Author's Notes:

My second story, and first request, I present to you Any Title Ideas?. Wait, no, that was just the title we used during collaboration, because neither of us were very good with them, as you probably guessed from the ones we did choose.

Anyway, this was originally intended to be in the same vein as my first story, but I realized that a more serious tone wouldn't really work with this premise, and did my best not to take what I was writing too seriously.

Anyway, I know it's not perfect, but I do hope you can enjoy it for what it is: Stupid Clop.

As history stands, on a Friday afternoon, Martin Saylin ran down the bright hallways of Canterlot High School towards the front gates, where he was late for his scheduled meeting of the three new students.

Martin no longer cursed himself for being late. He didn’t like being late, and he did his best to avoid it, but it was just a part of his life that he and other people had to deal with. Every day was a blur of classes, extracurriculars, homework, paperwork, and finally, normal work that bled into into the time allotted for the other like hemophilic pigs. After a few dozen tardies, truancies, and downright failures, the people of Canterlot understood enough to give him plenty of leeway.

People had always understood Martin, but kind of in the way one “understands” Huckleberry Finn or Macbeth. He was was put up for adoption as a baby and raised on average in one foster home per year for eighteen years, his last name was picked at some point by god knows who for god knows why. The closest things he had to parents now were the state-issued documents that said he had a small monthly allowance and could do half school days one year if he’d gotten enough credits that previous one.

That’s not to say he hated parents or adults, but companionship in general was a difficult area for him. His upbringing had taught him the Jedi might’ve been onto something in regards to attachment, though he’d always enjoyed the brief friendships he’d formed with the kids at his schools and his foster siblings. And he’d chosen Canterlot as his new home once he was too old for foster system because the few trips he’d made their with his final parent had shown him a happy, friendly place where seemingly everyone was accepted. Because this was the first one of those he’d ever seen, he’d wanted to be a part of the social scene both in school and everywhere else, and so far, he’d been doing fairly well. He’d never had time to socialize after school or on weekends obviously, but during lunch and between classes, he’d gotten a fairly good feel for several of his classmates, particularly Pinkie Pie and the four others who-

Yeah. Getting brainwashed by a school-bully turned demon, then being saved by the power of friendship was not a pleasant memory, but it had certainly boosted his confidence in the supposedly magical concept. And if those five could turn said brainwashing demon girl into an angel, he figured why couldn’t they could help him too. He also didn’t see why the Cake’s or CHS faculty couldn’t have adopted him, none of them had any basement torture chambers.

If the half day plan worked out, there’d be no more extracurriculars, fewer classes and homework, and less paperwork, so he’d have much more free time. Of course, most of it would be officially working at Sugarcube Corner, but that was one of the most social places in town, and he’d be getting paid, so win win.

Yes. Had there not been a certain three dazzling girls in front of him when he rounded the final corner, Martin’s life might’ve turned out pretty well.

When Martin came to a screeching halt in the middle of the entrance hallway, both parties were taken aback by the other’s appearance.

Martin, because they were hardly what he was expecting. He’d been told about the new arrivals just ten minutes prior when Sunset had passed the job onto the school’s go to pass onto person in the library because something had come up with her friends. All he’d been told was that there were three new students who’d be waiting in the front hall in ten minutes, and never the one to turn down work or an opportunity to get closer the the magical six, he’d accepted. But when he saw them, it took a second or two for his eyes to even realize the explosions of colors were actually three teenage girls.

The Dazzlings, on the other hand, were surprised because he was what they were expecting. Jeans and a sailboat T-shirt did little to hide the greatest combination of an athletic build, flawless face, short hair and large bulge they had seen in quite some time.

The three of them had been banished together, and had lived the countless years since then as a dysfunctional family. It had taken them a while to adjust to their new bodies, and even longer to get used to everyone else’s, but while they’d never see this world as their own, they had learned to enjoy some of its perks, mainly, its inhabitants beings so very weak. Forget trying to stop them, they’d yet to meet a human that could resist their magic at all. As tasty as their discontent and pain was though, they were still biologically teenage girls, and anyone who’d ever caught one of their eyes was screwed in every sense of the word.

But while a steady stream of food, wealth, sex and adoration may have suited a common dark-wizard, they’d always wanted more. Aria had suggested simply setting themselves up as celebrities, and making the whole word listen to their songs, but since their powers did not work electronically and needed (at least) daily refreshment, that had always been out of the question.
Sonata thought they should just take over a pet store and charm all the puppies and kittens, so people would be too busy going “awwww” to resist, but Adagio was jealous of such a cunning plan and called it the ninth worst she'd ever heard just to be a meany.

