Anon World Order part 3 [Lewd] (Dazzlings) - by Uh-hmmm
> With that she stands up
> "This isn't going anywhere, let's get you into some real clothes."
> You stand as well
"Adagio's pajamas not doing it for you, I take it."
> Aria slips behind you
> "They are distracting. That she even let you out of her room like that is more than a little shameless on her part."
> You turn around to find Miss Blaze's eyes fixed on your junk
> You wait politely for a few moments
> Then you clear your throat
"My eyes are up here, Aria."
> "Who cares?"
> ...
"You were saying I should wear real clothes?"
> "Right. I did say that."
> Her hand reaches out hesitantly, then she sighs and turns away
> "Too distracting. Come on."
> She leads you through some dim passageways, and you hear the sounds of industrial strength washing machines
> Indeed, you pass by a room full of dull-eyed workers, folding sheets and sorting clothes
> You soon find yourself in a simple store room, with stacks of uniforms of varying sorts
> You are directed to the slacks and button down shirts
> After a bit of rifling around, you end up with an outfit that should fit a bit better than your current one
"And where should I go to change?"
> Aria is leaning casually in the doorway, a smirk on her face
> "Here is fine. And don't forget the underwear."
> You shrug, and turn your back on her
> Gotta leave some things to the imagination
> The pajamas come off with a little persuasion, though they take your boxers down with them
> As you bend over to put on some new ones, you hear Aria say,
> "Oh yeaaahh, that's what I'm talking about."
> You roll your eyes and put on your new clothes
> When you're done, Aria walks a circle around you
> "Not bad, you clean up nice, Anon."
> Then she squeezes your ass
"You're not worried about moving on Adagio's claim?"
> You don't mind, but you get the feeling you should get to know the politics here
> She slaps your butt, then struts out of the room
> "Adagio is getting too used to calling the shots. I intend to remind her that I have my own ambitions, my own... desires."
> Interesting, and suggestive
> You get the feeling you are going to have a perpetual boner, living with these three
> At any rate, you follow your molester through the maze of hallways to a room with wide windows and a number of recliners and a large couch
> Aria picks up a remote and sits on the couch, the picture of boredom as she flips through the channels
> After some hesitation, you sit on the other end
> An hour passes
"So... this is what you do, now that you've taken over the world? Watch TV?"
> Pigtail Grape shrugs
> "We also have video games and arts and crafts time, but this is pretty much it. If I had known how boring ruling the world is, I'd have gone for destroying it instead."
"That's kinda disappointing."
> "You're telling me. You bored too? I guess I can put on some porn. Guys like porn, right?"
> You choke on air for a moment
"Ah, yes, guys like... porn."
> A couple of menus later, and the two of you are watching "Dirty, Dirty Hobos 3"
> It somehow turns into a competition, seeing who can keep their face deadpan for the longest
> Adagio walks in right in the middle of the boxcar orgy
> Her face goes completely blank for a moment
> Sonata peeks around her
> "Oh! Did I miss the water tower scene? I hope I didn't miss the water tower scene, it's my favorite!"
> Adagio growls
> "Turn. It. Off."
> Aria calmly presses a button, and the screen goes dark
> "How was the hunt?"
> "Average. Having fun with Anon?"
> Purps grins
> "A little. Found out he's into hair pulling."
> Adagio storms over, leaning in real close to her subordinate
> "What part of 'he's mine' do you not understand?"
> Sonata crouches beside you and whispers,
> "Hey."
"Sup."
> Aria remains unintimidated
> "If you don't want him wandering, you should control him. Not my fault if he watches porn with other people."
> Sonata sighs
> "I hate it when they fight. We are supposed to be in harmony, you know?"
"Kinda ironic, that."
> "Yeah."
> Adagio points to the TV
> "It is your fault! You always watch porn!"
> Wait
"Always?"
> They both look at you
> Aria winks
> Orangy grinds out, "Always."
> Lavender Offender faces her leader
> "Sometimes, I want to do my own thing."
> "Anon is my thing to do!"
> The room goes silent
> Sonata wiggles her eyebrows
> "Bow chika wow wow~"
> Adagio blushes furiously
> "Out! Everyone out!"
> You start to get up
> "You stay, Anon."
> Aria sashays out of the room, and Bluey soon follows, waving cheerfully before closing the door
> Adagio collapses into Aria's seat, rubbing her eyes
> "Dirty Hobos, Anon? Really?"
"Her pick, not mine. When a girl offers to watch porn with you, you take what you are given."
