Sunset rolled out of her bed with a flounce. She looked at herself in the mirror and admired her beauteous body. Ever since Adagio had took her up as a protege, she’d gotten more and more gorgeous by the day. Her curves were in all the right place, her hips looked like they could squeeze the air out of a throat, and her hair was long, luxurious, and the best part, it seemed to take care of itself, like magic.

Yet, she got the sense something was wrong.

“Pff. Don’t be ridiculous, Sunset! You have your health, your friends, your lovely teaching, good grades … what could be wrong in your life?”

Sunset looked around the room. Her eyes fell on a picture that seemed to hold the answer.

She picked it up and examined it. It was a photograph showing her with Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Pinkie Pie. Her classmates.

Her friends.

Looking at the picture made her feel ill at ease. Holding it made her feel downright sick.

“Bleh.”

Seeking the avoid the undesirable feeling, she dropped the picture and made herself ready for the day.

Yet as she trodded down the stairs, her latex dress clinging to her curves, that feeling of unease did not go away.

Sunset Shimmer entered into Adagio's office to assume her duties for the day as Adagio's assistant.

"Ah, Sunset Shimmer!" Adagio said. "There you are. How good to see you. I might have worried if you took too much longer." She reached down and gave Sunset a light smooch on her forehead - not enough to induce strong feelings, but enough to give Sunset a faint pleasant buzz through her head.

Adagio put a hand around Sunset's shoulder and guided her to her desk. "This way, Sunset. There's something I want you to do for me."

"Of course," Sunset said. "That's why I'm here, isn't it?"

"Quite right."

Sunset loved the shine of Adagio's blue-tinted lips as she said this with a smile. Her thick, luscious lips curving around, hinting and promising at the pleasure to come when she placed those lips on Sunset again ... it was almost enough to make Sunset forget about her worries from this morning.

Adagio dropped back into her chair with a dramatic motion, placing an arm to her head as if she might faint.

"You see, ma cherie, I've been so busy spreading pleasure and love to everyone in the school that I just haven't had the time to indulge in any of my own. I was hoping you could do something about that for me."

Adagio leaned across her desk, pressing her boobs into the desk and making them squish tantalizingly.

"You can do something about that for me, can't you?" Adagio said, grinning broadly.

"Yes, yes, of course," Sunset nodded, a blush on her face from getting a full view down Adagio's top.

"Good. Come over here." Adagio waved her finger for Sunset to come around the desk.

Sunset did as she was told. Adagio spun her chair to face Sunset, then undid her belt and pulled up on her skirt until her underwear was visible, which she pulled down to her ankles, letting Sunset look at teasing, inviting cunt. It was already winking and dripping, oozing just the tiniest drop of liquid, and Sunset thought she could hear it whispering to her, telling her to touch her tongue to it.

"Please, proceed," Adagio said, waving a hand to her crotch.

Sunset got down on her knees and pressed her mouth to Adagio's lap. Adagio smirked and tilted her head back, closing her eyes as Sunset went to work.

"This is a fitting spot for you, don't you think, Sunset?" Adagio asked. "On your knees, serving me, sucking desperately at my pussy for just a hint of my cum ..."

"Yeah, sure," Sunset answered.

Adagio froze. That wasn't the answer she was expecting, and Sunset could tell it annoyed her.

"What ... did you just say?" Adagio asked.

"I said ... oui, mistress," Sunset said, shifting her eyes around.

"That's better," Adagio said. "I would hate to have to think you were ... falling out of love with your mistress, ma cherie." She reached down and stroked Sunset's hair, curling a strand of Sunset's bangs around her fingers. "That would be unfortunate, don't you think?"

"Si, si," Sunset nodded.

Adagio's mood lightened. "Of course, it's not like there's really anything you could do about it. I don't know what I got so worked up over. But just in case ..." Adagio reached down and gave Sunset three smooches on the forehead in rapid succession.

"There. That should tide you over until we can get more intimate," Adagio patted Sunset on head. "But for now, I want to focus on me. Resume sucking, salope."

"Yes, mistress."

Sunset returned to her normal duties, sucking and kissing at Adagio's vagina with the goal of swallowing her cum.

Adagio crossed her arms behind her head and began to relax on her chair. All she had to do was wait, and then she could squirt all her fluid straight into Sunset's mouth. It would be a fitting punishment for the girl who dared to defy her before, and a fitting reward for the loyal thrall who served her now.

"Ah ... now this is the life," Adagio said. "Despite what some may think, I do truly hope you'll get to experience this joy yourself one day, Sunset."

