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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />Just a thing to say because I'm dumb and didn't really elaborate on it, and some people got confused: Anon is Sonata's great-grandson. &quot;I mean that literally and not just as a way of saying that she's his ancestor and she's really REALLY old. &quot;Sonata really did give birth to Anon's grandmother. &quot;Adagio and Aria had kids around that time, and they intermingled with Sonata's kids. &quot;The siren genes spread out and eventually there came a descendant that had <span class="nu0">50</span>% or more siren genes: Anon.<br /><br />Note: &quot;The timeline in the story is subject to change because I don't know what I'm doing. &quot;Unless a scene is implied to have taken place immediately after the scene preceding it, it is safe to assume that a number of days have passed in between the scenes.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sirens track down one of their descendants</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's a tiny bit skeptical at the whole &quot;otherworldly sea monster&quot; thing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They gotta try to convince him that they're related before Anon throws them out of his house</span><br /><br />&quot;Bullshit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata cringes and wrings her hands together, trying to shrink into the couch.</span><br />&quot;You're like, <span class="nu0">16</span>.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why did you even let these kids into your apartment?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They accosted you in the park and they were making a scene; a bunch of old hags were giving you dirty looks, and you were pretty sure that you'd get the cops called on you if you didn't get the four of you out of public.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tried to ditch them outside your building, but their tiny arms are freakishly strong and you were frogmarched into your own apartment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And now look at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've got a grumpy purple girl with tits the size of raisins (and an ass that's putting her pants to the test) reading one of your books</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A poofy orange girl with hips that don't quit is enjoying a drink from your fridge</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And this blue girl with an amazing rack (who doesn't like to wear bras, by the looks of those two lumps on the front of her shirt) is squirming anxiously on your couch and trying to pass for your great-grandmother.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The thought is so silly and impossible you don't know why you're even bothering to have such a conversation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio sips her drink and watches you intently; she's been looking between you and Sonata as you talked to each other as though following a game of tennis.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria glances over the edge of her book, disinterested, before going back to her reading.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I told you it wouldn't work, Sonata,&quot; Aria drawls, licking her thumb and turning a page, &quot;If my grandkids and Adagio's little brats didn't buy it, then why in Equestria did you think that your sprog would believe you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Faster than you thought possible for a girl her size, Sonata darts forward and grabs your hands in hers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're warm and soft</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grips you tightly, but not painfully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C'mon, Nonny!&quot; begs Sonata, a desperate look on her face, &quot;You just GOTTA believe me!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Believe you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to pull your hands away, but once again; tiny freakishly strong arms.</span><br />&quot;What do you mean, believe you? That you're a magic creature from legend? That I have 'siren blood' in me? That you and your friends here are effectively ageless?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;All three girls are staring silently at you now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata looks over at her friends and then back to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-Yes?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God dammit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try and pull your hands away again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, Anonymous?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The purple grump doesn't even bother looking away from her book when she speaks to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Have you ever noticed the way people just seem to gravitate to you? Even though you seem to me like you're a socially-retarded turd-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aria!&quot; hisses Sonata, looking offended</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;-you've probably gotten the lion's share of attention in school.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She isn't wrong. People back in high school used to describe you as being really easy to get along with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;People you hadn't spoken to in weeks would greet you with a big smile and a pat on the back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was so unsettling and wide-spread that you used to think that they were making fun of you or something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria finally looks up at you, and her gaze is intense; you can't look away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Haven't you seen it? People who just seem to like you for no reason, or people who notice right away when you enter the room? Have you ever given some kind of bullshit, half-assed class speech and had everyone eating out of your hand?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were the valedictorian at graduation, and it was up to you to give a speech. By the way the crowd reacted to it, you would have thought that you had just told the something life-changing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria must see some sliver of realization on your face, because she smirks victoriously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You'd probably be the most popular kid in school if you had any actual social graces. Siren powers can only get you so far, even if you ARE related to someone as powerful as we are.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This sounds like she's describing some dumb self-insert OC from a terrible fanfiction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio looks excited and puts down her drink, plonking it onto your coffee table with a bit more force than she probably needed to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How do you think we even found you, Anon? &quot;Sonata, Aria, and I have had a bunch of kids over the years; way before there were computers to keep track of names and easily back in the day when these records were kept in buildings that were just BEGGING to catch on fire with the way they were built.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&gt;She gestures around the room wildly, aiming her arms in the general direction of the musical instruments you have leaning up against a wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Every creature with siren blood in them emits a kind of magical energy when they play an instrument or when they sing. &quot;You still play, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria sniffs loudly and nudges Adagio.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He bought these things, genius; instruments are expensive. &quot;No shit he plays.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio sends a withering glare to her friend, who just smirks back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[spoiler]mom and dad stop fighting[/spoiler]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous, we used to sing all the time; we know all about this stuff. &quot;Once we started listening for other sirens, we found y-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Again; bullshit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio slumps forward and slams her forehead onto the table.</span><br />&quot;Why didn't I ever feel some kind of magical radar signal coming fr-let go already.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your hands free from Sonata's grip; she leans back into the couch, looking sullen.</span><br />&quot;Why didn't I ever feel... all that shit you just described if you used to sing all the time?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio lifts her head to speak, but Aria beats her to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's because you've got shit for blood, you half-breed.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hey, wow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rude.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Surprisingly enough, Sonata jumps to her feet, looking furious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shut up, Aria! &quot;At least MY grandkid isn't a dirty litt-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria drops her book and looks up at Sonata, a shocked and panicked expression on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, alright! &quot;Jesus, fine! &quot;I'm sorry!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata turns to you and takes up from where Aria left off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You can't really tell, Anon, because you aren't a full siren like we are. &quot;We would have been too far away for you to hear us.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio stands up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That gives me an idea,&quot; she says, grabbing her friends by the hand and tugging them a few feet away, &quot;maybe if we sing, he'll-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Naw, we lost our gems,&quot; grumbles Aria, glaring balefully at Sonata, &quot;Besides, his blood's too weak.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata glares right back at her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;His blood is just fine, thank you VERY much. &quot;Maybe it'll work if all three of us try 'cause we're right here in front of him.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What happens next shakes you to your core.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The three of them start singing in harmony; no song, no lyrics... just singing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It feels like you're standing in a roaring thunderstorm, being buffeted by rain and wind that hits you in waves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls' appearance seem to shimmer and glow, teasing you with ghost-images of wings and fins.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a split second, you're sure that you can smell the ocean.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It all stops just as quickly as it comes when the three girls stop singing, and you're left standing there with your mouth gaping wide open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata breaks the silence by nudging Aria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See, Aria?&quot; she asks smugly, &quot;I told you nothing was wrong with his blood.&quot;</span><br /><br />-----------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anon, and it is several hours later.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're all gathered around your coffee table again, each of you nursing cooling mugs of coffee.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After you recovered from your... experience with siren magic, you and the girls sat down to have an actual serious conversation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The first time around, you were just humouring them; mostly because you were worried about what they would do if you kicked them out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The second time around?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Brother, shit got real.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The first two or three hours were spent telling you about themselves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They came from a world called &quot;Equestria&quot;, where a bunch of ugly, uppity horse bastards rule with &quot;an iron hoof&quot;; banishing their enemies to celestial bodies and waging wars against unsuspecting nations.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...at least, that's the way they put it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While in Equestria, they were the three most beautiful and powerful sirens that dared to make their home in the oceans, whose bravery was unmatched and their territory vast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Again; their words, not yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A hairy old wizard banished them because their singing voices were disrupting the power of &quot;harmony&quot;, which was something that the horses had absolute control over and allowed them to stay in power for hundreds and hundreds of years.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was around this time that you learned your new friends were well over 1000 years old.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Friends&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You mean &quot;relatives&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turns out that Sonata wasn't lying when she said that she was your great-grandmother.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't have the papers to back it up, but that crazy light show back there is enough for you to believe a lot of things these sirens say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After you discussed their history in Equestria, you all began talking about their future and what place you have in it.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria stands up from her position on the couch, forcing Adagio to lean up against Sonata's shoulder to avoid falling onto the cushion Aria just occupied.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The purple siren walks around the coffee table and kneels down in front of your chair, reaching out and cupping your cheeks with both hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I need you to listen very carefully, alright?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Because I'm going to ask you a very important question.&quot; she continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Again, you nod.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silence reigns for five long seconds while Aria gives you the most intense look of your life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Can we crash here for a while?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What?</span><br />&quot;Wh-is that it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria squishes your cheeks together and glares at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What do you mean, is that it?&quot; she growls, &quot;Just because we're immortal doesn't mean that we want to sleep out in the streets.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The purple girl stands back up and walks over to the side of your chair so that she can smack you upside the head.</span><br />&quot;Ow! Hey!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Stop hitting my grandson!&quot; cries Sonata, looking and sounding outraged and exasperated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria just snorts and roughly tussels your hair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He might be my grandson as well,&quot; she says, &quot;And I won't accept the closest thing we've got to a male siren acting like an idiot.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata huffs and pushes herself back into the sofa cushion, crossing her arms and pouting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That doesn't mean you can just hit him...&quot; she grumbles, prompting Adagio to rub her arm comfortingly.</span><br />&quot;Wait, wait,&quot; you say, waving your hand in front of Aria's face to grab her attention, &quot;What do you mean, I might be your grandson too?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sonata and I are sisters, aren't we?&quot; replies Aria, &quot;and you're Sonata's great-grandson.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give her an unimpressed look.</span><br />&quot;That would make you my great-grandaunt.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria shrugs and walks away, heading in the direction of your kitchen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Close enough!&quot; she shouts over her shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Actually, Anon,&quot; says Adagio, rolling her eyes at Aria, &quot;Back there when we sang for you, you had a much stronger reaction than we thought you would for someone with so little siren blood in you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She places a friendly hand on Sonata's shoulder, prompting the blue girl to smile and stop pouting.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sirens attract sirens, and we're starting to think that some of my kids or Aria's offspring made babies with Sonata's kids.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That makes you stop and think.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're sisters, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Blood-sisters?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If sirens attract sirens, and you have more siren blood in you than you would have if your only siren relative was Sonata, that would mean...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, ew!</span><br />&quot;Th-that sounds... horribly incestuous...&quot; you choke out, unable to decide if you should be sickened or aroused.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;[spoiler]whynotboth.beaner[/spoiler]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata tilts her head like a curious puppy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I guess. You seem kinda grossed out, Nonny. What's wrong with that?&quot;</span><br />&quot;What's wrong with incest?&quot; you ask, incredulous.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your great-grandmother just nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This isn't exactly a conversation you want to have.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luckily for you, Adagio takes over for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sonata, honey,&quot; she coos, &quot;Humans think that making babies with their family is weird and gross, remember? It's not like back home.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's a lot more informative and a lot more kindly than how you would have put it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata's face crumples into a look of contempt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's an expression you never thought she was capable of making.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From the short time you've known the girls, you feel like you're starting to get a bit of a feel for their personalities, and Sonata seems like the last siren to express something so negative.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wow, really?&quot; Sonata asks, sounding like she doesn't believe her sister, &quot;That's dumb.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata gestures to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I mean, Nonny here's got lotsa siren blood in him, right? A bunch of our kids made babies together and he's just fine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles brightly at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right, Nonny?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, god, are you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've never had to think about this before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Y-you're normal, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is there some way for you to check?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Have you been retarded this entire time, but you were too retarded to know?!</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio saves you, thankfully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course he's fine, Sonata,&quot; she says, rubbing your great-grandmother's arm, &quot;Sirens are strong.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Speaking of sirens...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;...just how 'siren' are you, anyway?</span><br />&quot;Uh, girls?&quot; you ask, feeling a bit of dread pooling in your gut, &quot;How much siren blood do you think I have in me? If I'm not one-eighth siren, then what am I? A quarter?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria walks back into the room with an open bag of chips in her hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A quarter,&quot; Aria says, spraying your carpet with half-chewed chip crumbs, &quot;Two-fifths... maybe even one-half if our little cunt-parasites kept it aallll in the family.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart simultaneously skips a beat and leaps up into your throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're the product of generations of incest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like a eugenics program, only shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He's as close to a male siren as we're going to get.&quot; concludes Aria, oblivious to your discomfort</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That plus the revelation that you might not even really human hits you like a punch to the gut.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did you hear that, Nonny?!&quot; cheers Sonata, leaping out of her seat (and causing Adagio to tumble onto the warm, unoccupied cushion this time) and running over to embrace you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She crawls into your lap and pulls your head against her chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You might be as high as half-siren!&quot; she cries happily, wriggling against you, &quot;Forget your dumb, stupid human laws; you're one of us!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab Sonata with shaking hands and try to push her off of you, but these metaphorical one-two punches are making you feel weak.</span><br />&quot;S-Sonata?