The sex was energetic, forceful, but as often as they shoved me down I shoved back. I didn't dare feed, but neither did I feel them try the same. It's hard to say it wasn't fun, but there are other ponies—other sirens—I would have much rather been with.

For a time my world was large, slick sea creatures. They reminded me enough of Feather Bangs that their forms built my arousal, but their personalities poisoned the experiences down to barely enjoyable.

All three of us were relaxing and recovering after our exertions. A sound tickled at my ears and drew me to look up. The front door was opening, and I had a moment of excitement—surely it would be Feather Bangs coming in.

"Masters! I delivered the message!" The feminine voice belonged to Snuggles, of course.

Grunge squirmed beside me. I was still within Rock, and the movement caused me to shift inside her. Rock and I groaned at the same time, but it was Grunge her lifted herself free and, with a flicker of her magic, was once more wearing the form of a pony.

"What did he say?" Grunge shook herself off, and I couldn't help but admire her form. Sirens, no matter what disguise they wear, truly were beautiful beyond measure.

Snuggles looked a little worried now. She took a step back from Grunge and lowered her head. "M-Master! He said—said, 'Keep him. He is a weak and useless colt.'"

Perking her ears, Grunge faltered for a step, then moved faster. She rushed at Snuggles and pressed her snout to the mare's ear. I couldn't hear what she sang, but I watched as Snuggles wobbled, then fell to her belly.

"Come, little minnow. Your previous master might not have recognized your strength, but we have." Grunge's voice was tinged with her song, and sounded more and more inviting.

I tried to stand, but had to back up a little before I could properly disengage from Rock. My movement earned a groan from Rock, but it was Grunge I was focused on. She was a beautiful mare from any angle, but with her tail flicking, and me looking at her mostly from behind, she was not just beautiful but desirous.

"Come and feed for the first time, properly, as a siren should. Can't you taste her on the air? There is nothing she can do and she knows it."

I nodded my head and took a deep breath. There was a glut of power—just like Grunge said. The meal called to me, as did Grunge's form, but my mind was working through a puzzle. If Snuggles quoted Feather correctly, then something wasn't right. Feather Bangs had never called me a colt. He had never hinted that he even liked using the word to describe anypony or anyfish.

Instead of walking up beside Grunge, instead I mounted her. I had no stamina left to speak of, but I hoped it would buy me time. "If I am to join you, then let's make the moment perfect."

Grunge pushed back as I thrust forward. Her body captured mine and we were joined physically. While I began a slow rhythm, Grunge shifted her back again and again, meeting my thrusts with her own silken grip.

The feast before me was beckoning, and the hunger I had entered the city with was worse for the physical stress I had put myself through. All I needed to do was lean a little further forward and open my mouth. I did so, of course. The smell of Snuggles' helplessness was heavy and the taste was already on my tongue before the first bite.

"Feed…" Grunge's voice, imbued with power, swelled around me.

I exhaled and prepared to take a bite. I was already turning into a siren, why not try another flavor?

"Oh, ah-oh!"

The masculine voice shattered Grunge's spell. I closed my mouth without taking a bite and slowly turned toward the window—a little smile tugged at my lips.

"When you appeared before me my heart stopped beating, stars crossed the sky to come see what I was seeing." The door crashed open, its lock unable to withstand Smooth Vibes' charge. On Smooth's back, however, was the pony singing: Feather Bangs. "You were the one, that made me believe I could fly!"

Stereo Mix and Glamor Trot leaned just their heads in. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

I reared up a little higher and shoved down as hard as I could. Grunge, caught by surprise, collapsed under me and I started to pull free of her.

Feather Bangs slid across the floor to beside me, laying on his side. "Birds could not sing a song that's as beautiful, I'd do anything, that's irrefutable." I'd heard his song before, of course, but he wasn't singing it to Sugar Belle this time—he was singing it to me.

Behind me I heard Rock moving, swirling, getting her body into the air. The sound of her mouth opening and lungs filling worried me.

"'Cause you are the sun! Painting my heart in the sky!" Singing on, Feather Bangs stared up at me as if I was everything to him. It pained my heart to see him so open, so bare.