Even Adagio’s self-proclaimed tactical mind failed to think of a long term plan, and their future looked even darker when their wandering brought them to the town of Canterlot, where inciting an argument seemed significantly harder than ever before. But just as they feared their powers were fading, they saw a magnificent light show outside of a coffee shop, and Adagio couldn’t help but remember some of their other magical trinkets and powers they’d picked up on earth.

She’d quickly formulated a plan that for once, they’d all agreed on. And stage one of it (find an attractive CHS boy) had just been completed ahead of schedule.

“Hey!” waived Martin, regaining his composure..

“Hey,” Adagio distractedly waved back as he came closer.

“I’m Martin Saylin,” he forced a smile and reached out his hand, remembering his etiquette classes.

But when Adagio failed to return the gesture, he noticed that all three of the strangely dressed teenagers were looking at his body with a look of slight shock and fascination. Fearing he was making a fool of himself, Martin darted his eyes down to check his shirt and pants, but saw nothing.

“I’m Adagio,” he finally heard, and felt his hand picked up and shook with her pink fingerless gloves.

“Holy crap, he’s gorgeous!” she thought as she stared into his smiling face. One of the perks of an eternally young body is that mental maturity, and with it the idea of sex becoming blase, never comes.

Distracted, Adagio continued to idly shake. And shake, and shake, so Martin opted to just pull his hand away and put them on his hips. As soon as he did, her gaze returned to his body, and he quickly looked side to side to see that the other two were still ogling him, which would explain why they hadn’t introduced themselves.

“Well great this is awkward,” Martin thought, smiling with a look of confusion and slight fear. “Well, Sunset told me to make a good first impression and take the initiative with friendliness, whatever that means. I need to start the ball rolling. Also whatever that means.”

“And what’s you’re name?” he turned to the blue one, and reached out his hand again. But she stared with an almost jaw-dropped look of shock, and never looked up. He looked at his shirt again, this time more closely, but still saw nothing out of the ordinary, and started to wonder if they were afraid of sailboats.

“Him?” he heard what he concluded was the purple one say behind him.

“Me what?” he asked turning back to her, and saw she had leaned in for a better view, whereas Adagio had a look of annoyance and frustration.

But before he could even get nervous, Sonata started to give him a very direct answer.

“Our sex slave si-” only started though, because Adagio cut her off with a backhand smack to the face.

“-BEST FRIEND!” she shouted with a forced grin, as years of hiding had trained them (or at least she and Aria) to do. Of course there was little point in it, since they could have enthralled him at any point, and the attack only served to make Martin suspicious enough to take a step back and face all of them. He didn’t really believe they were going to do anything yet, but Martin had learned his lesson about underestimating beautiful teenage girls, and put his arms to his sides and bent his knees slightly, ready to bolt or beat at a moment's notice.

“We’re new in town, and Sonata’s made it her personal mission to find someone to be our very first friend!” Adagio continued, reaching her arms out in a gesture of explanation. Her facial expression was now frightening in its artificiality.

“But you said we were gonna-”

“Not now!” she hissed angrily through her teeth at her dimwitted colleague while Aria looked on amused. Martin, however, had heard enough, and it was Adagio’s turn to get hit in the face.

With the speed of a videogame character, he left hooked her from the side. Since she was looking behind her and to her right, his knuckles connected directly with her nose. He then spun and around to flee back into the hallways, already having a plan.

The Dazzlings may have been stronger, faster, and more durable than any normal teenage girls, but Adagio was knocked to the side by the blow, and felt the headache immediately. She grabbed her stinging face, feeling for the highly unlikely broken nose or bleeding while her companions, seeing their sister hurting, put their hands on her hunched back (though Aria would spend the next week wondering why).

In the split second since the punch Martin had made it two steps. The thought of this being a misunderstanding had already crossed his mind, and been deemed easily worth the risk. On his third step he initiated the second part of his plan, and cried out to the leader of the only people who could protect him from demon girls. The school was large, but he’d also already accounted for her not being in earshot, and figured at least one of the girls would be. And even if they weren’t, the girls were trying to be discrete, so they probably didn’t have their proverbial crown yet, and having the half school staring at them should at least slow them down long enough for him to find the six. Yes, all he needed to do was vocalize, and he was home free.

“Sunse-”

But he was wrong. They already had all the power they needed for the time being, and Aria recovered from her shock fast enough to do some vocalizing of her own. With just the first few notes, he felt weird, and lost interest in running.

♫AAAAAaaaaHHHH!♫♫AaaaAAAAHHHH!♫

She sung in a desperate, but still heavenly voice, commanding Martin to stop. And while his physique and troubled upbringing may have suggested otherwise, Martin was little stronger mentally than most of earth’s inhabitants, and he slowed to a halt.

Now assured of herself, Aria’s smile and calm voice returned, and the let go of Adagio to approach the now statuesque teenager. She changed her thoughts as she continued to sing, making the “Stop” command more focused.

