher status than the rest.
"Prisoner #9688, not even thirty minutes incarcerated and already started a fight," the guard said. The woman in question spoke with a robotic tone, yet had a smooth, seductive accent—however, given her current state, Adagio didn't cared. "While there isn't a rule against it, so much so that I would even say it's expected. But let me make this clear"—she roughly grabbed Adagio by the hair, lifting her up a couple feet—"I don't tolerant it, and if I catch word of another brawl, I won't be so lenient." She threw the siren back to the floor.
The woman, seemingly done with Adagio, pointed her attention towards the other convict. "Well, well, well. Prisoner #8301, or more commonly known as Nightmare Moon. Having one of your daily 'stress relievers' I see. Did we interrupt?" said the black-clad officer mirthfully.
"N-no, Warden Caroline." Even in her damaged state, Adagio could easily hear the fear in Nightmare Moon's voice.
The officer froze for a moment, before approaching Nightmare. "What did I say about referring to me?" The prevalent terror fastened on Nightmare's face was enough to shock Adagio to her core.
"I-I mean GLaDOS! Please, forgive—" The words ceased, only to be filled with the sound of a blunt object hitting flesh.
"Never. Call. Me. By. That. Name." An unhampered kick following each word; the dripping venom in her voice empowered each hit. A sickening crack erupted once she finished, accompanied by the bloodcurdling scream.
"Hmm, seems like I broke a rib…again." Snapping her fingers, four guards came to her aid. "You two, bring her to the infirmary. And you two—" GLaDOS turned towards Adagio "—bring her to the showers, it's around time for it, anyway." With that order given, the guards went to work; one group carefully picking up the now unconscious alicorn, and the other dragging Adagio out of the cell.
Fading in and out of consciousness, Adagio barely recognized the changing of the landscape, nor the stopping of all outside movements, leaving her in a sitting position. She did, however, recognised the feeling of hands running along her body, each set resting on an individual part of her.
"Wha-what do you think you're doing? Get the f-fuck off me," said the siren weakly. Ignoring her demands the guards continued their finger expedition of Mt. Dazzle, lightly grazing each visible wound she had. Once they had finished their voyage, reassured that nothing needed immediate treatment, the two guards came to lay their hands on separate articles of clothing. Making quick work, Adagio was soon left in only her undergarments and speech collar.
Coming back to her senses, she feebly pushed their hands away before they could continue their undressment. "Back off. I can handle this," she said, before removing the rest of the clothing on her.
Even though she was still in a damaged state of mind (and body), she could feel the perpetual stares the guards were giving behind their masks. Being, well, Adagio, she couldn't pass up the opportunity to stroke her ego like a coming-of-age schoolgirl stroking her privates after discovering the vast amount of profane, titillating, stimulating, and tantalizing entertainment on the internet.
Overly long metaphors aside, Adagio struck a few revealing poses, acting as if she wasn't basking in the attention she was receiving. Naturally, sirens are able to feed off others hatred, however they can also take energy from the adoration they receive, hence why they emphasize their appeal and opt to seduction. Even though she currently couldn't forcibly take affection from others without her magic, she could still heal herself, little by little. One guard, realizing what she was doing, hit the other on the shoulder, before addressing Adagio. "Are you ready to go into the showers?" she said.
The siren could have gambled and continued to try and seduce the guards, but memories of the fighting event, the pain it brought with it, and the fact that she couldn't talk without the collar were key factors that made her keep her mouth shut. Seeing that there wasn't a response, the guards continued their assigned mission.
Entering the station, Adagio was assaulted with the smell of cheap soap and thick steam. Having recovered from the initial slap of new smells, the siren look upon the innards of the shower stations. Females of all shapes and sizes were busy with the task of maintaining hygiene, some even going so far as to 'help' another, thoroughly rubbing their chests backs and other, hard to reach spots.
After being handed with a bar of soap, Adagio went to a shower head neighbored in between an anthro blue wolf and an anthro light-blue unicorn. While taking a shower was an enjoyable experience for her, Adagio, being the mischievous siren she was, devised a more favorable plan of action. Feigning a pain attack as she started to wash her back, she turned to the guards with the most beckoning look she could muster.
Seeing that the two guards nod at each other, Adagio all but smirked wickedly as one approached her, the other stood alert. Handing the bar of soap to the security girl, Adagio turned and let the guard rub her down. Gotcha.
Just as she planned, the women around Adagio were drawn to the display. Feeling their stares and growing appeal of the siren, Adagio's wound slowly closed up, and the pain along side them becoming nothing more than a numb sensation. As she returned to her normal health, she closed her eyes and let her muscles loosen, letting the guard work her body. No point in stopping now.
Feeling the hot water cascade onto her form, mixed with the skillful gliding of another's hands sent Adagio into a state of bliss. Being pampered had always been a kink for her, and knowing that she would rarely get opportunities like this, she'd milk it for all it's worth.
She let out a silent moan as the hands continued to clean her, scrubbing around her breasts in slow circles. Feeling a familiar heat rise in her nethers, she unconsciously snaked a hand towards her marehood, only to be shocked as the guard's hand met her's midway. Opening her eyes, she realised that she was the only inmate left in the showers, and that the bar of soap was all but forgotten.
The leather clad guard stepped in closer, leaving little distance between the two females. Continuing her exploits, the guard began to tease the opening of the naked siren, causing the woman to shiver from the touch. While Adagio couldn't speak, her face had portrayed her confusion well enough.
"I'm just making sure you're…complete clean," the officer said, a sultry tone dripping from her voice instead of the usual monotone. For whatever the reason, Adagio couldn't care less, only wanting to make sure the pleasure she was receiving continued.
Ceasing her teasing, the guard began to insert a gloved finger inside her, going at an agonizing pace. Adagio subconsciously thrusted her hips forward, wanting nothing more than to impale herself onto the digit. Once it was in up to the knuckle, the digit made it's way out of her, leaving the siren craving for the return.
And return it did, carrying more power alongside with another digit as well, which Adagio thoroughly enjoyed. It wasn't before long that the guard was entering her in a quickened pace, which had the added benefit of making the siren go wild; one hand was rubbing her clit equally to the guard's pace while the other went about her aching nipples. Her brain was going off, postponing all cognitive thought and going into overdrive by the stimulus being given; the only thing going through her mind was the pleasure she was receiving and past events of pleasure.