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata just hugs you tighter, trapping your face in her boob-prison.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's 'grandma' to you, mister.&quot; she says with a laugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You glance down at your mugs of cold coffee. [spoiler]You can only see out of one eye because the other one is being pressed firmly against one of Sonata's tits.[/spoiler]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...you're going to need something a lot stronger than those.</span><br /><br />------------------------------------------<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anon, and you are at the liquor store.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You said that you needed something strong to deal with all this bullshit, and you meant it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls came with you because getting drunk with their grandkid sounded like a good time to them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You skip the beer section (oh, who are you kidding; you skip the vodka cooler section) and go straight for the spirits.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Walking down the long aisle, you focus on what you want to get.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rum...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vodka...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whiskey...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ano-oh, for fuck's sake...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;SMACK</span><br />&quot;Ow!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You whip around to face your assailant and glare at a grumpy-looking Aria.</span><br />&quot;Do you not know how to talk to someone without hitting them first?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You point a finger at Aria.</span><br />&quot;You do that again, you're gonna get-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A blue hand comes out of nowhere and smacks Aria upside the head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel a vindictive thrill at the grump finally getting what was coming to her.</span><br />&quot;...smacked.&quot; you finish, a smile growing on you lips<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What did I say?&quot; hisses Sonata, glaring at Aria and bearing her (surprisingly sharp) teeth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How many teeth does that girl have?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There are at least 3 times too many sharp canine teeth in that girl's maw.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata turns to face you and smiles indulgently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pick whatever you want, sweetie,&quot; she coos, &quot;I'll buy it for you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eugh.</span><br />&quot;Sonata... you're getting way too into this 'grandmother' thing.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata waves a hand dismissively at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nonsense, Nonny,&quot; she purrs, leaning forward and presenting one of her cheeks to you, &quot;Now give grandma a kiss.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes and take a step backwards.</span><br />&quot;Oh, fuck off.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata &quot;harumph&quot;s and crosses her arms, pouting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's no way to speak to your grandmother, Nonny.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just shake your head and look back at the racks of alcohol.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cannot put into words just how uncomfortable you feel that a 16-year-old girl is doting over you like a little old lady.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's your great-grandmother, sure, but try telling that to your erection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More importantly, try telling that to the store employees, who are already looking at you and your group of seemingly-underage girls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had better not go to jail for letting them buy you liq-wait.</span><br />&quot;Since when do you have money?&quot; you hiss, trying not to draw any more attention to you than you already are, &quot;I thought you were staying at my place because you were broke.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Broke?!&quot; barks Aria, breaking out into laughter, &quot;Anon, we aren't broke!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria wipes a tear from her eye and grabs two bottles from the shelf at random, not even looking at what she snatched up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Homeless, maybe, but not broke.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio walks over to you with two bottles of vodka in her hands; she nods to Sonata, who wanders off into the heart of the liquor store in search for something to drink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How do you think we survived for a thousand years, kiddo?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel panic grip your heart at her words; why would she admit that in a crowded store?!</span><br />&quot;Shh!&quot; you hiss, speaking in a whisper-shout, &quot;Do you want to get caught?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria rolls her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How do you think we survived for a thousand years, idiot?&quot; she asks, nearly mirroring Adagio.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's the sort of pet name every grandchild wishes for their grandma or aunt to call them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who in their right minds would believe that we're over a thousand years old?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...dammit, she's right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio nudges you with her elbow, careful not to accidentally drop the vodka she's holding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We can talk more when we get home, okay?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without warning, Sonata comes jogging into view with three big cardboard boxes in hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Girls, look!&quot; she shouts, &quot;Vodka coolers! Since when do they sell pre-mixed drinks?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio looks at the impressive hoard of shitty drinks with a worried frown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tinkling of glass-on-glass from inside the boxes and the way Sonata's tower of booze is swaying seems to make the orange girl rather nervous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;H-How many vo-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata interrupts with a happy chirp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;All of them!&quot;</span><br /><br />---------------------<br /><br />&quot;Right, right.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anon, and you've made it back from the liquor store.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're all sitting around your coffee table, and the girls have claimed their usual seats.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They get the big three-person sofa (Adagio on the left, Aria in the middle, and Sonata closest to you on the right), and you get the equally-comfy one-person recliner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've got all your shit from the store sitting on the floor, because you're going to want to make some dinner and get some food into your stomach before you try and drink your problems away.</span><br />&quot;So what's the deal? Why did you come here to find me; other than needing a place to stay?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm not gonna lie to you, Anon,&quot; Adagio says, leaning back into the sofa, &quot;There wasn't much more to it than that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were worried for a moment that you were important, or something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If any of our other offspring - or our offspring's offspring - had agreed to take us in, we'd be there right now instead of sitting on your couch and getting drunk.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Getting drunk?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like 3 in the afterno-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound of swishing off to your side draws your attention; over to your left, Aria has opened one of her bottles and just took a big swig of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Brilliant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know what?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whatever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Let's get drunk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach into your tall paper bag and pull out your purchase, feeling regret that you forgot to buy something to mix it with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It won't stop you from drinking directly from the tap, but it's there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But!&quot; Adagio interjects after patiently waiting for you to take a sip, &quot;Since you were so kind and agreed to take us in-</span><br />&quot;All you did was go into my home and refuse to leave when I told you to.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;-SO KIND,&quot; repeats Adagio loudly, speaking over you, &quot;We're going to reward you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You glance over at the other two sirens and watch as they look at each other and smirk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata sends you a big, dumb wink that makes you feel uncomfortable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We're gonna buy a place to live and you're gonna live with us,&quot; Adagio continues, &quot;And yo-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Bullshit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really like the way getting a lot of mileage out of that word.</span><br />&quot;Do you have any idea how much a house costs?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio grosses her arms and frowns at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Uh...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's got you there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio giggles at your frustration (you must have pulled some kind of face at her) and unscrews one of her own bottles of liquor.</span><br />&quot;Like I was trying to tell you in the liquor store,&quot; she begins, &quot;My sisters and I have gotten pretty good at playing the stock exchange.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria decides to chime in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Impressively, she's already about a quarter of the way through her bottle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jesus, Aria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We also invest in a bunch of different companies.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm good a-EHURRK-&quot; Sonata coughs and chokes, nearly dropping her half-empty vodka cooler.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Swallow first, dummy,&quot; chides Aria, pounding her sister on the back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm -ahem!- I'm good at math!&quot; says Sonata, finally, &quot;So I get to balance all kinds of numbers!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata smiles brightly at you and rocks back and forth a little bit, looking very excited to show off her abilities.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria tucks the bottle between her legs and holds it tightly in place with her thighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;wew, lad</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Basically?&quot; drawls the purple girl as she grabs her sisters around the shoulders and pulls them in close, &quot;We're the richest bitches you'll ever meet.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Snizzity-snap.</span><br />&quot;And you want me to live with you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio opens her mouth to speak, but Sonata beats her to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yup!&quot; she chirps, bouncing up and down on her seat, &quot;We're gonna have a big house, and we're all gonna live together, and we're gonna be happy-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aww.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is actually kinda sweet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;-and we're all gonna sleep in one huge bed-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, what?</span><br />&quot;I'm sorry?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;-and we're gonna make lots and lots of little siren babies-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're gonna WHAT?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is less sweet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You point an accusing finger at Sonata, who is too far gone in her imaginary world to notice your distress.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...or her sister's amusement at your response, for that matter.</span><br />&quot;Wait, wait, wait! Go back! I didn't agree to any of that!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mind unintentionally replays the scene from a little while earlier where Sonata didn't get why incest was weird</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite yourself, Sonata's plans for you are giving you the weirdest erection you've ever had in your life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;-and we're all gonna love each other, and we'll be happy forever!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata finally - FINALLY - ends her rambling</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stares right into your eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neither of Sonata's sisters say anything</span><br />&quot;Wh-why did Sonata say that we're making babies?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria and Adagio look at each other, and then back to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They each simultaneously grin at you, displaying their way-too-fucking-many sharp teeth</span><br />&quot;Girls?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata (after a couple of nudges from Aria) starts grinning at you too; her smile, however, is much more innocent than Aria and Adagio's predatory grins</span><br />&quot;Girls?&quot; you repeat, your voice one octave higher; still no response.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to Sonata in desperation.</span><br />&quot;G-Grandma?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Lots and lots of siren babies, Nonny,&quot; repeats Sonata.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, okay, you get it now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're just fucking with you and you fell for it because you're a huge chump.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...right?</span><br /><br />-------------------------------------<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be several hours later.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be kinda drunk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...be actually pretty drunk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's gonna be real hard to explain to your landlord why you've got three drunk teenagers in your apartment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You express this to the girls and Adagio shoves her hand into your face and makes &quot;shhh&quot; noises at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don' you worry, Anon,&quot; slurs Adagio, leaning heavily into your shoulder and patting you clumsily on the cheek, &quot;We got this covered.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Do you?&quot; you ask doubtfully, &quot;Do you really?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh-huh! S'takes a lil' while to buy a house, y'know?&quot; she says, pressing her face right up to your ear; presumably so that you can hear her better</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...you don't know why, but she's started whispering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-We... we're gonna get a real nice house faaaaarrr-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio waves her glass-filled hand around, spraying ice-cold drink everywhere.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But hey; you guess you're going to live in a new house soon, so fuck these carpets, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;-away where no-one can find us. An'...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio collapses against you and starts poking you in the chest with each &quot;an'&quot; she says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;An'... an'.... an' then... An' then we're gonna... w-we're gonna...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...this girl is taking you for a wild ride.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio goes to take a sip from her glass only to discover it empty; she'd been rather enthusiastic with her gesturing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...fuck.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks so disappointed and sounds so sad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata claps the palms of her hands to her cheeks dramatically.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We're gonna fuck?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata looks between you, Aria, and Adagio with an expression of child-like glee on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, boy!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio puts her glass down on the couch and wraps her arms around your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fuckin' just... jus' lemme...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries climbing into your lap, but she doesn't seem to have the coordination.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C-Celes'ia... fucking dammit... Stop bein' so... so...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Okay, this is actually pretty funny; well, it is now that you've got a few drinks in you, anyway.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria stands up, wobbles, and then slowly lurches over to you with all the grace and poise of an oiled gazelle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops in front of you, reaches forward with wobbling hands, and cups your cheeks tightly to make sure that you can't look away from her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I have another question for you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria's amazingly coherent considering how much she's had to drink.</span><br />&quot;Mhr-hrr?&quot; you grunt as best you can through your smooshed cheeks.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You drool a little bit onto Aria's hand, but she either doesn't notice or doesn't care.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's less of a question and more of a request.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She puts that stuff away like it's water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I need you to fuck us.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[spoiler]Grandma, why?[/spoiler]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria's face takes on a bit of a red tinge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;R-Right now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab Aria's wrists and try to tug them away from your face, but you cannot budge them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You keep forgetting about how freakishly strong they are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well? Will you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hng-got unna fhrhhhk'oo.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria narrows her eyes and brings her face closer towards you threateningly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What did you just fucking say to me?&quot; she hisses dangerously</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aria,&quot; sighs Sonata, pulling her sister off of you, &quot;Let my lil' darling speak.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After twisting your tongue around your mouth and making sure that you don't taste blood, you address the two sirens.</span><br />&quot;N-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes a second for your slightly drunk mind to realize that you're being kissed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your vision is full of purple and your mouth is full of someone else's tongue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Presumably the one attached to the face you're staring at.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria pulls away with a loud, sloppy &quot;Mwah!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I quick glance off to Sonata shows her staring at her red-faced sister in shock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know if it was the liquor, the kiss, or both, but Aria's face is bright red.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Meanwhile, Adagio is mumbling something into your ear again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I said,&quot; growls Aria, cupping your cheeks again, &quot;I need you to fuck us.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Aria; Aria looks back at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Sonata; Sonata nods excitedly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Adagio; Adagio drools on your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Welp, it's three against one and majority rules.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You figure you can justify this by not exactly being in the best state of mind to be making good decisions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What happens next is sober-you's problem.</span><br />&quot;Okie dokie.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Get on your fucking level, Casanova.</span><br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />&quot;Urrgh...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;oh god</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Extremely</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;EXTREMELY</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hungover.