"Whoa-oh, oh!" Stereo, Glamour, and Smooth all had Feather Bangs' backing now, and they posed perfectly behind him.

"You can't stop this, you can't try!" Rock's voice was harsh, discordant. She cut through Feather Bangs' love song like a rusty, chipped sword.

"We are fed and you're bone dry!" Dispelling her disguise as she rose from the floor, Grunge's voice was even worse than Rock's. She was out of tune and even fighting against what little tone Rock had produced. "Give up, Surrender. Your song doesn't even fly."

To my shock, however, Feather Bangs and my brothers didn't pay any attention to the two female sirens.

"Little-little fish, whoa-oh!"

"When will you tell me that you feel the same?" His eyes locked on mine, Feather Bangs brushed away all my thoughts of Grunge and Rock.

I returned his gaze, and we sang together. "Like an angel on a candy cane, or the sunlight shining through a drain!"

Reaching a hoof down to him, I pulled Feather Bangs to his hooves, and our lips touched. Enchantment, magic, power. He fed me adoration and I drank it down. I heard Grunge and Rock trying to sing their own song, the horrid tone scratching at the edges of the tune Feather bangs had built, but with my voice having joined in the female sirens' voices were nothing.

Feather broke the kiss first. "Be my sugarplum."

I couldn't stop the music, it was thrumming through me like a tornado. "I will be your watermelon."

"Every time you smile…"

"…I can feel my heart a-swellin'."

The first time I'd heard his love ballad I'd grown increasingly angry at it, but now it was aimed at me I couldn't be happier. Part of me wondered if that is what annoyed me all along.

A gasp for breath drew everyone's attention toward Rock and Grunge. Both sirens stared at us with fury in their eyes.

"You tricked us?!" Rock's voice trembled with barely suppressed fury.

"Eeyup." It was an old word for me now, but never had it been more appropriate. "You were always gonna lead Feather back here. All Ah had to do was waste your time. It was fun, kinda, but you're too pushy."

"Pushy?" Glamour Trot smacked the side of his mouth with a hoof in dismay. "For shame, girls. What did you go doing that for?"

Grunge screamed, drew a breath, and I watched power gather in her throat.

Feather Bangs' lips brushed my cheek, and he turned his head to face Grunge. Soft pink power built in Feather's mouth, and I watched it leap out to be met by a pale yellow light from Grunge.

Their magic burned in the air; a huge orb had formed where the two beams met, and it crackled with destructive potential. Feather Bangs took a step toward Grunge.

Rock jumped beside Grunge, opened her mouth, and added her own magic to their side. If the extra power against him worried Feather, however, he didn't show it.

Another step. Another. As he got closer and closer to Rock and Grunge, Feather Bangs pushed their power back further. I walked at his side, my shoulder and hip rubbing his with each step. A touch at my other side revealed Glamour Trot, and I looked across Feather Bangs' back to see Stereo Mix and Smooth Vibes on his other side.

We were like a wave, dragged along with Feather Bangs and pushing him. His bright pink magic had split, and each end of the torrents of energy ended in a ball of power just a hoof's length away from Rock and Grunge.

"A siren," Glamour Trot said, "can have their affinity shifted in two ways. The first involves feeding a young siren a glut of a new energy type—which is what they were going to do to you, little fish—while the second involves combat. A greater siren can overwhelm another's defenses and power, and force their own food down their throat.

"This is not easy, nor common, but you are about to witness it." Glamour turned his face toward me and kissed my cheek. "You did well to distract them for so long, little fish, but now let our master do his thing."

I blushed at the intimate touch, caught staring into Glamour Trot's eyes. A flicker from the corner of my eye. Turning to face the action, I realized that Rock, Grunge, and Feather Bangs had all stopped blasting their magic out, but the two orbs of power remained just before Rock and Grunge.

"Did anyfish send you here, or did you come on your own?" Feather's voice was soft with not a hint of emotion.

"W-W-We thought—" Rock began, but was hit by Grunge.

"You feed on adoration. We've heard of you!" Grunge almost spat in Feather Bangs' face. "You don't frighten me!"

"When you return to your clan, tell them I won't send any more of their little fish back to them. Tell them quick, though, I don't know how they'll react to two of their fish feeding on adoration instead of helplessness." Opening his mouth wide, Feather Bangs delivered a perfect note to the air.

