You are Sunset Shimmer, former student of Princess Celestia, former Queen of the high school, current "handmaiden" of the rulers of the tri-state area and eventually, world. Your friends received their punishments for resisting and are now all but zombies. You, and you alone get to keep your awareness. It seems they took special offense at your attempt to rally the girls. For your reward, you are fully awake as they force you to pleasure them from time to time.

You would resist, but they have all the power. Not to mention the threat of letting Snips and Snails have their way with you. You don't care how many pussies you have to eat, there is no way you'll let those two so much as touch you. You're jerked out of your reverie by bedroom door opening. The sirens walk inside and you sink to your knees and lower your head before them.

"Girls, good job. I think we'll take the rest of the day off."

You shiver slightly, and you don't need to look up to see the predatory grin on Adagio's face. She passes by, trailing her fingers through your hair.

"Oh, and Cumslut Rimmer? I'd like it nice and slow."

You hate her name for you, but you turn and rise nonetheless. Adagio lies utterly relaxed on the overly large bed, her eyes fixed on you. You are very conscious of both the short hem of your maid uniform, and the two Dazzlings behind you as you lean forward to undo Adagio's shorts. Aria takes the opportunity to grab your ass on her way to the bed.

Even though you were half expecting it, you still glare at her. This is exactly what she wants, and you know it. It feels good to give in to your anger a little bit, even if Aria enjoys the show of emotion. Your pride would have you show no reaction, but Aria...

Of the three, displeasing her is the most unpleasant.

With an angry snort, you return to pulling down Adagio's shorts and stockings. They're down to her knees when you feel Sonata lift up your meager skirt and rub her bare crotch against your ass. It's feverishly warm, and you can feel some of her juices get smeared around on your buttcheek. You firmly ignore the sensation, you are a straight woman who is not aroused by any kind of unwelcome touch.

Adagio's lower half is clad only in a pair of panties now, and you almost hesitate at the next step. Sonata giggles in your ear and cups your breasts in her hands, still grinding against your ass. Your mind starts to numb against the onslaught as you bend down and seize the fabric of Adagio's underwear in your teeth. The smell of her arousal fills you nose, even as you pull her panties down. Adagio considerately lifts her legs, so that Sonata can keep humping you while you struggle to move the panties.

You feel nothing as you go down on Adagio, not even Sonata's hands roving southward. Your eyes stare at a yellow stomach, your mouth moving mechanically, delicately licking and plunging at random, your hands on her warm thighs to steady yourself. To your shame, your hips buck slightly when Sonata's fingers dip into your womanhood. You'd think you would be used to being used and violated, but you can never be truly numb to the experience.

Adagio writhes under your ministrations, her hands snarled in your hair, pushing you firmly against her pussy. For a moment, you can't figure out why her shallow breaths have an echo, then you realize with a shock that you are hearing your own breaths. Your body is hot and pliant under Sonata's hands, and she lets out little yelps that let you know she's getting close. You try to ignore her, but you can feel a heat building in your loins.

Sonata's breath is hot across your ear. You try to block her out, working all the more diligently at pleasuring Adagio's hot tunnel with your tongue. Then Sonata bites your ear gently and all pretense is lost. You moan into Adagio's pussy, your juices flowing down your leg and mingling with Sonata's. Adagio's legs clamp down on your head, and your mouth is filled with her cum. You swallow dazedly, oblivious to the fire this lights in her eyes.

After long moments, the little threesome stops twitching and Sonata crawls up onto the bed. You just kneel at the foot of the bed. You can't have orgasmed, you're not a lesbian! Adagio practically purrs.

"Well done, Cumslut. You swallowed quite a bit of my cum this time, I'm glad you're taking your duties seriously. I'll expect this same level of performance from now on."

You whimper. Meanwhile, Aria is pulling something out of a bag. As she puts it on, you recognize the back of the harness as that of a strap on.

