The twin Twilights have a lot to answer for when a magical hall pass finds itself in the hands of a classmate.
[Contains: Public sex, exhibitionism, non-con, rape, mind control, free use, just a boatload of degeneracy]
The twin Twilights are in serious trouble. After collaborating on a way to dispel the siren magic that had once held grip over the school, they accidentally create a hall pass that allows its holder to do whatever they want. It somehow finds itself in the hands of the worst possible person. A guy at their school, who sets about doing what any hormonal boy would with absolute power. With the former sirens having the ear of the man in charge, will they able to retrieve the pass before disaster strikes?
A purr from behind catches you off-guard. You fumble with your textbook and twist around to see where the rogue sound came from. It’s the Dazzlings, the self-proclaimed superstars of the school. Although their stock had fallen off a cliff ever since the battle of the bands. Trends at this place came and went like the weather… It was strange how quickly it had happened though.
It wasn’t unusual, or odd, to admit that all three of them were incredibly attractive. Adagio especially. Her curvy body and big poofy hair gave her the look of a diva. Sonata has that ditzy look going for her, and Aria is there to appeal to the guys who like bad girls. A trio made in heaven; or concocted in the board room of a coked-up record producer somewhere.
What is unusual is for them to talk to you. The corridor is deserted, which may explain why you are now being singled out. The want something from you.
“Uh, hello.”
“Would you mind doing us a big favour?” she flutters her eyes, “I need you to go into the lab room and get the hall pass from the nerd hiding in there.”
“The hall pass?”
Sonata butts in, “Yeah! We were in detention and needed the bathroom, but somebody took the pass with them and hasn’t brought it back.”
Aria rolls her eyes, “Why don’t you tell him what we were doing in there while you’re at it?”
“Okay. Aria had to go number two.”
Aria looks like she’s about to throttle the dozy girl, but Adagio snaps her finger and reigns the pair back in. “The teachers, in their infinite wisdom, decided that we aren’t allowed in the lab anymore. And I’d rather avoid any more of these detention sessions.”
You don’t have much reason to agree - except for being a gibbering simp and hoping to get something out of it in the end. What’s the worst that could happen? “Alright, I’ll go grab it for you.”
Sucker.
You put away the last of your stuff and cross the corridor to the laboratory door. There are two silhouettes on the other side. One of the black blobs quickly shuffles out of view while the other stays behind. You pull it open and walk in. The benches, usually used by the class during chemistry, are covered by piles and piles of papers and books taken from the library. At the head of the chaos is a familiar girl, all messy purple hair and thick black glasses.
“Twilight?”
“Yes?” she squeaks, hiding something under the bench.
“Do you still have the hall pass in here,” You hold up your hands and try to look non-threatening, “They told me to come get it for some reason.”
“That’s because those three harpies are banned from the lab!” she exclaims, continuing her work unabated, “If I was in charge, they’d be expelled for crimes against all things rational. Who knows how they managed to cause so much damage so quickly.” Twilight casts a nervous glance to the other corner of the room.
"What are you doing in here so late? And why do you look so nervous about it?"
"Nothing. Well, it is something, but I don't think you'd find it that interesting!" she explains, "We were doing some material tolerance testing, my partner had to step out for a moment. You know how I get when I have to... talk to people."
In one of her hands is a red glint that catches your eye. It looks like a small rock, but the cut edges and shiny finish make it clear that it isn't something you'd pick up off the street. That's some expensive material to be testing in a school lab, but you aren't a genius like Twilight is so you decide to just take her word for it. "Can I get that hall pass?"
She reaches into her lab coat pocket and pulls out the hall pass. You slip between the tables and reach over to grab it. But as your fingers contact the laminated card, the light grows to an intensity that momentarily blinds you. Twilight yelps and drops the ruby onto the desk in front of her as if it burned the skin on her palm. You pull back, the pass still wedged between your fingers.
“What the hell was that?”
Twilight is quick to make excuses, she scrambles for the gem and slips it into her pocket, “Uh, nothing! I think one of the lights just blew out!” She chuckles nervously. You try to regain your balance, for some reason you suddenly feel really light-headed. You look up. None of the lights appear to be broken.
“…Okay. Thanks.”
You spin on your heel and power walk out of the lab before anything else weird happens. As you burst back out into the main corridor of the school however, the three taskmasters of this little adventure seem to have gone missing. You catch the gaggle of girls slipping around the far-left corner of the thoroughfare, along with the sight of a tall woman with long wavy hair.
Oh jeeze, they got themselves collared by Vice Principal Luna. And by the sounds of it she isn’t happy with them taking so long to go to the bathroom. You fiddle with the pass in your pocket for a moment. Now isn’t the right time to get yourself wrapped up in their drama. You don’t want to scour the building after hours for a teacher, and you can always give it back to someone tomorrow.
You glance back through the doorway to the science lab and see the two shadows again. Was Twilight having an illicit rendezvous with someone? You shrug and head towards the exit – you don’t have the energy to care at this point. You're long overdue to get back to your place.
On the contrary, the next day you feel really energized for some reason. You leap out of bed and do your morning routine in record time, and blast through the short walk to the school with little struggle. As you slide a hand into your jacket pocket you feel the hall pass that you'd completely forgotten about in the time between getting it and going home. Now that you think on it again, your plan of handing it in to the nearest teacher would raise more questions, and probably get you in trouble in the process.
Your first class is soon, and the trio of troublemakers called the Dazzlings are in it with you. They never seem interested in what's going on in the lessons or interacting with anyone who isn't in their circle already. As you gather outside of the room, ready to go inside, Adagio collars you and drags you to the back of the line, "Hey, why didn't you come back last night?"
You whisper back to her, "What do you mean? Principal Luna totally busted your ass. I wasn't going to jump in front of that. She'd flatten me like a truck for annoying her."
Adagio seems to accept your excuse, "Ugh. Fine. I don't know what her deal is, what's a little break from detention once in a while?"
"...A recipe for trouble? It's meant to be a punishment."
"So?"
You sigh and slump over, there's just no getting through to this woman. "Well, I'm sorry I didn't rescue you in time. But maybe you should consider trying to see through some of those detentions you keep getting so you can go home on time for once."
"We just slack off and talk to each other anyway," Aria growls, "Not that these two have anything interesting to say."
Sonata purses her lips, “Maybe if we ask nicely, Luna will let us off the hook?”
“Are we talking about the same Luna? There’s a bigger chance of Adagio kissing me on the lips right now in front of everyone than her giving you mercy. She doesn’t know the meaning of the word.”
“Maybe if you ask nicely,” she smirks.
“Alright. Do it.”
What happens next is difficult for you to describe. Not in a literal sense anyway. Adagio walks up to you, grabs you by the back of your head, and pulls you into a deep, romantic kiss, complete with tongue and all the extras. You’re so shocked that you don’t even get the time to enjoy it before she pulls away and returns to her spot against the lockers like nothing happened. Aria and Sonata, for their part, do not react to the sudden kiss.
“Wah?”
“What’s with that face?” Adagio asks, “You’ll catch flies.”
“Why did you just do that?”
Adagio scowls, “Huh? You asked, asshole.”
“I know I asked, but I thought you were joking!”