The memory of Nightmare Moon satisfying herself had crept into Adagio's mind, becoming the forefront of her sex-clouded imagination. There was one thing Adagio liked more than submissive play things, and that was women who played hard to get. She loved the struggle, the pursuit, and the ultimate goal of breaking the mare in question into a rightful position of slave. She hungered for the day when she would break Nightmare Moon.
On time to her inner thoughts, Adagio hit her climax as the mental image of a submissive alicorn presented itself. Eased into an after-coitus high, the siren look upon her forlorn rapist. The officer proceeded to take her mask, revealing a white metallic face underneath, which began to lick off the result of her labor.
"I love breaking in the new inmates," said the android. "I look forward to watching over you, for the rest of your sentence." With the said, the android made her way back to Adagio, fastening her mask back into place. Picking up the resting siren, she proceeded to carry her back to her cell.
Recovered from her momentary sensory meltdown (and redressing herself), Adagio reaquainted herself with her surroundings. Given that the creepy-turned-pornographic-turned-hostile situation plaguing the room before was expunged from the cell, the siren realise just how gothic the cell was. Aside from the downright nauseating amount of decor dedicated towards the moon princess (which was upped in creepiness since that same princess was her vice principal), the barred chamber supported a surplus of blackened candles. The double bunker bed was shielded in black sheets and drapes, and the ceiling going as far as to have a miniaturized chandelier.
"How the hell?" Adagio said, utterly bamboozled by the cell she was in. Before further contemplation of the illegalness of the cell could be issued, the cell door sounded off behind her, signaling a new arrival. Turning around, she bared witness to the senior occupant of the room bandaged around the waist accompanied by two guards. Locking the entryway behind her, the guards sauntered off, leaving the convicts to bask in the assaulting awkwardness of the other's presence.
While Adagio was not one to partake in the act of forgiveness—hell, she once threw an elderly woman down a flight of stairs for taking too long—she felt that if she was going to stay there without being shanked on a daily basis, she would have to make some semblance of peace. "…Hey."
The gothic mare stared at the melodic offender, before dashing at full speed, taking the dazzling inmate by surprise. Before she realised it, the siren was once again pinned against a cell wall, this time facing her assailant. "Listen here and listen good. You don't fuck with me, and I don't fuck with you, got it?" barked the inmate.
While yes, she could easily feel the strength difference between them, Adagio had gotten fed up with the constant battering of her body. In the time she was there she had been manhandled, assaulted, spontaneously raped (even though she was willing), and assaulted again. She had downright refused to let any more shit like that happen again. "No you listen to me. I've been in the shithole for less than two hours and I've already been through enough shit as it is. Now we can fight again, but I think that might attract a certain guard—" Adagio's throat seized, new pressure being applied as the night mare grown furious, causing the siren to smirk. "Oh? Did I hit a soft spot?" taunted Adagio.
Unbeknownst to the alicorn, Adagio had been enthralled by the hate oozing out of the alicorn, filling her being with an excellent splendor; it only increased with the strangling she was receiving. "Face it honey, unless you want that warden coming back, we're going to need to deal with each other." Nightmare Moon seethed, she simmered, she smoldered in her place, but she knew firsthand that dealing GLaDOS would be the last thing she wanted.
Releasing the siren, Nightmare turned her back on her, before stomping off towards the bed. Seeing that she had her right were she wanted her, Adagio continued her heckling. "What, are we done? And I was just getting excited," Adagio said.
"It'd be wise to stop talking, girl," Nightmare growled.
"Ooh, are you going to punish me?" Adagio leered at the resting alicorn, basking in the unending hatred emanating from her.
"WILL YOU SHUT UP, YOU EVERLASTING RIVER OF BITCH!"
"MAKE ME, YOU FLAMING DYKE!"
"HARLOT EMBODIMENT!"
"EMO FUCKSOCK!"
"GLOBETROTTING COURTESAN!"
"GOTHIC CUMBUCKET!"
"PERSONIFIED SEXDOLL!"
"EMPRESS OF SLUTS!"
"GRRRAAH! BY THE GODS, RUT ME! RUT ME, NOW!"
Not wasting a second, the siren pounced onto the enraged alicorn, vigorously locking lips with the black-coated mare. What ensued was a fervent display of unprecedented carnal desire, the two equestrians reduced to lust-crazed demons. Not daring to stop, the mares ripped each other's clothes off, barely glancing at each other before continuing their murderous tongue engagement. Having the advantage of being a half pony/human hybrid, Nightmare Moon quickly overpowered Adagio's tongue, before ravaging the sanctity of Adagio's mouth.
Covering every nook and cranny with her saliva, Nightmare's pillage was short lived as Adagio's tongue fought back with a vengeance. Succumbing to the siren's will, Nightmare was repaid tenfold of the travesty she inflicted onto the siren. Feeling the siren's tongue expertly violate her mouth, the gothic mare purred out her enjoyment.
Adagio however soon grew tired of raping Nightmare's mouth, removing her tongue before placing her mouth onto the abundant valleys of flesh that was Nightmare's breast. Securing a firm grip on the left areola, Adagio began suckling her teat while one hand fiddled with the other, another hand harshly groping the bodacious bottocks of the alicorn. A series of moans burst forth from the regal mare, being emphasized by growing the wetness of her marehood. Wanting to hear more moans from the inmate, Adagio doubled her efforts, squeezing and pulling on the breast with reckless abandon.
Screams followed shortly after Adagio's attack, the mare violently shaking the bed they laid on. However, the nocturnal princess grabbed the siren, before turning them both around in an excellent display of strength and passion. Reversing the roles, Nightmare Moon gave no warning to the mythical teen before plunging her lips upon the underaged marehood of the siren. Lapping savagely at the outer area of Adagio's privates, the siren could do little but moan from the stimulus. However, Adagio refused to succumb to climatic bliss first, and soon positioned herself at the entrance of the alicorn's nectar pot. Soon the act of 69in' detered into a battle of endurance.
Nightmare Moon began to defile the flower of Adagio, using her long tongue to ravage her inners while her fingers assaulted the clit. Adagio, using her vast knowledge of female cunnulingus, began to descrate Nightmare Moon's marehood, fingering her G-spot while sucking mercilessly on her clit.
With the extreme levels of built up sexual frustration and violent hate sex colliding into one, the mares had little to no chance to brace themselves for their oncoming climaxes. Screaming enough obscenities to make God blush, the mares hit their peaks with the force of a nuclear bomb, shotgun-blasting each other in the face with female excitement.
Calming down from the epitome of their bliss, Nightmare Moon dragged the girl towards her, before firmly placing her in between her massive mammaries. The two mares, once yelling their undying hatred for each other, now only cuddled, riding out the after-ciotus bliss.
