Rainbow Dash awoke slowly. She felt heavy, and much like she had become one with her bed. Whatever she’d done last night, it had definitely worn her out. She reached up to rub her eyes. There was a slight rush of cool air as the blanket followed her movement. Very cool air. Why was it-?
Oh. She was naked. That wasn’t usually-
Rainbow’s eyes shot open and she sat up, clutching the blankets tightly to her chest. This was not her room. This was not her bed. Memories of last night flooded back to the front of her mind. They'd made it three rounds before Rainbow had collapsed, just too exhausted to continue or even to move. Adagio had invited her to stay the night, and she'd fallen asleep right then and there.
She looked over, but there was no Adagio. She felt a brief twinge of guilt. Had she slept on the couch? Someone who'd made her feel that good deserved at least half of this little bed, if not more. Where was she, anyway?
As if to answer her question, Adagio came in, holding a tray. “Good morning!” she said brightly. “Made you breakfast.”
Rainbow stared, and not just at how strange her life was right now. “Are you wearing just an apron?” she asked.
Adagio looked down, as if unsure of the answer. She set the tray down on the bed (now that Rainbow had a chance to look, she noticed it was actually just an old baking sheet), unclipped the neck strap, and tugged the apron down, revealing her naked breasts. She looked up. “Yes,” she said with a smirk. “Yes I am.” And she made no motion to cover herself again, instead clasping her hands in front of her body.
Rainbow probably would have appreciated this sight more had she not been somewhat embarrassed at being completely naked herself. So she distracted herself by grabbing the tray, fumbling with the fork that looked exactly like the ones they used at the cheap chain diner that happened to have a location by Adagio’s house, and starting to eat.
Adagio's breakfast was pretty good. Not perfect by any stretch of the imagination—the scrambled eggs were a bit runny, one of the pancakes had been left on the griddle a little too long—but it was still good. Better than she cooked, anyway.
About a third of the way through, Rainbow realized Adagio was still standing there, watching, not eating, and still very much topless. “Did you want to eat?”
“Already did,” she said with a chuckle. “I was actually going to wake you up this morning with my tongue—breakfast in bed, if you will—but you looked so cute sleeping that I couldn't bring myself to.”
“Huh,” Rainbow said, not sure which part of that sentence stuck out to her more. She kept eating.
But as she finished, she looked up and saw Adagio still looking intently at her. “Are you sure you didn't want any?” Rainbow asked.
“No, it's just… you want to stay. Still.”
Rainbow pursed her lips. “Do people usually not?”
“Spells usually wear off overnight, what with me not being a sleepsinger. People remember responsibilities, families, homework assignments due at seven am…” She chuckled dryly. “But you… you're staying.”
“Yeah. I'm staying. Can't get rid of me that easily. A rainboom and a siren, get used to it.” She cracked a smile. “Heh. Never thought I'd be having this kind of conversation naked.”
“You look good naked,” Adagio said. The little smirk played at her lips again. “So get used to that.”
“What, for every conversation?” Rainbow asked playfully.
“Every conversation,” Adagio confirmed. She looked away and cupped a hand to her mouth. “Rainbow, take your pants off! We gotta figure out where we're going for dinner!”
“Only if you take off your shirt, too,” Rainbow countered.
Adagio smirked and glanced down at herself. “Tell you what. You be a good girl, and I might even let you suck them again while we're talking.”
Rainbow’s cheeks tinged red slightly, but she remained in control. “That'd be ok, I guess,” she lied.
“Just ok?” Adagio sighed, as if disappointed. “Well, if that's how you feel.” She pulled the apron strings back up, covering herself again.
The sudden disappearance of Adagio’s breasts reminded Rainbow of her own nudity. And- “Shoot, I have school today,” Rainbow groaned. She rolled out of bed, one arm instinctively coming across her breasts for at least some modesty. She looked around and frowned. “Where are my clothes?”
Adagio paused. “Still on the couch.”
Had Rainbow been paying more attention, she would have noticed the catch in Adagio’s voice. Instead, she grumbled slightly as she went to go retrieve them.
Adagio braced herself.
Rainbow’s surprised shriek split the air. “They're still wet!”