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your head is killing you and your stomach is threatening to revolt against the monarchy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You keep your eyes shut, knowing that once you open them the day will begin and you'll have to face whatever happened last night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;EVERYTHING.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From the headache to the nausea; to the inappropriate texts you probably sent; to the online purchase you might have made; to the... whatever you did with the three seemingly-underage girls who have been living with you for about two days.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Three days?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What time is it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your living room is probably a mess, which means you'll have to clean that up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel like shit already, and now you have to power through it if you don't want your carpet to smell like booze for the rest of its life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The less said about your stomach, the better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's rolling up and down and up and down and oh god, why does it feel like you're moving?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You crack open an eye and are met with a sight that sends tingles through your loins and a worrying clenching in your stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria, your great-grandaunt, is sitting on your lap; ass-naked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's rolling her hips back and forth, and that movement is what's contributing to your inevitable vomit-explosion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breasts (which you admit aren't as small as you had spitefully labeled them after they invaded your home) jerk in movement a whole half-step out of time with the rest of her body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those dark-purple nipples could cut glass, boy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria eyes you with a heavy-lidded expression, but you aren't sure if it's from the sex or the daylight that's streaming into a room full of four individuals who are recovering from a drinking bender.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her skin is glistening with sweat (and other fluids); you can practically taste her musky scent from here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;L-Look who's f-finally awake...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria leans forward, bracing herself on your balled-up bedsheets.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she balances herself (she still looks a little bit drunk), Aria plants her damp palm on your cheek and gives you a clumsy light slap to the cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Somehow, it manages to convey with it a sense of fondness rather than a desire to hurt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Or at least you THINK it's fond, given her history for hitting you a lot harder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sle-sleeping beauty, huh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria lets out a little breathy laugh and rubs your face, tiredly dragging her hand down your neck and caressing your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hungover (and quite frankly, still kinda drunk) brain finally starts chugging, and you become aware that you are naked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to get some answers out of the girl; such as why you are having sex.</span><br />&quot;Wh-What are...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What am I doing?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bingo, buck-a-roo.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria rolls her eyes and wipes the tangled, sweaty mass of purple-and-mint hair from her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;T-take a wild guess, genius. Th-those two idiots over there-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She points off to the side where Adagio and Sonata lay draped over the side of the bed, faces pressed against the hard floor and having either passed out in that position or else rolled over in their sleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[spoiler]They're probably fine.[/spoiler]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;-think they w-want more sirens. And you know what?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria shrugs her shoulders and nearly topples off of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why not? I've s-shoved a couple of little wrinkly brats out over the years, so I have n-no problems with the idea.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her matted hair tumbles down in front of her face, and Aria takes a few seconds to properly throw her hair over her shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And who wouldn't want a bunch of charismatic immortals who are loyal only to your family?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands (which had meandered over to her ass while you weren't paying attention to them) squeeze as shock washes over you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The way Aria moans from deep down in her chest almost makes it worth how you're beginning to question your mortality.</span><br />&quot;I-Immortals?&quot; you gasp, kneading the purple girl's firm ass, &quot;What d-do you mean, immortals?!&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What does she mean by immortals?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe it's the hangover; maybe it's the shock of what appears to be a 16-year-old girl bouncing up and down on your cock...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[spoiler]unf[/spoiler]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...but the very first thing to pop into your head is &quot;Highlander&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So, are YOU immortal?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Does more siren equal more immortality, much like how more organs equals more human?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria's sits back upright and transfers her hands from the sides of your head to your chest and shoulders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ooh!&quot; gasps Aria, &quot;You're twitching inside of me~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know what? You'll tackle his existential crisis at a time when you're not hungover and your teenage great-grandaunt is no longer trying to milk your cock dry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria leans forward once more and plants her hands on either sides of your head and leans in close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But they think that they're gonna be the first to give birth to someone with the most siren blood in them since us.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shifts her weight onto one arm so that she can use her other to flick you on the forehead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Half-siren plus whole siren equals three-quarters siren.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lowers herself even further so that she can shift her arms and rest on her elbows.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grins at you, stretching her lips and deliberately giving you a look at her too-fucking-many long, pointy teeth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And I've got myself a pretty little half-siren right here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whether it's the hangover or the sheer strangeness of the situation, you don't even notice your impending orgasm before it hits you like a freight train.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tighten your grip on Aria's ass and, acting on instinct, drive yourself as deep as you can inside her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria herself collapses onto your chest and rests her head on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;White-hot pleasure floods your mind, helped along by the erotic quiet gasps that Aria is breathing into your ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Strength leaves your body and you lay sprawled-out on your bed, breathing hard and twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Welp,&quot; groans Aria, lifting herself off of you inelegantly, un-impaling herself and crawling off of the bed, &quot;that's done.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sniffles and rubs her nose with the back of one of her hands, turning to look at you over her shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll let you know if this one takes, hot stuff.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She starts to make her way to the door, but stops in front of the other sirens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nudges Adagio with a toe, making her head nod back and forth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Call me when these two wake up. I want to be able to brag properly that I got knocked up first.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria stops at the door frame just before she exits the room, and she turns to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Was it good for you too, baby?&quot; she asks smugly (and most likely sarcastically).</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You respond by rolling over, sticking your head off over the edge of the bed, and being violently ill all over the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looks like all that early-morning post-bender excitement finally caught up with your stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ew,&quot; says Aria, wrinkling her nose at the acrid smell, &quot;Surely I wasn't THAT bad?&quot;</span><br /><br />-----------------------------------------------<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sonata, get off of him.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anon, and you are laying, face-down, on your great-grandmother's chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You WERE lying on the living room couch all by yourself, and you felt perfectly content with stewing in your own post-night-of-debauchery misery.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That is, until Sonata came along and crawled underneath you so that she could share the scent of vomit and regret you surely carry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't overstate just how stronk these former sea-monsters are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spot Adagio approaching out of the corner of your left eye; your right eye is stuck closed, trapped in Sonata's boob prison along with the entire right side of your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata shakes her head 'no', rubbing her cheek against the top of your mop of hair right where she had been resting it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nuh-uh, 'Dagi! Nonny's sick and he needs his grandma!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio breathes a long-suffering sigh and pinches the bridge of her nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, Sonata, he isn't sick,&quot; she explains patiently (if crossly), &quot;He's hungover thanks to the ungodly amount of alcohol he drank last night.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio clearly has never had a hangover before; none of the sirens have if their being up-and-about this morning means anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those lucky bitches will never know the pleasure of what boils down to a 24-hour flu from drinking too much.</span><br />&quot;Nooo...&quot; you warble, &quot;I can be both...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata wraps her arms tighter around your back and hugs you with vigor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata kisses the top of your head and pats your back in a comforting gesture.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio sighs and rolls her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look, just... We did some groceries this morning, Anon, so you should be able to find something to eat.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You moan pitifully in what you hope will be interpreted as a 'thank you' as Adagio turns her back and walks out of the room to parts unknown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't you worry about 'Dagi, Nonny,&quot; coos Sonata, planting kisses all over the top of your head, &quot;I'll keep you safe from her and mean ol' nasty Aria, okay?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking Aria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That works both as an emotional reflection AND an accurate description of what went down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She'd mounted you at some point during the night and rode you until you came inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wasn't fucking around when she said that she wanted more sirens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After you cleaned up your vomit and finally left your bedroom, Aria was WAITING for you, and she was nothing short of relentless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The way she rubbed her belly would have looked downright maternal if not for that smug smirk on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wasn't so smug when your hangover came back with a vengeance and you threw up all over her shoes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If it's the last thing you do, you're going to start fucking these sirens just so that you can spitefully impregnate Aria last.</span><br /><br />------------------------------<br /><br />~~Later~~<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Open wide~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You glare at the approaching spoon of steaming tomato soup.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least Sonata had stopped making &quot;choo-choo!&quot; noises with her mouth to try and get you to eat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You purse your lips and turn your head away like a fussy toddler.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata's shoulders sag dramatically and she plops the spoon back down into the bowl from whence it came, making fat droplets of soup spray out of the bowl and onto your poor, abused carpet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nonny, c'mon. Let your old granny help make you feel better.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe it's just the hangover talking, but you'd felt a lot better with your face in between Sonata's breasts... but you aren't about to tell her that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you do, then she'll probably start going around topless; and if she does that, then the other sirens will start doing it too just so that Sonata doesn't have an &quot;edge&quot; over them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Actually...</span><br />&quot;I'd fee-HURK&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;FUCK</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata, the tricky bitch, snuck a spoonful of soup into your mouth right as you opened your mouth to speak!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reflexively swallow the hot fluid and marvel at its flavour.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is the best tomato soup you've ever had.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata must have seen the look on your face, because her mood immediately does a 180 and a great big smile stretches her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See, Nonny? Isn't this romantic?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ugh...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew you'd regret saying that.</span><br /><br />--------------------<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be from the distant year of two hours ago</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be noticeably more hungover than you will be in two hours from now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are laying on your living-room sofa and trying to ignore the way your carpet still smells like whatever the fuck Adagio had to drink last night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Speaking of Adagio and liquor, those two very things are in the room right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio is sitting on your single-person couch in your usual place, drinking down whatever it is she bought yesterday with a mocking look on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girl can get drunk as a skunk, but she apparently didn't live for hundreds of years without learning how to deal with an enormous hangover as though it were nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound of your pipes creaking tells you that Aria is probably in the bathroom, washing up after you puked all over her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're going to picture the look of disgust and outrage she had on her face the next time you masturbate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking Aria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That works both as an emotio-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So,&quot; drawls Adagio, &quot;I heard you had some fun last night.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly up an eye (the only one visible from your blanket cocoon you have wrapped around yourself right now) and, wincing at the early-afternoon sunlight, glare at Adagio.</span><br />&quot;F-Fuck you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio shrugs gracefully and takes a big sip of her drink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wrong siren, Anon~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your stomach rolls at the sight and you groan miserably, which just makes Adagio laugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah... I remember MY first hangover.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio somehow manages to sound both nostalgic and condescending at the same time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She downs the rest of her drink without any outward indication that she's bothered by the burn of alcohol, and then kneels down next to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You'll be fine, champ,&quot; she says, rubbing your shoulder, &quot;Just try not to puke on ME too, okay?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No promises, you ass.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata announces her arrival into your living room with a gasp and the pitter-patter of bare feet on carpet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata rushes over to you with her arms outstretched, prepared to sweep you up into a hug, but Adagio grabs her by the collar and holds her back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Easy there, Sonata. He'll be fine in a few hours.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata doesn't look convinced, but listens to Adagio.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hovers around you, anxiously wringing her hands and shooting you concerned looks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C-Can you at least go check on him, Adagio?&quot; whimpers Sonata, &quot;He looks really sick.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio waves a hand dismissively, turning to glance in your direction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, he does not.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She squats in front of you, looking at you appraisingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Huh,&quot; she grunts, &quot;You really actually aren't looking so good, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Adagio ignore Sonata's quiet &quot;Told you so!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio stands up and pulls scrap of paper and a pen out of her back pocket, and begins scribbling something down onto it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she's finished writing, she hands the paper to Sonata.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go to the grocery store on Camelback Road and grab these ingredients. Some soup is what Anon's stomach needs right now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata looks over the list, nodding vaguely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nonny has plenty of canned soup in his cupboards.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, it's shit,&quot; insists Adagio as she crosses her arms, &quot;It's SHIT. I'll make him something actually edible.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata rushes out of the room and slams the front door hard enough to make you wince.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After she's gone, Adagio saunters over to you and sits down on the armrest closest to your head.</span><br />&quot;You're really gonna make me soup?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I guess. Between me, Aria, and Sonata, I'm the leader. It's the leader's job to make sure that her team isn't, you know...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leans forward and pokes you in the forehead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...dying of alcohol poisoning.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grimace in discomfort and almost manage to make it look like a smile; it's the furthest thing away from a frown you've produce all morning, in any case.</span><br />&quot;That's almost sweet.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, don't take too much from it. I shouldn't make life difficult for the man who is letting me and my sisters stay in his house free of charge.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course, that's why she's doing it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You produce another grimace, only this time it's on purpose.</span><br />&quot;That's not so sweet.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio scoffs and hops off of the armrest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't be such a baby.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata eventually returns to your apartment with an armload of groceries.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio retreats to the kitchen without another word, leaving you alone with the blue home-invader.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Conversation dwindles as Sonata starts alternating between asking you if you feel alright, and shooting anxious glances over towards the kitchen.</span><br />&quot;Sonata,&quot; you croak, &quot;Quit hovering. Just... sit down, or whatever.