“Why the hell are you freaking out?” Aria grumbles, “Did the last of your brain finally die off?”
Aria is right. There’s no way any of this is happening. You just got run down by a car this morning on the way to school, and these are the last embers of your dying brain. “Aria, what happened just then?”
“Are you retarded or something? You ask Adagio to kiss you, so she did. I don’t see why you’re getting so freaking worked up about it.” The front of the line starts to move, and the Dazzlings leave you behind as you try to put together the pieces in your mind. What the hell is going on?
Adagio Dazzle, the single baddest bitch in the whole school – and a very attractive bitch at that, had kissed you simply because you asked her to. Aria and Sonata acted like their friend hadn’t just eaten your face off with a deep, romantic kiss and mocked you for asking why. This is all algebra to you. You can’t even begin to explain how or why this happened.
The trio is sat in front of you. Adagio’s huge poofy hair is usually an obstruction that irritates you when you feel like paying attention, but you’re in no condition to listen to the teacher drone on right now. You’re roused back to attention as everyone begins to move and set themselves up in pairs. Aria and sonata are quick to slide up to each other, but Adagio seems to be taking her time choosing a partner.
The curse of being in the back corner is that it’s hard to get together with a partner when the teachers asks. Is she’s willing to put up with kissing you, partnering with you for a class can’t be out of the question either, can it?
“Adagio, come work with me.”
Adagio turns around and shrugs, “Fine.” Adagio flips her chair around and sits opposite you. None of the other classmates take notice of the unusual arrangement.
“What are we supposed to be doing? I kinda’ wasn’t paying attention.”
“Some crap about sharing what we learned. I didn’t listen to any of it.”
“I’ll try to write something down at least.” You pick up your pen and begin to scribble down what little you remember of the lesson onto the paper should the teacher come looking, and at the back of the class, he always does. This is where the troublemakers and slackers like to sit. “I still don’t get you Adagio.”
“I don’t get why you’re being so weird about this,” Adagio sighs.
“Because it is weird! A few days ago you wouldn’t be seen dead with me, but now you’re kissing me in the hallway in front of everyone!”
“You asked!”
“When people ask you to do something, do you just do it no questions asked?”
“No, of course not!”
“So why did you do it because I asked.”
She points at you, “Because you asked.” Her emphasis on the word “you” does not go unregistered in your mind. Is she making some kind of exception for you? But then you run back into that same problem again, there’s no reason for her to do anything that you ask of her.
“And you’re not upset about it?”
“Why would I be?”
“I’m not exactly on top of the social hierarchy around here. And no offense, but you’re the kind of woman with the pick of the litter. You’re super hot, pretty much any guy in school would kill to be under you for ten minutes. So it makes sense that you’d be upset about it.”
“But you asked me, so I did it.” You groan and cover your face with your palms, what is it about this train of logic that Adagio isn’t understanding? It’s out of character! She’d never kiss you, even if you asked, but she’s acting like it’s the most normal thing in the world, like it’s obvious.
“Okay, hypothetically, if I asked you to let me feel your tits what would you say?”
She shrugs, “Sure.”
“Okay, now I know you’re fucking with me.”
“Try me.”
“Adagio, let me feel your boobs.”
“Go ahead.”
You cast a conspiratorial glance to your right to make sure that nobody is watching. You reach out with your hand and slowly hover it over Adagio’s chest, when she makes no motion to object, or scream, or beat your ass, you slowly and firmly place it on the violet fabric of her dress. You can feel the soft flesh just underneath and the outline of her bra.
Adagio just stares at you like you’re still filling in paperwork.
“And there’s no problem with this? You’re not going to snap my hand off or anything?”
“Why would I?”
You pull back and sit down before the teacher notices you. What you’ve learned is that you can ask Adagio for anything and she won’t complain. Something weird is going on here. The only way for Adagio to garner any affection for you would be supernatural intervention. Some weird ass stuff has happened in the past few years at this school, but this is a step too far.
“How far can I go with this?”
“I don’t get what you mean, stop being such a freak and just say what you mean already.”
You lean in close so that nobody else in the class can hear you, “Alright. Go out with me.”
Adagio slips her hand into her pocket and pulls out her phone, “Do you want my number too?”
“Uh.”
Adagio doesn’t wait. She rattles off a series of digits that quickly force you to pull out your own phone and add her to your contact list. After she’s satisfied, she slips it back into her pocket. You feel a chill go up your spine as the teacher suddenly appears behind you.
“Excuse me, please put your phones away.”
He looks pretty mad. The bullshit comes out of your mouth on reflex, “Uh, we weren’t doing anything.”
He blinks. The anger that once adorned his face dissipates into thin air. “Oh, sorry. My mistake.” He walks back to where he was standing and continues patrolling the class for people messing around. At that moment it finally clicks, people just seem to follow whatever orders you give them!
“Adagio, wasn’t that odd? He just let us off for no reason.”
“No reason? But you said we weren’t doing anything.”
“But you gave me your phone number, we clearly did something.”
“Pft, he doesn’t have to know though.”
“…What if I told you that I can tell you to do whatever I like? And that you’d never question it no matter what?”
Her eyes narrow, “I’d ask how you managed to gain that ability.”
“Are you suspicious now?”
“A little.”
That’s revealing. “Why would you be suspicious? Be honest.”
“Me, Sonata and Aria are sirens. We used magical gems to enslave the minds of our targets and live a carefree life. Then those bitch Rainbooms took everything from us, and now we’re just normal, weak, pathetic humans.”
…You’re not sure if any of that is true, you’ll have to press Aria and Sonata for details later.
“Adagio, the last thirty seconds of this conversation never happened.”
“Okay.”
“What did we just talk about?”
“You asked me to give you my phone number, duh.”
You lean back in your chair and frown. What the hell have you just walked yourself into? This started yesterday after you went into the lab and met Twilight – so maybe she has some idea of what’s causing this. You burn through the rest of the lesson with Adagio next to you. When the bell rings you leap up from your seat.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to ask Twilight something, I’ll see you later.”
“Bye.”
Twilight is always around when you don't need her. It takes you several minutes, which eats into your conversation time, to catch a sight of her. You hustle through the corridors until you see a flash of purple and pink hair in the crowd. “Twilight, Twilight!” The bespectacled girl turns around. The expression on her face is unfamiliar, she looks angry! The usually cool-headed, no, nervous girl looking angry about something puts an immediate halt to any chance of you asking her questions.
“What?”
“Uh, I just wanted to ask you about something.”
Twilight sighs, “I’m sorry. Our project has been running into some… difficulties. I didn’t mean to take it on you.”
“It’s about that, actually.”
Twilight is suddenly interested, “Oh? Would you like to participate? We’re always looking for new hands in the lab.”
“No. I was just wondering what kind of project it is? Ever since I saw you in the lab, things have been pretty weird…”
“That is what we call confirmation bias.”
“Come on Twilight, there’s no way that this is natural, at least hear me out!”
“I have to get to class soon.”
“I’ll be quick. Alright, I just found out that people follow any order I give them.”
“What?”
You wave your hands in the air as you explain, “Adagio was pushing me around, but then I could just tell her to… lay off me. And it worked! And then when the teacher busted me in the class for using my phone, I just lied to his face and he acted like he didn’t even seen it.”
