> The Girls - Max's Lament
>  by Nightmares Madness
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> They should be mine.
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	Their voices were simply beyond amazing, beyond comprehension. They only ever did music in person, never made any that were recorded, yet, he was the only one who had successfully recorded their voices. They didn’t trust the way their voices and music could be altered with machines. They were traditionalist in this sense only.

He could never get enough of listening to them, again and again, everyday. He had moved beyond being a mere fan, and beyond being obsessed. They were everything to him, so much that just listening to their left him feeling euphoric.

One such night he had just roused himself from one of his euphoric moments from listening to another of the discs he had burned from the recording her had saved to his computer. He always wanted to have a piece of them, and now, he had just that. He looked at the time and realized he was already late. In a near panic, he grabbed his stuff and ran as fast as he could to get to the amphitheater to see their newest performance.

It was said online they had gotten tired of tutors and wanted to experience the life of normal teenage girls in a town who didn’t who they were. Most of all it was his home town. To him, he was the only fan in town, and knew he would no longer be alone.

He neared the small hill that feed to the amphitheater and stopped, ear plugs still in, the voices of the Dazzlings berating his mind with their voices and music. The reason he halted was the sight of a group of singers near a weird surround sound system, ‘Are those wheels?’

To this, he watched as the Dazzlings, floating several feet in the air, with strange creatures flying around over the audience. The group of girls on the top of the hill began to glow, as another girl with red and yellow hair stepped forward and began to sing. Together, they rose into the air, before a brilliant light of rainbow colors rose up, before silver wings flared out from the sides, and what looked to be a winged unicorn emerged and blasted a similar light at the Dazzlings.

They fell to their knees, the red jewelry that had adorned their throats for as long as he could remember shattered and fell to the stage floor below them. He watched, in shock, as they stood, the shattered pieces in their hands and attempt to sing.

He removed the ear buds just in time to hear an almost ear splitting sound like nails on a chalk board. Whatever was happening, he didn’t know, but these girls were the reason for it as he watched the three girls he loved more than anything else in the world runaway.

Shaking his head, he replaced the earbuds and stalked off back in the direction he came from, only to stop and begin to make his way around. They had to be somewhere nearby. He wanted to talk to them, to convince them to try and sing again. He didn’t know who the seven girls were, or what the strange light show overhead was all about, but he would make sure they paid.

After some time of failing in finding them, he had to give up. He had remained hopeful for some time after that. He occasionally would see women, that looked similar to the Dazzlings, yet upon closer inspection, he was disappointed to find they were not.

Months went by, and he eventually had to give up and find a way to take care of himself, yet his thoughts never left them, and always he would find inspiration in their music. After time, he began to play with things on his computer, finding programs that allowed him to take songs and alter them, and he began to find ways to play with their music. They had fallen, and so, he did all he could to try and get their voices back out.

This led to failure, as he had not properly learned how to use the programs so, the content he put out was met with anger, and so much hatred. He did not want to give up, so he continued on and on, continuing to work to learn the program. Eventually, he worked on other forms of music, finding his skills slowly improving, and using the ViewTube to help him put out these music alterations of their original. This in turn helped him to establish a side business while working part time at jobs here and there.

Then, one day, after several years, as he was listening to one of the newest forms of their old songs he had worked up and needed to edit, he looked up and stopped. There not far from him were all three of the former Dazzlings and they seemed to be happy.

What surprised him more, and set his anger, and jealousy ablaze, was the man with them. Sonata, the youngest and definitely the most innocent of the three leaned up and kissed the man. He gritted his teeth as his eyes narrowed on the man, it wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair. It should be him there with the Dazzlings. Were they not aware of all he had done for them to keep them remembered.

“Rush? Hey, Rush, you awake?” Rush shook his head, and glanced up to the man standing before him.

“What?”

“Okay... So, spacing a lot today. Is everything alright?”

“Everything is peachy, Blast.”

“If you say so, though I don’t ever remembering you being this pissed off.” Blast commented. He let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair, hands brushing through his silver dyed hair. Sound Blast looked at Rush Waver as they sat at a table of a diner. This was their second time getting together to try and work out a few songs between them. So far, Rush had spent the entire time scowling and spacing out.

Blast sighed and picked up his drink and began to sip at it until he was slurping the bottom drops in an annoying way.

“Do you mind? I’m trying to think?”

“Oh? Well, if you’re trying this hard, mind tossing some ideas my way so i know I’m not the only one working things through?”

“You’re the one who wanted to work a few songs together. I don’t really care.”

Blast clucked his tongue, “Fine. If you’re so great, then I’ll leave you to it,” He commented as he began to stand up.

“Wait, before you go, I want you to hear something and give me some feedback.”

“Would an apology first be too much to ask for?”

“Fine, look I’m sorry for being an ass, its just... With everything going on, and trying to work this music just right, I don’t know, I guess it’s just got me on edge, you know?”

Blast nodded as he sat back down. Rush pulled out his phone and pulled up the song remix he had before passing it over. Blast pulled out his buds and connected them before hitting play and popping them into his ears. As the music started, it sounded no different than anything Rush had done before, until the voices began. They sounded twisted and altered, laughter echoed in the background, making it sound dark and menacing.

Blast looked around as everything began to twist slightly, before the light of day went dark. “What the hell is this?” He asked, his voice shaking slightly as he looked around. The buds he had were gone, all the other patrons likewise gone, all that was left was the voices, singing, if that was what they were even doing. The laughter grew louder, and louder until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked down to see a strange large cartoonish white glove with four fingers on his shoulders. As he turned his attention, he could see the arm, strangely thin and long with stripes of red and black. His eyes widened as his heart began to beat in his chest, his mind screamed for him not to look. Yet for him it felt as if it were too late, he couldn’t stop himself from looking.

That laughter, that damn laughter seemed so much more twisted as he could now see the distorted painted face of the thing before him now, looking over his shoulder. It’s mouth already strangely large due to it’s painted smile, but he could see the cheeks making it wider, teeth sharp as blades, and dripping red. The smell of it’s breath made him want to gag.

As the laughter echoed along with a new tune of an old carnival music, the laughter of a clown out of a nightmare.

Blast let out a scream as the killer clown closed in on him, its large hand turning him around before sinking its sharp teeth into his chest and tearing out his heart. His voice trailed off into a strange gurgling sound as he felt the emptiness there in his chest.


“Oh my God, is that kid okay? What happened?”

“I don’t know, he just screamed and collapsed clutching his chest.”

“Hey, someone call 911!” Rang out the voices of other patrons. The only one who wasn’t panicking was the young man already leaving the diner. In fact, the only emotion he showed was a small dark smile before the door closed behind him.

It was a bit more of a delay than he thought, yet, he realized after he stood and paid for his bill when Sound Blast fell backwards, it was better this way since he didn’t want to be tied into anything. Besides, a kid with a heart condition having a sudden seizure before the onset of a major heart attack, should prove his own innocence.

He wanted to test this out more, but finding those suitable for this, would prove difficult. He spent weeks working through the right kind of mix to get someone to follow instructions. Simple, yet possible.

This was proved when he waited with a man listening to his latest mix just down the road from an old Opera house, before removing the buds from his ears and passing a gun wrapped in a black cloth. The man stood there, a long lost look in his eyes, clothes old and filthy.

“Now listen, what are your orders?” He asked, calmly and simply.

“Rob the girls,” came the simple reply.

“Good, and?”

“If a man tries to stop me, use the gun,” A strange look came over his face then as if he were suddenly filled with bloodlust.

Rush watched smiled as he watched his newest tool stalk across the street after the crowd in front of the Opera house dispersed and two women were wandering around outside. The man waited till they were far enough away before pushing the two women into the alley and demanding money from them. Rush felt a little pang as he watched the beautiful Sonata and Adagio at the end of that monsters blade. It wasn’t until he watched the scene unfold as another man confronted him, the gun was pulled and a shot sounded out. Rush smiled, feeling pleased as he turned and left the place he had been watching from.

He felt satisfied, his plan was coming together, and soon, he would have the Dazzlings all to himself. First, get rid of the man that was keeping them all to himself, even sweet and innocent Sonata. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right, but Rush would have his way soon enough. Next were those girls from that High School, the Rainbooms, he had learned. They had, since their graduation at the high school, dispersed the group, but still. He wanted the ones who destroyed his favorite group of female singers to pay for their transgressions.

Rush inserted the buds into his ears and played the next song from his list, slowly becoming lost in their now altered songs and music.

What he didn’t realize, was that the music of the Dazzlings, were magical in their use, and also did not realize that peoples minds varied. Some were stronger, some were weaker, or more susceptible, while even fewer, became altered in small ways by listening to their music. The Sirens did find out the hard way, though, that technology could end up altering the magic of their songs and spells and had varied unpredictable effects. To which, one was now, unbeknownst to them, being used in the worst possible ways.




Max grunted as he continued to force his situps. He had fully recovered some time ago from the wound of being shot in his abdomen, yet occasionally he would still encounter a phantom pain there. He had been working out a bit more trying to manage his body to the best of his ability. Once again, making sure he was in good health had saved his life. The last time he had encountered this, he had been working out at a gym with a friend, weightlifting trying ti build his muscles. Literally the day he was to meet his friend for a weekend at a bar to celebrate Saint Patrick’s Day, he had been riding a bike from his job when someone ran a red light to an on ramp. This in turn had forced Max to hit the brakes hard sending him flying head over handlebars of his bike. He had been moving at close to twenty miles an hour when he had to do this, and suddenly the force of stopping himself before smashing his face into the concrete had left him with both arms fractured at the elbow.

He had spoken to the doctor at the time and found that if he had not been working out and keeping to a healthy regiment to improve his health, he would not have been able to stop himself and only walk away with multiple small fractures in his arms.

Max grunted again as he rose his upper body up from the mat, a lot had happened since then. Years had gone by, and only occasionally all he had to deal with was his right arm occasionally locking up, or popping.

He heaved a sigh on his final rise and rested his arms on his knees as he worked to ease his breathing. After catching his breathe he stood and grabbed a pair of shorts to throw on. He looked back to the bed to find the three girls he had come to love in such a short time, and who came to love him in return.

Adagio, Aria, and Sonata were altogether on his and Sonata’s bed, asleep. HE smiled as his eyes wandered over their exposed bodies, the sheets and blankets having been lost at some point during the night of their sexual activities. So now, all three were huddled together in the middle of the bed, practically taking all the space. Their arms wrapped around each other, their legs intertwined. Adagio was holding Sonata, their breasts pressed together in a soft mound pf flesh that made Max’s body ache to be a part of, while Aria had her chest pressed against Sonata’s back, one of her arms hanging over her side.

As he watched, he became aware of the natural light in the room filling it, sending the shadows of the night away. It started as a dull gray, before growing brighter by the minute as the sun rose above the horizon and trees.

Max smiled to himself before forcing himself to turn away from the alluring mass on the bed and making his way out the door and across the living room. In hand he had a pair of briefs, having found them more comfortable when Sonata accidentally bought a pack for him a few days before. Once across the living room he entered Adagio’s room, before heading to her bathroom to shower. He wanted to let the girls sleep a bit longer, understanding they would be hard to get along with so early if he were to wake them, especially Adagio.

It didn’t take long to get the water just the right temperature before he pushed his body under the shower head and closed the curtains. He moaned out as the hot water began to ease the tension in his muscles allowing him to begin to relax. As always, with his eyes closed, he stood there allowing his mind to go blank as he relished the feel of the water running down over his shoulders and the rest of his body.

Minutes passed before Max left the shower, cleaner, more relaxed, and actually ready for the day. He emerged from Adagio’s bedroom and went to the kitchen, making his way around it gathering what he needed.

Aria let out a small groan as she moved onto her back stretching before beginning to roll over and falling out of the bed with a startled shriek.

“Aria? You okay?” Came a sleepy voice from above her. Aria found herself nudged between the bed and the dresser.

“Yea, Sonata, I’m good. I didn’t like the bed anymore, so I purposely shoved myself down here.” She said sarcastically. She would have had a better come back, but she just had a rude wake up.

“Whatever you say,” Sonata responded with a yawn before she laid her head down on her hand and began to close her eyes.

Aria rolled her eyes and grumbled as she worked to remove herself from her predicament. She stood and began to stretch when she stopped and began to smell something. She looked over and smirked when she realized thew three girls were once again left without a warm body of delicious muscle and a teasing mind.

Just as she was about to say something, the door opened, and in walked Max, the man she had just been thinking of. Her eyes widened as she saw the large circular tray with three plates of food still steaming on them.

“Hope you three don’t mind breakfast in bed. I made omelets, with bacon.”

“I’d rather have sausage.” Aria said smirking as she watched Max place the platter of food down on a table on the other side of the bed than she had found herself on.

“Still looking to milk me dry? Alright, your call if you want to end up in bed all day.” Max said as he made his way over to her and planted a soft sensual kiss on her lips, one of his hands grabbing her ass and yanking her forward, pressing their lower bodies together.

“Hey, don’t forget me!” Sonata said as she jumped from the bed and tackled the two to the floor. With the loud thump, Sonata giggled as the three began to wrestle on the floor, a few moans eliciting from the girls as Max used his fingers and lips to respond.

“Hey, do we really want to have another noise complaint from our neighbors?” Came an irritated voice from the bed.

The mass of wriggling bodies halted as they turned to Adagio on the bed, a plate of food in her hand.

“Aw, Dagi, are you upset cause we left you out?” Sonatas asked.

“Wha-? No, just, shut up.” She said, a blush on her face before stuffing several pieces of omelet into her mouth. As she slowed her chewing she moaned as she enjoyed the taste of the seasoning Max had added this time to the breakfast mixing well with the melted cheese. The other two former sirens laughed and stood before grabbing their own plates and settling on the bed to enjoy the meal as well.

“So, what’s the plan, girls?” Max asked, getting the others to stop and look at him.

“Don’t know, I have to work, for sure. I’m getting a chance to grab some overtime at the office since Christmas is coming up in a couple of weeks.”

“I was offered to do a play during the holiday, but I’m thinking of turning it down. I want to spend some time with all of you.” Max raised his eyebrows at Aria. It seemed out of character for her to say something like that so seriously, but he shrugged it off as just being awake at such an early hour. The girls were still finding ways to surprise him, yet, Max was still surprising them as well with some of his teasing. Especially when out in public. He had never gave much thought to exhibitionism, but an ex-girlfriend had shown him his most perverted side.

“Yeah, and I just finished all my tests early for this semester, so the college is being lenient to me and letting me out earlier than normal.” Sonata added in.

“I don’t think three days is really all that impressive, Sonata, love.” Max pointed out.

“Hey I’ll take it, it has been uber stressful lately, and I need some time to, relax.” She said with a blatant wink at Max.

“Oh come on, Sonata, if the three of us keep in in the apartment any longer he won’t be able to really put in an effort to go out and get a job.” Adagio said.

“Hey, I have a job.” Max protested.