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;B-But 'Dagi will yell at me if I do,&quot; says Sonata, anxiously wringing her hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jesus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio wasn't lying about being their leader.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then again, you're too hungover to care right now.</span><br />&quot;Look, if you get into trouble, just tell Adagio that I made you do it. You standing there is making me feel weird.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pleading of her grandson is apparently enough for Sonata, and she trots over to your side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, did you like last night with Aria?&quot; she blurts out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mind flashes back to where the purple girl just about raped you.</span><br />&quot;No.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remember just how tight she was and how good her ass felt when you squeezed it.</span><br />&quot;Yes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You recall the way she unceremoniously walked away after promising to let you know if &quot;it took&quot;.</span><br />&quot;No. Why?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why?&quot; repeats Sonata, sounding incredulous, &quot;Why?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She kneels down next to your laid-out form and wraps her arms around your shoulders, holding you as best she can with your blanket-cocoon getting in her way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's looking you dead in the eye with an expression that would suggest that you just asked her why some guy being nailed to a cross was such a big deal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is, by far, the most intense exchange you've ever had with a grandparent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nonny, if you get Aria preggers before me, then she'll NEVER let me live it down!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata leans in close, booping her nose against yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holy shit, would you look at those eyes; have they always had slitted pupils?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She'll call me the worst,&quot; she whimpers, &quot;And I don't WANNA be the worst, Nonny!&quot;</span><br />&quot;You... what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata is yanked back courtesy of Adagio and falls onto her bum with a cute squeak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's true, you know,&quot; says Adagio, stepping over Sonata and sitting down on the sofa next to your feet, &quot;Aria will lord this over us for at least five or six decades.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She scrunches up her nose and pouts, crossing her arms like a fussy child.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She might even use her pregnancy to try and claim the position of leader.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still pouting, Adagio glances at you appraisingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We're going to have to figure out a way to make that hangover go away, Anon. That last thing we want is for Aria to beat us.&quot;</span><br />[spoiler]<span class="co4">&gt;What a thing to tell your children.[/spoiler]</span><br />[spoiler]<span class="co4">&gt;&gt;&quot;You were conceived because your aunt would have been a smug bitch if her child were born before you were.&quot;[/spoiler]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holy shit, they were actually serious about wanting children.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god, you aren't ready!</span><br />&quot;Woah, woah, woah. Take a step back, girls. You really want me to... to fuck one of these siren-babies into you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata nods cheerfully; Adagio furrows her brow and mouths &quot;one?&quot;.</span><br />&quot;You really can't just walk up to your grandson and be all 'guess what Anon, we're gonna make you a father!'.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio rolls her eyes, clearly not taking this seriously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well Jesus, Anon, we'll raise them ourselves if it bothers you that much.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a deep breath and try to keep in mind that sirens have no concept of the incest taboo.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You need to stay grounded for this chat.</span><br />&quot;That's not the point.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata huffs impatiently and crosses her arms, pouting at you something fierce.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't you wanna have kids some day, Nonny?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ehh...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've got those instincts in the back of your mind, screaming at you to procreate... but you don't necessarily WANT to be a father just yet.</span><br />&quot;I mean, I guess so,&quot; you groan; this is too much excitement for a post-drinking morning, &quot;But I want them with someone I love, not three perfect strangers who spill things on my carpet and don't leave my house when I tell them to.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio scrunches up her face in distaste.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That was a little heavy-handed, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like she has any room to talk.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, well, Aria crawled off of me this morning and mentioned offhandedly that she'd tell me if she got pregnant,&quot; you shoot back, &quot;There's absolutely nothing subtle about you three.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio looks contemplative for a few moments, but then nods her head and shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Subtly isn't 'in' this century. You should have seen us when we were spymasters for the king of Ireland.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata nods rapidly and brings her fists to her chest in excitement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It was so much fun! I seduced and married a Baron in 1190, and we were so happy together.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata sighs and leans onto Adagio, nearly collapsing as she swoons at the memory.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We would go for long walks, talk about politics, and we'd have the most romantic dinners together in front of his fireplace.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata closes her eyes and smiles, her face practically glowing at the memory of her alleged marriage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We were married for eighteen months before Adagio gave me the orders to poison his wine and make it look as though his heir had done it, so that his estate and connections would go to our King.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jesus, these fucking girls.</span><br />&quot;That isn't very romantic,&quot; you comment dryly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata sits back upright and angrily opens her mouth to protest that her pre-murder marriage was VERY romantic (thank you very much), but Adagio elbows her in the side to get her attention first before she can utter a single word.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once they're facing each other, she shoots the blue girl a significant look and smirks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata looks at her blankly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio rolls her eyes and gives her the same look, only more exaggerated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata tilts her head in confusion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio sighs and rubs her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, for fu-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio grabs the other girl's shoulders and pulls Sonata in close, and then whispers something in her ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata's face lights up and she begins to clap excitedly while staring you dead in the eye.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel a shiver run down your spine; what in the world are they planning for you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She and Adagio stand up together and stretch the &quot;I've been sitting down for too long, and also I'm an old man&quot; out of their joints.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You want romantic?&quot; asks the orange girl with a devious smile, &quot;We can do romantic.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls march into the kitchen before you can think of anything to say (other than &quot;what&quot; and &quot;wait&quot;).</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;By the end of the week,&quot; cries Sonata, &quot;You'll be SO in love with all of us, Nonny!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't ask for this.</span><br /><br />-----------------------------<br /><br />~Meanwhile, in the present~<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata continues to feed you the surprisingly-delicious soup; you've long since given up the will to fight against them while you're still hungover, so you relax and let her feed you like a baby.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ehh? I used to do this for the Baron all the time. It was SOOOO romantic.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leans in close and wipes a drop of soup from your lips with her thumb; slowly, she brings the finger to her lips and licks the soup from it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, Nonny, are you in love with me yet?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your glare says it all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'are you in love with me yet'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata's shoulders drop and she lets the spoon fall back into the bowl, once again spraying your carpet with soup.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That poor carpet isn't long for this world.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a long-suffering sigh, Sonata's face curls into a pout and she glares at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot; 'Dagi is gonna kill me if we can't make you impregnate the two of us before Aria,&quot; she mutters, managing to merge a growl and a whine together into something that almost sounds like puppy-noises.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still looking cross, she hunches over and crosses her arms under her breasts, unintentionally plumping them up and making them jump slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't quite mean to look at her breasts, but your eyes are immediately drawn down when they start moving.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The way your head moves must have drawn Sonata's attention, because she looks at you and quirks her head in curiosity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmmm?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata frowns in confusion, looking between you and her breasts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She slowly raises her head, smiling at you with a devious smirk on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So Nonny,&quot; Sonata purrs, nudging her breasts from below and making them dance, &quot;Have you gotten over that dumb human, 'no having sex with family' thing yet?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll admit that this is pushing it, but there's a big part of you who is still grossed out by Sonata's grandmother-status.</span><br />&quot;W-Well...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata pulls her arms back and reaches up to her collar, and then slowly begins to undo the buttons on her shirt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More and more cleavage is exposed with each released button, showing off her flawless blue skin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By the time she reaches the fifth button, there's a hint of dark-blue areola peeking out from the sides of the shirt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The material over her nipples now has a big, noticable bump in them, and the tiny bit of areola that you can see is beginning to wrinkle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When Sonata finally - FINALLY - reaches the bottom of the shirt, she untucks the tails from her skirt and pulls the shirt wide open, letting the edges of her shirt rest on the outside swell of her breasts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Magnificant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata's tits are big, but not enormous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sagging a bit like larger breasts do, but firm enough to still hold their shape and having enough elasticity to bounce back when they move.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her nipples are a dark-blue and are puckering thanks to either the cooler air of your apartment, or Sonata's arousal at exposing herself to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The part of you that isn't bothered that your ancestor is flashing her tiddies at you is making note that Sonata's nipples look perfectly suckable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's the same part of you that noticed how Aria had an amazing ass this morning when she was riding your cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata moves left and right, making her breasts sway and jiggle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They swing away from each other, and then meet in the middle of her chest with a barely-audible ~SLAP~ of flesh-against-flesh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face heats up, and your mouth feels dry despite the soup you've been force-fed for the last fifteen minutes.</span><br />&quot;Gr-grandma?&quot; you ask, your voice one whole octave higher than you had intended it to be.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata smiles and leans in close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Open wide~&quot; she purrs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata's breasts move closer and closer to your face, and you're struck with the notion that they'd feel soft and warm on your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...and then the spoon pokes you in the lips, jolting you out of your tit-shock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata spends the next fifteen minutes feeding you soup and shoving her breasts in your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite your best efforts and most Christian thoughts, you can feel your &quot;I don't want to fuck and impregnate my close relatives&quot; resistance starting to crumble.</span><br /><br />----------------------------------------------<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's been a few hours since your great-grandma flashed her tiddies and verbally leg-locked you, and you're feeling MUCH much better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've never had a hangover go away this quickly; it MUST have been the soup.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't care if the sirens used their gypsy magic or if Adagio squatted over the pot and masturbated over it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've escaped from the clutches of a hangover in record time, so you're happy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll have to do something nice for Adagio for this; Sonata too, considering that she was the one who made sure you ate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And who showed you her tits.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That last one counts for something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh No-nny~!&quot; calls Sonata in a sing-song voice, &quot;Come to the ki-tchen~!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The blue girl had left you alone shortly after she had fed you your soup and went off to wander around the house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't really know what she did in the meantime, because you fell asleep not too long after she left.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But now that you're feeling better, you're in a much better mood; there's no harm in throwing off your blanket and seeing what Sonata wants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You putter across the carpet (being careful not to step in the stains of various origins) and out of the living room, making way for the doorway that separates the kitchen from the rest of your apartment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand in the threshold and take in the sounds of utensils hitting bowls and wet things spilling onto hard surfaces, and you hesitate to walk into the kitchen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound of bare feet on linoleum flooring greets you, as well as the occasional -SPLAT- that leaves a bad feeling in your stomach and makes you start to if you should have gone back to sleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Baking is romantic, right?&quot; asks Sonata from just out of view.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A headache begins to make itself known, and you groan out your answer.</span><br />&quot;It... CAN be, Sonata.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're already picturing splatters of food all over the counters and the walls, and piles of dirty dishes you'll have to help clean up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to bite the bullet and take a few steps into the kitchen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata's easily the kindest and most easy-going of the sirens, and she's fast becoming your friend, but you're having trouble trusting her absent-minded nature.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Especially when it comes to things where one has to keep track of more than one thing at once; IE baking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It isn't hard to spot your great-grandma.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But then, your kitchen is small and the girl has an impressive head of blue hair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whoo.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart skips a beat and your face warms up in record time.</span><br />&quot;W-Wow.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata whips around when she hears you, and she smiles brightly when she sees your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's clutching one of your big mixing bowls to her chest, supporting it with one arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but notice that the batter inside is a very suspiciously-coloured pearly-white.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A dripping whisk is in Sonata's other hand, and she wastes no time; she thrusts it into the bowl and immediately begins to stir the mixture inside vigorously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Batter starts splattering out over the edges of the bowl and gets all over your kitchen floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...but, most importantly, the white goop gets all over Sonata's face and upper-chest, too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It looks like a scene straight out of your Japanese animes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By now, you've begun to notice what Sonata is wearing; because it sure as shit isn't her usual pink outfit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, it's hardly an outfit at all; it's more of a question of what ISN'T she wearing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All she's got on is an apron; one that is barely containing her breasts.</span><br />&quot;Sonata.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata's grin widens when she hears your shaky voice, and she takes this opportunity to stick her tongue out and sllooooowwly lick away a bit of batter that landed just above her lip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See, Nonny?&quot; she asks, smacking her lips, &quot;I TOLD you I could be romantic.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swallow thickly, completely unprepared for this encounter with a half-naked girl covered in cake-cum.</span><br />&quot;Sonata, please.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata's smile takes on a smug, victorious tilt, and her eyes lower until they're seductively half-lidded.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please... what?&quot; she coos, slowly taking a couple of steps towards you while she shakes her hips, &quot;Please what, Nonny?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The collar of the apron stretches across Sonata's ample chest, squishing her tits and making them bulge out around the edges on the sides and the top.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Since everything from the fabric of the apron to the light-blue flesh of her tits were stretched so taut, this meant that every little movement sint jiggles through the bulging bits of breast that were poking out from the too-small garment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unfortunately, the lower part of the apron was a good deal wider than the chest part of it, meaning that it wrapped around Sonata's rump without exposing a single inch of bare hip or ass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, Sonata's breasts were large enough that the blue girl had needed to hike the apron up just to have enough cloth to cover her chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The end result is that the apron, which was supposed to go down past one's knees, now barely passed the mid-thigh mark.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your chest constricts and you honestly can't fight down a quiet, throaty whimper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stupid sexy Grandma.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As subtly as possible, you shuffle your feet and try to adjust your hardening member so that you don't poke anything solid that will painfully halt your erecting.</span><br />&quot;S-Sonata,&quot; you croak, &quot;I-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata's smile widens and she takes a step forward... only to be intercepted by Adagio.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know when she got home, but to be fair, Sonata had provided you with a very effective distraction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio marches over to Sonata from the back and grabs her bare shoulders, spinning her around to face her and looking her with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sonata? Honey?