She leans in with a glint in her eye, “Really? Then that means…”
“What does it mean?”
She claps her hands together, “It means that our experiment worked!”
Her reaction is somewhat disturbing to say the least. “What experiment? Did you give me superpowers?” You look down at your own hands and try to fire lightning from them, but that seems to be beyond your power.
“No silly, it’s magic, siren magic to be specific.”
“Magic? Like that crazy stuff that happened last year?”
“The same. I’ve had a few run ins with it myself. We were trying to transfer the energy from the gems into something else so we could hopefully disperse it! You see, every discipline of magic is unique, and some are more destructive than others.”
“Okay, okay, what’s the point?”
“It seems that the energy from the gem has entered your body.”
“Is it dangerous?”
Twilight shakes her head, “No, no. There’s lots of magical energy around the school. It’s completely harmless, it’s how you use it. A person with a rotten personality will be unduly influenced by the magical energy and cause trouble. A certain threesome were using that siren magic to control the other students, but the gems are beyond our abilities to destroy.”
“So you tried to take the magic out of them?”
“Yes. Now, let’s see about getting it back out of you, shall we?”
“…You know what? Let’s not.”
“Okay.”
“This conversation never happened.”
“Alright, see you later.”
You turn around and walk to your next class with a sly grin on your face. Why would you give this up? You can do whatever you want now! You can keep the assholes off your back, keep the teachers at bay, heck, you can even make Adagio your girlfriend. You pull out your phone and test out the number that Adagio gave you earlier.
“Done with Twilight, this number legit?”
A moment later, Adagio sends you a picture of her giving you the middle finger. You feel giddy as you begin to think about all the fun things you can do with her now. “Would it kill you to be a bit more romantic? We’re a couple now after all.”
“Sorry <3”
Adagio attaches another picture of her making a kissing motion to the camera. You feel the need to clarify what level of bitchiness you want out of her – since it’d be no fun to just turn her into every other nice girl in the school. Part of the fun is that she’s really mean!
“Don’t turn into a total housewife Dagi, I like you as is.”
“Fine. Do you want to meet up later?”
“I’d love to.”
You pocket your phone and head to your next class. You don’t get much studying done, you spend the time thinking of what you want to do with her.
You sit across from Adagio, Sonata and Aria. Your heart is pounding a thousand times a second right now, since all three of them are mean as hell, and very out of your league. That being said none of them seem to have any particular objection to being in the diner with you. Adagio said that this was her favourite hangout spot. She’d declined to sit next to you when you arrived, you didn’t press the issue – unsure of how Aria and Sonata would react.
You need to probe some things out, you can just tell them to forget about it afterwards anyway. You slip a hand into your hoodie pocket and feel the edge of the hall pass hidden within. Oh damn, you forgot to leave it on the teacher’s desk! It’s too late to go back to school now.
“Adagio, did you tell them the good news?”
She scowls, “Good news?”
“You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?”
She rolls her eyes, “These two won’t care.”
Really? That’s what you want to know! You decide to bite the bullet and come out with it yourself. “Me and Adagio are going out.”
Aria scoffs, “Seriously? You chose this loser?”
“You got a problem?” Adagio fires back.
“Come on Aria, Sonata, I’m not that bad,” you smile through the nerves. Aria looks confused for a moment.
She crosses her arms and leans back, “I… I guess you aren’t awful.” Despite your ability to completely brainwash people into believing whatever you say, it seems that going too far from their normal character still makes them exhibit some of their original personality or opinions. They don’t forget anything unless you tell them to.
The first order of business is to find out what being Adagio’s boyfriend actually means, “Come over here and sit with your boyfriend, isn’t that normal?” Adagio doesn’t protest. She slides out from the end of the booth and swaps over to your side. “Why were you sat over there?”
“We’re going out, but that doesn’t mean I want to sit next to you.”
“So what does being your boyfriend entail then?”
Adagio takes a moment to come out with an answer, “Bragging rights.”
“Nothing physical?”
She smirks, “You can’t handle me.”
You push her further, “But people who are dating get physical all the time, don’t they? So there’s no problem with us touching each other.”
“Of course.”
It seems that making someone your girlfriend doesn’t necessarily mean much in terms of changing their behaviour. You need to be more specific about establishing boundaries and expectations… or a total lack of them. You slide your hand over and put it on Adagio’s thigh. She looks down at the offending appendage but otherwise says nothing. “See, just like that.”
“Sure, whatever. My boyfriend can do that at least.” Aria and Sonata are similarly unaffected by the sudden change in Adagio’s behaviour. “Be honest with me Adagio…”
“I think you’re ugly, uncool, and totally cramp my style.”
“…Not that honest. Would you cheat on me?”
She shrugs, “Why not? You probably have a small dick anyway.”
“You shouldn’t cheat on your boyfriend Adagio,” you chide her.
She takes your roaming hand in hers and clenches it, “Oh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Don’t worry. I forgive you. So as your boyfriend, what do I get from you?”
“You can touch me, and I won’t cheat on you.”
Not good enough, “Adagio – what do other couples do in their free time? Shouldn’t we be able to do all of those things too?”
“I guess.” You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make them drink. You feel embarrassed about this already, so you elect to make all the changes you want later. You don’t need to detail every little thing in front of Aria and Sonata. You glance between the three incredibly attractive girls, an awful, terrible, amazing idea filling your mind.
“Adagio, what would you feel like if I started going out with Aria and Sonata too?”
“I’d question their taste in men.”
“You wouldn’t be upset?”
“Why would I be? I don’t care about you.”
Another thing to change later. But for now you can make do with this. “You three will never feel jealous about me doing anything with other girls.”
“I don’t know why we would be,” Aria growls.
“That’s because you and Sonata are my girlfriends too!” You push it out of your mouth like a bad cough and cover your face. Aria’s arm twitches, but she withholds the need to punch you in your big mouth for making such an absurd, illogical declaration. Sonata and Aria blink at you and say nothing.
“Uh, girls?”
“Yeah?” Sonata smiles.
“Shift over Dagi,” Aria scowls. Adagio climbs over your lap and onto your left side, while Aria and Sonata quickly hustle over and slide in on your right. Aria gets first dibs on your other side. She doesn’t touch you of her own volition.
“Since we’re all dating – it’s normal for you to want to touch me and hold onto my arms. Sorry Sonata, you’ll have to make do for now.” Sonata pouts, but Aria and Adagio quickly wrap their arms around your own and move closer. Having such close contact with not one, but three of the hottest girls in school is inflating your ego to dangerous levels. You can feel Aria’s chest against your right arm, and her breath on your neck and she tries to get closer to you. Adagio keeps a more respectful distance.
“Aria, what do you think of my appearance?”
“You look like dogshit.”
Okay, maybe you have a lot more work to do on making them accepting of this whole situation. You want them to find you attractive at least. But the problem is that you don’t want to hypnotise every person you meet to explain why all three of them can’t keep their hands off you. Telling them to find you attractive will work, but maybe there’s a more elegant solution to this problem.
“You three, do you all have a type of guy you like?”
“We don’t really do romance!” Sonata chirps. “We usually just brainwash people into giving us what we want!”