“Yeah, one text based chatroom game rpj or whatever isn’t the same as having a job.” Adagio argued.

Max shrugged, “Well, with the way things have been, I still make more than you. I’m just glad the lawsuit finally got settled with less loss than I thought.”

“Isn’t that because that up and coming game developer wanted to hire you and settle the lawsuit to get you in the door sooner?” Aria asked.

“Yeah, I still can’t believe she was that impressed with my game. Oh, speaking of which, Nina wants to send a few games and some new gear to me for some trial and error stuff. She wants me to test it and give her some feed back. All the people she has employed are being asked to do this all throughout this month and the next to help work out the bugs of their new horror game.” Max paused as a thought struck him, “Actually, Sonata, could I get your help on that? I mean, since you’re out of school and all.”

“Sure thing, what kind of game is it?” She asked with genuine interest.

“Well, it’s a new fps, first person shooters, for you non-gamer girls,” Max said teasingly at Adagio and Aria. The two rolled their eyes and groaned as Max continued, “It’s a shooter where players play as mages from a fantasy world who have been sent to part of the world and are commissioned to find some ancient artifacts. You’re allowed to wield a staff, or a scepter as a way to channel your magic and fight off monsters in jungles, pyramids, and dungeons.” He finished.

“That, actually sounds kind of bad-ass,” Adagio admitted as she thought about it. “Oh, hey, Max, has Nina offered you a legit job yet? Or is she still paying you under the table for game ideas and as a game tester?”

“Oh come on, Adagio, you make it sound like we’re doing something illegal?” Max said crossing his arms.

Adagio gave Max a deadpanned look, “Okay, okay. Yes she is still paying me under the table, but it’s only as a way to return for the help with the lawsuit.”

Adagio shook her head as she put her empty plate to the side, “Honestly Max, I think she is just using you now to push her business forward.”

Max let out a sigh and shrugged, “Yeah, she may be, and holding the whole ‘I helped you out of that lawsuit’ over my head to get away with it.”

“Max, I don’t like this woman, when are we going to get to meet her?” Aria asked.

“Enough, enough, please? I would rather have a great day than us sitting here arguing whether I’m being used by a woman or not.” He paused thinking over in his mind of what he just said. To his embarrassment, the three started laughing at his expense.

“Wow, Max. You really suck when it comes to dealing with women, don’t you?” Adagio asked.

“Oh? Does that include you three?” He asked.

“Well, you’re kind of like our pet, Max. We tossed you a bone and you followed us home and have been humping our legs ever since.” Aria said, before erupting in laughter once again.

“Alright, alright. I get it. Come on, Aria, cut me some slack,” He almost begged. The girls began to laugh again, to which Max let loose a grin, “Or, I could just chain you all to the bed again and tease you till I have you cumming and beginning for me.” He threatened.

They stopped at that and saw the look on his face.

“Whoa, hey now, Max, let’s not get carried away.” Aria said, flinching as Max took a step forward. They knew they would have to move fast since he had rigged the bottom of the bed with all the chains for their special play times. At that moment, all three were in enemy territory.

“Break on three?” Adagio whispered.

“Fuck three, if we bounce now before he reaches the bed, I think we can leave.” Aria countered.

“Wait, what about bait?”

The two stopped their slow movements to the edge of the bed and glanced at one to Sonata.

“No, no, nonononono. AHHHH!” Sonata screamed as two pairs of hands grabbed her and literally threw her at Max, “Traitors!” She screamed as Max let out a dark laugh, having caught her and pinned her to the bed.

“Better that you suffer, and not us, Sonata. Remember, you love him.” Adagio called over her shoulders as they slammed the door shut.

Seconds later, the screams of fear and protests turned to moans and squeals of pleasure.

“You know, maybe it wasn’t fair?” Aria pointed out as she bit her lip listening to the sounds coming from the bedroom.

“Yeah, but we do have to get ready for the day, and those two need a little alone time anyways. All four of us have been spending a lot of time together lately.” Adagio pointed out.

“Well, considering what happened to Max, is it really so bad?” The two shared a look, the silence seeming to make things feel uneasy before Sonata’s voice broke through, moaning Max’s name.

“Sick day?” They said together before grinning and opening the door and pouncing on the two already embraced on the bed.
> Slither’s and crawls and strikes
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	The storm was coming, the cold bitterness of winter was coming from the North and would sweep down into their world from on high. The sky was already a dark gray with thick clouds almost blotting the sunlight from the world, the wind blew through the streets and between the buildings. All who were caught in it’s strike and ill prepared would shudder, lips turning blue, body shaking as deep as the bones buried under the flesh.

For now, before the storm there was rain pouring in slants across the town. With the addition of the wind blowing in from the storm coming at them, it was as if an old vindictive God were attempting to berate the populace. The rain seemed to fall sideways when the wind blew like this, rather than soaking the collar and coats of people it would send the near blinding cold rain like needles at their faces.

People hurried along from building to building, street to street, trying to take as much shelter as possible as they went about their tasks.

Max shivered slightly as raised the collar of his coat and finished zipping it up all the way to the neck. He lowered his head, allowing his jaw to block the heat his body was producing from leaving the inside of his thick coat. His eyes were covered from the piercing cold rain with a pair of sunglasses, and the top of his head barely covered from the winter weather. The best it did was fully cover his ears to keep from ending with frostbite as the temperature gradually fell. Max reached a slightly numb hand up to adjust the thick band around his head to ensure his ears were completely covered, before stuffing both into his coat pockets.

Max made his way down the sidewalk, trying to keep himself protected against the weather, the sound of the needle like rain striking his coat leaving the mind to wish for better weather. They had experienced a strange period of warm weather, but it happened occasionally before a really cold winter set in. The fact that this one was so late into the season promised a brief spring to come as winter’s cold grip would attempt to remain as long as possible.

He occasionally glanced up to make sure he wasn’t going to run into anyone as he continued. He had no place in particular to be, no true destination. He had to sneak out while the girls were passed out just to be able to stretch his muscles. Of which felt thick and heavy, it had been too long since he had left the apartment since he had returned from the hospital.

As he walked, Max noticed a large set of windows and looked in, being distracted by movement. Inside he could see the place was a large open space, with a large group of people all wearing white and practicing movements. As he looked he could tell it was one of those new Karate classes he had always wondered about. With a shrug, Max walked to the nearby door and opened it and stepped in, to what was like a wall of heat and sound.

Inside from the weather, he removed his glasses and band and placed them in a pocket as he watched the group all moving in sync, a punch thrusting forward, pulling back, bodies leaning back before sending kicks into the air at unseen enemies.

“Hello there, interested in some classes?” Came a man’s voice from his left. Max turned to find a man with a strong form, also wearing clothing similar to those all around.

“It’s passed through my mind a few times. More so recently,” he admitted.

“Let me guess, home invasion?” Max shook his head, “Mugged in the streets?” Again Max shook his head, “Care to give me a hint?”

“I wasn’t the one getting mugged, I sort of stopped a mugging, and got shot for it.”

“Ouch. Man, and they say good people are rare these days. I’m Vincent,” the man said as he extended a hand to Max.

“Maxwell, though I prefer to just go by Max,” taking Vincent’s hand in his own and giving a firm shake.

“Fair enough, Max. Glad to meet you, so, are you able to do anything? Or are you still healing?”

“Oh, no, I think I’m fairly healed, at least physically. I was finally able to sneak away from the house. Been stuck for too long.”

“Sneak away? Wife have issues with you getting shot, huh?”

“No, not my wife, she is my girlfriend. Her and her sisters had pretty much not let me out of sight.”

“Ah, yea I can get that. So, care to watch the class? We are about to have some sparing matches, if you want to watch?”

Max shrugged, “Why not?”

Vincent lead Max over to the back of the room as everyone finished their final movements and began to move into small groups. Two young boys began to grab thick mats from a nearby wall and set them about in front of the groups.

“A new student?” came a voice from behind Max, turning he stared at an older man of Asian descent, trying to hold back laughter as the man looked like a slightly younger Mr. Miyagi from the movies.

“Don’t know yet, sir. He is willing to watch a round of sparing.”

The man nodded before walking over to the group of people. Each group and mat he passed, he would nod and two people would immediately take position across from each other at the edge of the mat. They then bowed to one another before taking up a stance to prepare themselves. Once he passed every group, he worked his way back, giving short instructions. He would point out something here or there, for the students to make a small adjustments to the positioning of their bodies before he moved on to the next group.

Once done, he walked back to the front of class and looked to everyone, before uttering a single word, “Begin.”

Max watched carefully as each pair, surrounded by their peers began to move. Punches and kicks began to move through the air, some blocked, some dodged, and a few here and there used grappling moves to render their opponent incapable of fighting back.

Max sighed a little as he watched, to him this felt as if it were no more than the usual practice, to him, no one here seemed as if in need to learn anything for actual application.

‘No, that’s not thew right way to look at it. They are most likely here to learn this discipline to better themselves and to be prepared for any situation life may throw at them.’

“You seem disappointed,” Vincent said, to which Max nodded.

“In myself is all.”

“How is that?”

“Just, looking at things the wrong way is all.”

“Trying to look at everything in a different perspective? That is a little surprising.”

“Why is that surprising?”

Vincent seemed to shrug and didn’t offer anything more. Max turned his attention back to the room, as people began to switch out when one person had surrendered.

“Vincent,” Came the voice of the Mr. Miyagi look alike.

‘Aw, crap. Am I being racist? Yeah, I bet I’m being racist thinking like that.’

“Yes sir?”

“What is the young man’s name?”

“Max, sir,” He said simply.

“I would like you to take Max, and step up to a mat, please.”

“Sir?” Vincent asked, uncertainly.

“Max,” The man stopped watching the students and turned to him, “May I see what you can do?”

“Uh, I’m sorry, I’ve never taken a class like this before, so most likely, I will end up on my back.” Max explained, hoping to hide his embarrassment as people stopped to turn and watch the conversation.

“I apologize, I am getting ahead of myself,” He said as he walked over to Max, and bade him to stand. “My name is Adam, it is nice to meet you, Max,” he said as he extended a hand to Max.

For his part, max could not help but to stare at his hand for a second, before uncertainly taking it and giving it a quick shake.

“Good, good. Would you care to entertain an old man?” Max gave him a look as if he had grown three heads. “Do not worry, Vincent will be your partner, he knows how to hold back.”

Max shook his head, it would seem Adam, the teacher, and master, he supposed, wanted to find out if Max could hold his own. As Max removed his coat, his mind planted a visual aid to make him nervous, of being sent flying through the air to land on his back in a daze, then politely asked to leave while everyone laughed at him.

‘Karma, if this is for the racist thoughts, I hate you.’

Max walked over to the nearest mat, where Vincent now stood opposite of. Max appeared as if he were already defeated, with his shoulders slumped and arms hanging at his sides. He looked up and saw Vincent offer him an apologetic look. Max looked down to his clothing, he had dressed with comfort more than warmth, since his coat was made for this type of weather. All he had on was a pair of faded jeans, boots, and a t-shirt with a very faded logo of a former gym he had once gone to years before.

“Wait,” came Adam’s voice. “Max, straighten your shoulders, relax your body, but do not let yourself be loose. You may end up being hurt.”

Max nodded as his closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, allowing his lungs to fill to capacity before slowly releasing his breath. He straightened his shoulders, and raised his arms slightly and spread his legs and feet trying to find a way to balance himself.

“Max, I want you to try and block or dodge Vincent as he moves to strike. Vincent, as you very well know, do not hesitate, but do not hurt the man.”

“Yes sir.”

“When you are ready, Max, signal Vincent to begin.”

Max shrugged, “Well I suppose this is one of those situations you’ll never be quite ready for. So let’s get this over with.”

Vincent nodded and the two stepped forward onto the mat.

Vincent, for his part, was being kind and throwing only a punch or two at first. To Max, it seemed as if her were testing things as he easily moved out of reach. He moved in to take a swing and yanked his arm back as a way to startle Vincent. The man in turn grinned, “Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me enough. If you think you can make a swing, go for it.” he advised, to which Max nodded.

They closed the distance again, mac moving hesitantly as he watched Vincent. Vincent swung and stopped before connecting to Max’s face, only to see Max flinch a split second too late. They moved around again, and Max tried to work his mind to focus on what to do, a she took his eyes away from Vincent, the man moved quickly swinging his arm to the side of Max’s head.

He did not know what was happening, but in that moment, something in him snapped and a feeling of danger alerted Max. The arm and movement seemed to slow to a crawl and Max moved back and to the left of the arm that was coming at him. As he did this, his body, seeming to move of its own accord raised and knocked Vincent’s arm up and his other arm swung in, fist clenched and made it’s way to Vincent’s ribs.

As Max realized what was happening, he screamed in his mind, and with that a trickle of fear forced his body to alter itself just slightly right before he made contact, the effect being merely a tap on Vincent’s rib before he yanked his arm back. Chest heaving, the two men stepped back, Max finally noticing as they did, everything seemed normal. Or, at least as normal as it was before this, though he felt a little light headed.

'Don’t hurt him, Don’t hurt him, donthurthimdonthurthim,’ Max repeated the words like a mantra as Vincent moved in again. This time though, instead of things slowing down, Max leaped back to the edge of the mat. Vincent looked at him confusedly, before taking a few quick steps forward, only to find Max side step out of reach again. Max moved about, out of Vincent’s reach for a minute or so, growing tired as he did.

“Max, it would be best to move in on your opponent, if you try to stay away, you will tire faster than he will.”

Max groaned inwardly as he heard Adam’s advice. As he once more took his eyes from Vincent to glance at Adam, he was surprised as his opponent swooped in and began to throw a punch straight at his head.

Once more, his mind shifted as everything slowed down with the thought of danger going off in his mind. Max reacted, letting his arm to shift Vincent’s arm away from his head, and felt a sting and the sound of a delayed slap. Glancing down, Max saw his body had somehow moved to catch a low blow Vincent was aiming at his stomach. The two men moved back, but Vincent was not giving Max a second to think as he shifted his back foot and rather than take a full step back, he almost launched himself forward.

This time, max did not try to block or shift the punches thrown at him, he merely moved his head and upper body to dodge. That was when Vincent surprised him by shifting his body. Max saw a second of white in the corner of his eye, and threw up his arm. The thought to turn his arm, came just a second too late as the full on blow from Vincent’s kick was abruptly stopped against Max’s forearm.

There was a collective gasp from everyone in the room, as the two men stopped and starred at one another.

“Enough. Max, come here and let me see your arm,” Adam’s voice cut through the ensuing silence.

Max turned when Vincent brought his leg down and stepped back, his own eyes wide and staring at Max. For his part, Max was surprised there was so little pain. He could feel the spot on his forearm where the leg had connected, as if the pressure had not let up. Just as he reached Adam and raised his arm, he became aware of the tingling in his entire arm down to the tips of his fingers.

‘Ah, there is the pain. Was wondering when you were going to start in. Crap, wonder if the bone is broken.’