&quot; groans Adagio, &quot;We talked about this.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata tilts her head to the side like a confused puppy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, I know. We're supposed to make Nonny love us, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's about this time when it finally registers that you've got a bare ass staring you right in the face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes are drawn down to the naked blue backside that Adagio inadvertently presented to you when she turned Sonata around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata's ass isn't anything special; especially not compared to Aria's, but it's still a woman's ass and it's almost within grabbing range</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...and it's also your grandmother's behind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel so conflicted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On the one hand, she's related to you; on the other hand, she's nude and in front of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We are,&quot; Adagio says, &quot;but-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Butt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;-But nothing, Adagio!&quot; chirps Sonata.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata spreads her feet a few inches to brace herself and then starts pushing herself up and down using her toes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Scratch what you said; she's nude, she's in front of you, and she's BOUNCING.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't keep doing this, man!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You aren't made of stone, dammit!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Great-grandmother or not, you swear to God...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try and jam your hands into your pockets to help stave off the temptation to squeeze Granny's ass, but your hands are shaking and it takes a couple of tries to get them in there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata continues talking, happily oblivious to the effect she's having on you and the state she's left you in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know we don't have our gems anymore, but we can still do this!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata suddenly clutches her hands to her chest and balances on her heels, thrusting her ass backwards and her face forwards.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're pretty sure that you just got a sneak-peek at her pussy lips.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We've been doing this for a long time, so we've got to have learned a thing or two about seducing guys, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata grabs Adagio and pulls her into a one-armed hug, rubbing her cheek against her sister's and smearing batter all over the orange siren.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio looks annoyed, but you can see her face twitching as she fights against a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Besides,&quot; continues Sonata, &quot;Nonny already likes us.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With her clutched firmly against her, Sonata turns around and faces you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's got the biggest, dumbest, most sincere smile on her face that you've ever seen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't you, Nonny?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now that the two siren's attention is on you, you become aware of what you're doing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've got your hands shoved into your pockets and belatedly realize that one of them is wrapped around your cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not only that, but you're biting your lower lip so hard that you're surprised you don't taste any blood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a stinging, rhythmic pounding deep in your sinuses that tells you that you're blushing so hard that you're about to get a nosebleed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata glances down at your crotch, and then back up to your face; she looks confused, but pleased.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio takes in your reaction with raised eyebrows and an impressed expression on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wordlessly, she pats Sonata on the back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yup,&quot; says Adagio, popping the 'p' sound, &quot;I'd say he likes us.&quot;</span><br /><br />--------------------------------------<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You see, Sonata? THIS is how you do romance.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anon, and you are decidedly comfy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're sitting on your three-person couch, huddled up under a warm blankets with all the lights off in the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The only illumination is coming from the TV across the room, which is playing some old movie you found in a well-used case.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your siren grand-relatives have taken position on either side of you; Sonata is sitting next to you with her feet tucked under her bum, and she seems content to lean against your side and rest her head on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On your other side, Adagio is fidgeting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pushes her side of the blanket left, and then right, then pushes it down around her waist, and the she huffs and tugs it up around her shoulders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With an exasperated sigh, she pulls her part of the blanket up around her waist, exposing her pyjama bottoms and her bare feet.</span><br />&quot;You alright there, Adagio?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio grunts noncommittally and leans forward to grab the legs of her pyjamas, which she tugs up to expose her legs to the open air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot; S'too hot,&quot; she grumbles, rolling the legs up and bunching them up above her knee, &quot;My legs are getting way too warm.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The orange girl looks at you unexpectedly, but you aren't quite sure what she wants you to say; 'Sorry'?</span><br />&quot;Adagio, it's like <span class="nu0">18</span> degrees.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shivers and pulls the thick comforter up around her uncovered shoulders, and then pins the edges of the blanket between her back and the sofa-back behind her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know!&quot; she moans, &quot;And it's freezing!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What does she even WANT?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata pokes you in the shoulder and rolls her eyes when you turn to look at her.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot; 'Dagi's always been like this,&quot; she explains, giggling into her hand, &quot;Sometimes her legs will get too hot or cold, and the rest of her body will feel the opposite.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gestures to her own blanket-covered legs and wriggles her feet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's like, siren biology doesn't 100% translate to human biology.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata looks over at her sister and shivers in sympathy at the sight of Adagio half-bundled up under the covers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It prolly has something to do with how we used to be cold-blooded, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She snuggles into your side and grabs your arm, moving it manually and making it drape over her shoulders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You have no idea how good you have it, Nonny,&quot; she mutters into your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You use your free, non-snuggling hand to wrap the blankets a bit tighter around your grandmother's shoulder, making her hum in appreciation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look over to see Adagio glancing between you and Sonata with a look of revelation on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hold still, Anon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio throws back the covers and starts shimmying around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a few moments, she ends up lying on her tummy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her feet are dangling off the edge of the armrest furthest from you, and she-woah!</span><br />&quot;Woah, hey, Adagio!&quot; you cry as she starts to worm her way head-first under the blankets, &quot;Dinner and a movie first!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio doesn't respond, and instead busies herself in trying to maneuver herself under the blankets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You freeze when you feel her jam her elbow into your kidneys and sink her fingers around the sides of your kneecap in her quest to pull herself onto your lap.</span><br />&quot;A-Adagio!&quot; you grunt in pain.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;What in the world did you do?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata looks up at you with clueless surprise from her position on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nonny? What...?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She glances down at the shifting blankets on your lap and, after a brief look of realization blossoms on her face, scowls at her comforter-covered sister.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Adagio!&quot; she hisses, swatting at her sister's blanket-covered head, &quot;Be more careful!&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio mutters something, but her voice is too muffled by the blanket for you to hear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You choose to believe that it was an apology.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh in relieve when Adagio finally comes to a rest, with her head on your crotch and her arms draped across your thigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio is left with her cold upper-half covered up, and her hot lower-half sticking out of the blankets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, the nightmare is over. Now the healing can begin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course, you aren't that lucky.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like a scene from that one space-monster movie you haven't watched in 10 years, an orange arm bursts out from under the blankets in between your legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By the way Adagio's arm dangles and judging by its length and girth (ladies), the entire scene almost makes it appear as though you have a giant orange penis poking out of the comforter and pawing at the blanket around your knees.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio grabs at the air fruitlessly a few times, and you decide to take pity on the girl; you grab the comforter and tug it towards you, bunching it around your chest and leaving a big gap for Adagio to stick her head through.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This lets her do all sorts of silly things; like watching the movie with you, or being able to breathe.</span><br />&quot;Problems, Adagio?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio huffs and starts to slowly kick her legs, bending them at the knee and alternating between raising one and lowering the other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was fine before you opened up a hole, Anon,&quot; she drawls, sending you a playful upside-down glare, &quot;It was nice and warm down there.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks back down at your lap and gently pokes your bulge with a finger.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It was just him-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She presses down on your hardening member just a tiny bit harder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;-and me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blush at the sensation of the siren's hand on your groin and do your best to keep control of yourself.</span><br />&quot;E-Easy there, Adagio,&quot; you warn, &quot;Keep it in your pants.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio grins and opens her mouth to speak, but you beat her to it.</span><br />&quot;Keep it in MY pants, too.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The orange girl 'hmph!'s and deflates slightly, removing her hand and resting her head on your lap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tuck the edge of the blanket behind Adagio's head and lower your hand so that it's resting on her side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio tenses momentarily, but relaxes immediately after.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See, Anon?&quot; she asks, sounding pleased, &quot;We're not so bad; are we?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata snuggles into your side, adding to you warmth.</span><br />&quot;Yeah,&quot; you sigh, &quot;I guess not.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're surprised to find that you can't say you hate this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe it's that &quot;sirens attract sirens&quot; bullshit magic they told you about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe Stockholm Syndrome is hitting you hard after just a few days.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe it's the way that Grandma 'Nata flashes her tiddies at you, sometimes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe it's the fucking amazing soup that Adagio made for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It might even be the way that Aria fuc-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;Where the fuck did Aria go off to?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata nuzzles your shoulder and hums gently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't worry about her, Nonny,&quot; she says sleepily, &quot;Aria's gone away for a week to make sure some of our investments are still profitable.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She yawns and leans into you just a bit more, trying to find a comfortable position to relax in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;S'prolly why she tried to have sex with you so quickly,&quot; she mumbles, &quot; 'cuz she wouldn't have a chance to beat 'Dagi and me at getting preggers.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart skips a beat at the word &quot;preggers&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio pats your knee from her position on your lap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't worry too much about it, Anon,&quot; she says dismissively, &quot;If Aria had gotten pregnant, then she'd have phoned us by now to brag.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shuffles around and rubs your thigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now shut up and watch the movie with us.&quot;</span><br /><br />--------------------------------<br /><br />A few days later<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You jump, startled, and turn around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Behind you in the street is a girl with red hair, bracing her legs wide and pointing at you dramatically.</span><br />&quot;M-Me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You?&quot; she asks, sounding confused, &quot;Wha-no, not you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's about a foot shorter than you are, making this entire encounter with her a mite bit less intimidating than she probably thought it was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tiny, high-cut leather jacket stops at around the bottom of her rib-cage, and she looks as though she picked a jacked that was two sizes too small.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then again, the sleeves reach all the way down to her wrists, so it could just be some kind of designer jacket.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Either way, there isn't enough loose material in the back for it to flap dramatically in the wind; instead, it buzzes rapidly like a sleeping dog's ear over a floor vent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Underneath her jacket is a simple outfit of teal shirt on top of a yellow, semi-transparent number.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The both of them are stretched thin and tugged down over her hips, and they almost give the illusion that the girl is wearing a skirt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Underneath her shirt-skirt and leather jacket combo is a simple pair of jeans and some black boots.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try not to look at the way her body-shape is like, but your eyes are already silently judging her choice in clothing, and clothes can generally be found on one's body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is to say, you can't help but notice the lack of flare around her hips or any kind of swelling on her chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks like she's probably still in high school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Again?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why do you seem to attract the attention of 16-year-old girls?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The redhead blinks in confusion and peers at you as though she only just noticed you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The redhead frowns as she examines you, narrowing her eyes suspiciously as she looks you up and down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who are yo-ugh.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rubs her face, eyes closed and grimacing in frustration, and then points at exactly the same place as last time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Them!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes you a moment to realize that she's pointing over your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...right at the sirens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata looks frightened and takes an anxious step backwards, nervously wringing her hands in front of her chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio's expression crumbles into that of grim determination, and she grabs Sonata by the shoulder and pushes the blue girl behind herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still staring at this new girl, Adagio blindly swings the arm closest to you around, grasping at thin air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When her hand comes in contact with you, Adagio grips your jacket tightly and pulls you back with surprising strength.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata doesn't even respond when you stumble and bump into her, other than to grab onto Adagio's shoulder to keep herself from falling over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nobody moves for a long five seconds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Five seconds stretches into ten.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ten, to fifteen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata relaxes a bit and goes from hiding behind Adagio to peering curiously over her shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio's grip on you finally loosens, but she still keeps her arms outstretched.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fifteen seconds become twenty seconds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then thirty seconds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The redhead's arm is beginning to shake from the effort of being held out straight for so long.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata's gotten bored and has started to shuffle her feet awkwardly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;This is stupid.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio's hand shoots out to grab you when you step around to confront the newcomer, but the unexpectedness of you walking in front of her dulls her reflex and delays the snatch by a whole half-second and allows you to deftly dodge around the appendage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon!&quot; she hisses, &quot;Wait!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a few lazy steps towards the redhead.</span><br />&quot;I'm guessing you know each other?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Redhead just looks at you as though you were a stupid idiot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No.&quot; she deadpans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well fuck you too, little child.</span><br />&quot;Sorry,&quot; you reply with a glare, &quot;I was trying to think of a polite way to say 'what the fuck is your problem'.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The redhead's eyes widen, and she looks taken aback by your words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She recovers quickly, though, and gestures at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, who are you, anyway? Are you their friend?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open your mouth, and then immediately close it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You mean, maybe?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just met them less than a week ago, and all they've done is ask you to impregnate them and spill their drinks all over your nice carpet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Who ARE you to them, anyway?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Great-grandson</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Snuggle-buddy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...that's really about it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata's pretty friendly, Aria left before you could really connect with her, and Adagio seems to be more or less there to keep the other two from fucking up too badly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If they want you to fuck them, does that mean you've bypassed friendship entirely?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;HOW DOES SOCIAL WORK</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Can you be lovers without being friends?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You must look pretty indecisive, because Adagio and Sonata are starting to look rather offended.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata in particular looks sadly at you.