"And what joy would be that be, mistress?" Sunset asked. "After all, what greater joy is there than in serving my mistress?"

Adagio chuckled. "Oh, you're quite the charmer, aren't you? I suppose there isn't. But the joy of having a thrall, a minion, a servant, who wants nothing more but to suck you off and have you cum into their unworthy ... or as in your case, very deserving mouth ... it does come close."

"I believe I may have already experienced it, mistress," Sunset said. She honestly wasn't sure anymore.

"Splendid," Adagio said. "Oh, was it one of your friends? Fluttershy, perhaps? She always struck me as having a bit of a secret horny side to her. I can just imagine her sitting there, guzzling it up ..."

Adagio let out a sigh. The image brought great pleasure to her.

"Or perhaps Twilight?" Adagio said. She chuckled. "Having it spray everywhere and get on her glasses ..."

"That would certainly be amusing, mistress, but sadly, I have not."

"Oh, you must, Sunset. You simply must remedy that," Adagio said.

Sunset stood up.

"I didn't mean right now," Adagio said. "I meant what I said about having no time to myself. I would appreciate if you would finish the job here. Who knows? Do well, and I might even throw in a few extra kisses."

This made Sunset smile. "Well, of course, How could I say non to more kisses from you, mademoiselle?"

Sunset returned to her position and pressed her mouth to Adagion's cunt again. She grabbed onto Adagion's thighs, holding them like handlebars on a motorcycle.

Getting creative, Sunset blew a raspberry into Adagio's snatch, motoring her vagina. It tickled and made Adagio laugh, a haughty laugh that was the hallmark of a woman who had a high opiion of her self.

The door creaked open, and both Adagio and Sunset were alarmed.

"Hide, here, quickly," Adagio ushered Sunset under her desk, then pulled her chair up to where the desk would hide the fact she was half-naked.

Sunset, being an obedient servant, continued to attend to her mistress's cunt even while she had a visitor.

Principal Celestia came into the room, looking concerned.

"Celestia!" Adagio greeted her with open arms. "What can I help you with today, Principal?"

"You could start with the students," Celestia said. "Every day, I'm getting more and more calls and letters from concerned parents. I won't deny what you've done with the foreign language program is impressive, Dagi. We have students speaking fluent French in just three weeks, maybe less. But as a side-effect, they're no longer speaking English. They can't relate to their parents. And frankly, both me and the parents are a little concerned about the ... unusual choice of wardrobe. It seems like every day, someone starts wearing one of those latex dress you and your sisters wear. As those dresses are just a tiny bit suggestive, it's not the kind of image we want to project for the school."

"Celestia, Celestia, Celestia," Adagio said scoldingly, "haven't we had this conversation before? And what do we say then?"

Celestia paused.

"I would very much like to not have this conversation again," Adagio said.

"As would I."

"Good. Then we're in agreement."

Adagio abruptly stood up and clasped Celestia's cheeks. She leaned over and kissed Celestia, whose eyes rolled into the back of her head.

Adagio sunk back into her seat as Celestia fell down to the floor, her body shaking as she moaned, a wet spot appearing in her beige pants as she came hard, brought to a soaring peak by Adagio's kiss.

"I don't want to have this conversation again," Adagio said. "The next time a parent complains to you, tell them to see me directly. That should help ... if they complain to me at the same rate they have to you, we should be able to convert the rest of them in no time. Dimissed."

"Yes, mistress," Celestia moaned out, Adagio's lipstick smeared over her mouth. She had to grab on to the desk to pull herself up from the floor, and she limped out of the room, leaning on the door for support as she teetered on a precarious edge that the slighest jolt could send her sprawling and orgasming on the floor again. She closed the door before.

"Now, where were we?" Adagio asked Sunset before finally reaching her own peak. Her slit winked and she moaned as she squirted, splashing Sunset's mouth with her juice.

Sunset did her best to swallow, but she just wasn't feeling up to it today. Adagio's cum tasted nowhere near as good as it should have. It was light and flavorless. Sunset was just going through the motions, like a robot, deriving no enjoyment or pleasure from what supposed to be an intimate, carnal act.

Adagio picked up on this. She scooted her chair away to let Sunset get out from the desk.

"Something's wrong, Sunset," Adagio. "You're not moaning rapturously like I'd expect you to. What's wrong, dear?"

"I don't know," Sunset said, walking around the desk. "Something just ... doesn't feel right." She reached into her pocket and pulled out the photo. "This morning, I was looking at this photo, and I started feeling ... off. Like something was wrong."