Adam checked the arm and grunted, “Not broken, there will be a nice bruise. I am very impressed, Max. You said you never took a class before, right? You wouldn’t be lying would you?” Max shook his head to confirm he was not lying. “You seem somewhat fit, so you at least exercise. You are very fortunate. Vincent strengthens his legs by placing a thin padding of carpet on the corner of a brick wall and kicks it several hundred times a day.”

Max shook his head, “There is no way, he would break his leg.” Adam looked at Max, his gaze never wavering leading Max to wonder if it really was true.

“Not only did you block his kick, you did it without the force affecting you beyond your arm. Despite doing it with your arm just in the wrong position, you did not waver from the strike, you did not flinch in the slightest.”

Despite his confusion, Adam dismissed the class, and waited until everyone was gone, before he and Vincent spoke. They made arrangements for Max to come in to begin his lessons.







Rush looked around the dark dank concrete room. The smell was musty and thick, but it didn’t matter, this lower part of the abandoned building would suit him fine.

Another set of screams echoed off the wall, making Rush glad he had closed the doors. With them closed, no sound could escape this room, though with it open, no doubt it would have brought unwanted attention. He looked over at the girl that was lying on the floor wriggling as if tied up sobbing and occasionally screaming. He did not know what her fear was, but it had to be frightening as he watched her.







The room was dark, she knew she should never have gone with that weird guy, he gave off the creepiest vibes, but to her better judgement he had offered free entry into a club next door. That was when she felt a blow to the head behind her. She awoke to this strange and frightening singing, there as she watched, eyes growing wide she saw them. The small slender bodies making their way to her, the muscles under the leathery flesh tightening to push themselves forward towards her. Along with them, and their small glass like eyes, flickering tongues were many other dark things on sets of legs that were too many to be natural. As the cold hard feeling of the snakes began to make their ways up her legs, Erica screamed, closing her eyes wishing it was all just another one of her nightmares.

That is until she felt the stinging sensation of a pair of teeth force their way into her body. She screamed out in pain, hot tears sliding down her face. Along with these bodies, muscles wrapping around her in various parts and tightening, she began to feel the multitude of legs making their way across her body as well. So many legs, it wasn’t right, they were things right out of her worst nightmares, all the insects, bugs, anything with more than four legs, that felt like prickly needles moving along her skin.

She could feel the stings from some mixing with the numbing sense of the venom of the snakes. Then she felt something thick and strong, like a massive arm making its way across her throat and slowly tightening closing off her airways. She opened one eye as she felt its disgusting tongue flickering against her cheek and saw the massive brown and black snake. It was considered the king of snakes, as Anacondas were the largest to be recorded. She watched as she felt her face swell, turning blue the sensation of millions of tiny little needles striking her face as she could feel her lungs suffering from lack of oxygen.

Just as she heard the loud cracking of her neck snapping, rendering her still pain wracked body of its ability to move her eyes widened as she saw the large head begin to split. This was it, her mind began to despair, watching as the jaws of the anaconda open wide, before seeing the jaw almost break and its lower mouth sagged slightly. She closed her eyes not wanting to watch anymore as the head lowered itself to hers.

She could feel the small turned blade like teeth on both sides of her head as it latched on, before feeling the sensation of it working side to side to fit more of her head into its mouth.







The girl went silent now, eyes wide, her chest jerking as if trying to fight for air, her cheeks slightly blue. Her last struggles ended with a series of spasms, then several ounces of fluid seeped out from between her legs, filling the air with the acrid smell of piss and ammonia.

Rush walked over and removed the buds from her ears and looked over the girls body. He then watched with a strange fascination as small marks appeared around her neck. It looked like small marks from something with many jagged teeth had clamped down on her. With a smirk, Rush walked away, before donning on his gloves, preparing the plastic at her sides and began to get to work. He did not want her body to remain here, it would ruin the limited amount of space he had to work with and he wanted to fit as many bodies as he could in the end. He had already begun to work in a series of chains and cuffs along the concrete walls to maximize the space that was there. It was hard work, but he felt it was worth it, as in the end he would be able to decorate these walls with the most beautiful bodies and voices known to him.
> My treat - sweet and cold
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	Max smiled to himself as he closed the door behind him. He was wanting something nice and sweet now that he was back from getting out and about. His mind went over everything that had happened, leaving him feel like it had to have been some sort of dream. None of it happened, yet it did. He turned before making his way to the living room and entered the kitchen. There he opened the freezer and grabbed a small box with pictures of different types of ice creams and grabbed a cone with chocolate dip hardened over the top of sweet vanilla flavoring. As he went to close the freezer door, he paused as he heard a rather long and loud moan coming from the living room, followed by a strange female voice overly portraying a squeal.

Max tilted his head, it sounded so familiar, and yet, he couldn’t place it. The sounds were obviously of a movie or something that was not real life, due to the exaggerated sounds coming form the woman. He finished closing the freezer door before walking straight into the living room without hesitation. There he spotted Aria and Sonata watching an anime on the t.v.

Mentally, Max face palmed as he suddenly recognized the scene plastered on the screen in vivid bright colors.

“Well, looks like you two went from enjoying anime, straight into the rabbit hole for hentai. Congratulations.” He said with a chuckle as he flopped down onto the couch.

“What the hell is hentai? I thought all these cartoons were the same?” Aria said turning her attention to Max as he began to open the package hiding his sweet treat.

“Oh, no, far from it,” he said with a laugh. “You see it’s all characterized differently, normal anime are the ones with all the fights, demons, ninjas, and giant mechs. Hentai, which I think is usually translated by people in the states comes out as ‘pervert’, is fileld with all forms of sex. Including,” he paused pointing to the screen as a giant plant creature with long slimy looking tentacles began to attack the two female lovers in the room, “the ever infamous ‘tentacle porn’.”

“What the fuck?” Aria screamed out watching said tentacles lift up the two girls, turning one upside down and violating her in many ways. Aria cringed at seeing this and turned her attention away.

“How do you know so much about this crap, Max?”

“Uh, um....” Max shifted around a bit uncomfortably, as he had also turned his head away to nibble at the chocolate covering his ice cream.

“Wait, do you actually get off this this shit?” Aria accused.

“I wouldn’t say get off to it, just when I was younger, it caught my attention. I was never big into anime, and a friend thought it would be funny to see my reaction when he put in a movie. This one, to be exact,” he said, indicating the screen with a wave of the ice cream before lifting it to remove more of the chocolate coating.

“Dude, I did not realize you were so fucked up.”

“Hey, guys, I’m trying to watch this,” Sonata snapped, making both Max and Aria turn in surprise to the blue haired girl, eyes wide and intently focused on the movie.

“Well, needless to say, I began looking into anime and finding out many of the different variations of anime, and the ever growing fan base. I will say this, many of the animes of the more mature aspect concerned me. Enough, I believe to not really give them a chance, I stuck with the more comical one’s than the intense ones. But I digress, anyways-” Max was interrupted by a pillow smacking him in the face, to which he could only breath out a sigh of relief that his ice cream had not been lost. He removed it to find Sonata glaring at him. With a shrug, Max went back to eating his ice cream, using his tongue to keep the vanilla drops from running over his fingers, making them sticky.

Aria did not return her gaze back to the t.v, but instead watched Max as he used his tongue to slowly run down the ice cream in his hand. She watched as the vanilla became scarce and Max began to run his tongue over the top of it, slowly drawing away smears of vanilla over his tongue.

Little to anyone’s knowledge, but Aria’s, she became flushed as her mind began to replace the ice cream with his head between her legs. It did not take long before Max began to push his tongue into the ice cream cone, twisting it around in his one hand, while his tongue expertly twisted and bent.

Aria bit her lip as her legs pressed together, remembering the times he had used that same tongue on her. Entranced, she continued to watch him eating away at the cone, wishing he were eating away at her.

Once he reached a point, rather than shoving his tongue deep down into the cone, he removed it from his mouth, and turned the cone around and bit off the point on the bottom where he then gave one strong pull. He moved the vanilla around in his mouth before swallowing. Once he did this he moved the cone back up to his mouth where he bit it off and shoved his tongue into the hole and worked to lick up as much vanilla ice cream as he could.

Aria gritted her teeth and abruptly stood up, “Oh I have had enough of this crap.” Leaving Max and Sonata to look at her strangely as Max finished off the cone in one large chomp. She made her way into the kitchen where the sound of the fridge door opened, closed and she came stomping back with a red popsicle. She settled herself on the arm of the couch, and looked down at Max before taking the treat and slowly sliding it in over her tongue, moaning quietly as she did.

Max glanced up Aria and smirked as he sat back and watched her. The red popsicle continued slowly over her tongue, her fingers twisting it before it began to slowly disappear into her mouth. As she allowed it in, she closed her lips over the cold treat and began to suck on it hard, tasting the cherry flavor as it was drawn from it.

Max watched as her cheeks caved in slightly around the freeze pop as if it were his own before glancing down to see her apple bob as she swallowed the juice she had sucked from it. She removed it slowly, her lips lifting their pressure from her treat just as the rounded end of the popsicle left her mouth, she held at the edge, and ran her tongue around it. Max could see where much of the juice had been removed without breaking it apart, since it looked like it was turning into a white shade at the tip.

Seeing she had Max’s attention, Aria smiled and laid back, settling her body as steadily as she could on the arm of the couch, resting her head against the back wall as she smiled and winked at him. She went back to sucking on the treat, only this time just suckling on the tip, occasionally sliding a little bit of it in and out.

Knowing Max was watching her with a look of enjoyment on his face, never breaking away from her, left Aria with a thrill in her. Her body tingled, as if electricity began to run through her body, her face a scarlet color as she spread her lips apart and ran her tongue underneath the firm cold surface of the treat before drawing it in a little further and pushing it all the way to the back of her throat where she stopped and raised her head, eyes closed and allowed the tip of her popsicle to slide just a little further and into her throat.

Despite it being cold, and half of it being square, Aria began to imagine Max over top of her, shoving his erection down into her throat. She could feel herself getting wet as she let out a moan. She wanted to feel more, as she continued playing with her treat, her legs spreading apart ever so slightly, her free hand moving to squeeze one of her breasts.

If it wasn’t for the fact that she needed to let in some air and had already drawn the popsicle out of her throat and mostly out of her mouth, then what happened next would have left her choking. Aria felt slender hands pull her skirt down and off of her feet, followed quickly by her damp panties. She looked down over the rising and falling of her breasts to see Sonata there, head between her legs. She glanced up and smiled before she disappeared and Aria could feel Sonata’s lips caress the skin beneath her.

Shuddering at the feeling, she looked over to find Max had repositioned himself on the other end of the couch, leaning back against the couch, legs laid over the cushions, a hand massaging the bulge pressing against his jeans. Aria gasped as she felt Sonata’s tongue dart out and slide up and down her folds, forcing Aria to moan loudly, practically forgetting about the now half white popsicle. Aria quickly wrapped her legs around Sonata’s head and bent her knees slightly to allow herself to spread her thighs a bit more.

Turning once again, she could now see Max opening his jeans to reveal himself already stiff, the mass of muscle twitching. Aria moaned again a she felt the tongue that had been dancing about below press into her.

He sat back stroking himself, watching Aria being pleasured. It was not long before her body began to tense her climax rising more as the seconds passed.

“Sonata, stop,” Max said, his tone commanding. With a final kiss, Sonata pulled away, much to Aria’s disappointment, which she vocalized as a whine. “Come her, my dear,” Sonata crawled to him, Aria regretfully allowing her legs to fall to the sides. She was not happy as the feeling of her climax began to cool and slowly fade. She turned to see Max whispering in Sonata’s ear, before the blue haired girl giggled and nodded.

Aria watched as Sonata turned and wiggled her ass in front of Max a little bit, earning her a hard smack. She began to crawl back over to Aria before grabbing the now partially melted popsicle from her hand. She was surprised to find she had held onto it at all. She watched as Sonata gave her a vicious grin before moving between her legs. Aria’s eyes widened, as her mind began to connect what was about to happen.

“Sonata-” Her words were cut off with a scream as she felt the piercing cold extinguish the fire in her body. Though, just as suddenly as it was gone, she could feel Sonata’s tongue on her licking up and down, a small moaning sound coming from her.

“Oh, Max, this is delicious, Aria is cherry flavor now,” She cooed as she ran what was left of the popsicle over the girl, playing with her. She could see the bumps rising as well as her body shivering from her treatment. Finally when she had enough she went back to eating Aria, raising the last of the popsicle overhead and allowing the unfreezing drops to fall all over her hips.

Aria’s eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling as her breath came labored. She just about jumped as she felt a hot breath on her waist, before a tongue began to lick up the melted drops of cherry flavoring from her body.

“Delicious,” was the only thing Max said as he worked his way down. His tongue joining in with Sonata, was too much for Aria to bare as her body grew hot, she could feel herself building up more and more, until she realized she could hear screaming.

Max rested a hand on Aria, to help calm her down from her fitful climax.

“Don’t you dare look at me like that. That was cruel, and you damn well know it,” she nearly spat.

“Oh, so you didn’t like it?” Max asked as he pouted.

Aria could do nothing more than let her head fall back as her breathing came under control again. She couldn’t help herself, she began to laugh.

“You know, I’m not done with you yet, and I haven’t even begun to get to work on Sonata either.” Max said, his deep throaty chuckle once again sounded down right evil, sending shivers through Aria and Sonata’s bodies.
> My treat - A hot shower
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Adagio placed her hands on her knees as she allowed her back to press against the wall behind her. She worked to slow her breathing, sweat running down the sides of her face, strands of her hair were soaked and plastered on her forehead.

She was tired and her body ached all over, yet despite this, she was in a good mood. Wincing at the pain in her body as well as a couple of fresh bruises, she looked up at the woman across the room from her. The white walls were marred with black marks from the filthy ball that had been bouncing around countless times, and of course marks of bodies slamming into the walls as well. The woman with the red and yellow hair, looked far better than she did, her chest barely heaving at the efforts, though, Adagio was glad to see her drenched in sweat as well.

“Here I thought with all the time you’ve spent with Max, you would be in much better shape.” Sunset said with a smirk.

“Wrong kind of exercise, then again considering the desk job I have, the two cancel each other out.” Adagio complained.

“Yeah, yeah, sure whatever.” Sunset replied before making her way to the glass door, before pausing to turn to look at Adagio. “Hey, speaking of which, I thought you had to work today?”

Adagio glanced at Sunset and offered a sheepish smile, “I don’t get too many days off except when one of the girls are sick. Even when I’m sick, I still usually go in to work. So, uh, sick day.”

“Right, you’re just playing hooky. Luckily for you, I don’t work with you, or else I’d try blackmailing you,” Sunset teased with a wink.

The two girls made their way from the Racket ball area of the gym and headed for the girls locker room for a shower and change in clothes.

“So, how is Max doing after,” Sunset began, pausing uncertain how to continue. She was not sure how touchy of a subject it was for them, but she hoped it was less so for Adagio. They hadn’t spoken since Adagio called from Max’s cell and told her what had happened.