"Don't let this go to your head, girl. I still hate your very being," grumbled the alicorn, sleepily.
"FUCK YOU!" yelled the siren. "How the fuck do you even get a chandelier in Tartarus?"
"I've already told you, you have to earn manifestation credits and to get them you have to work," replied the alicorn, frustration written on her face. Not even ten minutes passed before the two inmates started to bicker again. However, instead of being on the basis of who was a 'gothic cumbucket', it revolved around the knowledge Adagio had—or lack thereof—about the ethereal prison.
"So what, I clean some dishes and I can get a gun?"
"No, you egotistical cretin. You can only manifest decorations and crap," said Nightmare Moon, strangling Adagio mentally to ease her oncoming rage. "And it's not like you could get all of this in just one day," she said, accentuating her point with a wave of her arm. "It took me decades to make this."
"That's a bit too trustful of them, don't you think?" Adagio stood in the center of the cell, staring up at the chandelier while initiating deep thought. "…What if I 'manifest' a iron file? I could just saw my way through. Even if I didn't, I could hide it, and use it as a weapon when I need it."
Nightmare Moon sighed, before picking up a burnt out candle and tossing it towards the cell entrance. Once the candle passed the bars however, instead of being greeted with freedom from the hell hole, inspiring all of candle-kind with such an astounding feat, it was met with a barrage of lead, impaling the wax from all angles until there wasn't a trace of its existence. "Any manifested item that leaves its owner's cell will be terminated, so it'd be wise not to carry out that plan."
Adagio, however, was too aghast by the aforementioned brigade of bullets cascading into the candle to retort; the resulting silence from the seductive sorceress of songs being the only indication she understood. However, her stunned silence—along with Nightmare's rest—was short lived once an alarm rang throughout the cosmic facility. "What was that?" Adagio questioned as the bell finished its course.
"That means it's time for lunch." Just as the alicorn announced this, the cell bars swung open, allowing two black clad armed guards to enter.
"Follow," said one of the guards, presenting two pairs of handcuffs. Once the inmates were properly contained, the armed pair led them out the cell. Once out of the cell, Adagio took quick notice of the other inmates, all escorted by identical jailers. In the moment, the siren entertained the idea that out of all the carbon cut copied coppers, the officers escorting her were the same ones that were with her in the shower. She quickly perished the thought, thinking the chance of escaping was greater than that happening.
"Hey sweetcheeks, did you miss me?" whispered the officer behind her, before giving the siren's ass a not-so-playful slap.
Oh shit.
"So...who's in charge of this place?" The siren said, observing the area around her. "The Prince of Darkness? I thought there would be a lot more fire."
"You believe in that stuff?" Nightmare scoffed, before stuffing down a glob of, well, glob. Adagio had no idea what was currently on her tray, looking between a mixture of congealed vomit, gravy, and afterbirth. The only thing that insured her that the mesh created from the literal bowels of hell was indeed editable was the curt answer "it's nutrients" the cellmate gave once she saw her eyeballing it. "No, the 'Prince of Darkness' owns this, and he prefers to be called Lucifer. Contrary to what you think, he's only the establisher/supervisor of all Purgatories, assigning others to actually run them. I heard he likes to go on long walks to the beach and loves reading: charming fellow, he is. Anyway, the one running Tartarus, which is the Equestrial plane's Purgatory, is some bearded wizard. Star-whirl, I think?"
"WHAT?! THAT OLD FUCK IS STILL ALIVE?" The surrounding inmates that were near all gave the siren confused—some lustful—looks after the outburst. However, Adagio gave neither hide nor hare of a fuck from the stares, to busy seething in her seat. That fucker, she thought, just can't leave me alone, can he? So what if I started multiple racial wars, those ponies were already at each other's throats.
Nightmare, seeing the anger prevalent across the siren's features, decided to intervene her oncoming temper tantrum. "Calm down, if you cause a scene the guards will be swarming this table."
"I couldn't care less about those cunts, right now! That bearded ass wipe down right refuses to leave me be!" growled the siren.
"Be quiet! The guards are looking over here."
However, the alicorn's warning went on deaf ears, doing nothing but instill the boiling hatred the singer was feeling. "I swear, I'LL KIL—" the oncoming threat was interrupted and replaced with a resounding slap, followed by silence.
"Listen, you paragon of narcissism, you're not the only one that guy brought down here. In fact, sixty percent of the inmates was from the wizard, and that's just the female portion, so stop acting like a special little snowflake, and shut up." The siren, regaining her senses, glared up at the looming alicorn above. The two stared at each other, waiting for the other to make a move. Before they could process the potential consequences, they thrown themselves together, initiating another domestically abusive lip lock.
Getting tired of standing, Nightmare Moon hastily kicked off whatever dared remain on the table, before roughly dropping the siren and herself on the bolted down platform. In the midst of their genital mutilation foreplay, however, a newcomer stood by, taking this as the perfect opportunity to introduce herself. "Excuse me, are you still using this seat?" The two inmate was startled, remembering that they weren't in their cell before disentangling themselves from each other. The woman in front of them had pure black chetin covering her entire body with a few holes in her limbs and horn, while her dark green mane was in a permanent drenched state. "Oh, don't stop because of me. A lot of us were enjoying the display," she said, before directing their attention to another table of inmates; while they did wave and gave a few cat calls, nearly all of them had their hands in between their legs.
"Oh god, are they all..." Nightmare started, unexpected worry in her voice.
"Jerking off? No, no," said the invader.
Nightmare blew a sigh of relief. "Oh thank God, I tho—"
"Women can't jerk off. They are masterbating to you, though," interrupted the female once she sat down at the table.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself: I am prisoner #9374. Call me Chrysalis."
"So you're telling me that it's okay to..." started Adagio, trying to find the right words.
"Have sex? Of course!" exclaimed the bug-like mare. "Hell, they sort of encourage it here."
"And why is that?" questioned the bodily trapped siren. "Abstinence sounds like true eternal damnation."
"It was, once upon a time. Every mare was locked in a continuous state of estrus, yet stripped of the ability to climax. No matter how hard you tried; fisting, anal, extreme bondage, it would never happen. Needless to say, a lot of mares went insane from the experience: myself included." The changeling queen explained, a grimace prevalent on her features. "But then, on one faithful day, an inmate went absolutely wild by the sexual stalemate. So much so that she ended up blowing a hole through a dimensional gate that lead to Equestria."