Adagio leans over and points at her, “Shh! Idiot, don’t tell him everything!” You already know all of their secrets, but they don’t remember telling you anything. You’re liable to believe their tall tale about being sirens now that you’ve experienced the power for yourself.
“Okay, hypothetically – let’s say that you’re looking for someone to go out with, what kind of guy would they be?”
Adagio is first to answer, “Fashionable, if they don’t take some pride in their appearance, I don’t want anything to do with them.”
“And their personality?”
“I don’t know. Someone who isn’t annoying.”
Aria goes next, “A guy who doesn’t take shit from anyone and knows that I’m the best damn thing they’ll ever have.”
“And you Sonata?”
She drapes herself across Aria’s lap and takes your hand, “I want a guy who’s good at cooking!”
…
“And?”
“That’s it!”
It’s nice to know that at least one of these girls is easy to please. Aria shoos away the bubbly girl and retakes her place on your arm. “Alright. I’ll take that into account. Since I’m your boyfriend now, it makes sense that I’d try to please all of you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” Aria and Adagio respond. Sonata tends to keep quiet when the other two are speaking.
“So to be the best boyfriend I can be, I might need your help with a few things. Adagio, since you’d like a fashionable boyfriend, how about we go out tomorrow and you can show me how it’s done?”
Adagio rolls her eyes, “Whatever.”
The cooking issue is easy enough to solve, but Aria’s desire is more abstract than Adagio’s and Sonata’s. She wants someone with a specific attitude, but changing your entire personality just isn’t going to work. You might need to abuse your powers to please her. “Aria, Sonata, let’s exchange phone numbers.”
You manage to convince Adagio, after some back and forth, to come with you for a day out on the town. Adagio is a total diva, and part of that is her presentation. Adagio is loud and proud, and her clothes are too. Now you have her to yourself for the day and the chance to do some self-improvement. The real purpose behind this is to cover up the fact that you’ve brainwashed three incredibly beautiful and difficult girls into being your girlfriends. So looking good by their standards will cut off some of the questions aimed your way.
These powers have many uses. Escaping from social faux pax for one. General commands seem to generate general responses. Adagio, Aria and Sonata will tell people that you’re dating when asked, but for everything else they still act like strangers. If you want people to act a certain way using the pass, you need to be oddly specific. You’re unsure of if the pass works via non-personal means like messages on your phone.
You lean back against a wall by the entrance to the town mall. You tried to dress up a little nicer for this occasion, and you brought all of your spending money should Adagio make some choices that you actually like. If not, you can just command her to like the way you look. It’s no skin off your back, aside from the time you’ll waste.
Adagio takes her sweet time showing up. She rounds the corner wearing a white dress that exposes her shoulders and dangles just below her knees. She stomps over to you and crosses her arms, “Why do I have to spend my weekend with you?”
“Because you’re my girlfriend?”
Adagio scoffs and tilts her hips to the side impatiently, “What do you want?”
“I already told you,” you repeat, knowing that she’s just being difficult, “You want to give me a makeover.”
“Fine.”
A bolt of inspiration strikes you, “And by the time we’re done – you’ll find me attractive enough to put up with.”
Adagio resists the suggestion, “I doubt it.”
“We’ll see.”
Adagio drags you by the arm to various high-end stores that you wouldn’t have dared stepped foot in alone. Despite her reservations about spending time with you, she decides to do the job properly. She flies through the isles like a speed demon, picking up complete outfits with a trained eye. She pushes you from behind to the nearest changing room, depositing the collect items into your arms and looking at you expectantly.
This is a lot more nerve wracking then when you said it out loud. It’s hard to break out of old habits. Breaking other people’s expectations of you is embarrassing. People who dress well every day and take good care of their appearance have a confidence that others don’t, and when they do it every day it isn’t weird. On the flipside, putting so much effort into the way you look every day must be annoying in the same way – people expect you to look good all the time.
You close the curtain and place the clothes onto the wooden bench. Adagio has picked an eclectic selection of clothes bright and bold. Adagio pokes her head through the gap and points to some of them, “Remember to wear them properly, loser. I don’t want you to waste all my effort.” You lean down and separate the pieces so that you know what to wear with what.
“Alright, unless you want to see me naked, I’d back out now.”
Adagio visibly cringes at the thought and quickly escape the confined space. You strip off your old clothes and swap them for the new. A bright red jacket covered with various little touches of black, slim black jeans and a white tank top that shows of your complete lack of chest. You could see someone who isn’t you pulling this look off pretty easily.
“Dagi, have a look.”
“Can you not call me that?”
“No. I can call you Dagi if I want.” The arguments ends there. She looks you up and down but doesn’t seem impressed.
“That’s a total bust. Next.”
Adagio eventually settled on something that she found acceptable. You paid for it with your own saved money and lugged the bags around with you as she dragged you to the next destination. A barbershop.
“A haircut too?”
Adagio snorts like it’s obvious, “The haircut completes the outfit, moron. Looking good doesn’t just happen from the neck down.” You hesitate as you both hover outside of the door. Are you really going to let Adagio choose your haircut?
“Okay. But you have to choose something that’ll actually look good.”
“Psh, I wasn’t going to make them shave you bald, asshole.” Adagio follows you inside. You check in at the counter to see if there are any open appointments, of which there are several. You take a seat next to her and check your watch. You still have twenty minutes until that time arrives. Adagio shuffles over and hangs onto your arm again, still under the effect of the command you gave her yesterday.
Adagio looks around the shop while you check your phone. There are several advertisements on the walls for various products that show off various styles that you’d never consider otherwise. Part of you feels that Adagio already has a good idea of what she wants. When the person at the counter finally calls your name, she pushes you off the chair and follows you to the chair.
“Pick that,” she whispers to you, pointing to a picture on one of the walls. It’s trendy, much trendier than anything you’d ever pick without her encouragement - if it can be called that. You close your eyes and allow the barber to massacre your carefully cultivated hair for nearly half-an-hour, only opening them when she asks you what you think.
Hey. It isn’t that bad, in fact, it suits you pretty well. You pay up and follow Adagio out back onto the main floor of the mall, “What do you think?”
“You can polish a piece of shit until it shines… but it’s still a piece of shit.”
Hm. Something is off. It’s starting to feel like Adagio is resisting your suggestions. “Adagio, send me a text message.”
“Why?” Adagio looks at you expectantly, awaiting your answer. That isn’t right.
“Never mind. I was just being stupid.”
“That’s nothing new.”
If Adagio was still under your control like she was earlier, she’d have done it without question. She’s still following all of the orders you gave her in the diner and school, but none of the things you’ve asked her to do today have stuck. You think back on when Twilight zapped you with the freaky magic energy.
Hall pass.
That’s it! You were holding onto the hall pass, and Twilight mentioned they were trying to transfer the power to something else. When you gave all those orders to Adagio, Aria, Sonata and Twilight, you were still holding onto it. But today you left it at home. Your old orders have stuck, but Adagio hasn’t been listening to anything else you’ve told her.
You need to rectify that.
“Adagio, thanks a lot for all the help.”
“Die.”
“Let’s call it here for today. I’ll see you at school.”
You remembered to bring the hall pass with you this time. But today you don’t have any shared classes with the trio, and they manage to evade your sight for most of the day. It’s of little consequence in the end, they can’t get away from you forever. For a moment you consider snapping your fingers and making them fall in love with you on the spot, but then you realize that it would be really boring and very suspicious.