“He’s good,” She responded with a smile as she thought about it.

“That’s good. I was surprised in all honesty when you told me what had happened. At the same time though, it kind of seemed like that is just the kind of guy he is. Protecting you three, willing to suffer in your place.”

Adagio looked over at Sunset as they entered the locker room, ignoring all the other women of various sizes, in various forms of clothing, or wrapped in towels.

“Sunset, is something wrong?”

She merely shrugged, before sighing as they reached their locker’s which had been set side by side. “I just, never thought I would hear of a guy willing to do that. I mean, yeah I hear a lot of guys talk a lot of smack, but you never really hear about a guy giving his life for a woman he loves, much less three.”

“Come on, Sunset, you really haven’t been giving these humans much of a chance to show you their better side.” Adagio stopped as she thought about what she had said. Had she, not a handful of years before, and even longer before that had the same thoughts about me of this world? Being nothing more than useless selfish pawns in her games.

“Considering you’re own words there, Adagio?” Sunset pressed. The two looked at each other and heaved a sigh.

“We are quite the pair, aren’t we?” They grabbed a change of clothes and towels and headed for the showers installed on the other side of the locker room. There they found a few showers open near the back corner and made their way to those. They set up their towels on the racks between the shower stalls, and placed their clothing on the chairs below them.

Adagio began to undo her shoes, slowing as her eyes looked over to Sunset, watching with interest as her friend closed her eyes and lifted her shirt up over her head. Her body glistening with sweat, her skin and muscles taught from the continual exercise she submitted herself to. She then leaned down and began to lightly shake her waist, removing the shorts she had on, the fabric had become so drenched that it clung to her legs and thighs like a lover embracing her.

Adagio could not hide her staring, or her look of lust as she gazed at the half naked woman, her sizeable bust, though smaller than Adagio’s, was still very nice, packed in her black bra, her panties a mirror match. Sunset busied herself with pinning up her still fairly short hair before moving to step into the shower.

She stopped, the corner of her eyes catching Adagio’s intense gaze, and blushed as she looked over.

“What?” She asked, suddenly feeling self conscious, moving her hands to grab the curtain of the shower stall to begin to wrap around her.

“Nothing, just, admiring is all.” Adagio said as she shook her head and began to remove her own clothing. She glanced up to see that Sunset had vanished into her shower and saw the steam already starting to rise out from under the curtain. As she set her clothing down, she stopped and noticed something, she moved over to Sunset’s gym clothing and realized what was happening, she bit her lip and finished removing her clothing.

In the shower, Sunset breathed a sigh of relief, the moment had been brief. Even still, she could still feel her human body altering slightly. Despite her long absence from Equestria, and her true body,a s well as the general magic, she had begun to feel heat at times. Not the kind of heat this world provided during its summer seasons, but the kind of heat she had barely experienced as a Unicorn back in her home. Somehow, she was not sure how, but since her graduation, she began to feel it building itself back up in its intensity.

Sunset stood under the water of the shower, her arms wrapped over top of her breasts, as she hugged herself, one such time was beginning now, and had been building the last couple of days. Usually a good workout with someone and a shower was enough to help her. But, with Adagio out right staring at her body, it made her want to find relief. She leaned her head against the wall, the water spilling around her like a miniature waterfall as it collected in her thick hair and cascaded down around her.

She looked down her body, seeing between her breasts, seeing her legs shaking slightly, and closed her eyes thinking of her previous nights of fun with Dash and Fluttershy. She let out a small quiet moan as she allowed her hand to move down her body, finding where her body needed it the most.

Just as she was starting she felt a body press against her, large breasts pushed into her back and someones hot breath on her ear.

“Someone looks like they need some help,” came Adagio’s voice. Her voice seemed to offer much, but Sunset could not help but to be uncertain in this. The two of them together in a shower, being this close where they could easily be found. She was more uncertain of Adagio’s motives, considering who she was.

‘No, that’s not right, she has changed.’

For her part, Adagio wasted no time, in placing her hands around Sunset’s body, enjoying the feel of the girl’s soft, but firm taught skin. He hands lifted from where they had been on her stomach, her fingers spreading slightly as she cupped her breasts.

Sunset’s breath hitched, and she jumped slightly as she felt Adagio’s fingers brush over her nipples before settling over them, giving them a slight squeeze. She felt her body reacting more than she wanted it to, as she leaned back against the others body. She kept her head turned to the side to keep the water from her face. She shivered as Adagio moved her hands over her breasts, the water of the shower pouring down over them, the heat creating a thick mist around their now compressed bodies.

Adagio leaned forward and pressed her lips to Sunset’s neck, smiling to herself as she heard Sunset’s moans. She had played her hand, and now it was time for the payout, at least she understood what Sunset was going through, she and Aria had gone through similar issues, and had men to help them, as well as each other. Whereas Sonata, usually had to stick it out as she locked herself up in in her room, until Max came into their lives.

As these thoughts passed through her mind, Adagio began to consider something, something quite risky for them all. She knew it would be a challenge, but this was only to help Sunset, and her problems. She continued to give it more thought as she moved a hand along her body right beside her arm that was already working furiously with her hand between her legs.

Adagio eased the hand away, already more than drenched in her own fluids, before replacing it with her own. Sunset began to cry out as Adagio began to work her fingers on the girl. Her legs opened slightly more, allowing Adagio easier access as her body continued to lean against her.

To this, she allowed Sunset to lean back further, before ducking her head down and placed her lips on Adagio’s breasts. She began to suckle on her nipples, allowing them to harden in her mouth, before running her tongue over the now sensitive parts. She could hear Sunset’s voice rising in pitch, failing to remain as quiet as possible. Concerned this may draw too much unwanted attention, Adagio stood up and shoved her tongue into Sunset’s mouth, more to quiet her than to enjoy their lips pressed together.

It was this that caused Sunset to begin to fight back, now turning the tables on Adagio as she pressed her tongue into the other’s mouth.

The two continued fighting one another for dominance, Adagio having forgotten the reason she was with Sunset in the shower to begin with. It wasn’t until several minutes later the shower hit its limit and just as the water turned cold, surprising the two women, it shut off. They looked at each other, arms wrapped around their bodies, and began to laugh. They turned, Sunset checking to make sure no one was near before they dried themselves and began to get dressed.

“Sunset, would you like to come back to the apartment, and perhaps, I can help you finish what we started?”

Sunset smiled and kissed Adagio in agreement. The two women left the gym, fully dressed and both climbed into Adagio’s car and made their way to the apartment.

Once inside, they came across Max, in only his briefs with a naked Sonata, and Aria in his arms on the floor. A large bed spread had been laid out underneath them as they slept together.

Adagio looked over to find Sunset staring wide eyed at Max, to which Adagio realized the reason.

“How many times do you do it and he is still hard?” Sunset blurted out.

“Oh, they didn’t have sex. There are times when Max has less enthusiasm about having sex, but is more about pleasing us. Its infuriating at times, but when the time comes that he lets himself go all out, it is more than worth the wait and all the teasing.” Adagio explained.

“The guy is a freak, you know that?”

Adagio smiled and nodded in agreement, “So, want to go for a ride? Or you just want to go to my room?”

She turned to find Sunset already going into her room, while dropping her shirt onto the floor. With a laugh she made her way into the room, following a trail of clothing to her bed.
> My Treat - Bittersweet
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	Adagio smiled as she looked upon the bed, finding Sunset there in only her bra and panties, a sultry smile, and a look of desire directed at her. She laid on her side, the sheets bunched up beneath her, failing to hide any part of her. Sunset held herself propped on the bed on her arm, her legs lightly crossed and bent at the knees. The sight was alluring, and Adagio could not help but to stare a slight blush coming over her as she could feel the heat of her body flare in that moment. To make matters worse, the sun behind her, through the only window in Adagio’s room was already beginning to set, allowing the girl’s red and yellow hair to truly look like fire.

“Are you going to stand there staring, or are you going to come over and keep me company?” Sunset purred, her smile turning to a devilish grin.

“Hold that thought,” Adagio said as she continued to stare. It was when it felt like she was beginning to drool and knew she had the image of the beautiful woman in front of her burned into her mind that she nodded and began to make her way to the bed. As she did so, she lifted her shirt over her head, and shimmied out of her shorts. She was glad for the brief shower as she was not sticky and smelled of sweat or in any way disgusting.

She dropped her clothes there on the floor, before looking up and smiling at Sunset. For her part, Sunset raised herself up onto her knees and crawled over to Adagio, accentuating her movements with her breasts and ass, biting her bottom lip as she looked up into Adagio’s eyes.

As she halted her movements in front of Adagio, she raised herself, allowing her arms to settle on Adagio’s shoulders. Both women were about the same height, but with the bed, Sunset was just an inch or two higher than Adagio. Staring into each others eyes, neither was aware of the seconds melting into minutes, their hearts pounding into their chests.

This was to be nothing more than an effort to get Sunset help in getting laid by a good man, yet, at this very moment, Adagio could not think of anything more than to remain in Sunset’s arms. In her eyes, it seemed, to Adagio, she felt the same. Neither wanted to move to end this moment they were enjoying, yet, as fate would have it, natural attraction does what it does best. Both women began to draw their heads to one another, closing the few inches between them slowly before their eyes closed and their lips embraced.

It was not quite what either expected as they shared this first soft kiss, yet within both it seemed to ignite something more than just lust. It was a passion that burned for the other, that seemed to come from nothing. Sunset moved her hands behind Adagio’s head, pulling her face closer as she opened her mouth, sliding her tongue forward. The response was immediate and welcomed, as Adagio opened her own mouth, allowing Sunset’s to enter hers. Adagio moved her arms around Sunset, settling on the soft smooth surface of her back.

Adagio relished the feel of Sunset’s toned body, and pulled her closer, pressing their still covered breasts against one another.Their kiss, now becoming more heated as they continued, small moans eliciting from both. Their tongues in a fitful embrace as they moved about.

Pulling away, both chests heaved as they stared into each others eyes trying to catch their breath. No words were shared, as everything seemed to be conveyed through their eyes. With a smile, Sunset drew the fully blushing Adagio forward and partook in another passionate kiss, this one though, more animated as she moved her hands down and began to work the clasp of the bra. The last obstacle were these articles of clothing, Adagio’s a set of black and red lace garments, and Sunset’s a hot pink set.

It did not take long to remove her bra and slid it down her arms. They separated once again while Sunset dropped Adagios bra to the floor, before she allowed Adagio to remove hers.

Yet, Adagio wanted to play a little, so she moved her hands across the soft flesh and slightly rougher texture of the bra. Sunset raised her head back and let out a soft moan that turned into longer ones as Adagio continued on, leaning her head closer and kissing the top of the mounds, occasionally darting her tongue out to taste the woman in her arms.

Sunset shivered, feeling Adagio’s tongue brush across her skin, and waited for Adagio to continue, enjoying the delay despite wanting Adagio to do more.

Once Adagio had the clasp of the bra undone, she moved her hands to slowly lower the bra, revealing Sunsets pink nipples, where she lowered her head and began to kiss them. She was doing this no different than she had at the gym in the shower, yet somehow, at this second, Adagio felt this was different.

Sunset moaned, her fingers entangling themselves in Adagio’s hair as she squirmed slightly. Her breath caught as Adagio began to tease her nipples with her tongue. Sunset let out a small whimper as Adagio began to lower the bra in her hands and toss it to the side while she planted soft kisses along Sunset’s stomach, easing her back onto the bed.

Adagio moved her head back up from Sunsets stomach back to her chest and then moved up to look at Sunset in the face. Once more, they found their lips connecting, before Sunset suddenly grabbed Adagio and rolled her over.

Despite the surprise, Adagio could not help hut let out a hearty giggle as her back landed on her bed and Sunset looked down at her. She grinned as she moved her upper body so that her breasts rubbed against Adagio’s before moving down, returning the attention that she was given. Though, she did not spend so much time as Adagio, she worked her way down quickly, before sipping between her legs.

“Someone is in a hurry.” Came the comment from above on the bed. Sunset chuckled and placed a few kisses and bites on the other woman’s inner thighs.

Without premise Sunset moved her head and slid the panties in front of her to the side and placed her lips on the lower pair in front of her.

Adagio let loose a small sigh as she moved her legs further apart. Shivering in excitement, Adagio made no comment as she allowed Sunset to do what she wanted with her. The feeling of Sunset’s lips gently caressing her folds began to work up the heat within her.

Sunset could smell Adagio becoming wet, and watched with a small smile as Adagio’s fluids began to flow a little here and there and quickly began to lap it up before sliding her tongue along the leaking slit. The soft moans, and words of encouragement showed Sunset that Adagio wanted more, and so, she worked her tongue as much as she could.

Time flowed along, the setting sun moving lower in the sky, it’s final rays pouring through a several windows, though one in particular held two figures truly enjoying the fire of the rays in the room just before the twilight fell over the world. Just as the room began to grow dark, each woman threw back their heads, creaming out their bodies working in tandem as they came together as one.

Adagio and Sunset laid back, panting on the bed, their bodies covered in sweat, legs shaking, chests heaving, hearts pounding after everything the intense enjoyment of one another.







Max stirred, the sound of his cell going off. He grimaced as the pain in his arm made itself known. He rolled slightly, and worked to carefully remove it from under Aria, before shifting his body, grabbing Sonata and easing her down to the floor.

He could hear the cell cut off, as the song noting the ringing halted. He sat up, head in hands as he gathered his thoughts before massaging the now darkening flesh of his arm. He knew it was not broken, but is sure as hell felt that way with all the pain. This, though, he knew was not as accurate as it seemed.

Max looked up in the now darkened living room as his cell began to play its song, a small light emitting from his jeans pocket. Moving over, he pulled out his cell form the pocket and lifted it up to his ear, answering it.

“Hello?” He waited as he listened, “Yeah, wait, what?” He listened, his face scrunching up in confusion, “and you couldn’t think to tell me this when it happened? Oh, I see, okay sure-” He stopped as he continued to listen, closing his eyes as he breathed in and out trying his best to settle himself. He was silent for the longest time before nodding, “fine, that’s fine. Thank you for at least telling me, rather than living in ignorance. So, what are you going to do? Is that so? Well, that’s good at least. Yeah, fine, I’ll do that. Bye.” The last of the conversation ending tersely he he hung up.

Max sat there for a moment in the now pitch darkness of the room, his grip on his cell tightening enough that several small sounds of plastic being bent and distorted slightly could be heard if he were listening. He wanted to vent his anger, but a thought of the two near him, kept him from doing so. He quietly, carefully stood and tossed his phone on the couch, listening to the sounds of it bouncing till it settled.

He then grabbed for his pants and pulled them up over his legs, buttoning them and walking to the front door.

The sound of a door slamming, reverberating through the whole apartment brought four women up from whatever they were doing, sudden fear gripping at them. Each looked around, before lights were turned on as moving to find out who and what caused this disturbance.