"But how can it be?" Adagio asked. "You're here. You're smart. You're sexy. You have me."

"I know, I know," Sunset said. "But the girls in this photo ..." Sunset placed a hand tenderly on it. "I can't help but feel like I've ... let them down, somehow."

"Oh." Adagio looked at her desk. "May I see the photo?"

Sunset turned around and was about to hand it over when something stopped her. SOmething that took hold of her and told giving it to Adagio would be a bad idea."

"... No."

"No?" Adagio asked, calmly at first. Then, realizing what this meant, she repeated it again, with anger bursting from her voice. "No!? What do you mean, 'no'?"

"I mean, I'm not going to give you this photo," Sunset said, clutching the photo close to her chest. "I know you would something bad to it, and I'm going to protect it! It's ... it's all I have to remember ... my relationship with these girls."

Sunset
looked at the photo. As was her normal solution these days, she gave it a kiss.

Something magical happened when her lips touched the photograph. Her memories came flooding back to her. Her sense of self. Her identity. These girls, their names - Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, FLuttershy, Rarity, Twilight Sparkle - her relationship with them. They were her friends.

Her best friends.

And they were in trouble.

Sunset dropped the photo and pointed a finger. "Adagio Dazzle!"

Adagio chuckled. "Yes, that's me. What of it?"

"I remember now," Sunset said. "I remember everything. You, Sonata, the Battle of the Bands ... what you did to me in the basement. What you made me to Juniper Montage, and who knows how many others!"

"I didn't make you do anything to Juniper that you didn't want to," Adagio said.

"Bull," Sunset said. "I'll admit, you've done pretty well to get this far, but this is where it stops! I'm back, and I'm not letting you hurt my friends anymore."

"What makes you think I'm in any way dependent on what you 'let' me do?"

Sunset scoffed. "Sorry to cut your music career so short, but the Dazzlings' comeback tour is over!"

Not wasting any time, Sunset charged, belting Adagio in the gut with her best punch. Adagio went staggering back, and Sunset advanced, but Adagio grabbed her by the head and kept her at bay.

"Oh, Sunset ... I may have gotten a little worked up when I realized you were resisting, but there was no need for that. And you might as well stop this now."

"Oh yeah?" Sunset karate-chopped Adagio's arm away. "What makes you so that?"

"Sunset, dear, ma cherie ... my salope ... there's no point in you resisting because you're already too far gone.”

Adagio snapped her fingers.

Sunset stumbled away, clutching at her head as a major headache consumed her. Her eyes went bleary.

"W-wha?"

Sunset put a hand on her head. Her eyelids slowly closed and she dropped to the floor, her vagina squirting faintly with a weak, teasing orgasm that proved unsatisfying, and she hit the floor, passing out, the last thing she saw being Adagio's smiling like a shark.

Sunset awoke sitting in the middle of the road. She rubbed at her head and got up. She felt around and saw she was wearing her normal clothes – her purple shirt, black blazer, and orange skirt from her old bullying days. She hadn’t worn it as much because it made her think of her past too much.

She looked around and saw she was in a cul-de-sac, with houses around a circular spot in the round.

“Am I … back on my street?” Sunset asked. “No, no, that can’t be right ...” the last thing she remembered was trying to confront Ada-

“Ow!” Sunset clutched at her head. Trying to recall her real name gave her a splitting migraine. The sky above her, which looked so normal, winked out of existence, replaced by a static from a broken TV.

Eventually, the sky cleared up and went back to normal, but Sunset was careful not to think of … her French teacher by name again.

“Where am I?” Sunset asked.
“Oh, that’s disappointing. You’re so intelligent, Sunset Shimmer. I thought you would have figured it out by now.”

Sunset turned to see Adagio Dazzle standing a few yards in front of her, still wearing her latex clothes and appearing to be Celestia’s height, if not taller.

“Think, Sunset,” Adagio said. “Where might we be?”

“We’re inside my mind,” Sunset realized, recalling what Adagio said before knocking her out. “You’re in my head.”

“Give the girl a cigar, she figured it out!” Adagio clapped mockingly.

“Ha!” Sunset stomped her foot, taking a fighting stance. “You made a mistake! We’re inside my own mind, and there’s no way you can beat me here!”

Sunset put her hands to her head and focused. Apparitions of all of her friends appeared, floating in the air, fueled with their magic, auras aglow around them and with determined expressions on their faces.

“Isn’t there?” Adagio blew a kiss that became a solid projectile, a pair of lips through the air. It cloned itself and multiplied into six kisses, each of which attacked Sunset’s friends and kissed them on the cheeks. That was all it took to make the apparitions fade into faintly colored mists that blew away on the wind, all that remained of Sunset’s would-be protectors.