A lot of people commented on your new hair. Nothing mean, some of them even liked it. The biggest barrier to self-improvement is what you think other people will think of you. That little shot of confidence strengthened your resolve. You eventually spot one of your targets amongst the crowd. It’s Sonata.
“Hey Sonata.”
“Hi!” she greets you peppily, not unlike someone who’s actually friends with you.
“You know where Adagio and Aria are?”
You can visibly see the neurons firing in this girl’s head. It takes her several seconds to shake her head, “Nope!”
“They’re avoiding me, aren’t they?”
“Hm. I think so.”
“Whatever, I can just get them over here.” You pull out your phone and send Adagio a message asking her to meet you by Sonata’s locker. Several seconds later she responds by telling you to screw off. “Okay, I guess text messages don’t work.” You’ll need to condition her to follow any order you give, even if it’s not in person.
“Sooooo. Do you wanna’ hang out with me?” Sonata asks innocently. You have to admit, Sonata has her own kind of charm, even if she’s not your first choice of the three. She’s curvy in all the right places and has a pretty face. You’re starting to sound like an old man, so you stop yourself from commenting on her appearance any further.
“Wait, you want to hang with me even when I’m not ordering you to?”
“Yep.” Sonata is every bit as mean as the other two. There’s a reason they’re all friends. She might be the butt of the jokes, and slow on the uptake, but you know they keep her around for a good reason. You’re suspicious of the offer to say the least.
“Sure. What do you want to do?”
“Uh. Let’s go get something to eat.”
“You can pick.”
Sonata leads you out of the school and down to her favourite fast food place, a taco store on a nearby street corner. She devours it so quickly that you don’t even have time to find a table and sit down. So much for this being a normal, relaxing date. The pair of you elect to leave the taco store and wander around looking for trouble.
“What do you think of me?” you ask in between bites of your own food. “Would you go out with me?”
“Eh. Not really.”
“Why not?”
“I get lots and lots of offers from guys way hotter than you. I turn them all down.”
“I’m asking why you turn them all down.”
“They don’t like cooking.”
“You have… surprisingly wholesome taste in men.”
“And I want them to have a huge penis!”
“I stand corrected.”
You’re certain that your magic mind control powers cannot will your own body to make your penis longer. Learning to cook, or making Sonata think that you’re an amazing cook, seems like the best option. The real question is whether you want to go to the effort. Aria and Adagio are much more appealing to you, Sonata doesn’t have the same infamous reputation as them. Nobody would ask many questions if you just brainwashed her into being your girlfriend for real.
Speaking of which, you have a few questions you’d like to ask her. “Hey Sonata, we’re dating already aren’t we?”
“Yeah, so what?”
“Last time we didn’t get to talk about it properly. I just wanted to make sure that you know what it means to be my girlfriend.” The two of you have wandered into the nearby park. There aren’t many people around. You drag Sonata up to the gazebo on the fringe of the park and huddle underneath it.
She pouts, “I already know what a girlfriend is!”
“But if I asked you to kiss me, would you?”
“…No.”
“Girlfriends kiss their boyfriends when they ask.” Sonata nods happily with your order, “They want to spend time with their boyfriend, and in private they’re intimate with each other.” Sonata’s eyes glaze over for a moment. She stands up from her seat and scans the surrounding area, before sitting back down, unbuttoning her blouse and revealing the white bra that hides underneath.
“Woah! Sonata, in private! Private!”
“But there’s nobody here,” she whines, still holding the two sides of her shirt open for everyone to see. It’s a beautiful sight, perky and contained in white lace. But you need to resist the temptation to take things any further for now.
“But somebody could walk by at any second! I mean, if we’re in a house together, alone.” Sonata nods and hides her breasts once again. You need to be more careful with these commands. Sonata isn’t the brightest, she takes things very literally. Trying to explain a concept in such simple terms is harder than it looks. “Girlfriend” is something that everyone understands the moment you say it. It conjures up certain images in your mind, certain behaviours and expectations. But speaking those things out loud is difficult, the definition of the words deserts you.
Yet, siren magic doesn’t work that way. Cultural signifiers and language like “girlfriend” cannot be used to alter another person’s behaviour easily. You need to motivate Aria, Sonata and Adagio to like you, you need to consider every eventuality and make sure that your reasoning is watertight.
“Okay Sonata, you also need to look happy when I show up - and not like you’re about to vomit all over my shoes.”
“But it’s soooo hard!”
This might take a while.
Twilight Sparkle was not having a good time.
In fact, if any words could describe her current mood, they’d be far too foul to utter in polite company. The Princess had entrusted her with a not-so-simple task, which she had accepted with confidence. Dispelling the siren magic contained within the gems was an upmost priority for protecting the integrity of her own world. Except now, the gems were empty as the day they were crafted, and Twilight had no idea where the energy had gone.
It was a disaster, something Twilight had hastily expressed in a frantic letter to her Royal doppelganger beyond the mirror. Almost as soon as the letter was dispatched to it’s intended recipient, said recipient was leaping through the school’s statue and dashing into the science lab that Twilight had occupied.
“Twilight!”
The bespectacled girl turned to face her identical twin with a weary smile. She hadn’t slept very well since losing track of the magical power. Twilight loathed to use the device in her hands, but she had no better options.
“Is that… your magical tracker?”
Sci-Twi nodded, “If we can tune it to the siren’s magic, we may be able to located it manually, and recover it before it falls into the wrong hands.”
The Princess shuddered, “Any hands are the wrong hands! We need to get it back right away!”
“I hypothesize that the thief accidentally infused themselves or an object in their possession with it, and then used their powers to delete my memory of the incident.”
“How could they? We have to stop them. But aren’t you afraid of what might happen if we use this again?” Twilight took the battered machine from the worktop and looked over the construction. This was Sci-Twi’s pride and joy, but it led her down a darker path.
Sci-Twi placed her hand on the Princess’ shoulder with a genuine smile, “Don’t worry. I have friends here now. It wasn’t the machine… it was the darkness in my own heart.”
The Princess acquiesced, “Okay. I think I’m familiar enough with the magic that we’re looking for. Give me an hour and I’ll configure our device to track it down.”
You convinced Sonata to take you to Aria and Adagio, who were both hiding out at a nearby diner. Different from their usual haunt, but similar in many ways. The two of them had slipped away from you, so you decided to make things easier for yourself. “Adagio, Aria, Sonata. Whenever I ask where you are, or to meet up with me, you’ll tell me or you’ll do it.” Aria and Adagio roll their eyes but otherwise keep their complaints to themselves. “I wanted to ask you a few questions about this siren magic stuff.”
“What do you wanna’ know?” Sonata chirps. She has none of the hesitation that the other two do.
Aria punches Sonata in the arm, “There’s nothing for you to know, asshole. You seem to be an expert already…”
“Huh?”
“We can’t teach you anything. It’s like asking us how to breathe. Siren magic isn’t a skill, it’s something that we are meant to possess.”
Adagio cuts in, “Aria is right about one thing – you’ve already made the most effective use of it. I think you humans call it ‘conditional reasoning.’”