The sounds of a bellowing roar pierced the air, followed by something heavy being thrown over concrete shattering and crashing caught their attention. All four women rushed to the door, each moving outside to find a single man out there in the parking lot near one of the dumpsters lifting anything and everything heavy over his head and slamming it down onto the concrete over and over again, followed by a roar and an almost imperceptible sob.

It did not take long before he fell onto his hands and knees before settling onto his rear. Sonata rushed out, suddenly recognizing his face, her legs moving down the stairs as fast as they could carry her. The other three women moving back inside to grab various clothes and robes and rushed back out.

Adagio did her best to settle the curious and frightened neighbors that were poking their heads out of their homes before watching them give her dissatisfied looks and closing their doors, no doubt locking them.

Aria, Adagio, and Sunset came to a stop, their eyes on a strangely quiet Max, Sonata beside him trying to settle him. She was talking, and yet, as far off as the look in his eyes, it seemed Max was not aware of anything going on around him.

It took all four women to get Max up to his feet, and worked to move him back to the apartment. In the light inside, they could see sweat on his body from everything he had done, his arms shaking. Sonata gasped as she saw the condition of his hands, filthy and cut in several places.

“What is going on Max?” Adagio asked, trying to get the man to speak.

At this question, Max seemed to come back some as he looked at all the women around him. He seemed slightly confused, before his head fell and he moved away from them. Adagio had Sonata go and grab some medical supplies form their bathrooms, and had Aria begin to work on Max’s hands. At first, he wouldn’t let her touch him, until Aria grabbed his forearm roughly and began to work on him.

“Now, let’s try this again,” Adagio said as she stood in front of Max, arms crossed, a serious look on her face. “What the fuck is your damage, Max?” She asked in a far less friendly way than any of the girls had ever heard her speak to Max.

Max’s whole body tensed, before he closed his eyes and began to force himself to relax. After a little more silence, he finally spoke up, “I just got a call from my step-father. My mom died.”

All four girls seemed to wilt slightly at this confession, “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” Sonata began to watch as Max scoffed.

“No, I’m glad she is dead-” He was cut off, as a loud slap sounded through the room. Aria looked up, her face full of rage.

“How dare you talk like that about your mother.” Max glowered at her, but turned his head away as he gritted his teeth, the sting of his face hurting more than her words.

“My mom has suffered enough in this world, she deserves to rest peacefully. That bastard was horrible to her. He abuses her day in and day out, I almost got arrested when I was visiting them last year and saw him attack her. I lost control and tore him off my mom and slammed him into a wall before throwing him onto the floor and repeatedly bashing his head into the floor. She was upset I was attacking him and called the police on me.

“Only reason I wasn’t arrested was cause I proved the fucking asshole had left bruises on her, with a freshly growing black eye. Luckily, he was still in a drunken haze, the bashing I gave him left him a little delirious and ion his mind he kept attacking my mom, and was talking out loud. My mom refused to do anything even with the insistence of the police and I.”

“Holy fuck man.” Sunset said, as she unconsciously took a step closer to Adagio.

As if letting all of his anger go, and talking about everything, Max fell forward onto Aria’s shoulders, his body weary. She helped him ease back onto the couch, eyes closed, as he worked to control his breathing to settle his heart that was pounding like a jackhammer.

“Well, at least you can go to the funeral and say your last goodbyes,” Adagio pointed out.

All the four were surprised to see Max laughing and shaking his head, “The funeral was two weeks ago, just about. Only reason I just found out was a delay in getting the will read, and all the money I had been giving my mom to help her, she had saved up and left it all to that piece of shit. He called me to tell me so he could gloat about it, and then try and rub it in my face. He wouldn’t even tell me where she was buried.” His face darkened before he said one last thing, “He also said, my youngest brother who was born some time ago was left in his charge. They are moving someplace else, and I was told if I tried to go anywhere near him, I would be thrown into a prison due to my violent past.”
> A game to play - Sonata
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dusk looked out to the road before her and leaned to one foot. She held a light frown on her face. Her hair was down, laid about her head and shoulders loosely. It was still similar to her iconic color of light blue, with a few streaks of dark indigo through them. Her eyes still a light magenta color, her clothing, not quite of her choice seemed more like a swim suit. At least, a less revealing one, as the light brown coloring top covered all of her breasts and wrapped around her sides just under her arms. The lower half appeared more like a loin cloth for the second half, though it covered all of her, and still had excess to drop down to a point between her legs. At her waist were several bags tied to a belt.

“Is there something wrong master?” Came the light voice of a small hovering fairy. It was small, child looking with a simple white dress, long black hair, blue eyes, and glittering white wings.

Dusk looked up and tilted her head, “No, just thinking. Tell me, what is the quest again?”

“The magus needs you to travel to the southern continent and seek out the power behind the growing corruption of the land. Would you like to know the progress of your quest?” The fairy inquired.

Dusk nodded, though she realized the fairy would not recognize the gesture, “Yes, I would.”

“Primary objective thirteen percent completed. You have arrived on the Southern continent. This road is said to lead to the heart of the corruption. Would you like to view your map, or check your status?”

“Uh, status, please.”

“Your mana reserves are at optimum levels. You have a few additional ingredients for your spells. Is there anything else?”

“Uh, how do I fight?”

“I’m sorry, but I cannot understand the request. You have yet to complete your tutorial. Would you like to continue?”

Dusk let out a sigh. She did not know too much about games, very few threw you into a game without a tutorial. This one seemed to stretch on. She had to make a note of that, so she raised her arm and tapped the small brass band there.

“Inventory accessed, what would you like to do?” Came the voice of her personal fairy.

She looked at the immediate spaces of the bags where each one held a different item. Her largest main bag held her main spell ingredients, bits and pieces of things her magic could bring to life and fight for her. There were stones, crystals, and some glowing curved looking bark she had bought those from a store, and now her gold count was down to three. She had yet to learn combat so she did not know how these items were supposed to work. She lifted her hand and moved it over an arrow icon. Her bags vanished as it changed to a small book. She tapped it and permitted it to open. Max had said this was the newest thing they were working on, a verbal journal for players to keep track of bits of info. Currently she was using it to notate the problems she was having with the game.

She hoped Max was still at the computer looking over the game connection and feed, while noting her comments as well. He said he would be able to since that part of her head had not been covered by the oversized head gear.

“Accessing Journal. Note Entry. Game has tutorial a bit too long. As the game progresses the tutorial and fairy annoyingly pop up to show how the game is to be played. I am already a fair way into game, and yet to learn how to battle. I have learned movement, speaking and interactions with other characters, or NPC’s, as well as I have learned how to use the barter system. Current money reserves, pathetically low. Fairy also seems to be limited since it is a part of the tutorial, she cannot answer verbal questions outside of the tutorial. End journal entry. Save.”

Dusk commanded as she watched the words appear in an archaic form slowly being scrawled in as she spoke.

With a sigh, Dusk closed out the inventory, journal and all and began moving her avatar down the road. After a few minutes the fairy girl reappeared before her and pointed to a tree. The sound of music started up, depicting a battle.

Before her, from the side of the road she was on, she saw a red line appear and the sounds of a falling tree could be heard over the battle music. As the tree creature moved onto the road and faced her, Dusk could see the name at the bottom of the creature where she assumed the red line represented its health bar. The name was ‘Treant’.

A small scroll appeared, and the fairy appeared near her, the game seeming to pause while the battle portion of the tutorial came through. The scroll, as it turned out, appeared for access for players when battle commenced. It held all of their known spells, or scrolls for temporary spell scrolls.

With a shrug, Dusk tapped one of the stones, and a name above the scroll appeared, “Stone Golem.”

The scroll vanished while her avatar went through the ministrations of casting the spell. Her arms went out in front, a small wand in her right hand glowed a light red, a feminine voice, sounded speaking out a few words that sounded strange.

Before her, there was a rumbling sound as a small stone was removed from her inventory and thrown to the ground. There it seemed to grow as her mana began to feed the spell. A blue bar appeared before her, between her outstretched arms and began to slowly lower as she put her mana into the spell. Once done, there between her and the treant, was a large stone like man with no face. There were a few strange symbols on his body as she studied it.

The Treant seemed to target the golem she summoned as it appeared as a new opponent.

Everything in front of Dusk seemed to jerk slightly as the fairy approached her once again, the cinematics coming to an end and the game pausing once more.

“Since you have chosen an Anthromorph as your race, you are able to use, ‘enchanted claw’ to attack the creature you are currently in combat with. However, this places you in danger. Mages are spellcasters, they use their magic for full effects of protection, combat, and many other uses. Because of this, your health is low, but you have a lot of mana. So, if you were to join combat now, you could potentially lose health. Once your health reaches zero, it’s game over.”

“Thank you annoying sprite who is mostly useless.” Dusk commented.

With a sigh, Dusk commanded the Golem forward, where it clashed with the Treant. She was not sure which would win, since it seemed the Treant had some powerful hits. Though when she looked, she realized the red line for her Golem was far larger than the Treant.

With a satisfied feeling, Dusk remained back and watched the two creatures bludgeoning one another to death. Once done, the Golem had a couple of large cracks in its body, while the Treant looked like a large pile of kindling.

“Took long enough.”

“Here, we can look through the remains of the enemy and gather energy to give your magic a small boost, replenish needed energy lost in combat and also you can scavenge for additional magical items and materials for spells.”

“Ugh, they need to add in a way to skip this if someone doesn’t wanna listen to this thing. So annoying.” Despite this, she waited until the fairy completed the tutorial and allowed Dusk to move forward and search the remains. She was able to pick up some more of the glowing bark like what she had just bought, but of slightly different color. She added the two new pieces to her inventory and tapped the remains when she saw it had some magic left over it.

“Congratulations on your victory. Absorbing this magic allows you to access a new spell. Mage armor. This first level spell will allow you to cover your body in magical tree like armor giving you a small boost to your defense. Careful though, you can still lose health, though the armor takes most of the damage. Yous till lose if your health reaches zero.” The voice of the fairy explained. Then she flitted up to the front of Dusk arms raised into the air. “This is the end of the tutorial. I am now your personal fairy and can assist you with minor information until you reach high enough to cast ‘familiar’. Once done, you will be able to access this information and find a new creature to help boost your spells, give you abilities, or any number of things that are available in the game.”

“Hey, if I got a frog, or something, do you think it could eat you in one bite?” Dusk asked.

“I’m sorry, I do not understand your command. Please speak clearly for the systems to recognize and understand your speech.”

“Ugh, Max!” She called out. After a few seconds the game froze before the connection was turned off. With a sigh of relief, she lifted her hands and removed the head gear and looked at the smiling face of Max.

“Is there like any way to shoot that damn sprite, or at least make her more useful?”

“Well, love, I don’t think so. The best thing to do would be to compile the information we have for the game. I would think it best to suggest they set up a training grounds right there at the school before they send you off on the quest. I would have thought something like that would have already been set into the game. Oh, and thank you for setting up info into your journal, Sonata.” Max said. “They can look that info over as well when they view the game as it was played.”

“How much longer do we have to do this?” Sonata whined a little, tilting her head, pushing out her bottom lip and giving her best sad puppy dog look.

Max grinned and turned away to sit back at the computer and start typing away on a document he apparently had already been working on.

Sonata glared daggers at his back as he ignored her. She set the head gear to the side before removing her gloves that connected to it on top of it. She stood and went into the kitchen.

She moved about collecting a glass and filling it with cool water to drink. She heard Max say something and knew he was connecting to the game he had saved. She rolled her eyes, wondering how he could stand to have gone through that long tutorial process. It annoyed her, and then to find out he had already made a good distance into the game and had saved just before taking on a boss, just to get her on to play.

She wanted to do something, but for the life of her she could not think of anything at all. That is until she was finishing her water and set the glass down. She began to walk into the living room to see the gear on Max, and the smug look he had on as he faced down his unseen foe.

Max had explained he had made a mage and named him Arclight as he was a storm mage. A slightly over powered build he had discovered while going through and comparing notes on the powers of the races and characters.

Seeing how Max was so immersed into the game, there was no doubt, if she did something distracting, it would mess him up in the game. With a malicious grin, Sonata quietly made her way over to his form on the couch.
> A gift
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Once everything was set up, and the small pieces of paper were in hand, he moved over to his desk where sat a small stack of envelopes. He didn’t want to use his handwriting to make it seem personal, so he had used a business style envelope with a well printed address to the place they would be going. Each one was addressed to a different girl.

It had taken a long time to work through his plans, each one falling before an issue of one kind or another as he meticulously worked through them. Each time he would find too many errors, or possibilities that would make his plans fall through. His hands gloved, he worked as diligently as he could placing in a paper and using the sticky already provided to seal the envelopes. Once done, he set them to the side and leaned back and smiled. Soon.







“Thank you for calling, Gleason and Hammond, this is the complaint line. What is your complaint?” The attempted cheerful look on Adagios face slowly fell as she listened to the person on the other end for a span of a few seconds.

“Sir, this is not a sex hotline. Disconnecting.” Pressing a button she ended the line, only for the light on the business phone to light up as another call came in again.

Patiently, Adagio assumed her cheerful persona once more and repeated the pre-scripted greeting each person was to speak at the beginning of each call.

She listened as the person on the other end went off on her, blaming her for all the wrong the company had done to them, how it was her fault and she should be ashamed to even call herself a human. Her fingers flew over the keys for the computer, detailing the complaint while waiting for the person to finish, with an occasional “yes”, “Of course”, and “Oh, I understand”.

When the person finally came to a stop, at least for a breath of air before they continued, Adagio broke in. “Of course I will bring his to the attention of the company, I have been working diligently to enter in your complaint in great detail. We will have this matter looked into.”

The conversation went back and forth before she was able to bring the customer around and resolve the issue herself with a few brief explanations on some things with the company.

After a few seconds of silence from the phone, Adagio closed her eyes and tilted her head left and right to ease the tension that had begun to build.

A loud beep sounded, and an automated voice came over the line forewarning her a different company call was coming through.

With a sigh, She leaned forward and took up the position at the computer once more.

“Plaskens Books, how can I assist you today with your online book order?”

Rolling her eyes as the man on the other end started speaking she knew this was not how she wanted to end her day at work. Literally half of her calls had been these guys calling in playing jokes or thinking she was a real sex line worker.

Glancing at the clock she saw she had lost track of time and it was almost time to go anyways. With a grin, Adagio turned to the computer and leaned forward a bit more to muffle the sound of her voice as she let out a soft sensual moan.

“Oh, I’m just a very naughty working girl at the office. I’m just sitting her in a short black skirt, and red blouse, showing off my breasts.” She paused as she fought to keep from laughing as the man on the other side hesitated.

“Wait, really?” Oh, this was the same prankster that had already called a few times before. She recognized his voice.

“Oh no, one of my buttons popped. It’s so hard to find clothing that can hold my sizeable bust.” She spoke with a bit of a pouty whine.

“Oh, god that’s hot.” The man’s voice squeaked out.