“You have such a pretty mind, Sunset,” Adagio said, taking a bold step forward with her hands on her freakishly thin waist. “It’d be such a shame if something were to happen to it.”

Adagio snapped her fingers.

Sunset reeled back as a giant version of Adagio appeared behind one of the houses on the cul-de-sac. The giant Adagio laid on her side, her head propped up by her palm. She closed her eyes and gave the house she was sitting by a kiss.

At the merest touch of the giant Adagio’s lips, the house crumbled as if struck by a magnitude-11 earthquake, sinking into the ground and disappearing in a puff of smoke and dust, plaster and drywall flinging about all over the place.

Sunset cried out and clutched at her head as pain wracked it her temples. Despite this, she did her best to glare at Adagio defiantly.

This amused Adagio more than anything. “Oh, poor Sunset. Why must you try so hard to resist?”

“Because … you’re a bad guy!” Sunset said. “And I won’t let you hurt my friends!”

“Who said anything about hurting them?” Adagio asked. “Why, if you asked them, I’m sure they’d tell you I’ve given them the night of their lives.”

“That doesn’t count! You used mind control on them!”

“Well, I suppose you’ve got me there!” Adagio chuckled. “But what are you going to do about it, you little pute?”

“Slut … yes, I’m a slut,” Sunset muttered, rocking on her feet. She regained her sense of self and knocked herself on the head to get back to reality. “No! I am not a slut, and I’m definitely not your pute doll!”
“See, you can say that all you like, and maybe, if you repeat it enough times, it’ll become true … but it won’t, because if I say the opposite thing enough times, mine version will come true.” Adagio smirked. “Because I have control of your mind, see.”

“Yes, I understood you,” Sunset rolled her eyes.

“Well, I’ll admit, this has been an amusing distraction, but why don’t we end this little game?”

“It’s not a game-!” Sunset protested, but she lost much of the fire when she raised her arm and saw she was back to wear the same latex blue outfit Adagio did. That her body was back to the same resculpted shape Adagio put it in – with an enhanced bust that her top clung to, and wide hips and a thin waist that her skirt and belt accuented, with a pair of boots to further add to her height and further emphasize her assets.

“How did you ...” Sunset asked, looking at her gloved hands in shock.

“Please, cherie,” Adagio said. “I think we know how this ends.”

Adagio snapped her fingers.

A gigantic disembodied pair of lips appeared in the sky, casting a shadow on Sunset.

Sunset backed away. She tried to turn and run, but her heels wouldn’t move. They were being held in places by disembodied copies of Adagio’s lips appearing from the street, which kissed the bottoms of her boots with a loud squeaking, popping sound, their suction gluing Sunset’s boots in place where she stood.

The giant pair of lips over head turned sideways, and its thin shape and long vertical slit made Sunset think of a vagina.

The resemblance only increased as the lips part, and a waterfall of clear-ish, yet foggy syrupy cum came flowing out. It fell directly on Sunset, forcing her to her knees and drenching her completely.

Eventually the waterfall ran out, though now there was a river cum flowing through the street, a flood at least four inches tall smothering the asphalt.

Sunset saw her dress was soaked through, letting her breasts and nipples appear softly through her top. She was shivering and shaking badly, the soaking having left her chilly on the street.

Sunset looked up at Adagio, words of defiance still gripping onto her tongue.

Adagio snapped her fingers.

The cum came to life, swirling up into a tendril that penetrated Sunset’s clothes and drilled into her cunt, filling her up with the perverted fluid. Sunset moaned and struggled for breath. It made her feel so warm as it filled her up, and that was enticing after she was so cold, but she knew she needed to resist.

“Ah … ah ...”

Sunset fell from her hands and knees onto her sides, her cheek splashing into the perverted river. She looked down and expected her belly to be swollen from all the juice that was going inside her, but she was just as flat as Adagio. It was as if the syrup lost all mass once it went inside.

“Adagio! You …!” Sunset shouted, pushing herself up to her knees.

“Me what?” Adagio asked.

Sunset shuddered. Cum appeared from thin air into her mouth, dripping over her lips as it swarmed the inside of her cheeks. She was so warm, so full, and she couldn’t handle it anymore.

She came. She had the most intense, most vigorous orgasm she ever had in her life - or ever would, she was sure. Her cum squirted out and spread through the tendril, and she fell back onto her side.

All thoughts of resistance, of her friends, left her as the river washed over her. All there was this. Adagio, cum, kisses, pleasure, and sex. Nothing else mattered.