♫Aaaaahhhh!♫♫Aaaaaahhhhhh!♫

Martin didn’t know why he’d stopped fleeing from what he was now sure was an imminent threat, or why he was now standing perfectly still, facing forwards, hands hanging at his sides as he heard her (admittedly melodic) voice grow louder. No, he did know why, he didn’t want to. No matter how much that same part of the mind the little angel on your shoulder comes from told him to run, shout for help or attack her, his legs, mouth, and even sweat glands refused to listen. He just felt so . . . comfortable stopping, even as his second mind controller put her hand on his shoulder and slid around him seductively, putting the final notes of her brief tune directly into his ear seductively, and stopping her hand on his chest, also seductively.

“Next time somebody asks me to do their dirty work,” he thought as he realized his predicament, “I’m gonna tell em to increase to teen suicide rate.”

Martin now stared down into Aria’s beautiful face as she brought her hand to a stop on the front of his chest. Her partners, still recovering from his attack, looked on with the same surprise and impressment they’d always rolled their eyes at whenever it was them who actually did something on their own.

The purple and blue haired siren leaned back, and admired her latest catch. She had ordered him to “stop” and “remain still”, and since everybody listened to them, Martin had no desire to do anything but stand still and expressionless (save the slightest of smiles on his agape mouth, due to how good it felt) with his arms at his sides.

He looked rather stupid, but he was in just the right frame of mind the three sirens liked their men; studly, helpless, and happy to obey them.

“Holy Guacamole! Nice job Aria!” Sonata complimented her as she and a now almost fully recovered Adagio walked over to their docile prize.

Once the three all stood in front of him, Martin looked down at their gorgeous faces as they admired him. His logic told him that he was being obviously being mind controlled again, and that he was still conscious and could resist, but to listen to it would be like getting out of a warm bed at 4:00 AM on a Saturday to do homework.

Remembering of their need for discretion, Adagio snapped out of her admiration and looked from right to left down the hallways to make sure they were still inconspicuous. Aria had always been more confident though.

“Phase one: Go pet shopping for the finest stallion in Canterlot. . .” She suddenly grabbed his crotch through his jeans and squeezed, causing Martin to spasm forward in shock, against his better mind control.

“. . .Complete” she declared as she felt his massive flaccidity as best she could through the course fabric.

It didn’t take Sunset Shimmer to figure out that he was in deep shit of the sexual nature (his first guess was that he was to be prostituted, but that seemed a little short sighted for girls with this power). The active part of Martin’s mind, the one that currently controlled his body, had next to no reaction. They had not thought he should be their docile fucktoy who loves them more than anything as they sang to him, so the idea didn’t feel right or wrong.

The logic though, gave the greatest “oh fuck” of his life (and that “oh fuck” was up against some pretty stiff competition), then pondered his entire sex life at light speed.

He was a virgin. Nineteen year-olds with more moves in their life than a chess piece tended to be.

That said, he still knew he wasn’t the kind of boy who’d leap at the idea of becoming the sex slave of these three girls. That’s why, against all the follow up questions the idea brought, his heart leaped like a rocket at what Sonata seemed like she was saying as she swatted Aria’s hand away, then went down like a rocket pointed down when continued, and Adagio cut her off again.

“No it’s not! You said he was going to be under our control for good, and that he’d wear the sluttiest clothes we could find, and tha-“

“SONATA! For fuck’s sake, he’s going to! We’re going to MAKE him do that, okay?”

“Oh.”

Adagio groaned, and turned back to Martin with a look or great frustration, as if she was actually asking for sympathy from him without ordering it. However, Martin’s physical attractiveness once again captivated her, and she found herself eyeing him up again, unable to complete her thought. Aria chuckled at their leader’s lack of focus, but Sonata’s comment, for all its flaws, had reminded her of what they planned to do with his body.

For at least 15 seconds Adagio stared at Martin, imagining him between her legs, in pink fluffy handcuffs, latex trunks and a collar that said “Adagio”. It was actually with a little reluctance that she spoke up, if only out of fear that the reality of such plans would be disappointing.

“-On that note. . .” she reached into her pocket, and removed a gold chain. “It’s time to see if we’ve gotten our energy worth.”

The thought of being tied up wasn’t enough to set off alarm bells in Martin’s mind anymore, but when she pulled it out to full length he saw that it was in fact a purple stoned necklace. It was similar in design to, but smaller than the ones the three of them wore, and that made him worried. He didn’t have kosmemophobia, and he wasn’t the most media-y person at CHS, but he could guess that a necklace from three magical girls was probably made out of trouble.

