You are Anon, school counselor, and you are stuck with the Dazzlings, because:
A) They are manipulative, evil girls,
B) No one really wants to pay a psychologist to deal with them, and
C) You actually believe in magic, due to certain events among the student body

Oddly enough, Adagio seems to be the most cooperative.

"You don't understand, I had enough power to rule the world, I could /feel/ it."

"You could always go into politics."

She just sighs.

"Trust me, after a hundred years or so being the power behind a throne, you don't actually want to govern, you just want to be comfortable, and make people worship at your feet."

You make a note in your file.

"Have you ever considered being a dominatrix?"

She sits up straight at that.

"You mean that's an actual job, and not just a fetish?"

"It's a bit of both, but I think you'd like it."

Adagio gets an odd look in her eyes.

"Could you help me practice? Somehow, I think you could really help me with this."

You clear your throat and look away.

"I'm afraid not. Ah, it seems our time is up. See you next week."

She sighs, then sashays towards the door. She glances over her shoulder, a smirk on her lips.

"Maybe sooner."

And she's gone.

Aria is easily the most difficult, stubborn girl you have had to work with. You've taken to knitting a sweater while she stonewalls you.
Click click
Click click
Click

You spool more yarn from the skein.
Click

She just sits there on the couch, arms crossed and scowling. It's the third session like this, and you think you're getting through to her.
Click click
Click

You pause deliberately. A little longer, not even looking at her. Ah well, may-

Aria stands up and glares at you

"Sometimes a cigar is just a penis!"

...

"You didn't pay much attention in psychology class, did you?"

She slams her hands down on your desk.

"You're just trying to make me seem hysterical, so you can play with my vagina, I know it!"

...

"That hasn't been an ethical treatment for a long time. Is there something in your past you want to talk about?"

Aria leans down and growls in your face.

"Let's be unethical."

Sonata...

Is Sonata.

"Oh man, it was pizza pfriday today, and I ate so much pizza!"

"I see."

She rolls around on the couch, clutching a throw pillow to her chest.

"I had so much, my tummy felt like it was going to burst!"

"It's probably not a good idea to eat that much all the time. You'll gain a fair amount of weight, if you keep that up."

Sonata freezes.

"For realsies?"

"For realsies."

She stands up, dropping the pillow.

"Ooh, what if I am already fat?"

Sonata lifts up her shirt above her bra and stares at her stomach

"Is it bigger? I think it might be bigger!"

"Please put your shirt back down."

"Is it because I'm fat?"

You rub your sinuses

"No, it is not because you are fat. It's becau-"

She puts her shirt back down.

"Good, because I'm an independent blue woman, and I don't need no man."

...

"Right. Well. Pay attention to what you eat, and you'll be fine."

Sonata looks at you blankly.

"What are you talking about?"

"Try not to binge on pizza pfridays and taco tuesdays. That way you won't get fat."

Her eyes go wide.

"Ooh, what if I'm already fat? Tell me, has my butt gotten bigger?"

She begins to turn around.

"Stop! You are not fat!"

Sonata beams at you

"Aw, thanks for saying so."

You glance at your watch, and sigh in relief.

"You're welcome. It seems the time is up for this session, so I'll see you next week."

She smiles brightly.

"That's great! You know, you are the first person who plays with me so often."

...

"That's what I'm here for. Oh, one last thing. A student dropped this off, I believe this belongs to you."

It has her student ID, after all. Sonata looks at the item in your hand curiously.

"That's not my wallet."

The last bell rings, and you sit back in your chair. You always find the sound of students in the halls to be restful. Mostly because that means they aren't in your office. Your door opens, and a familiar face walks in.

"Hey dad, I just have to get this off my chest, you know?"

You sigh.

"What is it, Anon Jr?"

"That feel when no girlfriend."

Your brow wrinkles, and you gaze soulfully back at him.

"I know that feel, son."

Adagio walks in, looking a fair bit happier than last week. She sits in the center of the couch, her hands folded in her lap.

"I want to thank you for your advice last week."

"You're quite welcome. So I take it you are feeling more in control of your life?"

She grins.

"Oh yes. I persuaded an acquaintance to help me practice dominating, and the look he gave me, kneeling at my feet!"

Adagio grips the couch cushions on either side of her, her body tensing in a way that speaks directly to your manhood.

"Then he licked and suckled on my toes~, oh Doctor, I have never been so fulfilled."

"I...see."

She pauses, her back slightly arched.

"Something interesting?"

You try to look anywhere but her.

"Just be careful. If it turns to actual sexwork, that would be illegal."

Adagio smirks in your peripheral vision as you stare out the window.

"Not immoral? But enough of this. I'm sure you're wondering how we are integrating with the student body."