</span><br />&quot;W-Well...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio rolls her eyes and takes over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Apparently not,&quot; she deadpans, glaring at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes a few steps forward, subtly putting herself between you and the new girl.</span><br />&quot;Don't worry about him, Sunset,&quot; she says casually, waving her hand around dismissively,&quot;He's just some gu-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nonny!&quot; cries Sonata with a slight whine in her voice, &quot;How could you SAY that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She marches over to you and grabs your hands, cupping them tightly and bringing them to her chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We're FAMILY!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The dead silence that follows Sonata's words is broken by the slap of Adagio's hand on her own face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Celestia... DAMNIT, Sonata,&quot; she groans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're family?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girl - Sunset - looks between you and the two sirens, wrinkling up her nose as she scrutinizes you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Huh,&quot; she says, &quot;I can see the resemblance. I never would have noticed unless I knew that I should be looking for it, though.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She levels you with a piercing glare, and a small part of your mind notes that there has been a lot of intense looks exchanged today.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, where'd you get another siren? I thought there were only three of you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-Yeah,&quot; stutters Adagio, visibly sweating, &quot;He's our... cousin.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without another word, Adagio marches over to you and thrusts her hands onto yours and Sonata's, breaking the blue girl's grip on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, boys and girls,&quot; she says hurriedly, forcibly lacing her fingers between yours and Sonata's, &quot;It's time for us to go.&quot;</span><br />&quot;W-Wait! Who's this gi-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio interrupts with a jerk of your arm and a powerful squeeze of your hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Later, Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Bu-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns and shows you her sharp teeth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;LATER, Anon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You throw a glance over your shoulder, thoroughly confused.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset is standing right where you left her, and she's staring you dead in the eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've got a bad feeling about this.</span><br /><br />-------------------------------------------<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door to your apartment bursts open and slams against the wall with a loud -BANG- that shakes the dishes in their cupboard all the way in the kitchen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wince at the thought of the doorknob breaking a hole in the wall; not because you care about the apartment, but because your landlord still has his grubby little paws all over your security deposit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata looks upset as she watches her sister stomp around angrily, so you reach out and rub one of her shoulders..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio stomps into the kitchen, too angry to even consider bothering to remove her boots at the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was one of the rules you had while the sirens were staying with you - no shoes in the house. Mama didn't raise no barbarian.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio is waiting for you by the time you reach the kitchen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's standing in the middle of the room, facing away from you with her arms crossed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite her small frame, she manages to look very intimidating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...aren't 100% sure it would be a smart idea to confront the orange girl now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you and Sonata can go do something else until she's cooled dow-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata places her palm on your chest and pushes you back, maneuvering herself so that she's standing between you and a very pissed-off Adagio.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot; 'Dagi?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh Goddammit, Sonata.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This isn't how you wanted to die.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio spins on her heel and gives you and Sonata the angriest glare you've ever seen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sonata,&quot; she shrieks, &quot;I cannot be-LIEVE you! Of all the stupid things you could have done-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio stalks forward menacingly, fists clenched at her side and bared teeth STILL being way too pointy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata, ideas of bravery and putting herself between her great-grandson and a hungry lion forgotten, frantically tries to make a backwards retreat and escape her sister's wrath.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unfortunately, the linoleum floor of your kitchen doesn't offer very much in the ways of traction against her socks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata slips and slides with almost every other kick, which cripples her attempts to put more space between her and Adagio.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without much space between her and you to begin with, it doesn't take much time for Sonata to back up into your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The poor siren nearly jumps out of her skin at the sudden contact with you, and she would have lost her footing if you hadn't reflexively wrapped your arms around her waist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata frantically grasps at your wrists, trying not to slip loose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As Adagio advances on the two of you, she beings adding exaggerated hand gestures to her tirade.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;-of all the idiotic things you could have said!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but notice the way that Adagio's boots leave smears of wet mud wherever she steps and send little pebbles dancing across the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Goddammit, angry Adagio is just the worst.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;First she slams the door into the wall, and now she's making a mess of your floors with her big dumb boots.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If she thinks she can have a tantrum in YOUR goddamn house, then she has another thing coming.</span><br />&quot;Easy, easy,&quot; you shout, holding one hand out in a placating gesture, &quot;Calm down! Who is this 'Sunset' chick, and why is it bad that she knows we're related?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio stops her tirade and stares at you for a few seconds, breathing hard but not saying anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a groan, she walks over and sits in the nearest kitchen chair, bringing her hands to her head and rubbing small circles into her skull as though your question had given her a headache.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's bad, Anon,&quot; she growls, closing her eyes tight, &quot;Because now the last person we wanted to know there was another siren...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She opens one eye and glares at Sonata, who squirms uncomfortably in your arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...knows that there's another siren.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You furrow your brow, remembering the scene from the liquor store.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There had been no problem with keeping their identity a secret then; why was there a problem now?</span><br />&quot;So?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio plants her hands on the table and and makes to stand up, but stops herself half-way through and relaxes back down in her chair.</span><br />&quot;I remember you guys telling me that person in their right mind would ever believe you if you told them that you were a bunch of magical sea-monsters from horse-land. What does it fuckin' matter-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make a vague flapping gesture with your free hand (the other one being firmly claimed by Sonata) towards the front door before wrapping it back around your great-grandmother, to her relief.</span><br />&quot;-if Jane Doe off the streets knows your secret?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio launches to her feet so quickly and so violently that she nearly sends the chair she was sitting on tumbling away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Because that wasn't some Jane Doe, Anon!&quot; she shouts, planting her hands on the table and leaning forward, &quot;That was Sunset Shimmer!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That name means literally nothing to you.</span><br />&quot;Who?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The silence that follows is so all-consuming that you can actually hear your florescent bulbs humming.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The look of outrage you received was amazing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was as though you slapped Adagio right on the vagina.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She's... she...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The anger seems to drain from Adagio all at once.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She drags her chair back over from behind her and sits back down, slumping forward onto the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whatever piss and vinegar that had been spearheading her head of steam is gone now, and the absence of it seems to have left her exhausted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...She's someone... you have no idea who she is.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio collapses onto your table, arms outstretched and cheek pressed against the faux-wood surface.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, Sunset and her friends know about sirens. They know how dangerous we can be if we're in possession of our gems, and now she's suddenly introduced to a siren who wasn't there before. She doesn't KNOW you're our grandkid and that you've ALWAYS been here; she'll just think that Aria, Sonata, and I have found a way to bring more sirens in from Equestria. And if we can bring ONE siren in, we can bring ONE-HUNDRED sirens in.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio smooshes her cheek against the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She's probably freaking out right now, trying to figure out how to deal with a mass siren invasion.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, that doesn't sound good for you.</span><br />&quot;What in the world would happen if they caught you? What, would they torture you or something?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio launches herself up into a sitting position and stares at you with her mouth gaping open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No! Anon, they're kids! They'd just do that... that friendship laser beam at us in the hopes that it'll undo whatever hypothetical siren-summoning magic we supposedly have.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She clutches at the necklace - now bare of her gem - that she still wears around her neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And now that we don't have any Equestrian magic to protect us, I have no idea what that thing'll do to us. It might do nothing; it might make our heads explode. I have no idea what'll happen, and I don't want to take that risk.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For the first time since you've known her (which is admittedly not a very long time), Adagio looks scared.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, my sisters and I have to avoid Sunset and her friends at all costs.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio slumps forward once more, and her head hits the kitchen table with a dull -thunk-.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata, whom you were holding against your chest this entire time, pushes your arms away from her and goes over to comfort her sister.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot; 'Dagi? I know I messed up, but it's not that bad.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio unsticks her cheek from the table and turns to face Sonata.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I mean, Sunset and her friends know what we look like, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio nods against the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right...&quot; she mumbles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And it was only Sunset who got a look at Nonny, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio furrows her brow and hums.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can almost see the gears in her head turning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right,&quot; she says, sounding a bit less hopeless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata smiles and starts to bounce on her toes in excitement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So it's not like her friends know what he looks like or anything, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A small smile tugs at the corners of Adagio's mouth, and she pulls herself up into a sitting position.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;None of them know who Nonny is, what he looks like, or where he lives,&quot; Sonata chirps, &quot;Or that we're even staying with him! All we gotta do is lay low here until we can leave, and we won't get caught! Right?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio stands up, sending her chair sprawling for real this time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata cheers and pumps her fists.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They both turn to you, and Adagio beams.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right, champ?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Their smiles falter at the look on your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You must have looked as uncertain as you felt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ch-champ? We can stay, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This has gone from &quot;my wacky magical grand-relatives live with me and they want my babies&quot;, to &quot;my grand-relatives are cartoonish villains who now have a hit on them that a bunch of school children will try to carry out&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;thelaughterstops.png</span><br />&quot;C'mon, Dick Dastardly,&quot; you say, waving Adagio and Sonata out of the kitchen, &quot;We're gonna go to the living-room to talk. There's a fuck-tonne of backstory you aren't telling me.&quot;<br /><br />-----------------<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You all take your usual places around the coffee table, and then Adagio and Sonata begin to tell you their story.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And brother, shit got real.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It all started about a few months ago...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It starts out with a bit of backstory on this 'Sunset Shimmer' girl, who's from Equestria; just like your ancestors are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They shot you a pretty dirty look when you asked if Sunset Shimmer was a siren, and insisted that she was &quot;a horse&quot; instead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More than that, they told you in greater depth about Equestria; about their home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They explained that when an enormous explosion of Equestrian magic had lit up the sky, they knew that this was their chance for power; maybe even to go home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No more having to eat Taco Bell when it's Sonata's turn to make dinner! Just delicious fish, straight from the ocean!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio was practically salivating at the thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata just crossed her arms and childishly stuck her tongue out at Adagio.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They tried to summon their harmony magic so that they could stop us in the gym and take away our only chance for a smooth getaway.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A rare vindictive smile makes an appearance on Sonata's face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They stood there, hand-in-hand, and shouted for everyone to hear that we were evil and that they were going to stop us,&quot; said Sonata, &quot;Absolutely nothing happened, and it was the funniest thing I'd seen in decades.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We were so close, too,&quot; continued Adagio, &quot;The Battle of the Bands had been going so poorly for Sunset's friends; from petty disagreements all the way up to sabotage.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata decided to throw in her two cents right about then.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The school didn't like Sunset yet 'cause of what she did before, and everyone assumed the worst when she tackled Rainbow Dash.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio nodded.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The school hated Sunset... The Rainbooms hated each other... Not even that purple loser could make them focus enough to overpower us.&quot;</span><br />------<br /><span class="co4">&gt;About an hour later, the story is coming to a close and the sirens are finishing up their explanation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You managed to squeeze just about every detail you could think of from them; from their magic gems to how they even managed to join a school function if they weren't enrolled in Canterlot High.</span><br />&quot;...so they defeated you with the power of music?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio covers her face with both hands and smothers a groan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And friendship.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you don't say anything for a long few moments, Adagio parts her fingers and peeks out at you with one eye.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're giving her a look that says &quot;are you fucking kidding me?&quot;, and she knows it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't look at me like that!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio groans miserably and brings her legs up, keeping her face covered as she curls them against her chest.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We would have won right then and there if Sunset hadn't crawled up on stage like a rat out of a street gutter.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata sighs and leans against Adagio.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What did she have that we didn't?&quot; Sonata asks, equally miserable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio snorts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A 9-inch cock between her thighs, probably.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata giggles and elbows her sister.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A new one,&quot; she adds, &quot;Daily.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shots fired.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch as the two sisters have a well-needed giggle m8.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio is the first to recover, wrapping an arm around her sister's shoulders and pulling her close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...and after that, our gems broke and we couldn't sing any more.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Couldn't they?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That phrase tickles the ol' memory banks.</span><br />&quot;The first day we met - Aria said that was why she didn't think that singing for me would work.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well... that's only half-right,&quot; says Adagio, nodding in confirmation, &quot;We can sing, Anon; we just can't cast spells and use our voices to ensnare humans.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, what 'Dagi said,&quot; chirps Sonata, &quot;Since we were using song-magic, those gems were connected to our voices. When they broke, well...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata looks like she's struggling to find the word she wants, so Adagio speaks up instead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It felt like my wedding night back in 1307, when I married Thizo 'The Throat-Fucker' Gilis.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wince in sympathy, and Adagio nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pinches part of her throat and starts making raspy, choking noises.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh and lean back into your chair.</span><br />&quot;This is some pretty heavy shit you two are dumping on me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't believe they actually tried to take over the world.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How fucked up is that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand up from your couch and begin pacing, trying to come to a decision.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio disentangles herself from her sister and stands up, grabbing Sonata by the hands and tugging her into a standing position.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She and Sonata walk over to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look, kiddo,&quot; she says, placing both hands on your shoulders, &quot;I promise that this is gonna be worth it. You just gotta trust us.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think back to the hugs you got from Sonata.