He knew he was going to put it on, whether he wanted to or not (well, poor choice of words. He'd want it alright). As previously stated, they all already had necklaces, and he doubted even they were that gaudy. Adagio began lightly humming, and then he felt his perspective of it change. He quickly saw the value in it. Great value. Wearing it would feel awesome. His conscience told him that whether it was going to turn him into one of them (not a pleasant picture), steal his soul, or take control of his mind, putting it on would be wrong. But the urge to obey was too great, making the experience like stealing from the cookie jar. He carefully took the pendant from her hands, and pulled it around his neck.

The moment it was clipped on in the back, his head felt like it’d exploded from all the changes his mind got.

He had to do things. Things he didn’t really want to do, but he knew he had to. He also knew things, things that outlined the doom of CHS, and possibly the world.

He also had to obey them. They didn’t need their voices to make him want to do things anymore, now, he knew he’d obey them like they were his teachers and bosses and foster parents (if he actually obeyed those) all in one. He knew when one of these girls (he still didn’t know their names) wanted something, he could not want to do it, but was going to.

“No! No! No!” His angel continued for fight the losing battle against the most advanced magic on earth. “There’s nothing stopping you! Run! Fight back! Disobey! Do something! You’re being fucking brainwashed again! Well, technically mind controlled because it's an external force, but still!”

But that was just what they wanted him to think.

After a few seconds, enough time for his brain to both fully receive his new gift, and for him to figure out the implications of what his new purpose in life, the three sirens all pinched their now glowing necklaces and rolled their eyes back in a very suggestive manner. The Dazzlings may enjoy regular food, but they’d never understand how anyone could ever be happy having never fed off a bar fight or hate-fueled murder. To feel emotions, particularly negative ones, flow out from someone else and pierce your body, then spread out slowly until your every cell feels a warmth and satisfaction that tells you that you now wield true power, and can use it as you wish? Yes, they'd already killed for that feeling.

Martin of course, had many questions, but he’d also had questions about the whole Fall Formal fiasco, and those still hadn’t all been answered, so he tried his best to push them to the back of his mind.

As they tasted him, Aria, Adagio and Sonata were all certain they’d chosen their new pawn wiseley. He was gorgeous, but also delicious. Like a chocolate dildo. Every emotion from every person had its own particular feeling, and Martin’s, just like everything else about him, felt built for their abuse. Fear, anger and. . . Was that lust already?

All three of them felt it, and while they still fed, they all snapped out of their eating daze to look straight at him again.

Yes, that was definitely lust they tasted, and the information they gleamed as it first entered them told them it was at least partially for them.

When he’d first realized he was now the carrier for the worst STI in the world, and he was going to spread it, he instinctively envisioned how, and the sight terrified the still prevalent angel on he shoulder. The devil though, was the reason the pre-rendered (he had fantasies to) images kept getting clearer and clearer.

Sunset? Fluttershy? Rarity? Pinkie? even principals Celestia and Luna? He was going to, for lack of a better word, claim them all. The only limits came in the form of said mistresses.

Speaking of whom, Canterlot was full of attractive people, but there was something special about these three (besides the obvious of course).

Their faces were flawless, and their figures were impeccable, but they were somehow. . . aggressive in their teenage beauty. They wore brightly colored and all around very stylized clothes that could catch an eye from a mile away, and the same effort had clearly gone into their flashy hairstyles.

Martin barely tried to deny it, he was attracted to them, the same way he was to Sunset Shimmer when she was still a bitch.

Adagio returned his gaze to the helpless boy in front of her, and looked down to see the slowly growing mound in his crotch.

“Slut.” She taunted with a smile, and grabbed him by the hips and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss.

All of a sudden Martin felt Adagio’s impossibly warm body pressed tight against his, massive breasts sandwiching against his chest, and after a second, dexterous tongue snaking past his open lips and into his mouth, where she proceeded to dance it around. A minute ago, he wouldn’t even have flinched, but this time, he raised his arms in shock and widened his eyes in surprise, as any normal man would at in such a sudden attack.

The realization that his conscience and desires could once again be synchronized and that he could react according was almost as big a surprise as the kiss. But any new hope he may have had was dashed when he realized he didn’t feel like pushing Adagio away.

After about six seconds into the kiss, Aria had to adjusted to the constant flow of lust, and decided to experience some herself. She circled around behind Martin, momentarily scaring him, since they seemed to be made of unpleasant surprises. But after she disappeared behind his immobile head, he felt two small warm hands on his lowed back, that then slid down under his pants and underwear, and onto his toned hairless male ass.

His arms had returned to rest at his sides (he couldn’t hold them up forever, but their was no way he was resting them on Adagio), but they shot up again at the sudden intrusion, and were kept up when Aria started squeezing and kneading. And when she started using her thumbs to part his cheeks and run along his crack, occasionally brushing her nails painlessly against his sphincter, he actually started give tiny spasms and what sounded an awful lot like moans.

