Coming to Terms and Service [clop] (sunset~Dazzlings) - by Uh-hmmm

> Be Sunset Shimmer, former student of Princess Celestia, former Queen of the high school, current "handmaiden" of the rulers of the tristate 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 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 when you orgasmed > 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, sensitive 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