Adagio nodded, grimacing.
“I can't wear these!” Rainbow panicked. “They’re wet and they smell like sex!” She barged back into the bedroom and pointed an accusatory finger at Adagio. “They smell like you!”
“I'm sorry!” Adagio defended herself. “And, really, it’s just as much your fault for not throwing your clothes further away!”
“I didn’t realize you were the living version of Neighagra Falls!”
“So I’m a squirter! So sue me!”
“If I did, you’d probably flood the courtroom!”
Adagio chuckled. “Now that’s a good mental image,” she said. “I'd hope you'd offer to help me and my poor, dripping wet self.” She stood up and walked over to her dresser. “Look, I can lend you some clothes for today. Try this on.” She tossed something over her shoulder.
Rainbow caught it and squinted at it. What was this? There wasn’t enough cloth to-
Oh, wait. This was…
Rainbow dropped it as if she had been burned. “No. I'm not wearing these.”
Adagio shrugged. “Suit yourself. You look better with no panties on, anyway.”
“Those weren't panties.” Rainbow groaned. “I’m going to go shower and hope something makes sense when I get out.”
Adagio waited until the shower started running before burying her face in her hands. A low, ashamed whimper crept out from between clenched teeth as she dragged her fingers through her hair. “Oh, Phorcys, I’ve gotten soft,” she moaned.
To say Rainbow Dash was uncomfortable would be an understatement. She grimaced as she walked, the tight jeans she wore feeling uncomfortable and chafing against her skin, especially since she was not wearing anything under them. She really missed her compression shorts, and now she was wondering if she should have borrowed one of Adagio’s bras after all. It would have been a little roomy up there, sure; but at least it would have been something else under the sweatshirt.
Obviously, today was one of those days where she did not want to be seen. Even during class, she kept her head down and hood up, earbuds in, hands deep in her pockets, doing her best to fade into the background.
So, of course, when she stepped out of the bathroom stall during her first class break, Sonata Dusk was there, leaning against the wall. “Hi!” she said brightly.
“Hey,” Rainbow said, pointedly walking towards the sink, not making eye contact with her.
“Nice outfit. Where'd you get it?”
I hate sirens. “Your mom’s house.”
Sonata cocked her head. “For realisies? Because it looks exactly like stuff from Adagio’s closet.” She grinned triumphantly. “My mom was a siren who lived in Equestria,” she whispered loudly behind the back of her hand, as if revealing a deep secret. “She didn’t wear clothes.”
“Your powers of logic are astounding, Sonata Holmes,” Rainbow snarked.
Far from being offended, Sonata… smiled.
“What?” Rainbow asked.
“Oh, nothing; it's just… Adagio doesn't have angry sex. Aria does, but Adagio doesn't.”
“What kind of sex do you have?” Rainbow asked snippily.
“Oral,” Sonata answered nonchalantly. “But I’ll only swallow if I like you.” She ran her tongue across the front of her lips, and then, as if her point hadn't been made strongly enough, she held up two fingers up like a V.
Rainbow decided to renew her previous commitment of ignoring Sonata entirely.
“Sorry,” Sonata said quietly, dropping her hand to her thigh. “Habit.”
Rainbow grunted. “Where were you going with that, anyway?”
Sonata shrugged. “If she had sex with you, then she must have been in a pretty good mood. And… I guess I'm happy she's happy.”
Rainbow rolled her eyes and returned to washing her hands. There was a pause.
“Rainbow…”
Rainbow looked up, the tone of voice drawing her attention. It was different. Not playful, not annoying; it was… real. There was something in Sonata’s eyes Rainbow didn't quite recognize.
“Please keep her happy,” she said softly. “Even if she hates me, she's still my sister.”
“Oh, she doesn't hate you,” Rainbow said, shaking off her hands. “I bet she’d love to see you.”
Sonata scrunched up her face. “For realsies?”
“Yeah,” Rainbow said. “For realsies.” A slightly devious grin flitted across her face as she tossed the used paper towel into the trash can like a papery basketball. “Hey, you like sandwiches with extra mayonnaise, right? I know a place you're going to love.”