The two orbs slammed into Rock and Grunge, shoved down each's throat. The backwash of power smashed out the side of the building, and as the debris fell around them, Feather Bangs sang another note that shot the two sirens out toward the sea.

I stared at the display of power. Feather Bangs hadn't reverted to his siren form at all during the fight, and seeing not just the apparently tricky procedure that retuned both Rock and Grunge's feeding habits, but also him blast them away with raw power shocked me.

Still standing, staring, mouth agape, I wasn't ready when Feather turned toward me and booped my nose with a hoof. "Come on, little fish, time to tell the Royal Guard their problem is dealt with." But I saw his eyes shift, turning to a slumped heap of pony on the floor.

I turned to look at the mare I knew only as Snuggles. "They were feeding off her. They used her to distract me while they—"

"While they tried to steal my little fish. She is blameless in this, of course." Feather Bangs stepped over to Snuggles. "Miss? Miss?" A thin trail of magic flowed out of Feather's mouth, and I could hear him whistling a small song. Where the magic touched Snuggles—her nose—it seemed to flood into her.

She snapped her eyes open and tilted her head up. Her lips met Feather's, and I felt a little envious—his kisses were that good. "W-What happened?"

"You just woke up. I'm sure you had a long and strange dream." Feather Bangs' trail of magic tugged from Snuggles' nose to her ears. It spiraled and split apart, delivering his will directly to the parts of her most susceptible to it. "Can you stand up?"

Snuggles struggled a little, then twice as hard when the source of the magic enchanting her drew back. Her hooves found the floor and she got to wobbly feet. "O-Of course. That was the strangest dream. Who are you?"

Feather breathed a few powerful notes out, and I watched the mare's aura suddenly flood with brightness. "My name's Feather Bangs. What's yours?"

"Summercrisp," Snuggles, or I guess it's Summercrisp now, said. "Summercrisp Pear."

Something inside me snapped at the name. Ever since the revelations we'd learned about our parents, Applejack, Apple Bloom, and myself had felt connected to the Pear family as much as the Apples we had always been. I felt myself moving, and I was soon beside Feather. "S-Summercrisp Pear? Do you know Grand Pear?"

Summercrisp blinked and looked at me. I watched her carefully nod (probably sensible considering what she was waking up from.) "H-He's my grandpa. Do you know him?"

Feather Bangs whispered a few more words to the air—that I couldn't catch—but his magic gave a last push into Summercrisp. Her eyes widened a little, and I watched her lips part. "Little fish, take care of her. Make sure her memories of sirens are happy ones. No feeding." And with that he turned and led the way, with Glamour, Stereo, and Smooth, out the broken front door.

"I-I…" My throat ran dry. Feather's words were less than ambiguous, but did he know we were cousins? Soft warmth touched my lips, and I realized Summercrisp was kissing me. For half a second I was shocked, and ready to break it off, but then her tongue poked through and I felt a rise in passion again. Summercrisp's desires were obvious—her needs plain.

Her lips were hungry and soon got the reply from me that she wanted. I pressed forward, my eyes fluttering closed as I kissed Summercrisp back. My ears could vaguely hear Feather Bangs, outside the house, explaining something with smooth tones. He'd given me a task, and even if feeding wasn't my goal, I was going to ensure Summercrisp felt good.

Breaking the kiss, I ran my tongue from the base of her chin up and over her nose. "This is your home?" My only reply was a nod. "Bedrooms are upstairs?" Another nod. "On my back, little filly."

I felt Summercrisp's chest press to my rump, then she pushed herself forward like a stallion on a mare. For a brief moment I wondered if she knew how ready I made myself for other stallions, but the notion she knew how free with myself I was faded—she was playing a game. "Oh no! Miss! What are you doing?"

The pure giggle Summercrisp made was as much music to my ears as what Feather Bangs had produced, but I was quick to realize that she was only capable of such because of his music. "Putting a naughty colt in his place." Her groin, devoid of anything able to penetrate me, shoved against my rump with a firm thrust of her hips, but then she climbed up further.