“No, don’t do that! I’m not enjoying this! I can’t enjoy this!” his conscience beat the dead horse, but his erection that was now poking Adagio in the stomach said otherwise. And what’s worse, both his attackers opened their eyes and gave jolts when the third, and probably tastiest emotion they were to gleam from their new fucktoy hit them.

Their sex slave, and tool for conquering this apparent school of magic, was meant to be an attractive boy so it wouldn’t take too much magic to get girls to have sex with him (not even Discord could make Snips work for this plan). The Dazzling, even in their weakened state, could easily have forgone the lust inducing aspect of the charm to simply sing girls into fucking him, but even their sorcery couldn’t modify the necklace to infect people more than three at a time, so that was hardly a practical solution. As such, every ounce of the necklace magical supply that was making a girl horny enough to rape the carrier on the spot (there was no time for intimacy or buildup) wasn’t being used to keep the carrier in line. It was when he was being actively pinned down and raped that Martin would have the best chance of escape, and that spoke volumes about his situation.

Of course, it would be plausible for the Dazzlings to modify the carrier necklace to draw from the siren ones faster as to surpass this problem and control the victim so well the inside voice would disappear, but being who, or what, they were, they’d taken one look at the necklace instructions and knew it didn’t need any improvements.

Every bit of their slave’s genuine (which was even tastier than artificial) fear, anger, lust, and hatred, directed at both their captors and themselves, they’d gobble up since he was already under their control. While he was still growing their army, Martin Saylin would be their personal waiter of the tastiest emotions. Not to mention, long before they’d even chosen him, they’d spent evenings in their apartment talking about how they’d force him to wear the sluttiest male clothes they could find in public, tie him up with intricate ropework in the center of the auditorium to be gang banged by their army while they watched, maybe even suspend the control part of the curse to give him a head start.

They had plans for their new toy, and those plans, they could see, were proceeding even better than expected.

Finally, after no less than 30 continuous seconds of locked lips, Adagio pulled out with a loud smack, and looked Martin in the eyes, her hands still on his hips.

“So. . . What’s your name again?” She asked

“Martin Saylin.” He replied immediately, but with a natural sounding voice.

“A stupid slutty name for a stupid slutty boy.” Aria said in his ear while giving his ass another tight squeeze. Martin’s conscience took time out of complaining to wonder how exactly she justified that comment, even in the form of a taunt, but then Adagio posed a truly terrifying question:

“So, Martin. One: don’t worry, we’ll get you a more appropriate name soon. Two: Where can we be alone in this school?”

The door to the underground heater room shut with a thud and a click, and the four teenagers were alone. Seeing that here was no manual lock, but satisfied that they wouldn’t be disturbed, Aria turned around and joined her sisters in eyeing up their new toy.

Martin stood at the other side of the quiet, empty save for the heaters on the left, room with an unassuming expression hiding his fear.

As he’d answered Adagio’s question, and lead them deeper and deeper into the bowels of the school to the place he knew was best for rapeing someone, he’d done three things with his mind.

Firstly, he’d gotten terrified. With each rounded corner, with each flight of stairs, with each opened door, he felt the second (don’t ask) most terrible experience of his life coming. He’d heard stories about getting raped of course. About how you feel completely and utterly helpless as not just all power, but all your worth as a human being is taken away, and you become someone else's puppet. Martin had never been callous about these stories, but he’d felt terrified and helpless in situations that didn’t involve rape. But needless to say, if by some miracle he escaped from his current predicament, he wouldn’t be watching hentai for a while.

Secondly, he’d stopped screaming at himself mentally to stop, or at least tried. He was afraid, but there was no point. At least before the necklace, he wanted to obey their orders. That desire wasn’t his own of course, but it felt at least plausible that if he could tell what was a command (which wasn’t very hard), he could overcome it with enough willpower. After the necklace though, the desire to serve Sonata, Adagio and Aria became far more comparable to spasming when your knee is hit than to getting an erection when anticipating sex. He couldn’t stop, he couldn’t cry out, he couldn’t even give himself a glum facial expression, so he’d taken a few mental deep breaths, and tried his best to, not accept his fate, but trust it was out of his control. But that proving to be as much of a losing battle as fighting the necklace.

And thirdly, despite his best attempts to think of disembowelment and tumors and his own death, the promise of sex with these lovely young women had proved too great, and he’d remained hard. A fact which was not lost on him as they all stared at him contemplatively.

Each one had their own ideas, but Adagio was the first to say anything.

“Strip.”

Martin instantly thought of a dozen ways to subvert the order; He could do it incredibly slowly, he could ask for specific directions, he could throw his shoes at them. But he was never ordered not to scream for help or kick the crap out of them once the necklace was on. Serving them to the best of his ability was one of the goals that’d been forced on his mind. With neither hesitation nor great haste Martin grabbed the hem of his shirt and peeled it up over his head, baring his hairless chest and abs, which were approved of judging by their collective brow raising, smiles, and satisfied *hmmmmm*s the girls gave.