“I just hope my boss doesn’t find out what I’m doing and force me under his desk as punishment. Would you like to tell me what to do, instead of him?” Once more her voice was low and sultry as she spoke.

“Uh...”

“Or, I could just sit here and tell you, what I’d do to a hunk of a sounding man like you.”

“Yes, oh, please, yes.”

“Well, I can easily see your phone number and home address here on my computer, I can easily send this to the police and have them show up on your doorstep.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, see, what you fail to realize is you called a number that records every phone number and any address that is connected to it. See, if you’re stupid enough to call from a land line,” she read out the number to him, “then I could easily call the police and give them this information and have them show up to arrest you for harassment, and so much more.”

“What?! Oh fuck, please don’t do that. I’m so sorry, this was supposed to be just a joke. Oh god, oh fuck. Please, don’t call the police on me.”

Adagio bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud as the guy broke down crying before hanging up suddenly. Quick as a flash, Adagio pressed a button on the phone to keep from getting another call and entered her number before hitting the out button.

Once done, she quickly logged out of the computer after shutting down all the different programs.

Standing, Adagio grabbed her purse and headed for the clear glass doors on the other side of the cubicle farm, as some came to call them. She could hear the various tones of and voices from both the phones, and the other people she shared her detestable fate with. Fortunately the pay was adequate enough to tolerate the callers.

One hand raised and grabbed the cold metal bar at the center of one glass door when she heard her name call out from someone behind her.

Mentally berating herself for momentarily forgetting, the managers could easily pull any recorded call up and listen to it, she turned. With as much of a winning smile as she could muster, her eyes wide and innocent she came to face her manager.

“Adagio, can you come into my office for a minute please?”

‘No, dammit. I already clocked out, this job is just trying to drain my soul now. Fuck off!’

“Sure thing.” She quickly followed her manager, a young man in a well suited but cheap light blue dress shirt and a dark blue tie with black slacks, and black dress shoes.

She racked her brain to remember his name as she followed him through the office, occasional pairs of eyes would look up to try and meet hers. Some mocked her, knowing she was in trouble, others showing pity.

As they approached the office in the back, he turned at the last moment and slipped through a door.

Inside was a small desk and chair, barely looking comfortable as it had some sort wire mesh attached to it. She had heard these were sometimes used for the people who had back issues, but could not perform a standing job.

“So, how was your day?” The man asked as he moved around the computer desk and settled in the chair. He moved his hand to the mouse and began moving it about, clicking here and there.

Thankful a name plate was on his desk, Adagio read it quickly and smiled once more, slightly wider.

“Busy as usual, Neil. How about yourself?”

“Shut the door please?” He asked as he glanced up and motioned with his eyes to the door.

Turning, Adagio slowly worked it closed as her mind raced, wondering if this was it. Was she fired for what she did? Was he some sleazy jack off who wanted something from her after hearing that call?

As she turned, her smile already falling as she worked appear as professional and attentive as possible. She saw him pulling out a pair of earbuds straight from a new package. He took a second to fit it into the computer, placed one into his left ear, and held the other to her. She took it and fitted it into hers.

A click, and the call began, and she immediately heard that same damn voice of the guy she had just told off.

She glanced to see Neil lean back. She took a moment to consider him, as she knew how the call was going to turn out. She knew nothing about Neil, as he had just been promoted and moved from a whole other department in the company barely a month before. 

He had been quiet and during the meeting had said very little. Just a quickly rehearsed spiel of who he was and said he hoped to help anyone who needed it and wanted everyone to do their best.

“Very interesting, so, when did Ameriwide Dialer become a sex line? And, when did we permit threats to go out to those who call?” Neil asked as the call came to an end.

Adagio swore internally as she had been working to remember anything she could about the guy and not come up with a plausible excuse.

As she began to open her mouth, Neil cut her off.

“Well, this means a write up, with this call as an attachment for proof,” he began before moving his hand to a computer key and pressing a button. His eyes went wide, “No! Darn, I seem to have deleted the call, and in this supervisory title it seems the call cannot be recovered.”

Adagio shook her head, as she took another look at him. “Wait, what?”

With a weary sigh, and a sad shake of his head Neil looked up to Adagio.

“Well, Ms. Dazzle, I fear that write up will not be coming for you. Without proof of the call I could have sworn was just here, I am going to have to let you go today with not even a verbal warning.” Neil leaned back and looked up into her eyes.

Adagio could only stare back in confusion.

“Is there anything else?” He asked as if expecting her to do or say something.

“Who the fuck are you?” She spurted out, before realizing what she had said. Rather than covering her mouth in fear and backtracking, she pushed forward. “Seriously, what the hell kind of Manager deletes a call on purpose after threatening a write up, and then act like its no big deal?”

“Oh, no, I assure you, Ms. Dazzle, it was all an accident.” Neil gave a grin and winked. “But, since we are fortunate this room is not monitored, and everyone is busy with enough noise to not hear you raise your voice. I am Neil, your manager. Honestly I get tired of listening to dumbasses like that get away with wasting our time playing games, and yet I and many others get in trouble for it and then the higher ups act like its the fault of the women here. How the fuck are any of you antagonizing these morons to call and fuck around like that? We have a life, they obviously don’t. I would rather be able to do what you did with every one of those pricks. Sadly, we cannot.”

Neil closed his mouth to take a moment to collect himself as he had begun to get himself worked up a little.

Adagio, eyes wide, began laughing. She liked this guy.

“Anyways, just try to be careful, if I deleted calls like this on a regular basis, we would both lose our jobs. And, I am saving up for my man and I to get married. Oh, and this conversation doesn’t leave this office either.”

Adagio shook her head and thanked him. She turned to leave before wishing Neil good luck on his endeavors and promised she would try and keep herself professional in the future.







Adagio held two armloads of bags as she made her way out of the store; One of many of her latest victims in her rounds for the day. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted the next store. It was located on the second floor, tucked away since it was something not normally found in a mall. This was the store she had come for, a glint lit in her eyes as a feral grin spread across her face.

As she started forward, her steps quick and almost giddy, a sound could be heard emitting suddenly from her purse. She faltered for only a second as her mind began to recognize the melody and waited for the words.

“Whooo are you?”

No tone of anyone she already knew, and her arms were getting tired.

Spotting a bench near the malls shut off fountain, she rushed over and set her bags down and opened her purse.

The usual darkness hiding her contents was now brightly lit up from the screen of her cell. She wasted no time in grabbing her cell and answer it as it began to repeat the partial lyrics.

“Hello?” As she answered her mind wondered about the words describing the caller as a business named by the app she had on her cell.

“Yes, hello. I would like to speak to Max.” The woman's voice was clear, curt, and certainly held a business like tone.

“Well, may I ask whose calling?”

“It’s Nina.” Adagio recognized the name as Max’s boss. HE had to be unable to reach his cell if this woman was calling her number to each him.

“I’m so sorry, but he isn’t available at the moment. Can I take a message?”

“When did Max get a secretary?” I thought he was-” The woman went silent in a way that showed she realized her mistake. “My apologies, I didn’t... I’m Nina, Max’s boss. We assigned him to test a game and some gear for us, however there seems to be a problem with the game. We need him in first thing tomorrow. We will also need him to return all the equipment.”

“Very well, Ms. Nina, I will let Max know.”

“Thank you.” Before Adagio could say anything else, Nina disconnected.

Adagio stared at he cell for a moment.

‘If she were here, I think I would slap that rude uppity bitch. Better not find out she is mistreating Max.”

Fuming, Adagio returned he cell to her purse, picked up her bags and continued on, a set of escalators not far away.







Nina Leaned back in her office chair and closed her eyes. She spread her legs a little wider for the younger man under the desk.

The opening of her legs permitted him back to her wet slit. She didn’t want a distraction, and he wanted only to please his master.

The feeling of his ministrations was only enough to keep her wet. He was no longer satisfying. There was, the new man she had her sights on, Max. Nina bit her lip as her mind brought up his image of the last time she saw him.

At first, Max seemed unassuming, normal, even. That is until she saw his skills at coding and other aspects of making video games. The way he threw himself into his wok, the way his mind simplified things. What took her team yeas to finish he could do in months. She had at first gauged him uninteresting and too submissive, that was, until he was in his element.

There was something in him she rarely saw in men. When he was in his element, even as an adviser it was as though he were the only one in charge no matter who wrote his check, and he was never wrong in his workings, so far.

Thinking of him allowed her to relax enough to reach her limit. She had long since forgotten about her current slave and she imagined Max on his knees under her desk. He was something she wanted to break and make her own, as she did with every other pathetic man who thought himself better than her.

Shuddering, she waited for her slave to pull away, before she took a heeled leather boot and placed it against his ball sack, making him squirm.

“Have I not taught you to not leave a mess?” As he went to raise a hand to his face, she pressed her heel harder making him squeak out in protest of the pain. “Silence!” She commanded.

He waited for her next command, hoping nothing on his face fell onto her carpet, there would be hell to pay if he made a mess now.

“Finish your task, and get out of my sight, you lowly cur.” She lifted her heel and allowed him to finish before he scrambled to get away. She had not spoken the threat, but in the way she spoke, it was there.

She needed to take time to think of her next steps, first and foremost, this one needed to be put down, or sent away like the previous ones.

She knew what to do for that. All that was left was stacking the deck in her favor and making sure her leash was ready to be tightened around the neck of her new toy.

A smiled of satisfaction as she watched everything unfold in her mind, as she assumed all would go well enough.
> Slave
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The room was dark as Arclight entered, the door slamming shut behind him. All around the darkness was broken as torches flared to life.

As far as he could see, there was nothing in the room, as far as the torches could light up. The sound of rattling chains could be heard at the other end of the room. There, a large black set of doors opened to reveal a giant hulking form.

Eyes small and red, surrounded by brown fur, ears rounded and low to the head. It’s features were long and slightly distorted. A snout ended with whiskers, and a pink nose. Its body large, and muscular, claws sparkling with a strange blue energy.

The creature was a large rat, obviously meant as the first, and weakest boss. Arclight looked it over, and deduced the story had it set that this rat, or perhaps even wererat, had been distorted by the evil magic that was permeating the land his quest had lead him to.

“Vrock kill kill.” The creature snarled.

Arclight tilted his head slightly, before miming a facepalm. “Dear god, someone is going to sue us for ripping off T.H.U.”

The air in the room was filled with the sound of battle music, the creature, Vrock, stepped forward and threw its hands out. A flare of blue fire engulfed a small area as a rat creature with a sword and some tattered clothing appeared.

Arclight groaned, before shaking his head and working out his first spell.

Time passed as the two combatants clashed at each other, Arclight throwing out bolts of lightning in attack, wind spells to knock back the enemies, and occasional summons. Vrock would continually summon other rats of various kinds to attack it’s opponent before trying to move in to attack directly.

He never noticed, until he felt a tug at his waist that something was amiss. Missing the time to cast his next spell, Arclight looked down to his waste.

There was nothing he could immediately see that was off. He shook his head, taking the damage from two rats while he was distracted.

He began to cast an area effect spell, to throw off his opponents when he felt another, bigger tug at his waste. He could feel his pants being forced down his legs, and the sudden cold of air hitting his now bare skin.

“What the hell?” He asked aloud as he once again looked down. He could see nothing wrong, and it took a full ten seconds before it dawned on him he was still wearing the gaming gear and someone was messing with him.

He took several more hits, his summons no longer being held together, falling apart in the boss room. He didn’t care, Arclight was going to stop this game.

“Sonata, what are you doing? Game pause.” Looking up, he could see the room’s boss swinging a sword down at him suddenly stop.

Raising his hands, he attempted to remove the helmet, only to find his hands smacked away.

“Hey, what the hell? Wha-” Max’s breathe caught in his throat as he could feel feminine hands slowly moving down his body, caressing him.

After the hands reached his legs, he could feel a slight pressure as, he assumed Sonata, leaned forward and began kissing him along his stomach, having raised his shirt slightly.

No longer did he want to question, he just sat back and relaxed to enjoy what was coming his way. She stopped just at the top of his waist, and moved back up along his body, pressing hers against his.

It was definitely Sonata, playing with him, he could tell from how light her form was, and the scent of her body wash.

“Hey, Shouldn’t you be playing, game master?” She whispered into the side of the headgear where his ear was.

“Well, if someone wants to distract me, I would rather play their game, than this one.”

“No, I want you to play your game, while I play with mine. You see, I have a very sensitive joystick,” Sonata explained as she slipped a hand into his briefs grabbing him, her smile unseen by Max as he took a sharp breath. “And I want the special prize and high score.”

‘Damn, Sonata talking sexy game speak is a hell of a turn on.’

“Mmm, that’s my man.” Sonata whispered, feeling Max’s reaction, “Now, get back to your game.”

Max licked his lips as he tried to work his brain.

Taking a breathe, he opened his mouth, “Game resume.”

Arclight was trembling, as he gazed up to the creature, it’s sword continuing its course down at his body.

He barely took damage as he had previously cast a spell bubble to absorb as much physical damage as possible.

He moved his character and began his next spell. He could still feel the lingering tingles of anothers flesh against his, tearing at his mind as he tried to focus.

He removed a few pebbles and began a higher leveled summons to help give him some room to focus and move.

As he began the spell, the stones rose into the air above his hands, glowing a light blue. He began to recite the words as though from memory, yet at the same time as if it were the voice of another person altogether.

While the he worked the spell, he began to set up for the next, a minor healing spell he had picked up from his last battle, it would help him recover most of his depleted health. His mind set, he waited patiently.

That is, until he felt something that sent his mind reeling. A pair of soft plump lips sliding down over the head of his cock.

Max nearly let loose a squeak. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling, shivering slightly.

He tried to refocus on the game, opening his eyes, seeing that the spell had already completed and his golems were protecting him already. He attempted to give his next command, but instead his mouth opened and nothing came out.

This game Sonata was playing at was driving him up the wall. He couldn’t think or do much of anything as his body responded to the feeling of her lips working their way slowly down his shaft. The way she moved, allowing him to harden in her mouth as she continued, without going too fast and choking ensuring he was enjoying every bit of her endeavors.

It was not much more before she began to pull away, working her way back up slowly. She stopped at his head and bobbed up and down a few times. As he swelled in her mouth, she pulled him out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting her to him. She glanced up to see him having trouble with the game and smiled.

She looked back at the prize in her hand and moved back in, allowing her tongue to work around his head. She played the tip of her tongue under his head before resting the flat of her tongue up under his cock. As she continued, she began to take longer licks, moving further down to the base of his waist and sliding her tongue up.

She could feel herself becoming turned on as she continued, her mind giving in to the want of her carnal desires.

Sonata began to slowly stroke Max as she pondered her next move. Smiling to herself, Sonata stood up and began to remove her clothes, and setting them to the side. She looked down at Max, his erection slick and wet from her working. She leaned down, hands settling at the side of Max’s head, readying to remove the headgear.