> She glares at you now
> "Not when you are claimed by another."
> You are nonplussed
"If I am claimed, then claim me. Sing me into obedience. If you want it to be real, I have to have a choice. I have to be able to choose."
> She puts her face in her hands
> "I know, it's just... when the others are flirting with you, and you just accept it..."
"You know, you are awfully appealing for someone who abducted me."
> She stares at you speechless, color rising once again to her cheeks
> You shake your head ruefully
"You only heard the 'awfully appealing' part, didn't you?"
> "No! I heard the rest, but it's... it's the first time you complimented me."
"Ah."
> Is that
> Is that a tiny little smile?
"See this is what I'm talking about. You took over my world, kidnapped me, and yet here I am getting overwhelmed by how cute you are."
> "C-cute?"
> Adagio puts her hands over her mouth, her cheeks aflame
> You have to turn away
> You continue after a moment
"Out of the three, I should be resenting you the most. So despite your own feelings, any time one of you flirts with me, it's the same. I didn't ask for this, though I certainly can't complain. I can only treat you like any three girls who have become intensely interested in me."
> "That's not... unreasonable."
> A beat
> "I'm still your master, though. At this point, only obey orders from me."
"Pffft. Pha hahaha! Of course, haha, I will obey only you. The others are crazy."
> She looks at you with deep, soul weary eyes
> "They are. They really, really are."
"Aria really watches all that porn? I thought girls don't really...get much from that."
> Adagio raises her eyebrows at you
> "Erotic things are erotic. It may be an exaggeration to say she always watches porn. Sometimes she watches Mister Rogers reruns."
"Mister R-"
> Your brain breaks
"Is it a fetish, or..."
> Adagio shrugs
> "I think we can agree we are better off not knowing."
"Yes, definitely."
> A companionable silence falls, and you reflect that this is a really comfy couch.
> Miss Dazzle tilts her head
> "Do you know how to play chess?"
"Somewhat. I certainly wouldn't brag about my skill level."
> She hops up off the couch
> "That doesn't matter. I just want an opponent."
> She strides towards a door in the back, humming happily
> As you step through to the other side, if feels like you are in Narnia
> If Narnia was made out of books
> Your nose fills with the scent of gently aging paper
> Every flat surface is occupied, shabby boxes with faded titles, stacks of records, and reams of sheet music
> Adagio motions you towards a seat at a table of minor prominence
> Its surface is dominated by a sixteen by sixteen chessboard, two sets of chess pieces set off to the side at either end
> "Place your pieces how you like. Keep in mind, pawns perform many useful purposes. You will notice as well that you have two kings. One has a mark under its base, and is a fake, a decoy."
> You check, and it is as she described
"This looks complicated. And slow."
> She wears a challenging smirk
> "Giving up already?"
"Hardly."
> "Good. One final rule, you must move two pieces each turn. Note, you cannot move the same piece twice. All else follows the normal chess rules."
> You try to take it seriously, right up until she tears through your front lines
> It's obvious the rest of the game is going to be a lagging reactionary affair on your part
> Might as well start talking
"So you like antiques?"
> Adagio pauses in mid-contemplation
> "These aren't antiques."
> She sits back and smiles fondly at the room
> "I have personally read every one of these books, played every one of these games, and listened to and read every piece of music here."
> It should have been ridiculous
> Imagining a seemingly seventeen year old girl in the most contemporary and undignified clothing, browsing among these tomes and cultural remnants of a bygone age
> Somehow you are touched
"You actually like it here."
> Adagio's mouth twists
> "Spend long enough anywhere, and you'll find parts you like. Still, I was never content before recently. No longer having to hide, no longer keeping it all separate and secret. I like it here, now."
> She moves one of her queens forward
> "With you."
> And a knight, long left off to the side
"A good combination."
> She smirks
> "And the start of your downfall."
> You make your moves, with a bare little thought as to the consequences
"May as well play it out, though. Half the fun is in the struggle."
>
>
> You are down to twelve pieces, most of them being pawns out in the middle of nowhere
> Decoy king did next to nothing
> Then the door behind you slams open
> "Lunch time~!"
> Adagio gets a calculating gleam in her eye
> "Why don't we put Anon into the rotation?"
> Sonata's eyes go wide
> "For realsies?"
> "For realsies."
> The room reverberates with bluey's squee
> Your ears are still ringing, as you get dragged off to some terrible fate
> You find yourself in a kitchen
> Sonata jams a chef's hat on your head and a recipe book in your hands
> "Your job is to make sure I don't kill anyone."