"Wait a minute, there is a way out of here, and that woman was able to find and break it?" questioned the siren, losing fate in the legality of the inmates tale. "And are you telling me, that she was the only one who left? Why didn't everyone else go with her?"
"I was about to get to that, girl. If you'd just wait, you wouldn't need to ask these questions," Chrysalis growled, the irritation of being interrupted clear on her face. "As I was saying, she'd blown open a dimensional gate. The only problem was, that was the only thing separating us from the male section of Tartarus. We were in so much heat, we didn't care about escaping. We only cared about one thing: fucking." The changeling looked off towards the distance, eyes glazed over as she remembered the event.
"A lot of men died from the experience. Pelvises crushed, penises abused and overworked, suffocation by ass…have you ever seen a man's dick jack-hammered by twenty, sexually deprived mares? A grown stallion, kicking and screaming as he is dragged into a fifty women orgy? Sixty days and nights of continuous coitus, loveless lovemaking, frantic fucking; that rape train wouldn't stop for Lucifer himself. Sure, some of them tried to run, but it was futile against the wrath of a thousand, estrus induced mares. Guard, prisoner, or visitor, it didn't matter: if you had a cock, we would find you. I can still hear their screams…it was glorious," the insect-esque mare said dreamily, the 'pleasant' memory replaying in her mind.
"… Right. And how did this end? I doubt Warden GLaDOS would allow this," Adagio asked, her momentary disgust failing to dissipate as she changed the topic from omega prison rape-stampede.
A rapede, if you will.
"She didn't, but even she had a hard time stopping us. With the help of a couple thousand guards and enough sleep toxin to put a planet in a coma, she had finally ended the event. After that outbreak however, the higher ups decided to lift the heat curse, and instead enforces extreme violence to make sure we're in line," the bug-mare finished.
"Those were the good old days," added Nightmare Moon. From the shared melancholy smiles and dreamy sighs, Adagio could easily see that the veteran inmates truly missed their rampant rapefest.
Adagio couldn't feel more disturbed.
"Hey, what the fuck!" shouted a mare. Adagio turned just in time to watch a mare near the serving area have her tray's content splatter itself on her. "You bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you!" she growled at…
As Adagio's eyes landed on the one the mare was belittling, something hit her insides. The mare was gigantic, towering over the shouting mare by what looked like two heads in length. Her black and red fur blended deeply with her body, yet barely hid her profoundly muscular physique and robust mammaries. Her eyes—which was staring down the shouting female before her—were voids of solid black, the yellow irises boring into the mare the only indication she could see.
"Well? Clean this shit up!" the ignorant mare screeched, knocking Adagio out of her trance. The indignant female took an aggressive stance as the Amaponia-centaur hybrid just continued to look down at the woman.
Adagio felt a wave disgust slap her as the mare scooped up a handful of the gunk, chucking it straight towards the unmoving centaur's face. Her beautiful, elegantly sculptured face.
As the ball of sludge languidly slid down her face, so did her nonchalant expression, transforming into a menacing scowl.
Before the huffy mare could even retract her arm, the centaur grabbed her, gripping her wrist violently. The idiotic prisoner took this as a sign of attack, in which she recuperated by flinging her other fist towards the towering, titan of an inmate. However, her second hand met the same fate as the first, holding the mare in place as the towering prisoner brought her closer towards herself. It was only then that Adagio realized what hit her: unyielding hate. The waves of anger emanating from the centaur overwhelmed the siren, scorching her insides with a burning nova. For the first time in her life, Adagio didn't feel overjoyed by the hate around her, and that made her blood run cold.
"… You have nice nails…" the mare finally said as she brought a withheld hand towards her face (bringing the now shaking mare off the ground along with it). As the centaur spoke, Adagio felt a shiver run up her spine, the deep tenor of her voice rock the singer to her core.
"Y-yeah, so what? What abo—AAAAAAAAAAH!" The mare was interrupted by the centaur burying her thumb under the prisoner's index nail, before slowly flicking it off the finger. Blood spurted out in all directions as the encaptured mare flailed, thrashing as the centaur proceeded to rip off the middle nail. This time however, the quad-legged prisoner discarded the slow approach, opting for a quick flick. Her attempt, while successful in breaking off the nail, had failed to completely discard it; the blood-covered nail hanging by a slip of skin. Adagio had to choke back a gag as she witnessed the display.
The bleeding mare abandoned her previous attitude, crying as the blood started to inch down her arm. The centaur noticed her captive's tear, and happily proceeded to lap them off her face, draping her long tongue across her victim's cheeks, coaxing even more tears in the process.
"Prisoner #6642, it seems you have yet to learn how to interact with the other prisoners…how unsurprising." The interrupting voice was accompanied by the appearance of the warden, strolling towards the victimizing centaur and her captive. "Seeing that this is your third offense, the forthcoming statement should be perfectly understandable for even someone of your intellect. Terrak, let her go…or else." The cold, robotic tone in GLaDOS's voice was enough to silence the entire cafeteria—even going so far as to knockout a certain alicorn.
However, Terrak retorted with slowly forming grin, before unceremoniously dropping the girl. What surprised Adagio the most however, was the inmate hurriedly crawling behind Terrak. Either Stockholm Syndrome is her middle name, her masochistic lust is stronger than fear, or she'd rather side with the one who ripped off her nails one by one, than to even stand next to the warden. "As you wish, Caroline."
The bricks that were shat could have moved a mountain.
"…Get back in your cell," GLaDOS said, her eerily calm tone causing another chill to run down the vertebrates of all the occupants of the area. Terrak just gave a wink before sauntering off, being flanked by ten guards along the way.
"Prisoner #2844—" the aforementioned inmate audibly flinch as she heard her number "—you will be taken to the infirmary," she said without taking her eyes off of the escorted centaur. "As for the rest of you, those in cell block A are to go to their work posts. Cell block B is to go to the showers," and with that announcement, GLaDOS took her leave, leaving the guards to escort their assigned prisoners.
"Well it looks like this is goodbye, 'twas nice meeting you," said Chrysalis, before being led out of the area. As the situation had ran its course, Adagio came back to her senses. She immediately noticed that she was covered in sweat and was hyperventilating in pace with machine gun heart rate. The sweltering heat that engulfed her had dissipated into a numb sensation. She didn't know why she had felt such an intense feeling, and as she dragged a still fainted Nightmare Moon towards her guards she couldn't even figure out what the feeling was. She certainly knew it wasn't hate despite of her previous intuition, for it caused her to feel nauseous and giddy at the same time. And why did it happened once she saw Terrak?