Looking over his body, her mind going back to their time together. Sonata fought the feelings in her, as her heart wanted to ache, yet rejoice at everything they had been through together.

Sonata lifted Max’s chin up to her, as she leaned down and kissed him, softly, passionately.

Sonata smiled as she pulled away from the kiss. She looked to see a similar smile gracing his features. Sonata went ahead and removed the headgear carefully, before helping with the gloves next.

The equipment now set to the side, forgotten. Max took Sonata’s hand, and drew her down onto his lap. It did not take much convincing for the two lovers to remove their shirts.

Sonata used her legs to give her leverage as she took Max in her hand once again and guided him to her lips which had been growing increasingly wet.

Both shared in the warmth and pleasure as they began to make their bodies one. They held each other close, their lips seeking each other. As their minds cleared from the initial pleasure, Sonata wasted no time in moving her body.

Max worked his body back against the couch, allowing the two a better position, as he now began to thrust his hips in time with hers. The sensation of her insides gripping squeezing him for all he was worth, eliciting an almost primal instinct from him and his body as his cock flared inside her. The moan she let out pleased him as they continued.

Minutes passed as the two worked out their carnal desires, their bodies working together, finding ways to maximize their pleasure.

Whispers of love were passed to one another in throws of passion.

Max moaned, before speaking to Sonata, and she worked in time with him, moving her body faster over his. 

She wanted him, all of him, she couldn’t think, there was no need for thought, only movement of their bodies together.

Their climax was fast in coming, but for them it felt it was their whole existence.

“MAX!” Sonata screamed, barely catching her name moaned out as thye reached their climax simultaneously.

With shortened breath, Sonata carefully settled herself down against Max, who wrapped one arm around her and used the other to push the gear to the floor. The clatter went unnoticed as the two now lay across the couch, Max, still settled inside of Sonata as she lay on top of him.

Sonata turned her head, looking up at Max, who smiled down at her. A hand carefully caressed her skin as he ran his fingers down her back.

Despite the shiver at feeling his touch, Sonata settled down comfortably on him, her hand on his chest as she closed her eyes.

“Oh, don’t fall asleep on me, now, my love,” Max warned.

“But you’re so comfy,” Sonata playfully whined.

“Mhm, sure,” Max said unbelievably as he moved his body, allowing her to fall next to him on the couch. He held her close though, not wanting to let go.

Sonata snuggled up as close as her body could get to his as she once more closed her eyes.

For some time, Max laid there, watching her in his arms. He began to think about what was to come and sighed, he had to do better, for her, for them.

Another minute passed before his eyes began to close, sleep overtaking him.

The last of his thoughts, were of Sonata, Aria, and Adagio, the three of them looking to him.







Adagio laid the last bag in her room, between her bed and the closet. She raised up with a light huff before stretching out her back. To say she was a little upset was an understatement, though what she saw when Aria happened along and let her into the apartment. Well, she couldn’t bring herself to interrupt anything what had apparently been a very good afternoon.

Turning, Adagio made her way back into the living room where Aria was lazily sitting back on the arm of the couch at the feet of the two asleep.

“Well, let’s wake them up, then.” Adagio said shaking her head as she looked over to Max, an arm protectively wrapped around Sonata.






Everything felt at peace, yet, at the same time it didn’t feel right either.

Max looked up from the seat he found himself in, a deep frown etched on his face.

The grass was green, the lawn chairs and matching table were white, the back patio he was on a nice deep brown, a tree with a tire swing, a disused sandbox to the other side where the roots of the tree had broken one of the boards, sand having settled around the root.

“Is there something wrong, darling?” Came a soft voice at his ear, a she felt a pair of hands touch his shoulders before he could see in the corner of his eyes a pair of slender arms rove over and down his chest. The soft lips that came with them, touching lightly, playfully on his neck, leaving a small chill down his spine. Even the scent he recognized tantalized his nose as it tickled his senses.

Her turned to see a young woman he recognized, beautiful, blue hair, her eyes held a kind of playful light, and intelligence, but beyond them, he could see the years of knowledge and wisdom no other human could understand.

She tilted her head, her bright smile falling slightly as she waited for a response.

Shaking his head, Max worked to bring himself out of his thoughts, “Uh, just...” he stopped unsure of what to say next. Once again he shook his head, turning away from her and looking down, “Its nothing.”

He could hear a thoughtful sound, as though the young woman didn’t believe him, but accepted what he said anyways.

After a second of silence, Max was surprised by the sound of laughter. It wasn’t the laughter he was expecting, not from the woman next to him, no this was something hauntingly familiar, yet also alien to him.

Turning, Max watched, his eyes widening ever so slightly in disbelief as two children laughing, ran past towards the tree and the swing tied there.

He watched as the boy and girl raced to see who would reach it first, the girl, having slightly longer limbs than the boy grabbed the rope, jumped onto the wooden plank and allowed her momentum to take her high. He squeals of joy echoing loudly, yet also sounding distant.

“Joy, be sure to let your brother have a turn.” She woman called out from next to Max. He glanced up to see her smile down at him and give him a wink.

He could do nothing more than to offer a hard pressed smile of his own, though she didn’t seem to catch the lack of enthusiasm.

Max turned once again to the two children as the girl said something, but Max couldn’t quite hear it.

His frown returned, deeper than it was before. But that was not all, he was now beginning to have a slight pain in his head. There was something off about everything and he was now starting to realize it. The light, despite it seeming to be cloudy, as far as he could tell, was very bright. Worst of all it was making the table and chairs seem brighter than they needed to be as well.

As he looked down, the ground itself seemed to be off as well. The grass felt too dark, almost as if it was blended somewhat with the brown of the wood beneath his feet.

As he tried to think on this, the pain in his head began to increase; raising a hand he held his head in it. It was then he began to feel something else, not pain, but it was as constant and persistent as the pain in his head.

It felt like something pressing against his side, and he could faintly hear his name being called.







With a groan Max stirred on the couch, his eyes fluttering open until the light got a good hit on them.

“Oh crap, what the hell? What is with the fucking light being so bright out here?”

Adagio and Aria looked at each other, their faces scrunched up in confusion.

“Hun, we are not outside.” Adagio explained.

Raising a hand, Max covered his eyes for the most part to shield them from the light coming in from the window a she tried to look around.

“Well, then where is Joy?”

Aria turned a fierce haze at Max before she spoke in the most frighteningly calm voice, “And who exactly is Joy?”

Max had raised his head ever so slightly, as he turned it from one direction to the other, “Uh, my daughter, I guess? She was just on the swing with her brother.”

Adagio placed a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud, though when she spoke it could still be heard in her voice. “Hun, you really gotta wake up, that was just a dream.”

“Oh, thank god. I’d be a horrible father.”

At this, the two women couldn’t help but to bust out laughing.

“Mmm, I’ll call you daddy,” Sonata spoke out tiredly as she absently padded his stomach.

Adagio doubled over in laughter, as Aria fell off the arm of the couch.

“Now it’s just weird.” Max commented as he dropped his head back down with a groan.

It took a few minutes before everyone was able to collect themselves.

“Oh, Max, I must say, if I am your personal secretary I want a raise, and some vacation days.” Adagio said, with a hand on her hip, and a grin on her face.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Well, I got this call-”

“No, I mean, you’re not with a union, and we live together, if I pay you for rent, that I think we could technically say is your pay. Also, I can’t condone vacation days right now, corporate has some issues with that sensitive subject. You’ll have to speak with HR.”

“Ow, my head. Max, I want to slap you.”

“I think I;d rather you just sleep with me, but HR and corporate will have an issue with that as well. I don’t think you want others to think of you as the office slut.”

“Really?!”

“Well, I’ve told you how bad working in a cube farm is. You got to take a little abuse with my horrible jabs and jokes.”

“I think I’m going to shoot this asshole.”

“Going postal now?”

“Shut the hell up!”

With a shit eating grin, Max nodded, and held up a hand. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, but my head is a little fucked up at the moment after that weird ass dream.”

Adagio pinched the bridge of her nose for a few seconds as she let out a frustrated sigh.

“Since you’re done... You are done right?” Adagio glanced at Max, moving her hand from her face. When he said nothing, she continued, “Your boss called and wants you to bring the game and all of the equipment back first thing tomorrow. At least, I think she said first thing tomorrow. She was a bit brash.”

Max cringed a bit, “I’m sorry Adagio, if I knew it was my boss that called you, I wouldn’t have fucked with you so much. Uh, yeah. Not really sure what to say on that, except I am really, really sorry. But, thank you for giving me the message, despite, uh-”

“Despite being a colossal prick?”

“Yeah.”

To serve out punishment, or as an apology, Max worked to clean up the house and prep everything he had for the next morning.

Aria was working on dinner for them when they set up the table in the middle of the living room. They had, after some time of Max being with them, gotten a larger folding table and some nice table cloth to fit over it.

Max, by now, was diligently typing away as fast as he could at his laptop on the couch, only slowing when he had to look over his notes and copy anything into his presentation.

The scent of spice, along with the sound of meat cooking on the skillet wafted in from the kitchen.

It brought a smile to his lips until both he and Adagio froze, before turning to look at the bedroom.

Adagio tilted her head, a slight frown coming to her face, before raising a hand and began to count down from five. As she reached three, there was a thundering nose of something heavily hitting the floor in the bedroom before scrambling for the door. As Adagio reached her index finger, the door was thrown open violently and a blue blur shot out from the room, towards the kitchen.

Adagio shook her head before leaning down, running a hand over the table cloth to ensure it was smoothed out. The two could hear Sonata’s voice rambling on so fast they could no longer hear her words.

“Damn it Sonata, put me down or the meat is going to burn!” Aria screamed from the kitchen.

“ILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOU!” Came the response.

“Fine, I feel the bone crushing love, now put me down and get to chopping the veggies.”

Despite the previous fury at which Aria had responded to Sonata’s reaction, this comment seemed more of an acceptance, almost returning the affection. At least, in Max’s perception.


Dinner was enjoyable as the four talked, laughed, and tossed out ideas about what to do for the Christmas Holiday right around the corner.

“Naw, I’ve already got my shopping done.” Adagio mentioned, before biting into another taco, the loud crunch of the shell seeming to place a finality to her comment.

Max looked up form his plate, an eyebrow raised.

“Really? I wouldn’t have expected that.”

“Well, if someone hadn’t fucked each other into slumber, you would have been able to help me bring in everything.”

“Aww, don’t be like that Dagi, we were just having some fun, all alone.” Sonata responded, a hand gliding under the table and squeezing when she found her destination.

Max jumped ever so slightly, his knee smacking the table.

All, except Sonata, reached out quickly to steady the table and keep the food from spilling out.

With an exasperated sigh, Max reached over a hand to her, and wiped away some bright liquid from the corner of her mouth.

“Maybe next time to try to be sexy like that, you don’t have hot sauce dripping from your mouth.”

“Well, maybe someone should be more concerned with changing diapers.” Dagi jabbed.

Max rolled his eyes, “I’m not living that down, am I?”

Adagio glanced at Aria who smugly grinned, and the two agreed, “Nope.”

Max slumped back in his chair, his eyes briefly glancing over at Sonata who seemed too busy eating another taco.

Despite being focused on it, Max could see something in her eyes, but he wasn’t sure. Concern perhaps? With a shake of his head, Max went back to fixing his next soft shell, which bulged as he folded one end and lifted the side.

The rest of their night went without incident, Max even offering to wash dishes.

By the next morning, Max was waking up to his alarm. The bed was warm and spacious with just him and Sonata together, their arms wrapped comfortably around each other. During the night, she had snuggled her head up to his chest and remained there.

Watching her, Max could not help but to smile, a hand lovingly caressing her arm, before he leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the top of her head.

With careful movements, Max worked to untangle himself from her grip, only to stop as he turned, hearing a soft mournful whimper. He glanced back to see Sonata sleepily reaching with a hand at the empty space he was making, searching for him.

With a pang of regret, he turned his pillow around allowing her to find it and draw it close to her. He watched as she nuzzled it, a strange light purring sound coming from her.

He eased himself from the bed, trying his best not to disturb her again. He busied himself with getting ready, a quick hot shower, reminding him of his bed. Followed by dressing, ensuring he had a decent suit, despite this being a holiday, and the urgency with which he felt for returning everything along with his notes, he prayed silently for this to be nothing more than a quick deposit and a speech of everything he had found.

‘Maybe,’ he thought to himself as he grabbed his keys, cell, and wallet, ‘Nina is too busy with some last minute things for the office and is in a hurry herself. She may be willing to allow me to just dump the stuff off with all my paperwork and just let me go at that. No more than a few minutes.’

He glanced back at the form in the bed, the light of the early morning making shadows across the bed as she slept. With a sigh he turned and silently closed the door.

“Yep, busy working man, off early. Hope to see you back soon.”

The voice that suddenly spoke up made Max’s heart jump into his throat as his body jerked slightly from the surprise.

“Damn it, Adagio.” Max let out quietly.

Adagio was there on the couch, reading a book, with a cup of coffee in her free hand.

She tried her best to hide the smile at his reaction as she looked up, but failed as a hungry passed over her features briefly.

Max shook his head, “Well, I’m hoping this is nothing more than just asking fore the equipment back and allowing me a quick discussion. Or, if Nina is in a hurry since she is finishing up last minute things in the office, she will be fine with me just leaving everything there to be looked over after the holiday.”

“In a hurry to get back? Can’t say I blame you.” Adagio said as she watched him moving to gather up his stuff. He held a small briefcase of his papers, and his laptop, then worked to fit the equipment under his other arm.

She watched him turn about to make sure he wasn’t snagged on anything and the cords were tucked up.

She remembered his loathing of carrying a briefcase, but only kept his grumblings to a minimum since he had conceded it was easier than carrying all of his papers and constantly having to pick them up as they fell out of his grip.

She smiled, and wished him a good day a she headed out the door.


The drive to the office where the company was set up was a fair and long one, as he had to drive past the college, and then make his way to the highway to make his trip faster as he headed downtown.

Fourty minutes, and plenty of glances into his rear view mirror for potential police, he made it to the parking lot. He saw the parking lot nearest his building practically empty, except for a few vehicles here and there, no doubt for the cleaning crew. The area of office buildings was set off to the side from the rest of downtown to hold a look of class with all of the businesses set up in these shorter high rises, made of steel and glass.

Minutes of walking, and riding the elevator, Max found himself stepping out onto the soft carpeting of the twenty first floor out of twenty four floors of the whole building. 

The company he worked for, actually owned the entire building for their share, but only took up the top six floors, as well as a sub basement, the rest of the offices were rented out to smaller companies, one of which being a temp office, others ranging from a construction offices headquarters, to a law firm; And a couple in between.

Max walked swiftly through the glass doors to the offices and then headed towards the back where he knew Nina’s office would be.

He could see no one else, from his quick glance around, before coming to a stop before the solid wood door with the dark carving of her name, with the words ‘President, and CEO’ which underneath was also etched the name of her company she had seemingly raised from the depths of nothingness.