He tossed it to the side between the boilers, then picked up his right foot and slid his shoe and sock off, then did the same for his left foot.

Seeing that he had no place to go put onto his pants, both parties tensed themselves in the second it took for his hands to reach his waist.

“Here goes nothing,” was the only thought Martin felt even remotely suited the situation. Without a belt (his erection proving the only obstacle) he simply shoved down, and both his jeans and underwear dropped to the floor.

To his slight surprise, the Dazzlings didn’t recoil in shock either at the sight of his 7”, or the shame and despair he was feeding them. They had seen and tasted better, but he’d never felt worse.

The slightly warm air on his whole body, but especially his member felt like Arctic winds. Tearing up or looking down didn’t feel like what they would want, so he stared back at the grinning faces of the three most evil women in the world as far as he was concerned, and waited for his next horrible command. He wasn’t disappointed, because Adagio once again took the initiative, and issued one of her favorites.

“Kiss my boot,” she held out her purple gold ringed low heel. Her sisters looked at her both annoyed and amused. She’d done the same with almost all of their toys when they first got them (provided she was wearing footwear she was proud of). Even after all these years, she still cared this much about being in charge.

Martin to, knew what it meant. And while he’d already told himself to give up, the voice came back full force, telling him that he couldn’t just throw away his dignity, and allow himself to become a cliched subordinate.

He closed the distance between them and knelt down, holding her shoe up with both hands and bringing it to his mouth. In the tight air, Sonata, Aria, and Martin could already smell, the moisture accumulating in her purple clad crotch.

“Why the fuck did I think a few fucking extra credits was worth this?” Martin thought as he put his lips to to smooth fabric, and kissed. And kissed again. And kissed again. She couldn’t even feel the kisses through her boots, but Adagio gave a faint moan.

Martin remembered his positivity training, and was thankful she hadn’t asked him to lick their soles, so at least him psychopathic super-powered rapist was sanitary. He continued to plant light kisses on her shoes for about a minute, before Adagio gave him a second challenge.

“Say you’re a slut.”

“I’m a slut,” he said flatly between pecks.

“Say you like to have naughty things stuck up your butt.”

“I like to have naught things stuck up my butt.”

“Say you love me, and I’m special, and I’m pleasant company!” Sonata blurted out.

Martin actually stopped kissing to join Adagio and Aria in staring at her.

“What?” she shrugged. “You guys never say it.”

Satisfied Sonata was an idiot, they turned back to Martin, who was about to resume kissing.

“Enough.” She pulled her foot away. “Time to really test the merchandise. Start matsurbating.”

Martin stood up, and they all stood back. He wrapped his cock with his hand, and felt just the tiniest bit of hope when he found it’d somewhat softened.

However, he was now obligated to properly masturbate, and so he felt like he needed to call upon images of titty fucking Fluttershy, eating out Rainbow Dash, and being ridden by Sunset. And then Aria gave a light groan, and he was snapped back to the sight in front of him, which only made things worse

He’d been brought down to the basement not out of pragmatism (their sense of dress showed they had very little), but because they wanted to play. As such, Aria was biting her lip and twitching her fingers, Adagio was fumbling with her belt, and Sonata was leaning against the wall, cupping her breast, and sticking her fingers under her blue panties. Needless to say, but painful to admit, that got Martin going again. His cock returned to the steel rod it they’d been promised, and he pumped harder and faster and faster and harder.

The sight of three strangely dressed girls and one undressed boy jerking off to each other would have been a very strange one were there any outside observers. Sonata and Adagio had barely even started proper when they tasted the very strong, certain type of lust, combined with a similarly specific sense of fear they were all too familiar with.

Martin was close, they were evil, so Sonata’s first (obeyed) command:

“Stop”

… Shouldn’t have surprised anyone.

Martin’s hand returned to his side, and he winced in the pain and thrusts his hips forward, an orgasm stolen from his for the first time in his life.

“C’mon man, really?” he asked himself rhetorically as he realized how he’d just made himself look. He’d heard that a rape victim supposedly enjoying it it was always bullshit, so he was obviously seriously questioning his personal integrity.

Sonata stood up off the wall, and walked up to him. Her comrades both looked on with a bit of intrigue, wondering what Sonata was going to do. They’d done a similar dance with boys a thousand times before, and Sonata was the only one with even the slightest bit of unpredictability.

Sonata knelt down in front of Martin, and looked him in the eye as she began unlacing her jacket.

“Oh boy,” the two A’s thought as they stepped around the side for a better view.

“Oh fuck,” Martin thought as she undid the last lace and shrugged the jacket off, leaving behind her pink t-shirt from which her nipples threatened to burst through. They fed off negative emotions, and they all felt great, so do the math as to how Martin was feeling at this point.