“I’ve heard of it.”
“Weak minded fools are easy to overpower just by using our raw ability, but people with more will are harder to brainwash. We’d take care of them by implanting several small suggestions that changed the way they behave – and attaching a condition to trigger them. Our participation in the Battle of the Bands was an elegant solution. They loved us because we were imitating those pop stars that children are obsessed with.”
“Like you did, asshole.”
“Okay. I guess this meeting was pretty pointless in the end.”
“Any time spent with you is time wasted,” Aria spits, “You wouldn’t catch me dead spending time with you of my own free will.”
“That’s too bad, because you don’t have any.” You lean forward in your seat and smirk, “You ever think about the irony of the whole thing? You’ve spent your whole lives exploiting people using these powers, but now that the tables are turned it’s suddenly unfair.”
“I never pretended it was fair. The weak exist to feed the strong, it doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it.”
“I assume you abused these powers to keep yourself fed and housed?”
“Of course.”
“Is there any danger of it wearing off?”
“No. Not unless you decide to be a total dick and undo it.”
“I’m not going to make you homeless.”
“You’re just going to brainfuck us into being your slaves.”
“Sure, why not?” Aria scowls. Any other time that look would turn your veins into ice, but you hold all the cards here. Well, it’s more of a single card really. “Do you three live alone?”
Adagio crosses her long longs and shrugs, “We found some fat-cat property developer and made him give us a house. We have the whole place to ourselves.” You quietly slip your phone from your pocket and shoot a message to your family, asking if it’s okay for you to stay over at a friend’s place for the night. You’ve done it a few times before, so you don’t see why not.
“He’s totally fishing to come to the house Adagio,” Aria grunts, “Probably wants to get his dirty fucking hands all over us.” You fist pump under the table as your parents give you the okay, as long as you drop by and pick up a fresh set of clothes for tomorrow – it should all work out perfectly.
“What do you mean? It’s normal for your boyfriend to visit your house now and then.” Aria is visibly resisting your suggestion, but it’s enough to stop the argument for the moment. You turn to Adagio and smile, “Let me check out your place. It’ll be fun.”
You stop by your place on the trip over and grab a bag and some clothes. Your parents don’t ask many questions, but they’re assuaged when you tell them that it’s some friends from school. You jog back out of the house and follow the three girls through the suburbs until you reach the rich part of town. It hits you that maybe the three were underselling how nice this house of theirs is.
It is a lot more than Adagio let on from your earlier prodding. The place is practically a mansion, with white marble pillars, a huge garden, garage and backyard pool, and enough room to practically house a dozen or so people. Instead of leaping to the fun part, you spend an hour making Adagio give you a guided tour of the place.
The bedrooms are all huge and already furnished, although it’s evident which ones have been claimed by the three freeloaders. Adagio’s room is a little messy, with clothes and shoes strewn around the place – but she has so much floorspace that a little clutter does nothing to impact it’s navigability. It’s decorated in her usual style, with fairy lights and bright colours.
Aria’s room is the complete opposite. It is religiously clean and tidy. There are posters for various bands on the walls, and the room has a dark atmosphere to it. She must have brainwashed someone into painting it black for her when they moved in.
Sonata’s room is a happy medium between the two. There are a few dozen small plush animals on her bed. All of these personal touches make you think that perhaps these three are closer to being human than they want to admit. They clearly have preferences for how they want their bedrooms to be. Even immortal wizards can’t get away from their base desires.
“This is how the other side lives, huh?”
“Impressed?”
“I’d be impressed if you earned it with your own money. Brainwashing a guy to give it to you doesn’t have the same effect.”
“You the guy who declared the three of us your girlfriends a few days ago?”
“Did I say I was doing it to impress anyone? I like mean girls, you’re hot, so here we are.”
“Ugh.”
“You should be flattered, I’m complimenting my girlfriend after all.”
The disgust that moments ago had twisted her face into a sour frown disappeared, replaced with a content grin and rosy cheeks. You don’t like this Adagio one bit. You wave your hands, “Never mind. You don’t have to like it when I say stuff like that.” Her face went right back to the way it was before. As we walked back past Adagio’s room, she decided to finally as the million-dollar question.
“Why don’t you just get it over with already? You have the three of us under your thrall, but you’re still playing these stupid games. Are you too much of a coward to rape us? It’s too late to be a good guy now.”
She was challenging you. It took a moment to consider your answer, “What if I have already, and you just don’t remember it?”
“Oh, I’d remember it. We aren’t a trio of slack jawed idiots… except Sonata.”
You grab Adagio’s slender arm and drag her aside into the nearest doorway. It was a reception room that overlooked the back garden. White walls, white carpet, white furniture. The place was completely untouched. You turn back around and lock the door behind you from the inside. “Alright, since it’s bothering you so much, why don’t we see just how resistant you really are?”
Adagio crosses her arms and huffs, “I doubt that a simpleton like you can use our magic that effectively.”
“Really? What if I told you to take that dress off, right now.”
Adagio’s body twitches. Her arms unwrap themselves and slowly spread outwards and upwards, until they reach the hem of the purple one-piece that she’s so rarely seen without. You can see the realization in her eyes that her goading is going to backfire. “Shit.” She doesn’t protest or try to plead for mercy. She silent pulls it down until it reveals the front of her light pink bra. It’s a utilitarian and plain design. Her chest is modest compared to the other two, but she’s really packing downstairs.
She reaches behind her back and unzips it, allowing the two sides to peel open and further down, past the curve of her wide grabbable hips. The dress tumbles to the floor all at once, revealing a matching pair of panties. She quickly reaches up and grabs the edges of her still present purple jacket, pulling it closer over her shoulders in an attempt to protect her modesty.
“See? You can’t resist a damn thing. The jacket too.” Adagio tosses the jacket onto the ground alongside the dress. Her body quivers in barely constrained rage. She steps forward and balls up a fist, but you hold up your palm, “Stop.” She grinds to a sudden halt. The strength of your order is such that she tries to freeze exactly in that position when you said it.
“No matter what. You should never attack or harm your boyfriend. Move.”
Adagio slumps down, defeated, “Asshole. Asshole!”
“Not fun when you’re on the other side of it, is it?”
“You think this is funny? You think you’re doing a good thing by messing with us?”
You circle around Adagio and ogle her nearly nude body, “I never said that. Aria said it herself – I’m being a piece of shit. Why wouldn’t I? I’ve got a golden opportunity right here, I’m going to exploit it as much as I can before the gig’s up.” She has a very curvy and pleasant built. Not an ounce of stray fat, thick thighs and a considerable rear.
“Go to hell.”
“Bra, underwear. Off.”
Adagio’s hand work quickly. They slip under the hook of her bra and undo the meddlesome garment. She throws it onto the pile and quickly leans down to remove her underwear too. This has the side-effect of causing her perky breasts to hang down under the full effect of gravity. Adagio steps out of her panties and discards them, before standing back up again and trying to cover her exposed vagina.
“Don’t cover yourself up while we’re in this room.”
Adagio’s face is an inferno of white-hot rage, but there is nothing she can do to you now to get out of this. She removes the offending limb and finally bares everything to you. You smile at the sight and step closer with a menacing gait. Adagio hasn’t been keeping her downstairs area tidy, that’s for sure. A curly ginger bush covers up most of her slit from sight.