Oh, please no. Aria turns around with a grin, letting her newest toy swing freely.

"My turn. Why don't you kiss your new boyfriend?"

Your dread turns to confusion. Sonata perks up.

"Ooh! Since it's a rubber chicken, you could tell her to kiss your cock!"

Aria swaggers up to you, the rubber chicken bare inches from your face.

"Wow, Sonata, you really are the worst. This is obviously a hen, so it can't be a cock. Now, Cumslut. Kiss the rubber chicken."

You glare at your purple tormentor, but nevertheless plant a chaste kiss on the head of the rubber chicken duct taped to a strap on harness.

"No, you can do better than that. Pretend it's your beloved girlfriend. Give her some tongue."

You suppose you should be glad it's just weird, but you are far from comfortable as you lick the head, your tongue probing the tiny gap of the beak. Aria chuckles, then grabs your head firmly and thrusts the chicken into your mouth. Your eyes go wide as you try to manage the rubbery invasion, but she doesn't give you much time before she repeats the motion. Your cheek bulges repeatedly as you guard the back of your throat. You know she wants you to deep throat, but the last time you tried, she ended up covered in vomit.

The memory of her disgust carries you through the relentless rubber chicken facefucking. At last Aria pulls out, letting your saliva drip from the chicken to darken your blouse or slip between your heaving breasts. She glares at you.

"Tell me what you want."

You know this pattern well

"I w-want your cock-"

"Hen."

Oh, right.

"I want your hen inside me. Please, mistress, impregnate me."

Aria roughly throws you between Adagio and Sonata on the bed and clambers up behind you. You lay flat on your belly, achingly aware of how sensitive you still are from your last orgasm. Aria spreads your cheeks and plunges the rubber chicken into your wet pussy. It feels utterly strange, but you can't help but twitch at every rubbery lump penetrating your flower. Adagio strokes your hair as Aria rapes you with a stupid toy chicken. Even so, you still twitch and writhe as your tender insides are stroked and stirred. The bed shifts slightly, but you don't notice, You have a script.

"F-fuck me!"

Although today, it might be a little more heartfelt than usual.

"Your c- your hen is so good!"

Aria laughs, slapping your ass with light, stinging blows.

"Make me your, oh fuck, cumdumpster!"

You burn with shame over the exclamation in the middle, but you are finding it hard to think as you approach your second orgasm today.

"I'M CUMMING!"

Your pussy clamps around the rubber chicken, milking it in vain. As the waves of pleasure roll through your body, you feel a familiar nozzle poke between your ass cheeks. Aria squeezes, and literal mayonnaise pours onto your puckered anus. As your twitching dies down, she lays down a few lines of white stuff on your ass cheeks, cold and thick on your skin. You feel emptier than you thought possible as the chicken is pulled from your nethers, only to be replaced with that stupid bottle. Aria takes extra satisfaction in filling your pussy with egg whites and whatever else goes into your now least favorite condiment.

She rolls you over and tears the flimsy uniform from your chest. You stare at her with deadened eyes as she slathers her mockery onto your heaving breasts. Finally she straddles your chest, putting a line of mayonnaise along the rubber chicken. You suckle on the tainted toy, glaring at Aria all the while. When you swallow the last of the distasteful topping, she cups your cheeks in her hands and kisses you deeply, her tongue swirling and probing.

You don't enjoy this. You're not a lesbian. You don't feel disappointed when the kiss ends. You turn your head away as she makes herself comfortable on top of your slicked form, ignoring the soft pressure of her breasts on yours. You lay there, and there is no way you would have the urge to grab her ass, let alone try to resist an urge that would be impossible. You don't try to read affection into the whispers the Dazzlings make as they cuddle up all around you. Their probing fingers as likely to intertwine with your own as to molest you or each other. You lay there, lost in yourself as your tormentors nap around you.

You aren't waiting for them to call you Sunset Shimmer.

That'd be impossible.