He was a fucktoy, or at least, he was about to become one. He’d already been forced to perform one of the most private acts a man had in his repertoire in front of them for their amusement, and he’d enjoyed it, but he still wouldn’t feel properly raped until they’d made him cum with their flesh. And when they finally did steal his first time from him and put all his future experiences in the light of violation (not realizing, or course, that they all looked to be violations in their own right), he had a sinking feeling he’d enjoy it.

His train of terror and self misery was derailed, however, when Sonata peeled her shirt off, and he saw she’d either forgotten a bra today, or was just that impatient to show them to people. Breasts, the largest bare he’d ever seen in person (okay, he admitted it wasn’t a very long list, but they were still pretty big), stood just inches below his cock. Massive breasts (that were in also abundance at CHS) had always played major roles in his fantasies. His member twitched at the notion of what he knew was about to come, but he also felt like feeling her body forced on his might just kill him.

Sonata cupped each of her sizable melons, and didn’t even give Martin the chance to tense himself before she straightened up and swallowed his entire length with her milk tanks.

Martin gave another groan and shut his eyes as this happened. The warm air of the room, plus Sonata’s emotion fueled body made her cleavage a tiny furnace. Still though, it was soft. Impossibly soft. Like perfectly rounded and full pillows. He’d only ever felt the angularity of his own hands on her penis, so this was very new to him.

Sonata gave an open-mouthed smile at Martin’s reaction, and started to pump. At first quite slowly, pressing her tits against his length as hard as possibly without hurting herself, and sliding up and down slowly to ensure massive damage. And every time she overshot a slide up, his tip felt her cloudlike softness for just a split second. Martin was able to keep his eyes clenched shut because he didn’t think it would hinder them in anyway, but obviously it did nothing to hinder the onslaught of crotchly pleasure.

“Stop. Please stop,” he tried his best to make his primary thought. He’d never wanted his first time to be like this. Maybe wearing diapers, but not like this.

Then Sonata flicked her tongue across his tip, and he opened his eyes, only to roll them back with another groan. Then she did it a second time, more sloppily this time, and then a third and so on until the entire upper half of his underside was lubed with her saliva.

And she continued to pump, smearing it further. Warm, wet liquid between his dick and soft walls? He imagined this was what a real pussy would feel like. Also, it felt absolutely fucking wonderful, and that’s why he felt himself coming close.

Again, he closed his eyes, and willed himself to concentrate on something else. Once again, tumors, disemboweled bodies and genocide victims failed to do the trick, but then his dick felt her breasts slide down briefly, and it cold and free again as it whapped back into his stomach.

He opened his eyes, and saw Sonata kneeling below his glistening prick, hard, but now aching dick with a triumphant smile on her face

“Oh crap,” he felt another groan and air hump coming, and it came, so he groaned and humped the air, desperately trying to finish himself off. He’d heard that denial hurt, but he’d never really believed it until now. “Seriously?! Isn’t this all just torture enough?”

But as they pain and haze wore off, he asked himself if he’d really just been mind controlled into getting titfucked by a demon girl, and if he’d really enjoyed it. Fear, anger, hatred, regret, but most prominently, disbelief, washed over him. Like the Fall Formal, he realized that he’d initially just accepted events as they played out, but once it was over, and he had some time to think, it just seemed, no matter how vividly he remembered it and how much time passed without him waking up, like it could never have happened.

But if this was a dream, when he saw Aria walking towards him out of the corner of his eye, it just went from Little Nemo to Nightmare on Elm Street territory.

“Alright. Dag, you’ve had your foot fetish, and Sonny, you’ve had your sentimentalism,”

“I have no idea what that means, but go ahead,” Sonata said below him.

“Yeah, go ahead. You always did do this part best,” Adagio complimented.

Martin turned his head to look Aria in the face.

“It’s time for the big girls to play. On your back, Cutie Pie, which is your new name now. Now!”

Martin wasn’t sure whether to take his new name as a compliment, since Aria seemed more like a “Slut” or “Whore” kind of person. Okay, poor phrasing, but his only real concern was the confusion that might arise when she found out about Pinkie. Anyway, he obeyed with surprising haste, despite the cold concrete floor biting his naked body, and laid his head back uncomfortably, looking up at a now stripping Aria.

She tossed away her cut up jacket, then peeled off her white crop top showing she at least had the modesty for a purple bra to cover her seemingly even larger breasts. She then undid her star belt through and unseen mechanism and discarded it, and quickly took off both her boots and socks and did the same. He wished his heart beat or breath could react accordingly to the terror he felt as he sensed what was about to happen.