With a steadying breath, Max reached up and knocked loudly on the door.

At first he waited, making small noises with his mouth as a nervous habit, bouncing on his heels as he waited. After what he felt was more than long enough, he rapped on the door, even louder, expecting someone to hear him now.

‘I don’t think I knocked that quietly, and this door is thick, but not made of metal.’

“Max?”

He turned at the sound of Nina behind him, she graced him with a patient smile.

“I’m sorry, you weren’t down here for long were you? I would have told you the time, and exactly what floor to meet me on, but I wasn’t able to reach you. For that I apologize.” She explained, as she looked at him.

Nina held his gaze, with her dark brown eyes, framed by a pair of thin glasses. She had her hair up in a bun, a light amount of makeup, which was normal for her, though it was odd to see her with such bright red lipstick. She wore her usual attire of blouse and skirt that reached to her knees. Her heels were also a bit of a surprise to him, as he had never seen her with heels before.

“Uh, no. It was only a minute or two. I thought I was meeting you in your office, and not in the meeting room.” he explained quickly.

Nina looked him over briefly, her mouth quirking up to the side in thought.

“No, not today. There is still much to do, but I have surpassed my goals, and have more than caught up in the last few days.”

“You’ve been working non stop since everyone else left?” Max asked, credulously.

“You designed your own game, and I recall there being mentioned you had many sleepless nights as you painstakingly worked on everything on your own to keep it going, is that correct?”

Max shrugged, but acknowledged her point.

With a nod, Nina turned crisply, almost with a military about face, before walking forward. He had missed the cup of steaming coffee in her hands as Max, moved to follow her.

“We are not going to the meeting room. We are going to the top floor, to my actual office.” Nina explained briefly as she halted in the elevator and pressed a button.

“Uh, your actual office?”

Nodding she glanced over at Max, “Yes, as you are aware, I usually work at this office with the door open so I can easily get to anyone who needs my input on anything they are doing, and is far easier than having to go all the way up to my actual office, or using those office messengers.”

Max made an “O” shape with his mouth as he remembered this being explained once before. He had forgotten the reason why, was she enjoyed being so high up and looking out her window at the clouds, and the city, with the sparse trees of the parks between them. She had said that was where she felt free to contemplate as much as she could, trying her best to come up with new ideas for new games.

Of course, she did have her own group of minds always working things out, but it seemed they always paled in comparison to the ideas she had launched with her own ideas.

Max knew it wasn’t they approved whatever she brought to their attention just because she was the boss, she really often had many good ideas for games which was beginning to turn the curve of the gaming industry once again.

Nina herself was held in high regards by the media, and fans, and begrudgingly by their competitors, many of whom had chomped at the bit and regretted not hiring her way back when she had pitched a few of her earliest game ideas.

In a personal interview when she had actually been brought to light by one of the games she had launched when she found the backing for her company, she had easily shrugged off any attempt to get her riled up, or to confess any ill will towards the companies she had applied for.

“’When you’re fighting against hundreds, if not thousands of others, its hard for a company in the gaming industry, and probably any other company when they have everyone coming to say the same thing, they have the next big hit for a game, theirs can change the way people play, on and on. Honestly, you can’t expect anyone to be a mind reader and gaze into the future and easily divine who really is the best in the field of up and coming talent. It is as it is meant to be. We strive forward with what we can create, giving jobs to talented artists, computer technicians, writers, animators, and more. With so many working together, the world of gaming is a whole universe unto itself that anyone and everyone can experience with their own enjoyment.

‘A foundation such as this, also allows us to be more than capable and flexible with our content, giving a wider range of possibilities.’”

Many had tried after that interview to try and bring Nina down, saying she was full of herself, and only had what she had because she had stolen it all from others.

Surprisingly, she weathered through this, as a warrior facing an oncoming storm, the games her company put out, more than a capable weapon against them as she cut through everyone else to stand on her own where she was today.

At times, Max felt that she was strength that he lacked, he felt that what he ahd done was just buckled under the law of others, knowing he had crossed boundaries, despite all of his best intentions to cover his ass.

The ding of the elevator, bringing them to their destination, as the feeling of everything around and within him settled, brought him out of his thoughts.

“You seem distracted, Max.” Nina observed.

“Oh, my apologies, just thinking about some things is all.”

“Was it because of what I brought up?”

He looked forward as the doors opened and he stepped out first and turned to offer her a hand.

“It doesn’t matter.” He stated as he looked to the floor.

“You know, I notice you are a very odd man.” Nina commented as she stepped out of the elevator, ignoring his outstretched hand.

Max felt this was not a compliment, and wondered what she was getting at.

“There are times where your personality seem to collide with itself. You are intelligent, honest, and at times blunt and straight forward. Often, you end up immediately backtracking, apologizing, and acting like a dog with its tail between its legs. Other times, you are more than just intelligent, like you’ve seen things no one could ever possibly imagine, I can almost at those times see your shoulders sagging as if with a great weight upon them. Other times you are quick witted, and silver tongued, though you don’t seem to have that unless you are around people who are a bit less than mature, but are accepting of things many seem to still have problems with.”

Max recoiled physically, ever so slightly, as if each assessment was a wound to his person, which in fact it felt that way. He could feel a low smoldering anger building within him, his eyes narrowed slightly, his brow furrowed an d his jaw locked, his teeth pressed firmly together till there was an ache he ignored all the way to the bone.

“But, what has caught my attention the most, is when you are working diligently on the projects here with everyone. You stand with your back straight, a look of command on your face. I thought at first, you were angry. Angry that you were not working on what you wanted. Others, I will admit actually admitted when you have that look they are afraid of you, like a father they have disappointed and cannot impress. I admit, when I saw that look the first few times, I wanted to slap you, and demand you leave here immediately. But I tried my best to give you the benefit of the doubt.

“And you did not disappoint in this one bit. As I continued to watch you as you worked, I began to realize you saw everything and everyone around you differently than the rest of us do. I am willing to bet you even see the whole world differently than we do. Once I was able to piece this together, it felt as though you seemed to change, a new persona I was not aware of seemed to stand before me. I saw you, for what I was sure was the real you; the you, that you hide from everyone. A man who is strong, and can stand for what he believes in, and will not falter no matter what. A man who is not easily broken.”

Max was taken aback by this, he looked at Nina as she stood by her door to her office, working slowly to unlock the door, and opened it. 

The room was fairly large, with a solid oak desk in the middle of it, several book cases lined the back wall all the way to his right side. A couple of plants could be spotted, one small ivy that hung over the edge of the potter, as well as the desk itself, and a small tree in the corner just fitted into a small space between the last bookshelf and the wall that lead to the door.

Upon the desk was a computer screen and keyboard with a matching wireless mouse, that held a blinking red light atop of it.

Max was not sure what to do at the moment, his mind was working overtime trying to figure out why of all things his boss had unloaded this perception onto him. He wanted to feel flattered, but at the same time, it felt wrong with the way she was talking. He refused to look at her for as long as he could, knowing she was still standing there, hand on the door waiting for him to enter.

He did so, reluctantly, suddenly feeling like he had just been verbally punished for being no more than just himself. There was a reason he had so many facets to his personality, it was because he knew what she said was true. Seeing the real him somehow pissed people off, many had previously claimed he was full of himself, and thought himself better than others with how he always looked down on them.

This was not how he meant for others to see him. He had just worked hard to be as open and honest as he could, and many had immediately hated him for it, so he did his best to change for others. He had hated it until he came into his own with his skills in developing games, then it just didn’t matter anymore.

“So, where would you like me to place this? I was hoping, considering the holidays we could perhaps put off the discussion of the game and the equipment until after.” Max quietly spoke, trying to fight against the storm of anger in him.

“Max,” Nina began, closing the door as she approached the desk, “I know it seems as though I have insulted you, and I suppose on many levels I did. But it was not intentional. I was just wanting to let you see how things have been. You are apart of this office, this team, and everything we do here. You are more than intelligent and skilled to be here and I want you to know how I appreciate everything that you have done.”

“I don;t think any of that matters. I know how I seem to many people. It can;t be helped, what I have done to try and get others to feel more comfortable around me, is me working hard to let them no I am no different than they. I don;t like people to believe I consider myself anyone’s better. Now, I know this is rude, but I am just going to leave this here with you and be done. I will see you in the new year, Miss Newmont.”

Max set the equipment down, allowing it to drop a few inches, not caring if it was damaged, before he dropped the whole briefcase onto the desk and turned to leave.

“Once again, you surprise me, with the facet of yet another personality you can bring out. It’s strange how easily you can shift from one to another so easily. I swear if we were in some other world or universe, you would be a creature that could easily slip into any form you desire just so you could find a place to belong.”

Max halted, thinking back to some of the stories the Dazzlings had told him of some of the creatures from their world. One of the most dangerous creatures they had ever come across before they were expelled to this world were a bug type of creature they called changelings, which could change not just their very appearance, but everything about them, including their own internal organs. Which enabled them to appear as any race they desired, male or female.

This peaked his interest, but only momentarily as he stopped at the door.

“I was hoping we could spend a little bit of time to at least talk, Max.” Nina let out a small sigh, as he could hear her rummaging around in her desk.

“Well, this is the time for sharing, but I’m sorry I don’t have anything more than my reports for you.” Max too a second to close his eyes and take a breath to calm himself, “If you don’t mind I think I will be leaving-”

Before he could finish, something came around his face, covering his mouth. So surprised he took a quick short breath, and suddenly became very woozy. There was a strange smell, and he began to panic as he tried to turn his head away. It seemed to try and follow.

As he turned he stumbled away, out of Nina’s grip.

“A fighter, and again I am surprised, but also, I feel very excited to have you. It will be a pleasure to break you, Max.” Nina seemed to gloat as she came towards him once more.

Max was doubled over, the room shifting and tilting first to the left, then to the right, his head felt slow and sluggish, but he sensed more than saw movement coming up next to him. He moved a hand out to try and push her away from him so he could fight through whatever happened and get the hell out of the office.

Nina easily moved out of reach of his outstretched hand and looked down to him as he took a knee. The look on her face was frightening in of itself, a sadistic gleam on her eyes, and a primal, predatory smile on her red lips.

She dabbed the cloth again, and moved forward, lowering herself enough to catch Max, as she went to subdue him.

Max looked up, his sight straightening out ever so slightly, as his head pounded with the anger in him. He was feeding it now, knowing he needed to. He didn’t want to hurt Nina, since she was a woman, but if push came to shove, and his survival depended on that, the voice in his head which cautioned him would turn and allow him to do what was needed.

He carefully, but firmly grabbed her arm, to keep her from pressing the cloth to his face again.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“You are very much like a wild stallion that wants to buck, and I am here to tame you, Max. I hate and despise men like you, who think women like me are weak and stupid. I want to prove who the stronger force on two legs is. For that, I need to break you.”

That was it, the one thing his mind waited for, and yet feared at the same time. His natural instincts were permitted to take full control in that instant.

Max grabbed Nina around he throat with one hand and began to squeeze, the look in his eyes were frightening, the savagery there. She could feel her arm that was in his other hand being slowly squeezed and pulled away, twisting slightly until she let out a light scream and dropped the wrag.

She worked to breathe as he stood with her in his grip, a look of pure hatred, she could feel a wave of heat coming from him as he looked at her, unmoving. She knew how to keep from passing out immediately, though she was losing time quickly, since he was stronger and more resistant than she would ever have thought, she had to use her backup plan.

Max saw the movement, but releasing her arm to stop her other hand was his only chance, his mind was not working fast enough, it only knew of a threat and was acting towards it, so Nina was free to use her now bruised arm to swing and beat a fist over his head. The hand around her throat seemed to tighten further, beginning to crush her windpipe, as she stuck him in the neck with the needle she had in a back pocket.

Max grunted and grabbed the hand with the needle, too late as she injected the tranquilizer into him.

He began to pull her hand away, it took all her strength to keep the needle from being broken in him, and as soon as her hand was pulled away she began to feel excruciating pain as he tried to crush and twist her hand.

She was a little concerned that the drug would not take when she felt his grip loosening on her throat and hand. His eyes went unfocused before his arms dropped and his body slumped to the side. Whatever was going on, the tranquilizer seemed to have worked through him far faster than normal.

Nina moved back and leaned against her desk, closing her eyes as she worked to calm herself and get her breath back. 

Once a few minutes passed and she was sure she could, Nina worked her way to a pair of shaky legs, and moved around her desk to the drawer that was still open. She pushed aside a glass bottle of liquid and grabbed a mirror that was shoved to the back.

Holding it up, she looked to the dark red marks slowing fading to blue and purple on her throat. With a raised eyebrow, she admired herself with a smile, “Not one of the best marks I’ve ever had, but it will be a while before this one goes away. You will pay for this, my new little slave, I will make sure of that.”

With that she turned, dropping the mirror on her desk and grabbed a book and pulled it from the bookcase. It didn’t come completely out before there was a click and the next bookcase opened as a door. Within it she grabbed a small cloth and wrapped it lovingly around her neck, before tying it and returning to the mirror to ensure it covered his marks on her completely.

Once this was done, she looked down at her hand, and flexed it lightly, wincing ever so slightly as she looked at her knuckles which were somewhat red, but unlike the marks on her throat, these were fading. She then turned her attention to her arm where he had kept her from using the cloth o him. She had only wanted him out long enough to tie him up and change. But now he would be out a good hour or more longer than she wanted.

She grabbed a small bottle of pills from out of the drawer and downed a coupe for the pain. She then dropped into her chair and leaned back.

“You are going to be hard to break, but like every man before you, you will break.”







Sonata came out of her room with a large yawn, and looked around, her hair somewhat plastered around her face, while the rest of it lay haphazardly behind her.

“Where’s Max?”

“He left a few hours ago to drop the stuff off at his job. He was hoping he would be right back.” Adagio explained, still not looking up from her book, an empty coffee cup at the side of the couch.

Sonata walked over and climbed onto the couch and snuggled up against Adagio, closing her eyes. The elder siren moved an arm about the younger and comforted her as she drifted off back to sleep.






Nina admired herself in the full length mirror. She had her hair, still up in its bun, around her throat was a single leather collar that could be tightened with a single tug, her chest was barely covered with a tightened leather vest, that held a deep V shape down the center, barely holding her breasts, with strings reaching down across her tight abdomen to a simple g-string.

As per her usual form when first breaking in a man, she preferred to go without her high heeled boots that would normally hug her legs and thighs.

She felt it was better since she could move her toes about in a way that allowed her to practically grab things with them, it was so much more fun to use her toes to grab a man’s balls and crush them with so little effort until they became used to it and then level up to her heels.

She looked over to the wall where Max was held, now nude, arms and legs chained, with a dog collar wrapped around his neck, another small chain leading to a handle for his master. The chains holding his arms and legs  bound him to the wall, she wanted to ensure he would learn where and when he was to do anything by her command. Allowing a pet that wasn’t fully house trained to roam about was never a good idea.