Whatever the reason was, she knew one thing for sure.
Adagio was not one to bask in Mother Nature's displays of beauty. Her focus was always towards her goals, whether it be world domination or avoiding the temptation to commit suicide after being exposed to an hour of Sonata's 'Sonataness'. She'd always planned and deceit her future into fruition, rarely—if ever—sitting down and simply enjoying her surroundings. However, Adagio could do little more than gape in awe as she entered the work site.
What should have been a ceiling was replaced with the endless expansion that was the visible universe. To increase its magnificence, no obstruction blocked its appearance. If Adagio was a more philosophical siren, she would have noted that the display was one of cruel reality, beckoning prisoners the freedom they craved so dearly only to meet the harsh, never ending realm of deep space. To force the poor soul to continue on their post-mortal coil, endlessly, just as such the stars they've once envisioned as hope.
As she trudged along, witnessing the bare cosmos continuing their imperceptible dance, Adagio felt a melancholy smile creep across her features as she thought, that they too shared her eternal punishment.
Or she would've, had she a moment to think in the first place.
"Listen up, bitches! I know you fuck socks heard of the scuffle that the Warden had to discharge. Regardless of such events, work will resume as always. If any of you washed up dildo-junkies even think of slacking, I'll guarantee that you'll be begging for the broad side of an iron rod, jammed inside that dilapidated, pus-ridden dust bowl you call a vagina. Now get back to your designated post!" barked a guard. While she appeared to be like any other guard, the thing that stood her apart from the others was the cap resembling that of a drill sergeant on top her head (and the noticeably smaller chest).
However, this interesting tidbit held little importance to Adagio, who was currently swept into a sea of women, each dragged around in chains to individual lines containing different work. As she was handed a pickaxe, she soon caught on as to what she would have to do.
In front of her was a deep entrenchment of a violet, solo-iridescent, rock, and as she had guessed, the others around her were. It wasn't lodged within colorless, sedimentary rock to be classified as a gem, yet it's luster and glow definitely portrayed that of something more valuable than common gravel.
While she wasn't a definitive goddess of music—she'd damn will call herself one, though—Adagio felt prevalent discomfort from the tune. The over presence of baritone, lack of tonal balance, the repetitive lyrics, and the unnatural feeling of someone voicing over the tune irked her inner musician to no end.
There wasn't even a sultry undertone!
Unable to resist the urge any longer, the siren began her melody.
"Ah ahh ah, ahh AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Screamed the siren as a thousand volts of electro-pain coursed throughout her body, heavily focusing around her neck. The vocal shock soon became overbearing, to the point where simply screaming took all the energy she had.
"Well, looky here. A siren thought she could sing instead of work. What did I just say, slab? Were you too busy cleaning out the crusted dick juice in between your ears to listen? When I say get to work, you pull up your pants, stop digging in your cock pocket and GET TO WORK!" barked the sergeant, metaphorically (and/or literally) bitch-slapping Adagio out of her stupor.
However, before she could conjure enough brain power to form any type of response, the guard-bot continued on.
"…What is your name, private?" she said. Her bone chillingly calm tone and the various prisoners visually tensing up was a clear sign of an impeding verbal slaughter.
"Excuse me?" responded the siren, meekly.
"Slut, I asked for your name. Answer. Me. Now." Whatever faux calmness that laid in her voice was gone, murdered by the hoard of ice filling her words.
"Uh…it's Ada—"
"BITCH, I DON'T GIVE A SIDEWAYS FUCK FROM A MANIC ORPHAN WHO YOU ARE! YOU GOT ONE DIRECTIVE, SLUT, AND THAT'S BREAKING THAT ERIDIUM. CAN THAT LITTLE ONE-TRACK-SEX AMPLIFIER YOU CALL A BRAIN HANDLE THAT, OR DO I HAVE TO FUCK IT INTO YOU?"
The sudden interruption/insult caused the siren to flinch, leaving her eardrums shuddering in fear for another onslaught.
"N-no ma'am, I'll—"
"MA'AM?! Slut, do I look like a ma'am to you? Am I courting around the grand ball, sucking royal dick as I powder my nose with cocaine? I will be addressed as Sir, or if a cockney cunt like you want to act formal, S4R-G3NT!"
"Yes, sir," Adagio replied, hastily. Never had she ever addressed another in such a way unless it was drowned in sarcasm. To say it without a drop of snarkiness was…dirty.
Nothing was sexy about it.
"Good, NOW GET BACK TO WORK!" And with that, The Sergeant stormed off, proceeding to another mare who was trying to stuff the handle of a pickaxe inside herself.
As she left Adagio's area, the mares that were in the vicinity exhaled their bated breaths. Apparently the verbal asswhoopin' that was served was enough to cause everyone to tuck in their tails. No one dared to start another prison sing-a-long.
"Thanks a lot, siren," said a mare to her side, bitterly.
"Yeah, way to go."
"Watch your back, siren."
"Fuck you, siren."
"Enjoy your teeth while you can."
"I'LL SCRAPE YOUR FACE FROM MY FINGERNAILS!"
One after the other, more and more mares confessed their new found hatred for Adagio, and as each threat became more aggressive/sexual than the last, Adagio realized the gravity of the situation.
No, being date-raped in a regional bingo contest in Canada was unexpected. This…this was something completely else. In fact, to properly express how much expected was not in this situation, every language would need to form another word specifically made for this situation.
However, the chance for such an event was only rivaled by the chance of what was currently happening. That meant three super-subatomic bombs going off inside the rectum of a transgendered woman named Bailey Jay to the tune of Ol' Yeller had a 13% higher chance of happening. Satan herself (yes, her) arising from the depths of Hell, reverse-reverse cowgirling a flying spaghetti monster straight into a failing ikea store, had a 22% chance of happening (right above the chances of a polychromatic horse saying a dying meme).
The chances of an author of pony fiction being thrown in a mental hospital for what they wrote…
No matter how many situations had a chance of happening, it was trivial to what was occurring in front of Aria.
Sonata was getting raped. By everyone. Hard.
There wasn't even a forthcoming warning, it just…happened.
Aria had felt eons pass without a shred of age coming along. She had seen countless galaxies fade into oblivion, only for countless more to be reborn from the destruction. She was there for the birthing, and she had witnessed its death. Up until it had forged its last star, Aria only watched, and when that final star soon reached its end, she stayed. She had become the alpha, and the omega; the start and the end; life and death. Nothing had mattered, yet nothing was everything; the universe only served for her observation. The beauty of nothingness was absolute, and th—
"Arrriiaaaaaaaa, wake uuuuuppppp."