She shifted herself about atop me, and I was aware of just how good it felt to be with a mare who was having fun. The sirens had been having fun, too, but just the scent of Summercrisp made me long to hear her laughter. She was a pony—she was food.

I was more comfortable with thinking of ponies as food mostly because they were. The main issue, however, was that we weren't actually harming them. What was more, seeing what Feather Bangs had done here brought it back home: he had defended the city against two monsters.

"Where to, milady?" I turned my head to see Summercrisp living up to the first name I'd given her: she was sprawled on my back with a deliriously happy smile on her face. When she didn't respond, I tried again. "Milady, where to?"

Opening her eyes just enough to make sure I was watching, Summercrisp licked her lips. "My bedroom. Upstairs, first on the left."

"Of course." I started walking for the stairs, slowly ascended them—while Summercrisp rubbed her belly against my back, and looked into what was definitely her bedroom. "Would milady like a bath?"

Her aura flickered and pulsed in a way I recognized as delight before she even replied. "You know what? A bath sounds wonderful. Next room on the left."

Sure enough, the next room was a bathroom. I walked in, with Summercrisp still on my back, and began running the bath. My training at Bath Salts' hooves rushed back to me, and although Summercrisp was a little more intimate than Bath had ever been the procedures transferred quite nicely.

She was quiet while the bath filled, and even as I stepped in to let her slide to the water she kept quiet. The water itself was just above tepid, and both my hooves that sank into it trembled a little with a desire to dive in completely. Water was my natural environment after all.

"Ohhh…" With Summercrisp in the water I reached for her bath equipment—soft brush and soap. She offered me her back, and so I began the task of cleaning her.

It didn't take long for me to be done with her back and what of her sides I could reach. "Turn over please, milady." My voice broke some trance that held her, and with my hooves guiding she rolled over. "Thank you."

I began under Summercrisp's neck, working down to her chest and barrel. She stared up at me, spellbound, as I began to clean her dainty forelegs. Once even the hooves of her forelegs were cleaned, I returned to her belly and started down further.

Bath Salts had warned me that some mares had oversensitive teats, some had prominent ones (usually a sign of recent foaling), and some mares wouldn't want to be touched there at all. I tested the waters, gently stroking closer and closer to Summercrisp's udder until I leaned down and blew warm air over the sensitive flesh. "Does milady wish the full treatment?"

"I… She does." Her voice was caught between giggle and gasp.

I proceeded. The soft brush circled the sensitive flesh of her udder, then carefully I worked it between Summercrisp's teats. My work earned me a moan with no hint of pain in it—I continued.

While I kept one hoof gently stroking around her udder—earning me the happiest sounds from Summercrisp yet—I cleaned one back leg and then the other. Her aura was bright and swollen, the damage from Rock and Grunge barely noticeable.

She'd already given me permission for intimacy, but I still took the final massage slow. My hoof trailed the soft brush down the inside of her thigh and around behind her. I made sure it missed her vulva and anus, but came back in for her dock. I knew what she'd be thinking—whether I would touch her—but I quickly put her mind to rest. While I brushed Summercrisp's dock with the brush, my hoof traced up and along her vulva.

Despite Feather Bangs' efforts, I was still hungry. Part of me wanted to push Summercrisp down and pin her in place while I rutted her, but that wasn't me. I rubbed her slowly with one hoof while I reached along her perineum to her udder again.

Summercrisp made happy little gasps as I stroked slowly along her rear lips, but it seemed to be my gentle pinching of each teat that got the most reaction. She twitched her legs—both of them—no matter which nipple I tweaked. Seeing an opportunity, I opened my mouth and captured her left-rear hoof between my lips.

While stroking her fire higher, I sucked and licked at her hoof. The soft pad of her frog twitched at my touch, but she held her leg steady. Her cry of bliss, when it came, startled me. Though my hoof was a little damp with her discharge, it was plenty slick with the water of the bath as Summercrisp shouted her joy.

Experience, though it wasn't as great as any of my brothers', had taught me to bring her down slowly. I kept my hoof on her vulva still while I slowly rubbed her teats. Her muscles twitched and jolted, the aftershocks my continued attention caused bringing forth more gasps and cries from her lips.