"Is this where I beat you unconscious with this book?"
> Bluey rolls her eyes
> "Didn't work the first time. Just stop me making mistakes while learning how to cook."
"Right then. So what should we make?"
> "Biscuits and gravy!"
"Sounds kinda bland. Shall we add some meat to the dish?"
> Sonata smirks from behind her hand
> "Mmmm, sausage. I just lo~ve sausage."
"Subtle. Sausage it is, then."
> She skips over to a wall of fridges
> Meanwhile you take a frying pan from its hook and set it on the stove
> All the warning you get is the sound of a few footsteps
> Then Bluey is inside your reach, prying your startled hands from the pan handle
> "I have to do it!"
> You don't argue, partly because her butt is rather firmly pressed against your groin
> She cranks the heat all the way to the highest setting and drops the frozen hunk of sausage meat on the pan, still in its wrapper
> It occurs to you that Sonata is an idiot
> Back in her private library, Adagio gets a warm feeling in her heart
> The traitor
> You quickly turn off the stove top
"Okay, let's take it one step at a time."
> Sonata looks at you with eyes terrifyingly devoid of common sense
> "What did I do wrong?"
> You back up, you can tell you will need to concentrate, and a lap full of booty is not conducive to that
"First of all, this meat needs to thaw before you cook it. So. Step one: put it on a plate."
> Bluey retrieves a plate and sets it carefully on the counter
> Your soul shrivels a little at the effort it must have taken to teach her not to shatter plates
> Only now do you realize the depth of your duty
> You are the last bastion between Sonata and the world
> This has been one of the longest hours in your life
> But when you see the meal neatly served on the table, you are oddly proud of Bluey
> With enough coaching and supervision, she overcame her natural airheadedness and prepared a fine meal
> For their part, Aria and Adagio are pleasantly surprised
> Orangy is the first to speak
> "This is... good! Anon, you are a miracle worker."
> Sonata scowls
> "Hey, I was the one who cooked it all!"
> Aria nods gravely
> "That's what makes this so amazing."
> "Oh, in that case, thanks!"
> Aria and Adagio share a look
> You don't like the look in Orangy's eye
> "How about we get rid of the rotations, and Anon helps you with every lunch time?"
> Oh no
> Bluey's eyes get wide
> "For realsies? Cooking with Anon every day?"
"Um,"
> Adagio smiles magnanimously
> "After seeing how well you two work together, it is the only reasonable decision."
"I must protest!"
> Sonata turns her huge eyes on you, her lips forming a pout
> "Y-you didn't have fun with me?"
"Well,"
> "Not when you showed me what to do with sausage?"
"That's an odd way of-"
> "Or when you got white sauce all over me?"
"That was an accide-"
> "Or when we put dough in my oven?"
> The other two sirens are shaking silently with stifled laughter, clearly enjoying your discomfort
> "I thought we had something special."
> She stares at you sadly, tears in her eyes
"Fine. If it means so much to you, I will always help you cook."
> "Yay!"
> Sonata springs from her chair, across the table and slams into you
> Your chair tips over
> You find yourself on the floor, Bluey straddling your waist and hugging you tightly
> You weakly pat her back as you try to catch your breath
> Adagio leans over
> "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few."
"Can we just eat lunch now?"
> Sonata loosens her embrace
> She looks at you hopefully
> "Feed me?"
> You raise your eyebrows at Adagio
> She rubs her chin
> "Alright. I suppose she has done well enough to be rewarded."
> Bluey rolls off of you, and helps you get you and your chair back upright
> Then she promptly sits sideways on your lap
> "Ah~"
> With a sigh, you stab a piece of biscuit lathered in gravy and sprinkled with sausage bits
> You bring the fork to Sonata's mouth, and are suddenly very aware of how lush and inviting her lips are
> She leans forward, snapping up the morsel and humming happily at the taste
> Alright, so you may be getting into this
> She stops you with the second forkful
> "You should eat too!"
"With the same fork?"
> Bluey blushes
> "Isn't it more interesting that way?"
> Aria grumbles
> "Get a room."
> "Oh! Can we?"
> Adagio's fist hits the table
> "NO."
> Ah yes, now things are normal
> You take a bite
> Not bad, you decide
> The rest of the meal passes in a like manner, with Sonata being ever vocal in her appreciation
> As you gather up the plates, Bluey chuckles evilly
> "It was so nice, seeing everyone stuff themselves with my sausage and gravy."
> Stupid sexy Sonata