That voice, it felt…familiar. Where had she hear it from? When did she hear it? No, time meant nothing to her anymore. Spoken words was a long forgotten obstruction of witnessing, so even she had lost her own voice. Yet that voice had stayed in her memory over the eons, only now making its presence known.
However, yet another question arose from her dormant conscience.
Why did she feel so agitated when she heard it.
"Uh, where are we?" asked Aria, groggily. She'd awakened in a room made of nothing but polished marble, with nothing giving a clear indication of an immediate exit. In fact, the only differential aspect of the place was…the bane of her existence. Her stupid face; her idiotic hair; her hourglass body; her soft-to-the touch ass; her magnificent magenta eyes burning holes in her lonely soul; her plush, pale blue lips curved into a luscious smile, beckoning, urging Aria to ravish them.
"After tripping into the portal, you fell straight on your face. You were out, like, for a few minutes," spoken the cause of Aria's sexual frustration embodiment of stupid, smacking Aria out of her stupor. The sudden realization that all the galaxies and cosmoses she witnessed had only been her subconscious trying to cope with the inter-dimensional face fall.
What seemed like trillions of years had only been two minutes in reality.
"Welcome to E-182 Detainment Galaxy," spoke a unmanned voiced. The voice echoed across the surroundings, resonating relentlessly around and around. "Prisoner #2847 and prisoner #1248, please exit the room for assimilation." Once the order was given, a slab of marble in a far wall slid open, revealing a darkened hallway.
"Ooh, cool!" exclaimed Sonata, steadily maintaining her position of group idiot with an iron grip.
"Please exit the room for assimilation," recited the voice, assuming the role of a lifeless drone on repeat. Wanting nothing more of such monotony, Aria quickly fled the room, following behind a skipping Sonata.
The hallway quickly unfolded into a room identical to the first, with the only noticeable difference being two pairs of black clad women standing stock still. As they approached, Aria was able to see that two of the four guards held a pair of gray uniforms, a black collar laying each set of clothing.
"Please wear the presented garments," spoken the voice once again.
"Uh, voice lady, can we get like a separate room to use?" said Sonata, sounded sincerely unnerved by the prospect of undressing.
Aria wasn't having any of that.
"Uugh, j-just turn around, ok?" Aria said, before snatching a pair of clothes and scurrying to a corner. After a few moments in the midst of reclothing, the siren summoned enough courage to wagered a glance behind her. The sight she was greeted with, however, was one for the ages: the naked visage of Sonata Dusk. The held little progress to the redressing part of the ordeal, steadily fumbling to get the bra on.
Throughout the years of being forced into human bodies, the sirens had to learn how to assimilate into human culture, lest they wanted to draw unwanted attention; that included learning how to dress. However, when it came to the complexities of the female form, Sonata—like always—had being slow on the draw, barely even realizing the need for clothes for the first six centuries of their banishment, so it only warrant that she had never solved the enigma that was the brassiere.
Aria had long forgotten the sight of Sonata within her birthday suit, often calling upon her imagination to stimulate educate herself about the siren's physic. Many nights had gone by with her vehemently crying herself to a hateful sleep, regretting the day she let Adagio dress Sonata, which continued on to this very day. Her self-distain only grew as she was cursed with the luck of never spotting Sonata nude, only increasing her livid libido and whittling her fingers numb.
But no longer shall she weep, for her cursed-filled prayers had been answered, bringing along the vivid visage of a clothes-less Sonata. The dumbfounded siren had long since given up on the idea of wearing a bra, unwilling to struggle with the confounding lace any longer. However, that hurdle was only met with another as the siren came upon her lower, undergarments.
The panties she was given had thankfully been two sizes smaller than what would be needed to wrap her frame. However, Sonata had refused to give up this time, wanting nothing more than to make the cotton opponent surrender to her wide hips, even if it meant unknowingly bending over to present more of herself. And present herself she did, showing off her pale, periwinkle-blue bottom, and everything it entailed.
The presentation of Sonata's plump periwinkle pussy lips had Aria drooling, her hungry eyes refusing to move an inch away from Sonata' s cave of wonder. The constant straining of the tiny panties (mixed with the bouncing of her occasional jump) kept smothering her buttocks together, giving Aria an intense game of peek-a-boo she was more than willing to play.
In the midst of her underwear war, Sonata had worked up a fine layer of sweat, which had gave her rump a shine that Aria devoured. Every second of the unintentionally sexual display was captured in Aria's mind, metaphorically recording the entire event and forcefully committing it to long-term memory. However, the guards had apparently grown of Sonata's inability to clothe, and immediately went to help her; much to Aria's distain. Within seconds, Sonata was dressed and presentable, abruptly stopping Aria's mental montage of siren sexiness at it's peak. How dare they touch what was rightfully her's, only she was worthy to plunder such magnificent booty.
I-I mean, she was alright. Like, who would like someone like that? With all that…ass, and…beauty that could rival th—
"Prisoner #2847, do you wish for assistance?" spoken a guard, snapping Aria out of her thoughts.
"N-no! I don't need any help like that sexy—I mean, idiot!" retorted Aria violently, ensured that she covered up her fumble with that save. Quickly redressing herself in her new uniform, she waited for anymore instructions to be delivered.
"Please follow your escorts to the next into the next room," said the disembodied voice, once again opening up another area for the sirens to enter. Without warning, the guards began to walk into the new doorway, leaving the siren sisters to scurry next to them.
"Look Aria, we got matching necklaces again!" said Sonata, breaking the approaching silence.
"They're not necklaces, idiot, they're collars," groaned Aria, her 'bitch mask' firmly settled back on. "In fact, why are we wearing these things?" she asked the guards.
"Your magic will be taken away from you the second you walk through the threshold of this dimension, that means your voices will go as well. Those collars will allow you to speak." responded a guard.
"Oh cool! Wait, I didn't know our voices wear connected to our magic? That kinda sucks, actually." Sonata said.
An iron vice was more like it.
"Here we are," said a guard as they stopped in front of a solid red door. "Follow us." And with that final notion, the sirens enter their punishment.