Summercrisp wasn't a cousin to me, she wasn't even the same species as me, but I could make her happier than the previous two sirens in her life, if for just a moment before I had to move on. With one last lick of her frog, I drew my lips from her hoof.

"Would milady wish more?" I asked.

She let out a sound halfway between giggle and squeal. "Milady would like to finish up in this tub before she shrivels up and surrenders herself to the waters forever. Then she would like to go to bed and snuggle."

Snuggling could mean exactly what it sounded like, or it could mean sex. I wouldn't have minded either way—even without Feather's command, Summercrisp was not an unpleasant mare to please. I'd been drawn to her from the crowd, but knowing her more had just made this more fun.

Reaching into the tub I curled my forelegs under Summercrisp and lifted. I set her back on her hooves outside the tub, and set about drying her off. Any time she tried to lift her own hoof, I gently patted it down and continued. I brushed her fur down, then set to work on her mane and tail.

When she was dry and primped, I turned and offered Summercrisp my back again. "Please, milady." I didn't need to see her, or hear her giggle, to know when she was climbing up. She settled her weight on my back again, and stretched her head forward so her snout pressed into my mane. "Where to?"

"Out the door and right. Second door… right." As I walked, she spoke. I turned into the appropriate room and saw a beautiful bed.

I advanced within, using one rear hoof to kick the door closed, and made my way to the bed. The bedroom window was open, letting in a wonderful sea breeze that sang a wonderful song in my nose. I could have almost written poetry I was so happy.

As I closed the window, I heard Stereo Mix's voice from outside. "Our colleague is a doctor, and will take care of the young mare until she is well enough. In the meantime, please keep repairing her house."

I smiled at the simple lie and closed the window. When I turned back to see if Summercrisp had climbed into bed, I could see she had made room behind herself under the covers. She turned her head just enough to spot me watching her.

Walking over to the bed, I didn't hesitate to slide under the covers and pull them up around me. Summercrisp pressed herself back as I pushed forward—there was no sex, only a cuddle.

I was still yawning. We were walking away from Vanhoover, and for one of the first times I was pulling the wagon. It was a wild day, with rough weather blowing in from the North Luna Ocean that the weather pegasi of the city were reluctant to disperse.

Each step I took put more distance between me and Summercrisp. My urge to run back and protect her was strong, but Feather Bangs had already taken care of my worries. I looked to the stallion in question.

Feather had sung a little song to Summercrisp, one that would make her hooves itch for higher ground.

I walked with even, strong steps, not realizing that in my distraction my brothers had fallen back, and Feather Bangs was walking at my side.

"Two days." Feather's voice had an edge of excitement to it. "You distracted those good-for-nothing harpies for two days. Was it just sex?"

"Nnope." Despite everyfish's best efforts I still had a twang to my voice with nope and yup. "They told me early that they wanted a third to hunt with them. They tried to make me into one of them.

"So I figured they wanted a stallion their equal. I tried to go one better."

Feather Bangs let out a little chuckle. "Did it work?"

"I think it almost did. Rock…" I thought back to the wild mare who I'd plowed, even in her siren form, until she was little more than a whimpering mess. "She was full of pep. Tried to wear me down."

Breaking into laughter, Feather Bangs danced a little as he walked beside me. "She tried to tire out one of my boys on her own? Ambition cost her."

"If Grunge didn't take over I think I might have had a chance of just keeping Rock sated." I sighed in counterpoint to Feather's laughter. "But she still had enough to fight you at the end."

"That wasn't a fight, McIntosh. That was a pair of minnows who thought they could take from my sea." Feather Bangs gestured to the surrounding land with a little twist. "All this is mine. I should have sent them back floating with the tide."

The cold certainty in Feather's last few words reminded me that the company I kept was with monsters. I gulped and looked at him, and there was something I needed to know. "Why didn't you?"

"Because they're still kin, and young kin at that. Neither of them has a hope of going scale-to-scale with me for another two hundred years. Besides,"—Feather Bangs shed his cold demeanor like an unwanted cloak—"they showed me how amazing my own little fish was. You took on two powerful sirens—powerful compared to you—and made sure they didn't get what they wanted."