“You don’t shave?”
“That’s not your business.”
“Answer the question.”
“I stopped recently. I only did it to fit in with those lowlifes at school.”
Now that you have her here, the hottest girl in school, naked and at your command, you really don’t know what to do next. You weren’t planning of jumping ahead like this. You didn’t bring any protection, and you don’t trust Adagio to have contraception of her own. The last thing you want is an unwanted pregnancy right now. You could order one of the trio to buy some for you, or head down to a store and get it yourself.
Well, there are more ways to have fun.
You unzip your pants and drop them. Adagio flinches, a look of dread crossing her face. “You’re going to blow me, and you’re going to enjoy it.” Adagio rolls her eyes but reserves any further words. She doesn’t try to make it sexy for you. She abruptly drops down to her knees and squares up with your boxer covered erection with trepidation. She pulls down the fabric allowing your shaft to breathe once again.
Adagio takes it into her mouth like an obligation. A stiff breeze could set you off right now, but she’s trying her hardest to make sure that you don’t get any sexual gratification from this. Soon enough the second part of your suggestion starts to take root and her blowjob grows more and more enthusiastic. She applies more pressure and lavishes the tip with her tongue. You gasp as she takes as much of it into her throat as possible, gagging herself in the process.
You slip your hands into her curly hair and pull her back out again, repeating the process several times. Her throat bulges with each attack, her breasts shaking with each movement. They have a pair of large areolas that you can’t help but reach down and pinch. Her mouth-hole is warm and wet, and it scrapes against your sensitive tip in all the right ways.
Eventually you grow tired of this vanilla play and decide to kick things up a notch. You use your hips to push Adagio down onto the ground and grip the side of her head with your hands. You pound her mouth like a second pussy, creating a froth of pre-cum and saliva that covers her face. “Consider this karma for all that bullshit you pulled!” you grunt. Her arms and legs flail as she tries to find relief, but you aren’t going to give her any.
“Here it comes Dagi, you better swallow it!”
You let go with a gasp. You shoot several streams of hot cum into her stomach, bypassing her tonsils. She gags and coughs around your shaft. You quickly pull out and shoot the last of it on her face. She falls back down to the floor and tries to get her breath back. Her modest chest heaves, her nose bubbles with the refuse of your violent mating. You look down and smirk. Her pussy quivers and pulses as it shoots its own body rocking orgasm all over the formerly clean carpet.
“Looks like you got yours too.” You’ve definitely crossed a line here, but you’re too high on power to get worried about it. Adagio finally comes back around and curls up on her side.
“Why the hell did you do that? You fucking asshole!” She wretches and coughs in a hopeless attempt to expel your seed from her body.
You sneer, “Because I wanted to, because you three are my toys. It’s only fair, considering how many people you fucked with.”
She shakes there, naked and cold and covered in spit and cum. It’s almost enough to get you hard all over again, but you have better things to be doing. “Clean yourself up. That’s an order. And don’t tell Aria and Sonata or anyone else what happened here.”
You returned to the gigantic living room and leaped onto the couch, turning on the cinema screen sized TV and enjoying some evening programming. Sonata and Aria said nothing, content to occupy themselves with their own time-wasting endeavours. The harmony doesn’t last long, as a now clean Adagio descends the stairs.
“You look like a beached whale, stinking up the place,” Adagio glared. Although the threat had very firmly been taken out of her words after you fucked her mouth until she blew cum from her nose. You can’t help but worry that you’ve become some kind of monster in the process of doing all of this. But that kind of self-reflective thinking will never get you anywhere. It didn’t stop these three from enslaving people when they had these powers.
“This place is technically my place. So, I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
“How does that work?”
You want to so badly air your ownership over them, but instead you settle for something less insult for Sonata and Aria’s sake, “We’re dating, what’s your is mine, etcetera.” Adagio’s eyes narrow with ill intent. She understood what you wanted to say loud and clear. She huffs and sits down next to Aria on the couch next to the one you’re lying on.
The uneasy silence is broken by the sound of someone knocking on the door. “Did you invite someone over?” you ask. The three shake their heads.
“We didn’t order anything either,” Aria grunts.
You could very easily just ignore it, but that would be rude. You hoist yourself up from the couch, “You three should stay out of sight. Does anyone even know you live here?”
Aria sighs, “Yeah, we’re renting the place, you know, without money.” You’re going to have to double-check with the landlord about that one, and see about getting a key made. The three head to the kitchen while you open the door, revealing the form of Twilight Sparkle. Oh shit. Panic mode kicks in. She knows something. You feel a cold sweat break out under your clothes as she musters up the courage to speak. In her hands is a strange device, with two long antennae poking from the top and a series of buttons and dials on the front face. It makes a strange crackling sound as it crosses over you.
It was a good thing that you told the Dazzlings to stay out of sight. “Uh, are you okay Twilight?”
“I-I didn’t realise you lived in such a nice house!” she giggles, trying to make conversation. The nervous glimmer in her eyes gives away the game before she even asks. She’s looking for the gem, or at least the magic that was inside it. You take a deep breath and try to calm down. Just play stupid – she can’t do anything to you.
“I don’t. I’m just visiting a friend. I didn’t expect to see you show up though. What brings you here?”
“Ah, well. We were just trying to find out where that pesky siren magic went! Which we suspect is you, so we followed my tracking device here and… uh…” Twilight has stopped responding. Your innocent question caused her to spill the beans that easily. You kick yourself, you just used the magic on her, idiot. Of course she’d tell the truth without thinking about it. When in Rome…
“The last ten seconds of this discussion didn’t happen, and you’re free to lie to me whenever you please.”
You snap your fingers, Twilight blinks.
“What brings you here?” you ask again.
“Oh. We were just… looking for something in the vicinity for our class project. Using this…”
You shrug and pull the most dumbfounded face you can, “I don’t know much about your class project.”
You can see Twilight’s face twitch and shift as she internalizes your statement. This girl is a certified nervous wreck. “Right! Obviously. You wouldn’t know anything about it! Haha.”
“Uh-huh. So what’s that meter actually for?”
Twilight, now with the capability of replying to you with untruths, quickly thinks up a new excuse. “…It’s… It’s a dowsing device!”
“A dowsing device, that thing where people walk around with a stick to try and find water?”
“K-Kind of? It’s a lot more precise than that, this is a real water finding instrument!”
You nod, “So you’re looking for water?”
“For a paper I’m writing on the town’s… aquifers.”
“And it led you here?”
“Yes?”
“You decided to knock on a random house’s door to try and find water?”
“Yes.”
You’ve given her more than enough rope to hang herself with here. You decide to put her out of her self-inflicted misery and turn her away, “I think there’s just been a mistake Twilight. Maybe you’re detecting the pool in the back yard?”
She tucks the device into her pocket, “A pool, ah, of course – a pool. Silly me. Sorry for the inconvenience. I’ll see you back at school!” Twilight turns tail and runs. This is the first time you’ve ever seen her running anywhere. You watch her pass through the front gate and down the cul-de-sac road without looking back.