"Umm, hi everyone, my names Sonata Dusk…Why are you all here?" said the siren as she noticed the six women surrounding her cell. Aria had been too busy trying to 'bitchify' herself throughout the following week to notice, but this prison was very flexible with their rules, allowing prisoners to roam around their cell area—however, the only way to enter a cell without a guard was from the inside. She was aware, however, of the constant ogling Sonata received as they were escorted to their cell. Cat calls and woof whistles rang throughout the facility every time they went about, some containing a vast vocabulary of sexual innuendoes or straight up describing verbatim what they would do to the silly siren.
And it only drove Aria wild with hate. While Sonata only took it as strange compliments, Aria took it as a threat for her property. She would not allow a soul to touch her siren, but even her hatred would not make her show her real feelings.
If she did have feelings, I mean. She totally didn't like that blue ball of stupid. Totally.
"They call me Mad Moxxi, but you can call me whatever you want, Sugar," said a buxom mare, complete with a flirtation wink. Aria was confused at first what the mare was, however, for her breast were so ball-breakingly big, amazonian cows could've been put to shame. Even though her exposed bra looked like it seen some days, the fact she could wear a shirt was a gigantic feat in itself—Not as giant as her boobs, though.
"Oh, ok, nice to meet you. Uh, can you tell me why your all, like, here?"
"We just REALLY wanted to meet the fresh m—I mean, new cellmates. Why don't you tell us how you winded up here, sugar?"
"Careful, "sugar", your desperation is showing," intervened Aria, her naturally low tolerance burning to a crisp the longer she listened.
"Honey, didn't your mother tell you it was rude to interrupt a conversation? If not, I'll be more than willing to, teach you some manners," said Moxxi, finishing her double entendre with another, sultry wink. A shiver ran down the spine of the siren in response to the offer. "But that's beside the point. Why don't you let us in, Sugar? We've been dying to make some new…friends. Isn't that right, girls?"
"Damn straight."
"Usted está a punto de ser violada, niña. Prepárate."
"Prepare yourself, girl; Focus on the chandelier; And think of sweet dreams."
"Mmm, big mama love's herself some jailbait."
"I LIVE FOR MEAT POUNDING!"
The female symphony of agreement echoed on throughout the oblivious siren's mind, pressuring her decision the longer they went on.
"Come on, Aria. Adagio isn't here, we can make our own decisions." And with that stated, the naïve singer opened the floodgates, releasing the big-boob beast upon herself.
"Thanks, Sugar. Mmm, you're a cute one, you know that?" said Mad Moxxi, sizing up the singer with eyes that could only be described as predatory. "Nothin' I love more than a girl who can take charge." As the mare came into raping distance of Sonata, Aria had reached her limit.
H-her limit of other people being around her, I mean.
"Before we do anything, how about we establish some names; specifically those five lackeys of yours," Aria said, snatching Sonata from the sinisterly seductive snatch of Mad Moxxi.
"Oh, these girls? They're friends of mine," Moxxi said, not in the slightest ticked off by the harsh comment.
"The name is Swashier, ex-celestial soldier of the third rank, the deadliest squadron in the eastern army," said a muscular gray and white mare, uniformly. She didn't wear any over shirt, deciding that a bra was enough to support her frame. However, with this overexposure of her torso revealed the sincerity of her words; every inch of her frame had some mark of forlorn battle, which was most likely the cause and reason for her eternal demise.
"My name is Blump's Kin; I was a hired killer; betrayed, mid-combat," spoke a dying-pink mare. She, unknown to the others until now, had stayed outside of the cell, just watching the entire interaction from afar. Even though Aria would rather die—again, that is—than admit it, she thought the 'mysterious-type' was hot, and Blump's Kin was pulling it off something fierce. Just looking at the slim (yet bizarrely tall) girl made her irritated and flustered all at once.
And why the fuck was she speaking haikus?
"I HEAR THE SCREAMS FOR MERCY; THE CRIES OF PAIN, AND I'LL NEVER STOP CHUGGING DOWN THE ROSE-FELT SLAUGHTER. NEVER! BELLOW. BELLOW FOR THE RAM TO KILL THE MOUNTAIN!" screamed the next one. The mare was completely free of fur, evident by the lack of upper clothing, which was replaced with ragged bandage tape. Her face, just like her chest, was also covered in bandages, only one bloodshot eye being shown from the makeshift mask. Aria felt a ping of fear hit her spine as looked upon the crazed mare's body. Rampant on her body was hulking muscle upon muscle, only rivaled by the scars littering her frame. Even though she was severely slumping her back, she stood a clear two heads taller than Aria. The longer the siren maintained eye contact with the mare, the more she felt her soul slipping from her body.
"…What?" Sonata said, breaking the unnoticed silence that followed the deranged mare's words. The interruption knocked Aria out her trance, allowing her to regain her senses and immediately look away from the psycho.
Sometimes Sonata's obliviousness came in handy…Sometimes.
"That's Bubbles, she a little…off. Don't worry, you'll get use to it," Moxxi said. Bubbles only grumbled out a response, but soon focused her attention entirely on Sonata. Whether her star was lustful or filled with hunger, Aria didn't want to find out.
"Hola, conocido, I am Sally," said a frighteningly burly, blue mare. "I died falling six miles into a mountain; filled with explosives; while riding two sharks taped together, while on fire." From all the things that have been said by the group of women, Aria thought being surprised was a forlorn feeling, but Sally reaffirmed the siren that the shit people could do was something to fear.
"Wait, who was on fire? You or the sharks?" said Sonata, giving nary a fuck about the connotation of what she just said.
It was a rare occurrence for the siren to notice when she does wrong, let alone regret doing it. She had always considered herself a creature of pure, logical conclusions and appropriate actions. What's to regret when everything you did was perfectly logical?
Logical to other megalomaniacs and sociopaths, that is.
But the following week since the work yard event had been a confusing blur to Adagio. Every day had been shockingly peaceful afterwards, with not a single inmate trying to do anything. Everything had return back to normal, as if nobody had the full intent to carry out their threats.
And it aggravated her to no end. Adagio had utterly despise people who didn't carry out what they said, especially if it were a threat. It made it seem as if all her taunting and manipulating—which was the most likely cause for said threats—had gone to waste. While she had vehemently deterred from living by petty philosophies, even she realized that the calm before a storm would always be the… um… calmest time. But as the days went by and surprising lack of sex increased, Adagio had forgotten the event as well, reluctantly accepting the peace that had occurred in the prison.
But all of that changed when the bug queen arrived.
"… Excuse me?" said the siren, her face portraying her confusion with unrelenting zeal as she stared at the carapace coated companion.
"Let me be your bitch." Her replied was as curt as it was ridiculous.