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The soup that Adagio made when you were hungover.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The amazing ass that Aria had.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grandma 'Nata's tiddies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Son of a bitch, FINE.</span><br />&quot;...so how soon can Aria make it back home?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata looks absolutely tickled pink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We can stay?!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, well...&quot; you grunt, wondering just how quickly this is going to come back and bite you, &quot;...you're family.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't expect the hugs that came your way, but they were just the thing you needed after a day as long as today.</span><br /><br />-----------------------------------<br /><br />About a week later<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Adagio, and you and your sisters are all laying around in your bedroom; AKA Anon's guest bedroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So why are we doing this, Adagio?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And Aria will not shut up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've explained this to Aria plenty of times, but she keeps on asking.</span><br />&quot;Because bad shit might happen if we get caught, and Anon's the only one who can go outside.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And what do we do now, great leader?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria makes sure to add a sarcastic inflection on &quot;great leader&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just like she always does when she acknowledges your authority.</span><br />&quot;We wait until the house humans tell us that we own our new place.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria throws a pillow at you and it hits you in the face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No! &quot;I mean, right now! &quot;Why are we just laying around?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Because,&quot; you say, trying not to sound annoyed, &quot;we're waiting for Anon to get back home with the groceries.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata nudges you with her foot to get your attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you think he'll get my Froot Loops?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Was it on the list?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh-huh.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then probably.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a long, blessed silence, then...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Adagio?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes, Aria?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I'm bored.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like taking care of a bunch of children, you swear to Celestia.</span><br />&quot;Look, just...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cover your face with you hands and sigh deeply.</span><br />&quot;...tell us about your trip.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria doesn't miss a beat before speaking up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It sucked. &quot;The bankers were dumb, the house humans kept trying to sell me shit we didn't need, and the dildo place-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Excuse you?</span><br />&quot;The dildo place?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria sits up and leans against the wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The dildo place.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata chooses this moment to throw in her two cents.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot; 'Dagi? &quot;Do WE have a dildo place in the city?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't even dignify that question with an answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria gets to her feet and marches over to that big bag she had brought back with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She reaches in and tugs out a big package.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After wrestling with the wrapping and the cardboard for a minute, Aria spins around and proudly presents her treasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a big package.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ba-dum-chss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Check it out! &quot;I had this vibrating son-of-a-bitch custom-made, girls.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She brings it closer to you, and you give it a curious examination as Sonata scoots forward to see it better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Cost me nearly $800.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You whistle appreciatively.</span><br />&quot;Aria, I know we have tonnes of cash, but do you have to go spending it on things like vibrating dildos?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria scoffs and sticks her hand back into her bag, pulling out a bottle of lube and a bunch of AA-batteries.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It was expensive because I had it gave them some very specific measurements.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...oh, Celestia, you can see where this is going.</span><br />&quot;Aria...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your sister just grins at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Measurements and a couple of reference photos.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dammit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria describes the various features this thing has (including a 2-year warranty), and you and Sonata &quot;ooh&quot; and &quot;aah&quot; at all the right moments.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;36 vibrating features is pretty impressive, you'll give her that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I swear,&quot; says Aria, smiling lovingly at her phallus, &quot;I'm going to have this thing stuffed up my pussy whenever I'm around Anonymous.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She plays with the wireless remote and nearly drops her vibrator when it starts bucking and kicking in her hand.</span><br />&quot;About that, Aria.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She ignores you in favour of tracing her hand over the ridges and veins.</span><br />&quot;We're taking things a little bit more slower with Anon. &quot;I'm not sure he would appreciate it if you teased him like that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria looks at you as though you just told her that fish-monster-Christmas had been canceled.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wh-what?!&quot; she shrieks, &quot;You mean I wasted nearly $800?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug.</span><br />&quot;Guess so, tiger.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria scoffs and a familiar angry scowl scrunches up her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, no, no,&quot; she says, fumbling with her belt, &quot;Fuck that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shoves her purple jeans and panties down and kicks them into a corner, now clad in only a shirt and her socks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sonata, help me find my leggings!&quot; she shouts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata gets to her feet and starts rummaging through Aria's drawer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Which one?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The purple ones!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While Sonata looks for her leggings, Aria busies herself slathering the dildo with lube.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata jumps over your legs and rushes over to Aria, happily presenting the balled-up purple leggings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Found'em!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria slowly slides the length of the dildo into her folds, hissing and trying to relax as the fake cock stretches her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ooh... It's bigger than I remember him being...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a few moments of huffing and puffing, Aria slides the entire thing inside of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;N-Now Anonymous will ALWAYS r-remember that he f-fits inside me like a...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The phallus slides out of her, and she pushes it back in with a moan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...like a glove.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's blushing pretty badly, and the hand she uses to take the leggings from Sonata is shaking visibly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Th-thanks, Sonata...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes a few tries to get the leggings on because the dildo kept sliding out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata eventually volunteered to hold it against her crotch while Aria slipped her new pants on and slipped the around her hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know if it was by accident or on purpose, but Sonata seemed to have a case of butter fingers today.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That vibrating thing didn't stay in place under Sonata's watch, and Aria was left slightly breathless when she finally tugged those leggings over her plump ass and secured them around her waist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see the outline of the dildo through the leggings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hoh-kay,&quot; gasped Aria as she fumbled with the remote control for the vibrator, &quot;Let's g-give this baby a r-ride.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hold out a hand to stop her.</span><br />&quot;You're really gonna try that here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quirk an eyebrow and smirk.</span><br />&quot;In front of your sisters?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria blushes a bit, but nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I wanna know if it works. &quot;Maybe I need to retu-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;CLICK</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sonat-aahhh~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria reaches out to grab the remote from Sonata, but instead she falls to her knees and grasps at her crotch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, girls,&quot; purrs Sonata, &quot;Wanna see if she can handle all 36 settings?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;N-Nooo~&quot; warbles Aria, falling to her side as Sonata presses another button.</span><br />&quot;...lemme see that thing, Sonata.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata tosses the remote to you and you spy a dial labeled &quot;intensity.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An audible buzz fills the room (as well as your purple sister's moans) as you twist the dial all the way to maximum.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe waiting for Anon to get back home won't be so boring for Aria after all.</span><br /><br />------------------<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anon, and boy are these groceries heavy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You twist the doorknob with your pinkie fingers (which you're pretty sure is now sprained) and nudge the door open with your butt.</span><br />&quot;Girls!&quot; you shout, &quot;I'm back! &quot;Help me put these things away!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You strain your ears to listen, but nobody answers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you hear is a suspicious buzzing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-Anon'mus!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria comes stumbling out of the siren's bedroom, hitting the far wall and falling to her knees.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You drop your groceries and rush over to the purple siren.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What in the world is wrong with her?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is she sick?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hurt?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;IS GRANDMA DYING?!</span><br />&quot;Aria?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tilts her head up and makes the l-lewdest face you've ever seen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...now that you're this close, you're noticing a lot of new things about her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For one, her face is beet-red.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Second, she's sweating like a motherfucker; looking more like that morning you had sex than anything else.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Three, she smells like a whorehouse.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-Anon! &quot;I-I need help~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria reaches out with shaking arms and weakly grasps your shoulders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab her by the sides (just under her arms) and try to lift her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you get her to her feet, you notice that the buzzing has grown louder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oddly enough, it's coming from her crotch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Surely, with these things considered, you can't be blamed for looking down, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And holy Moses, Aria is absolutely soaked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her entire crotch is a darker shade of purple than the leggings around them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If it weren't for the stank of moist crotch in the air, you'd suspect that Aria had pissed herself.</span><br />&quot;Aria? &quot;Why do you-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;F-Fuck me!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your attempt to make discussion with your purple roommate is cut tragically short when she grips you with surprising strength (considering her situation) and pulls you into a desperate kiss.</span><br /><br />------------------------<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anon, and it is several hours later.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and the sirens are all cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The lights are off, and blankets are covering everyone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are sitting in your one-person couch, and Adagio and Sonata are sprawled out on the longer sofa.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria has planted herself firmly in your lap and is happily munching on Sonata's box of Froot Loops while the blue girl watches sadly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata looks at you as though she were a puppy and you just kicked her.</span><br />&quot;Don't give me that look,&quot; you say, tightening your arms around Aria, &quot;what you did to Aria was mean.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata 'harumph's and crosses her arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I thought you were supposed to respect your elders...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria wriggles her bum around in your lap and swallows her mouthful of artificially-flavoured fruit cereal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But he IS, Sonata,&quot; she rasps, her throat still sore from nearly two hours of non-stop noise-making, &quot;Anonymous is a bit of a putz, but he's treating ME just fine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She counts off with her fingers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;First one he had sex with, first one he had a sensual bath with-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You interrupt her with a pat on the thigh.</span><br />&quot;You were barely conscious for most of that bath, Aria. And I only did it because I didn't trust Adagio or Sonata to wash you up properly.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria shrugs and stuffs another handful of dry cereal into her mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You touched me 'down there',&quot; she insists, spraying wet chunks of Froot Loops all over your carpet, &quot;It counts as a sensual bath.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria twists around and pats your cheek with an expression that you could almost call fondness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You did good, Anonymous. Remind me to give you a handie later.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...shut up and watch the movie.&quot;<br /><br />----------------------------------<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anon, and today is your day off from work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's about 10 in the morning, and you've decided to spend a few hours watching TV in your jammies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Waking up and going straight to breakfast (and then right over to the TV) reminds you of when you were a kid watching Saturday morning cartoons, and it's a ritual that's carried over even into your adult life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nobody else was awake when your slippered feet brought you into the living-room (complete with stained carpets), and so you decided that it would be nice to use your sofa for once instead of your recliner, since nobody else was using it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You complete your comfiness by sliding your rear towards the edge of the cushions so that you're almost lying down on your back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your neck will not be thanking you for this later, but you don't care.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A documentary on fish life caught your eye, and so you've been spending the last half-hour listening to a surprisingly soothing voice explain to you how baby salmons are made.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as the narrator is explaining how the salmon swim upstream to reach their spawning grounds, Aria comes stumbling out of the bedroom-hallway and pitter-patters over to you with mismatched socks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her pyjamas consist of a thin, threadbare tank-top and a loose set of really soft-looking pyjama bottoms which hangs slightly off of one hip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops directly in front of you and scrunches her face up in a sleepy glare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-yer in my place,&quot; she yawns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria runs her fingers through an impressive case of bedhead in an attempt to tame it, but only makes it worse.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Scoot.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nuh-uh,&quot; you reply and point over to the entire rest of the sofa, &quot;Sit over there.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria groans, but obeys.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It seems as though she isn't in the mood to argue with you so soon after waking up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fiiiiine~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without any finesse or apparent concern for the sake of your sofa's springs, Aria plops down onto the far cushion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After that, she spins around so that she's laying across the length of the sofa and rests her feet on your lap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You aren't too keen on being used as a footrest, so you grab Aria's ankles and shove her legs off of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're only given a moment of satisfaction from having successfully established dominance before Aria swings her legs over your outstretched arm and plants them squarely back on your lap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn your head to glare at Aria and she raises an eyebrow in challenge, still squinting at you in a half-asleep haze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If she thinks that she can pull this shit this early in the morning, then she has another thing coming.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once more, you grab her ankles and shove them off of your legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Predictably, she wastes no time in dodging around you arm again and returning her feet to their original position.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hold Aria's sleepy gaze for just a few more moments, and then your shoulders slump in defeat as your annoyance drains from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know what?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is stupid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You woke up like twenty minutes ago, and you're not in the mood to make a federal fucking issue out of this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn your attention back to the TV (now featuring a big ol' cuddly bear catching a salmon in its mouth while the fish starts its journey upstream) and try to convince yourself that you know when to fold'em.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With all the exasperation of a man who has put up with too much shit, you ask Aria just one word.</span><br />&quot;Why?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria yawns again and scoots towards you a bit more so that her legs are resting on your lap instead of her feet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot; 'Cause sitting up is for chumps.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gently nudges your stomach with her leg.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now turn it up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria is silent for the next few minutes, up until you reach the part where the male salmons start spraying gross fish-cum all over the eggs that the female salmons spat all over a bunch of rocks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scrunch your nose in disgust; this documentary has been on for years and you've never liked this part.</span><br />&quot;That's fucking nasty.