I wasn't ready for the kiss. His lips were soft against my mouth, and just the gentlest touch of his hoof on my cheek stalled the cart and caused me to melt against him.

Then I felt the roar of power.

The kiss became secondary to being fed. I'd been hungry for days—practically running on empty—but Feather was white-hot with power. A sharp sting in my chest jerked my mind back from wallowing in the meal.

Feather Bangs pulled back and glanced down. "I thought that'd do the trick."

I looked at his smirking face before looking down to my chest. A tiny, soft-yellow gemstone rested in my chest. It was embedded in such a way as I couldn't see through it, but I sure could feel it. Magic welled within those yellow depths.

Raising a hoof, I gently touched the flesh around the gem. There were what seemed like veins running to it, but when I touched one with the softest part of my frog, I couldn't feel a pulse. "It's amazing."

"It will grow as you grow. It's part of you now. You're a siren of adoration." Feather Bangs reached up to flick his mane out of his eyes, then nuzzled my cheek. "We'll be in Tall Tale by tomorrow afternoon. I used to have some contacts there, but things have been a little odd on this side of Equestria."

"Did you do it?!" Stereo Mix poked his head around the side of the wagon behind me. He was quickly joined by Smooth Vibes and Glamour Trot.

Without turning, or saying a word, I unhooked from the wagon and turned around to face them. I'd seen all three stallions be super serious, super sexy, and super teachers, but I'd never seen them all turn silly at the same time.

"That looks so cute!"

"Our little fish is now really a siren!"

Smooth Vibes, unlike our other brothers, just leaned down and licked the gem.

My legs wobbled, my eyes rolled up in my head, and I managed a little sigh of surprised bliss before I was laying in the middle of the road. I stared at nothing, my mind still reeling from the fizz of stimulation Smooth's tongue on my gem had caused.

"Just for that, you have to do his job now." Glamour's voice seemed to come from miles away, even though I could see him looking into my eyes one at a time.

Through the daze of confusion I felt Glamour Trot lift me in his magic and carry me into the back of it. The huge bed within was so comfortable that when he lay me down on it, I stretched and sprawled out like a cat.

Looking up at a smiling Glamour Trot, I couldn't stop myself from circling the word cat. "Meow."

"How does it feel?" Glamour's words seemed to come from a mile away, and they didn't make sense for a few moments. Finally, however, my brain shoved aside enough cotton wool to work.

I took ten slow breaths and rolled onto my back. "I feel amaz—good. I feel good." Big words were, it seems, off my menu until I was fully back in my right mind. "What did that lick do?"

"It wasn't just a lick. If you, or anypony else, touches the gem, it's just a slightly sensitive part of you. But if another siren of your empathic alignment does it, while channeling power into the touch…" He shrugged.

It took me some time to understand what he said—particularly the longer words. I nodded to him when I finally worked it out.

When Glamour Trot leaned toward my chest, I froze. I watched him extend his tongue from a grinning mouth, and power seemed to thrum through him. He touched the gem and the fuzz in my head grew too thick to think around.

I woke up the next day to the sensation of somepony licking me in a very sensitive spot. Moving and thinking were possible, but the tongue tracing the inner ring of my first anal sphincter was offering a persuasive argument in support of just remaining still.

Hedonism was never something I'd really thought about before, but with a talented tongue eager to explore and massage my anal ring I had a moment to do it justice. Was it really hedonism to just enjoy accepting the pleasure another was enjoying giving?

What about the feeding we did? Was I deluding myself in that? Those ponies enjoyed what we did with them so much it gave us the energy to live. Was I metaphorically pushing ponies toward hedonistic lifestyles?

A particularly deep lick coaxed a moan from my throat, and then the tongue was gone. I whined and lifted my head to see a smiling Smooth Vibes laying just behind me. "You're too good at that," I said.

Smooth licked his lips. "Feather made you, somehow, even more perfect. The strong musk you used to have is lighter now, and rather than the huge pouting anus you have something more compact. I loved how you were, but now you are something else. Your muscles twitch whenever I touch them, and I—"

"We're at Tall Tale. Get your tongue out of him and come out to explore." Stereo Mix didn't even poke his head in, but I could hear amusement in his voice—like the darkness of Vanhoover was long gone.

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