The siren was continued to stare at the prisoner, this time with a expression of disbelief chiseled into her features. "You want to be… my bitch?"
"I didn't know you were deaf as well, siren," Nightmare Moon grumbled off to the side, lazily downing her daily dosage of demented dinner for digestion.
"Quiet, you," Adagio hissed at the shadow mare. Her gaze returned to the bug hybrid. "And what makes you think I need one? As you can see, I already have a bitch." In an instant, Adagio roughly grabbed Nightmare Moon by the hip, before plopping the regal mare in her lap and began molesting her melon-sized mammaries. "Isn't that right, bitch?" the siren whisper huskily in the woman's ear, ever so lightly tickling the poll with her hot breath.
The forlorn princess stifled a hearty groan, silently cursing herself for being aroused already. Sadly, the despicable week of no sex had took its toll on the mare, whittling her arousal resistance while her sexual need grew infuriatingly high. Naturally, she would have masturbated rigorously, roughly, and rampantly every night and be done with it, but with the arrival of Adagio her satisfaction from solo play had diminished greatly, making her wish she had listen to the warnings more carefully.
Once you go siren, you never go back.
"G-get off me, you harlot!" The black coated mare tried her best to resist the alluring touch of the sexual assailant, but her attempt was as halfhearted as it was empty. She simply couldn't take another day without some form of touch from the singer, and it drove the mare insane with malicious hate that she had became so needy of the provocative woman.
"Oh Nightly, if that's the best insult you can come up with, then you're more desperate than I imagined," the siren replied, a sinister grin across her features. Her hands roamed the raven fields of Nightmare's flesh under the paper-thin fabric, molesting the alicorn's body thoroughly. Her expert hands running on autopilot across the terrain, knowing exactly how to turn the royal mare into a bitch named Nightmare. Every grace and every touch from the singer lit a spark of pure bliss to the mare's senses, burning brighter and brighter as the assault continued with no end in sight.
"Why not 'fondling cheese-puff monster'." The siren roughly groped one of the mare's abundant mounds.
"Or why not 'The one who fucks'?" her hand plunged into the gasping deity's trousers, easily slipping into her dripping wet panties before relentlessly rubbing her puffy labia.
Adagio hovered over her victim's neck, her breath matting the fur in several places. "Or even 'nympocampus', if you want to get fancy." She bit down on the vulnerable flesh, drawing a pleasure-filled hiss from the mare along with blood, which she greedily lapped up. Nightmare twitched and shiver rapidly, her ragged breaths coming out in hasty, desperate pants, a signal of her oncoming climax; a signal Adagio read all too clearly. The siren switched off, retracting her soaked hand from the mare's knickers and sending it into Nightmare's mouth, forcing her to taste her womanly juices.
The submissive night mare happily took in the invading digits, too drunk on her blinding euphoria to oppose, even suppressing a reflexive gag when the siren reached her throat. Her own hands seized her longing nipples, desperately trying to gain every ounce of pleasure to rush to her climatic climax.
The forsaken deity didn't have to wait long, for her muscles began to contract with near painful intensity as she felt her senses scraping inches away from the edge; a few more seconds and her sexual crucible would be over in a blaze of explosive euphoria.
"BUT"—the siren instantaneously ceased her actions, turned the alicorn towards her and held her in a soul piercing gaze—"there is only one proper title that you could possibly give to me: Master."
Nightmare Moon was left gasping, shuddering in rage, hate, malice, and unending bloodlust as she was not just stripped of her rightful climax, but dragged down from her euphoric end kicking and screaming with that final word. "Y-you…" Nightmare slumped over, all the burning emotions the mare felt bombarding her unabatedly, before she lost all consciousness in the siren's arms. Adagio turned her attention at the bug prisoner, dropping Nightmare on the cold floor like a worthless rag doll.
"So answer me, Chrysalis, do you still wish to be my bitch?" The siren's burning gaze torn into the mare like a raging inferno through a silly lad not listening up to the warning signs.
"When do I start… Master~"
"Ugh, what happened? Where am I? Am I not in Tartarus anymore?" Nightmare Moon said as she groggily rose to a sitting position.
"Ha, you wish," said a voice that was immediately recognized, returning all the memories of before she was knocked unconscious. Her blood began to boil brutally, the remembrance of that debacle only sending the mare into a frenzy. Her senses returned shortly after, and laying beside her, wearing nothing but the clothes she was born with, was the instrument and rapidly growing epitome of her eternal torment. "Did you sleep well?"
Nightmare Moon's arm reared back ferociously, primed and ready to send the relentlessly cocky siren to the moon. "YOU WRETCHED—"
"Well, well, well. It's seems my precious little satellite has finally risen once again." The familiar metallic, synthesized tone to the new voice massacred all of Nightmare's rage, a fresh wave of fear quickly taking it's place. She turned around slowly, fearing that the person was already behind her. Pass the bars of her cell, stood GLaDOS, in all her dictatorial glory. Her glowing yellow eyes stared her down, burning Nightmare's very being to the core, but even still she was unable to look away. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything."
"N-n-no, M-mistress Gl—"
"Oh, wait, I've stopped caring… if I had cared in the first place, that is. I have no time to linger about with filth like you two." As Nightmare watched her, she noticed GLaDOS holding a black leather leash leading to some outside of her visible range.
"GAH! LET ME GO, YOU INSUFFERABLE WASTE OF—GAAAAAK!" GLaDOS kicked whatever was beside her, the accompanied dull thud hitting the ground ensured Nightmare that whatever was kicked was hurt badly.
"What did I say, prisoner #9420: do not talk back to me. Oh, but you'll learn that soon enough. I've heard you love learning, isn't that right, Midnight Sparkle?" GLaDOS picked the girl up, revealing a dark purple girl with another three shades of violent going through her flame-like hair. The aforementioned black leash attached to a collar on her neck.
"Y-you bitc—AAAAAAAAH!"
"Oh dear, I must have been wrong in my assumption that someone wasn't going to be an idiot. How surprising. But, rare prisoners like you are too precious to release with the other inmates. You'll need special attention. I'm going to have to break you in, just like I did with that Sunset girl." Without a further notion, the warden went off, her prisoner dragged along with her.
Nightmare felt her body relax with zealous relief, she herself not even knowing that she was clinching every muscle at the same time. "You got lucky today, siren, but don't think you're safe," she said, not even turning to her cellmate as she buried her face into the bed.
Yet the siren sat in silence, her mind not even registering the threat as it replayed what had just transpired, leaving no space in her brain but for only one thought.