You turn back to make eye contact.

"That would be my next question, yes."

She crosses her legs and leans back.

"It was quite easy. I merely had Sonata be the face of our little trio. Would you believe she's already sitting with the Rainbooms for lunch?"

You raise your eyebrows at that.

"I would have expected a bit more animosity, I have to say."

Adagio nods in agreement.

"It makes sense when you remember Sunset is...sympathetic to our plight."

"Ah, of course. And the rest of the student body?"

She makes a so-so gesture.

"It's fairly divided. Girls hate us, Boys love us, Rainbow Dash is conflicted."

Aria struts in for her session, a strap-on sticking out of the crotch of her pants.

facepalm.exe

She reclines on the couch, one leg bent all the better to prominently display her package.

"I'm a boy now, suck my cock."

You think you preferred it when she was stonewalling you.

"No. I am here to help you through your personal problems, and hopefully help you find a productive way to contribute to society."

She just stares at you, a hand casually inching towards her strap-on.

"I know my internet rights. I said I'm a boy when I still have a vagina and everything, so you have to do what I say."

You sigh.
"We can talk about transitioning, changing your name on school records, and/or notifying the faculty about your preferred pronouns."

She sits up and tilts her head. Was she actually being serious?

"If I talk about all that, then will you suck my throbbing member?"

Error message: You cannot run more than two instances of facepalm.exe at one time.

"No, just...no."

She throws it at you angrily.

"Fine! I'll just get Anon to suck it!"

Aria storms out of your office, vigorously stroking the strap-on.

...

"Dammit, son."

Sonata's lips twitch. There is almost a full second of silence. Then she's back to giggling. You don't like to enable addictions, but Sonata is proving to be the exception to a lot of things. Like your patience.

You open up a middle drawer, and randomly grab a sauce packet. As soon as she sees what you're doing, she is utterly focused on your hand. If you were to simply put the taco bell sauce back, she would be despondent the entire session. So instead, you throw it, a little to the side of her. Sonata lunges, and comes up with the packet safely caught in her mouth.

"So what was so funny?"

She spits the packet into her hand, and squishes it idly.

"So, you know how I'm like, for realsies in love with tacos?"

The wedding pictures. Certain restaurants with a shoot to kill policy. A more innocent time, when you taught her how to cook ground beef.

"Yes, I know."

She grins.

"So, did you know,"

Sonata leans forward conspiratorially.

"Taco is another word for this!"

She points at her crotch, thankfully still covered by her skirt. You sigh.

"Yes, I know."

"I mean, look at it, it totally looks like a taco!"

You avert your eyes at the first hint if rustling cloth.

"Hey, you're not looking! You totally need to see how much my thingy looks like a taco!"

"No, it's alright, I've seen 'thingies' before, I fully understand their resemblance to tacos."

...

You hear some more rustling, and risk a glance. It seems she let go, and is currently in some state of shock. At least she's decent, for the moment. Finally she blinks those huge eyes, terrifyingly devoid of sense.

"You've seen porn?"

"Well, "

"What is it like?"

"It's hard to-"

"Really? Can you show me?"

"No, I really can't-"

"Okay, I'll just have Anon show me."

Dammit, son.

"I just don't care anymore."

"Hmmm, right. Well. See you later today!"

With that she bounces out of your office. What did you do to deserve this?

The last bell rings. Mostly you try to get some paperwork done, but,

"Hey dad, guess what!"

"What."

"I'm totally getting to third base with Adagio!"

...

You know you shouldn't have let 4chan raise your son, but he felt so at home there. It's only as time goes by that you start to see the consequences of that.

"Just so we are on the same page, what do you think third base is?"

Anon Jr rolls his eyes.

"Come on, everyone knows it's licking elbows."

"Right then, carry on."

"Alright, see you at the sleepover!"

He's out the door before you can demand an explanation. Upon reflection, you have a pretty good idea anyways. You glance down at your mug, a father's day present from years ago. It reads,

"Original Parent, your a faggot."

Oh how quickly they grow up. You hear the door open again, and you sigh.

"Look, if you want to have a sleepover, some prior warning would be nice."

Principal Celestia walks through, and you feel yourself die a little on the inside.

"I'll keep that in mind."

At least she's smiling.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't mean-"

She laughs a little, a warm, vibrant sound.

"Don't worry about it. I just came by to tell you that we appreciate the trouble your taking with our newest students."

You nod stiffly.

"I'm glad I can help."

"You're a good man, Anon. Do let me know if there's -anything- Luna or I could do to help."

...

"Will do."

Celestia gives you one more radiant smile, and leaves. You lean back in your chair and rub your neck. Today might not be so bad after all.