“Man, she’s terrible at this.” You slam the door shut and navigate your way to the kitchen. You could easily brainwash her to get her off your back again, but you don’t really want to use this power on anyone else but the Dazzlings. You’re a prick, but not that much of a prick. Twilight did nothing wrong. Another part of you suspects that she’s already made contingency plans in case her memory is altered. She knows what this siren magic can do, and there are some things you can’t erase. It’s easier for you to preserve as much of her memory as possible and reduce your level of control over her actions than it is to assume direct control.
This is getting really confusing. Twilight clearly knows that something is up, even though you wiped her memory of you getting their magical powers the other day. And Sonata is eating a pickle covered in peanut butter.
“Who was it?” Adagio demanded.
“Twilight, she’s poking around to try and find your magic.”
Adagio rolls her eyes and says nothing more on the topic. You observe Sonata’s eating habits for a moment longer before sitting down at the breakfast bar. Much like the rest of the house, the kitchen is huge, way bigger than it has any real need to be. There’s a full dining room with an expensive glass top table. The kitchen itself has every appliance you can ever think of or need.
Sonata polishes off the last pickle from the jar and throws both of the now empty containers into the trash. Maybe Sonata wants a boyfriend to help cook because she eats like a god damn degenerate. What the hell is she doing?
“I don’t suppose there’s any chance of us remove you from our house for the evening?” Adagio finally asks.
“I asked my parents if I could sleep over at a friend’s, so no. I’ll let you three fight over who gets me overnight.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Me! Me! Pick me!” Sonata begs, leaning over the bar with an unusually competitive gait. Is she trying to get one over on the other two because you mentioned them fighting over you? Aria and Adagio aren’t playing along.
“Looks like you win Sonata,” you say, wanting to amuse her.
“Yay!” she cheers, “Suck it you two!”
“I don’t want to sleep with this creepy asshole!” Aria growls, grabbing Sonata by the collar and dragging her back down to earth.
“Who says I’m sleeping with you? I brought a bag for myself…”
“Yeah, it’s only a sleepover,” Sonata added. You don’t know whether she’s ignorant, carefree or malicious. You don’t actually have any real intentions of doing something mean to Sonata at the moment. While she gladly enjoyed the benefits of using her powers to enrich herself and tear down others, she also doesn’t treat you with quite as much barely constrained rage as the other two. Sonata grabs you by the arm and drags you away, up the stairs, and to her bedroom.
“Let me give you a tour. Adagio didn’t even mention all of the fun stuff I have in here.”
Firstly, Sonata’s TV stand. You don’t know where she stole this 50 plus inch TV screen from, but it tracks with everything else you’ve seen before. Underneath it is several different game consoles and the appropriate games, also likely stolen with little regard for their actual usage. You can tell that most of them have never been used or opened since they’re still cling wrapped.
Next is the dresser. It’s a mess, covered from edge to edge with dozens of makeup bottles of various types. She also hasn’t wiped the mirror down since she moved in, because you can see the smeared fingerprints and dust all over it. Her bed is much cleaner, although a few errant stains indicate that she doesn’t take the due care to remove her makeup before going to bed. The bed is buried under a veritable avalanche of plush toys.
“Where did you get these?” you ask, grabbing a little elephant and squeezing it between your palms.
“I won them from the arcade, Dagi always gets mad at me and says that it’s a waste of money though.”
“When since have you three had to worry about money?”
“Hm. Ever since we lost our magic, now we have to pay for things like everyone else. Aria started making money by posting pictures of herself online, but she won’t share!” Somehow you are not surprised to find that the meanest of the three girls has an online simp army to pay her bills. Sonata jumps onto the bed and rolls on her back.
“I don’t get you Sonata.”
“Why’s that?”
“You have this bubbly personality, but under all of that you’re just as cruel as the other two.”
“I’m not that mean,” she pouts, “I just have to stick with them. Dagi, Aria and me have been together forever! What kind of friend would I be if I left them behind?”
“You’re loyal.”
“Hm. Yep! I guess so.”
That makes some kind of sense. Even the nicest, most well-meaning people might be hard pressed to go against friends they’ve known for their entire lives. These three have stuck together for a reason, both practical and sentimental; as much as the other two pummel Sonata with insults about her intelligence.
You pull the sleeping bag out from your backpack and unfurl it onto the floor. You could easily demand that Sonata let you into her bed, but it’s weirdly intimate to do something like that. You only made Adagio blow you because she pissed you off. “You weren’t lying when you said you wanted a guy who could cook?”
“Yeah,” Sonata grins, “A cool boyfriend who makes me all the food I could ever want!”
“And a big cock.”
“Huge!” she continued.
You sit down on the bed next to Sonata, who cuddles up next to you. When she isn’t being honest to a fault she’s kind of cute. You wrap your arm around her waist and enjoy the feeling of touching a real, living girl with your real, living hands. You really are one lucky son of a gun. The comforting touch doesn’t last for long though, as a bugbear from your date together returns with a vengeance. Sonata pulls away and unzips her jacket, revealing her bra and bare stomach to you.
“What are you doing?”
“Huh? You said that we should be intimate in private!”
“I guess I did,” you relent. You sit back and enjoy the show as she throws away her top and unhooks the back of her bra. A heavenly chorus plays in your head as the cock-blocking fabric falls away and reveals her wonderful tits. Sonata is the biggest of the three by far. You don’t hesitate to reach out and cup them with your hands. The soft flesh gives way to your probing digits as Sonata blushes and giggles.
“That feels nice.”
“Hop onto my lap.”
Sonata does as she’s told, allowing you to reach around her front and play with them as you please. Her nipples harden under your callous groping. You can die a happy man now, you are living every high school kid’s dream. The feeling of her equally soft butt pushing into the tent you’re pitching downstairs causes blood to rush to your head. You might not be able to avoid sleeping with her now. Not unless you want to give yourself a case of blueballs so bad that you’ll need a wheelbarrow to carry them in tomorrow. As if to make the decision harder, Sonata soon wiggles from your grasp, reaches down into the bedside drawer and retrieves a condom from inside.
“Where did you get this?” you ask.
“They were handing them out at the school fair – I thought they were candy…” The school fair? She must mean that event they had about safe sex a few months ago. For once you’re thankful that they wasted your time with that garbage.
“Boyfriends and girlfriends sleep together, don’t they?” you ask. The anticipation is hurting your chest. Sonata nods and smiles. You lift your own shirt away and unbuckle your pants. Sonata hurries to do the same, removing her skirt and lowering her panties down to her ankles. Unlike Adagio, Sonata had been trimming the hedges, a small tuft of hair lies above her wet labia. For the time being you forget all about the mind control, the magic, the inhuman nature of the person next to you – you’re an excited kid who’s about to have his first time with a hot girl.
Sonata, as you expect, seems visibly disappointed that you don’t have a porn star penis stuck onto your scrawny teenage body. You snap your fingers, “It’s not the size that counts. Let’s get this thing wrapped up.” In this case it’s true. You could order her to cum anytime you like. Sonata swallows her pride and rips open the packaging, placing the rubber against your tip and rolling it down your shaft. The feeling of her fingers brushing against your cock has you on a cliff’s edge.
You lay back on the bed and invite Sonata to mount you. She swings her leg over you and presses the tip of your stiff erection to her puffy cunt. “Is this your first time?” you ask.