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria snorts and nudges your stomach, and you look over to see what she wants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To your surprise, she's snickering; not laughing cruelly, but tittering as though she had just thought of the funniest joke in the world and was struggling to keep her mirth in check long enough to share her sense of humour to whoever was closest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous?&quot; she asks, voice quivering with mirth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can feel it in your gut; you're going to regret this.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, Aria?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria breathes a few times through her nose to collect herself, then opens her mouth to speak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You can squirt your seed all over MY eggs, Anonymous.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria gets the biggest shit-eating grin as she waits for your response to her totally unfunny not-joke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The look on your face is the epitome of &quot;unimpressed&quot;.</span><br />&quot;Aria?&quot; you ask, silently wondering if any of their siren biology carried over to their human forms, &quot;If you lay a bunch of fishy siren-eggs all over my couch, I'm kicking you out of my home.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria scoffs and chuckles before turning her attention back to the TV.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria's weird when she isn't awake enough for her prickly personality to catch up with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The rest morning is spent having a surprisingly pleasant time with Aria.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The silence of your couch-mate and the relative boringness of the TV show (now you're at the part where the salmon change colour as they magically turn from fresh-water salmon to salt-water salmon) lets your mind wander easily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Naturally, it meanders to Sonata, Adagio, and Aria; your great-grandmother and your two great-grandaunts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's been a wild couple of weeks (probably around a month by now) since they started eating all your food and sleeping in your spare bedroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They told you they wanted you to knock them up and give them siren children.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Siren children who can attract attention and command affection just by their siren nature alone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Siren children who, unlike you, will have actual social graces and will know about what they are and how to utilize their abilities.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Natural-born leaders and politicians, all 'loyal to the family', as Aria put it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All immortal, too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just like their mothers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...and just like you too?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel your chest tighten as anxiety and dread pools in your stomach like a stone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's one issue you're going to have to corner Aria to solve.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You glance over at Aria via the corner of your eye and look away before she notices.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not today.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You aren't sure you want to know the answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By this point, thanks to all their openly sexual nature, you absolutely believe that they were telling the truth about starting a family with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And it's tempting; DAMN tempting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Three young, insanely-attractive women who want to spirit you far away where you'll live the rest of your lives together, raising your family while you all live off of their investment money?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of which who who is eager to get pregnant before her sisters</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another of which who has the best pair of tits you've ever seen on a woman and who loves to shove them in your face whenever she finds an excuse to</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And another who... well, hasn't done anything to you yet, but instead took care of you when you were hungover.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That felt really nice, if you're being honest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But then there's the issue of incest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which, honestly, is a laughable problem for you to be stopping you at this point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're what; at least 50% siren? The closest thing your grand-relatives have to a pure-blooded male of the species?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The amount of siren blood you've got in you is what you would expect the direct offspring of these sirens to be instead of their offspring's offspring's offspring.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You mean, you SHOULD be about 12% siren if your family spread out a bit more, but that didn't happen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thank God all that bullshit horse magic keeps you from being too fucked up from all the inbreeding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Frankly, you're surprised you can still smart good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wonder what your own kids would be like.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What's your role in all this?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sirens are nice enough, but the only reason they want to bring you with them is to make a bunch of mostly-siren babies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Who's to say that you won't just be locked in the basement, handcuffed to the radiator; visited by the three sisters only when they're either feeding you or raping you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The only one you could trust not to do that would be Sonata, but what do you really even know about her?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;About any of them?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's why you kept your job despite the siren's promises of wealth; you want a way out if you end up not going with them when the times comes and their new living conditions are all set up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really can't put this off any longer; it's time to really get to know your family, and not just for their role in the incident at Canterlot High.</span><br />&quot;Hey, Aria?&quot; you ask, turning your head to look at the purple girl.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria grunts and tears her eyes away from the RIVETING footage of David Suzuki discussing salmon mating behaviour and looks at you with dull curiosity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmmm?&quot;</span><br />&quot;How come you're not the leader instead of Adagio?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria's eyes open wide and she sits up straighter; THAT sure got her attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous?&quot; she asks, taking a deep breath and looking at you in a way she's never done before, &quot;I've asked myself that exact same question every single day of my life.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What follows is a rant of epic proportions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The words tumble out of Aria's mouth like a runaway train as she tells you about her life with her sisters, all while emphasizing Adagio's failings and instances of Aria's own leadership-worthy abilities coming through.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She makes it sound like she should have been leader from the start, but anything from unfortunate coincidences to purely being the victim of circumstance snatched the mantle of leadership from her fishy fingertips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It starts with tales of power-struggles during their time as majestic sea-serpents, where they would have contests of strength, ruthlessness, and ability.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Next, it spills over to early times on Earth where they would use human politics to their advantages; sometimes as allies and other times as enemies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's less impressive than what they did in their Equestrian forms, but Aria paints a vivid picture with her words that makes you forget all about fish sex.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, Aria's story spins down as she reaches more recent history.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's... a little bit underwhelming; and that's putting it kindly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It seems like standards have slipped since the life-and-death days of being sea-monsters.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The last 10 minutes of Aria's story were centered around something called &quot;Taco Tuesday&quot; and how Sonata kept being &quot;the worst&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At some point during her rant, Aria's position on the sofa had flipped around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her feet were dangling off of the far armrest, and her head was resting in your lap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At last, after 45 minutes of Aria telling you all about herself and why she was CLEARLY a better leader than Adagio, Aria falls silent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her perpetual scowl is gone, and you almost don't recognize her now that her brow is no longer furrowed in annoyance or anger.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The small smile on her face and her relaxed features gives the impression that Aria just had a great weight lifted off her shoulders by telling you all this, and it occurs to you that you're probably the only person other than Aria, Sonata, and Adagio to have heard any of this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a soft grunt, Aria lifts herself up into a sitting position and then hoists herself up to her feet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ohh...&quot; she groans, lifting her arms and rolling the stiffness out of her shoulders, &quot;I needed that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria leans forward and playfully ruffles your already-messy hair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks for letting me vent, slugger. I'm gonna wake up Adagio and make her cook up some breakfast.&quot;</span><br /><br />-------------------------<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anon, and you fucked up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fucked up super hard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're standing in your living room, covered in fish parts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And no, that's not a euphemism for having finally given in and fucked your family of ocean-creatures.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's gross slime covering your front (and ruining your shirt), and you have scales in your hair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ahh... oh, that was so good~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you lie the sirens, sprawled out wherever their bodies fell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio has the sofa</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata has the recliner</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria is just lying on the floor, not moving.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was the day after you got Aria to talk to you, and you were feeling good about yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She had started to treat you better, and you thought that maybe the key to staying out of your old granny's rape dungeon was to do nice things for them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you thought you'd buy them a treat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not a lot; just a little something they would probably enjoy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio said they liked fish back when she told you all about their business with Canterlot high</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You thought &quot;why, I might be able to get my great-grandmother and great-grandaunts to warm up to me and probably not use me as a baby factory.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You asked them what kind of fish they liked, and they got excited.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;REALLY excited.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So, you went out and bought one (an enormous trout, to be specific) and they were waiting for you at the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Literally waiting for you at the door, looking like they hadn't moved at all since you left.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like little children waiting for mommy to come back home, Sonata, Aria, and Adagio were crowded around the entrance when you finally got home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then they took the fish.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then they ATE the fish.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right there in front of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bones and all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You now know why they have so many sharp teeth. Those teeth exist for the sole purpose of ripping and tearing huge guts.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was like a gory scene out of a horror movie; or maybe just like somebody shoving a fish into a blender and forgetting to put the lid on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Scales were flying as they skinned the poor dead thing with their teeth and their hands, eager to get to the meaty insides.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bones were picked clean and used to spear the eyeballs... which they fought over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's the best part&quot;, they said.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Three girls, all covered in blood and flesh... fighting for two shiny eyeballs that never once looked away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You did this&quot;, they said.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You let this happen&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was legitimately the most terrifying thing you've ever seen.</span><br />&quot;What just happened?&quot; you whimper.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmmm?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio raises her head, and you immediately regret the decision of drawing attention to yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You did good, Anon,&quot; she says, patting her belly and using a fish bone to pick her teeth, &quot;You did REAL good.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stretches out and nudges Sonata with her foot, and your grandmother moans in response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sonata!&quot; calls Adagio, sounding as though the act of talking was taking monumental effort, &quot;Get up! You and Aria have gotta clean up this mess.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is that what they're calling this murder scene?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oooohhhhhhh-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata slowly rolls over off the edge of the recliner, eliciting one solid tone of moaning for the entire experience.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;-ooooooooookay~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata slowly trudges over to Aria and leans down to shake her awake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Meanwhile, Adagio has gotten to her feet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To your dismay, she's approaching you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart skips a beat when you realize that you still have fish stuff on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, God, are you next?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a panicked step backwards, and Adagio stops walking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are you doing?&quot; she asks, puzzled.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes another step; you match her with one of your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio's brow furrows and she narrows her eyes in annoyance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Stop that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another step for you and for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio sighs and rubs her forehead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;For the love of-Sonata!&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata's head pokes up, interrupting her task of dragging Aria across the floor by the arms like she's trying to hide a body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What is it, 'Dagi?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio waves her over, and Sonata unceremoniously drops Aria to the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think we might have spooked Anon,&quot; she said matter-of-factly, pointing at you over her shoulder with her thumb, &quot;He's all gross right now and he needs a bath.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata skips over, looking thrilled.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ooh!&quot; she squeals, &quot;I can do that!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio rolls her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know that, genius. Why do you think I called you over?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio gestures to your traumatized form.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're supposed to be his beloved granny or something, right?&quot; she asks, &quot;He'll probably respond better to you. Aria and I will get the room cleaned up in the meantime.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;True to her word, you don't feel the urge to run and hide when Sonata approaches you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C'mon, Nonny,&quot; she coos, taking your hand and leading you away, &quot;Grandma 'Nata's gonna give you a bath, okay?&quot;</span><br />&quot; 'k-kay...&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See, honey? Romantic, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anon, and things are considerably better than they were half an hour ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're sitting in a hot bath (drained twice during the cleaning process because of all that nasty fish crap), leaning against Sonata's chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can feel her soft tits pressing against your back; you're practically going to find bruises where her stiff nipples are pushing hard against.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've calmed down quite a bit since the Fish Massacre of '17, all thanks to your grandma.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The actual washing is over, and now you're just enjoying the bath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata leans forward and rests her head on your shoulder, wrapping her arms around your stomach and sighing in contentment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm proud of you, you know,&quot; whispers Sonata, breaking the comfortable silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wrap your hands around her wrists, much like you had done for her when Adagio was yelling at you two.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel completely relaxed.</span><br />&quot;What do you mean, Sonata?<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata giggles, and the laugh sounds slightly husky.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You never would have done this a few weeks ago,&quot; she elaborates, &quot; 'Specially not with that dumb human taboo for incest. And NOW look at you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata nuzzles the back of your head lovingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Taking a bath with your granny.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata's legs slide around your body and lock around your hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of her hands, wet and slick, slips from your grasp and dips below the water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And not only that, but you got me an' my sisters a yummy present.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hand slides down your pelvis and heads towards your slowly hardening cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think my little grandson deserves a reward; don't you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You jump when her fingers brush against your length.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quick as a whip, you jam your hand into the water and grab Sonata's wrist.</span><br />&quot;Sonata, wait.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs sadly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's just me, Nonny,&quot; she coos in a very maternal way, &quot;We don't even have to tell my sisters if you don't want me to.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tempting, but not yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Avoiding the fate of turning into a baby factory is pretty good motivation to blueball yourself.</span><br />&quot;Taking a bath with you is one thing,&quot; you say, slowly pulling her hand away from you, &quot;getting a handjob from you is another.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata slumps against your back and groans in disappointment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was so close to touching your wiener, Nonny!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And there she is; there's the Sonata you know.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The one that doesn't bad-touch you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You thread your fingers through Sonata's and give them a squeeze, which Sonata returns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You enjoy the rest of the bath together.</span></div></div>




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