But was he really all that terrified? He had to be, right? He may have gotten a bigger erection if Freddy Kruger really did turn up and do his thing to the three of them, but as she peeled down her pants and underwear at the same time, revealing a puffy, dripping hairless pussy, he thought back to the genocide pictures he’d summoned earlier, and the idea of fucking one of those women helped put things in perspective.

By now, the air of the room was thick with the smell of sex, but it was about to get a whole lot worse. Now clad in only her purple bra, Aria stepped one foot over Martin to straddle him, and looked down with her hands proudly on her hips.

“So, Cutie Pie, are you a virgin?”

“Yes” Martin answered casually, preoccupied with the worm’s eye view her pussy and tits.

She got down on her hands and knees, hanging her nipples just inches from Martin’s, and giving him and even better view of her cleavage.

“Well then,” she looked down to properly position herself. “You’re first time’s about to be with the most powerful and gorgeous girl on Earth, and all the other times can be with whomever you want.”

Suddenly, she shifted downwards, and all at once Martin felt his entire cock in the warmest, wettest, tightest place it’d found since a recently used hot water faucet (that was the first worse experience of his life).

Martin expectedly gasped, and spread his arms out at the sudden sensation. Aria only rolled her eyes back a bit (though his girth still felt wonderful), and quickly recovered to pin his arms in place. Her face was now directly above his, and she extended her legs to bring it even closer.

“Where the hell is all your suffering coming from?”

With that, she gave him a lasting, passionate, but aggressive kiss, and began humping and squeezing him with equal ferocity.

Martin was now in sensory overload. His eyes were a beige and purple blur, his nose was all but clogged from the smell of arousal (which he sensed three sources of), and he couldn’t hear a grunt or a slap he couldn’t also feel.

Her kiss felt less like a tongue, and more like having a snake moving around in it. He felt in danger of choking, she pushed so far in. Her grip on his arms to, he noticed, was surprisingly strong. He didn’t care that he was pinned down; he was already used to the lack of control, but the weight of an entire person on top of him, pushing him into the hard floor, was one of the least of, but still a significant, new and frightening feelings he got that day.

But when she finally pulled out of the kiss, and his initial shock started to wear off, he realized Aria had some semblance of a point with her earlier comment.

She slid up and down both his body and dick, coordinating every movement perfectly so that when she came up, his whole shaft was threatened with isolation. But then would shove back down and swallow him whole again and giving it the intense feeling of belonging.

She was also an expert with her pussy, squeezing and contracting so rapidly and stimulatingly, it felt like she had a whole nother hand in her snatch (okay, Martin was on a bad word choice hot streak).

Aria’s smiling face was now a blur of motion, not a blur of close upness. Martin took a chance and looked down her to see her breasts jiggling significantly in above his chest with her every pump. He also realized that she was pistoning him like a steam engine, and he yet he couldn't hear even the smallest rasp from her. And when she did use her mouth, she used it to say two cliches at once.

“That’s it, Cutie Pie! Quit playing hard to get and show us all how much you love serving us!”

When she said this, Martin realized she was right, at least in the sense he was coming close again. He was going to cum inside of her, possibly even get her pregnant. He’d come close with his hand, and closer with Sonata’s breasts, but was this really going to be his first time?

No. Not if he could help it. Martin shut his eyes, and turned his head to the side, trying his damndest to focus on absolutely everything that wasn’t the warm, tights walls milking his dick. 8+7=15. Colonel Kurtz was named Colonel Leighley during filming. Four score and seven years ago… Oh c’mon boy, if you had any will in you we’d never been able to control you.

“Wait, I didn’t say that last one!” he realized, but he also noticed something else. The Trivial Pursuit wasn’t working, but he was still “holding back”, as he believed it was called. He’d never done it before, so he wasn’t sure how he knew how to clench his muscles and block the bursting passage, but she’d never ordered him to to have sex with her, so there was still hope.

Thirty seconds later (which they all admitted wasn’t bad for a first timer), he screamed through his clenched teeth, arched his back, and emptied his balls into her pussy.

The feeling of cum blasting against her inner walls was also beaten only by tasting a violent argument, so Sonata rolled her eyes back and came as well.

For 18 consecutive years, each of them felt their juices spray into and each other as their eyes rolled so far back, it’d be a miracle if they ever saw again. Aria was in absolute bliss, but Martin’s whole life and conscience flashed before his eyes.

If what Aria said was true (which it technically was), he’d just, no he still was shooting his load into the next great villain of CHS because he was too weak. Dignity and hope fled from his as fast as his sperm did, and when all three were empty, he collapsed on the floor, hoping his heart would give out like the rest of him so he wouldn’t have to continue.

But he still had a mission, and Aria still had superhuman stamina. She stopped with only the slightest of sighs, and looked down at his dead expression with yet another malicious grin.

“So, Cutie Pie, weren’t you supposed to give us a tour?”