In the real world, eventually, an orgasm has to stop - and even it if didn’t, if one went on for too long, a person would adjust to it and it would lose the pleasurable sensations. But not so in dreams. But a mindscape did not have this problem. Here, the orgasm increased as it went on.

It wasn’t until Sunset had squirted so much she thought her thighs would pop off her body that it finally stopped.

Adagio stood there, arrogantly triumphant. The river split around her boots, making allowances for her to stand unblemished by the out pour of sexual fluid. It was like the stuff was alive, and knew it was unworthy to touch a goddess like her.

As Adagio walked, the river shifted, continue to make space for Adagio's footfalls to land without daring to defile her grace with its disgusting touch. It was ashamed of itself for being unworthy, and Adagio knew it.

Sunset vainly reached a hand up towards Adagio.

Sunset tried to speak, but her mouth blubbered. It was the worst torment imaginable for her. Here she was, brimming with love and admiration for Adagio, her mistress. Her teacher, her superior, her religion, her goddess. Overcome with lust and affection. And yet she couldn’t say a word to express it. Not so much as a syllable.

She wanted to throw herself at Adagio’s feet, to bow down and scream how much she loved her mistress. But her orgasm had left her tired, Sunset could do little more than babble with her voice shot, and was unable to push herself up to move.

Sunset whimpered, pained by her inability to express her love. More painful than anything she ever endured before. She’d rather die than keeping go like this.

Adagio chuckled. “I see you’ve come to your senses. Let’s wake up now, my little love slave, shall we?”

Adagio snapped her fingers again.

In the real world, Sunset bolted upright, startled awake. Her mouth still tasted of cum and her cunt still felt as if it was being penetrated and pounded by a strong tentacle.

“Mistress!” Sunset shouted, throwing herself Adagio's feet, which dangled off the desk as Adagio had adopted a perch there. “I’m so sorry! Tellement désolé! Please forgive me! I promise, I’ll never doubt you again! I swear!”

“Mm, I don’t know … are you really?” Adagio asked, sounding sweet on the surface, but a good ear would have detected the unrelenting cruelty just under her voice.

“Yes, Yes! Si! Oui! Please!” Sunset hung her head. “Forgive me! I’ll do whatever you ask me to!”

“See, now, that was never in question,” Adagio said. “The only question is, do I forgive you? Which … I suppose I could, if you’ll do something for me.”

“Anything!” Sunset said, desperate for the blessing of her mistress’s forgiveness. “Anything at all!”

Adagio pulled up on her skirt and down on her panties. “Swallow my cum, to show me that you’ll be a good, loyal slut from now on.”

“That’s it?” Sunset asked, amazed that all it would take to be back into Adagio’s good graces was the simply task of swallowing a load from her honey pot – and here she thought it would be something difficult.

“I hope that’s not too much to ask of you?” Adagio said.

“No! Not at all! Just the opposite!”

Sunset grabbed hold of Adagio's thighs and threw her mouth into Adagio’s cunt with aplomb.

Adagio smirked. She snapped her fingers, making herself cum at once, squirting a huge load into Sunset’s mouth, filling her mouth, her head, her brain with the lovely scent of her perfumed cum.

Sunset moaned and shivered, pulling away with Adagio’s cum dripping from her lips. She fell onto her back as the sensation of having her mistress’s wonderful fluids in her made her orgasm herself, cum squirting out forcefully from under her skirt.

Adagio chuckled. “Good girl. And since you’ve been such a good girl, I think I’ll give you another reward ...”

Adagio got on top of Sunset, straddling Sunset around the legs. Adagio pulled down on Sunset’s shirt and reached down, giving Sunset a kiss on her breast. It was hard to notice, but Sunset’s boob grew in size, gaining a tiny little fraction of an inch around itself.

Adagio then proceeded to kiss Sunset’s boob again … and again … and again. Soon, her little thrall would be almost unrecognizable.

Author's Notes:

I was kind of thinking hold this chapter back until I finished all the others so then I could update sequentially, but it kept getting to me that this last updated around Christmas.

Christmas!

No idea when I'll have the next chapter done, but at least now people will be sure it's not dead.

It's not fully in here, but the ending is hinting an idea I had for Adagio to have breast expanding kisses. Not really going to get into that for this story because I feel that would take focus away from the kissing, but it's definitely something I'd be interested in doing elsewhere.

I was originally going to make a different chapter, but I realized for the story I want to tell, this chapter needed to go here.

New Translations
Tellement désolé! = So Sorry

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