In Kenta's mind, there was no way that Aria, someone who was so willing to use a pocket pussy, would ever actually agree to this. She obviously wouldn't want to go through with something like that, so she'd just call the silly game off and then everyone could rex! ...Right? Aria wrinkled her nose at him. "Sure... Just as long as you buy me another bottle of this stuff so I can drink myself into a coma first." Adagio looked startled, then burst out ughing, doubling over in her seat. Sonata started ughing too, heck, even a few of the other girls giggled or covered their mouths. Kenta sighed with a bit of a smile on his face. "It was worth a shot, I guess... You have a great body." He actually conveyed that st bit completely seriously; Aria did have a great body and she more than likely knew it, too. Whether she cared about that fact or not was still up for debate. "... Just don't get ahead of yourself, okay?" said Aria with a hand on her hip, doing her best to project an image of chastity while literally shaking her bare (aside from body glitter) tits at him. "Let's see how well you do first. Tie him up." Adagio, Pinkie Pie and Sonata sprang to comply, while Fluttershy and Sunset made room for them. The couch didn't work for what they had in mind so they brought out an old wooden chair and sat Kenta in it, strapping his arms to the side of the chair and running the rope entirely around his chest and the back of the chair. Sure, it wasn't the most secure thing in the world - if he tried to stand up he'd just lift the chair up with him - but it worked for their purposes. The rope was a little coarse and bit into his thick skin, but with all the excitement he barely noticed. The girls who weren't naked already started stripping off what little clothes they still had on... needless to say it took about 5 seconds all up. It was a little shocking seeing six nude female bodies walking around in front of him all at once, all buxom and busty without exception. He felt like a judge at a swimsuit contest. If he wasn't already hard, then watching the girls strip in front of him certainly finished up the task. His pulsing dick was practically pouring precum like a faucet. The anticipation of having these drop-dead gorgeous sluts riding him finally started to cement itself in his mind and Kenta bit his lower lip as Sunset strutted behind him to block out his vision of such a heavenly sight. Dropping the bandanna over his eyes, she ended his st glimpse of Heaven... but not before he made sure to burn the image onto his eyeballs as best as he could. "No cheating, okay?" Sunset said as she tied it firmly around his head. "Now, remember," said Adagio in a loud, clear voice, "No giving him any hints, girls. That means no talking, no moaning... Sonata, that goes double for you!" Sonata rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, 'You sound like an air raid siren, Sonata'," she said in a cute imitation of Adagio's deep voice. Complying with the rules, he sat down in the chair, looking over at Adagio with a bit of mock surprise. "H - Hey, Adagio, whose side are you on, here, huh? Can I at least get a kiss first?" "This should help cover things up a bit too," said Adagio, coming over to Kenta with a heavy pair of headphones and a music pyer. Loaded up with all the Dazzlings test hits, too, as if he weren’t obsessed with them enough already! This was going to be the real titilting torture of this whole affair... as Adagio pced the headphones over Kenta's ears, blocking out the ambient sound, the hypnotic, cock-hardening vocalizations of the supernatural Sirens began to pour into his brain, flooding his senses with Adagio, Sonata and Aria... and he'd be listening to it all while those very same pop idols were riding his fat cock and cumming all over it~ Once the headphones came on, it was almost impossible for him to not give out a little gasp through his teeth. The rhythmic pulsing of the bass and the silken voices of the Dazzlings filled his ears, causing him to squirm a bit as if he was supposed to be instinctually thrusting to the beat of the song. 'Hypnotic' definitely was the word for it, and it made him wonder if this whole thing wasn't like some horny version of a sensory deprivation chamber. After a shuddering sigh, Kenta steeled himself. Even with all this stimution, he had a mission to accomplish. Of course, there was no way he could actually hope to succeed. That was the thought that rapidly came to mind as the giggling posse of horny harpies in front of him got to work, strutting around him in a circle. They might have seemed like phantoms if not for the sensual ccking of those blocky high heels they all had on, the girls circling around their trapped prey like sharks. It was all too much to keep track of. He was totally at their mercy and they made him feel it, a dozen hands dancing over his body at once as they circled and circled. Fingertips trailed over his ears, his chin, his throat, always around and around... the distant giggling of schoolgirls barely reached his ears as fuck-me beats continued to pour into his mind. Someone was climbing on top of him. It was nearly impossible to tell who... all he knew was that a glistening, tight pussy was wrapping around him, plunging his cock into a bzing heat that made him groan and tremble. Ruthless bitch-breeding started immediately, the unknown girl squatting over his raging hardon, shaking her ass up and down, sinking him deeper with each pound of her hips in his p. Was it Pinkie? The ass didn't seem heavy enough. Was it Adagio? He wondered if he'd be able to use the songstress's huge head of hair as a clue somehow...? Countless thoughts whizzed through his mind as this slut rode his cock, and then those thoughts began to evaporate as the pleasure took over. Then, as soon as she was there, it was like she was gone again, climbing off to make room for his next rider. One again another super-hot va-like pussy washed around him, soaking him in sticky, gushing pussy juices, once again he was arching his back, the chair creaking beneath him as he desperately sought to flex his hips to sink deeper into that smothering embrace. Someone's hands grasped his shoulders but he couldn't tell if it were the girl riding him or someone behind her! This was torture. Kenta was sure that this had to be illegal. In one moment a tight, hot hole was lovingly wrapped around his throbbing shaft, warming it like only a pussy could, and then in the next, it was zipping up off of him, leaving his cock bucking in the cool air, squirting a tiny bit of precum while his hips tried to lift in the desperate attempt to return him to that glorious warmth. Over and over again they kept going, using him like a personal fucktoy. Even as he tried to guess who was who, he couldn't help but have his mind wander and get caught up in the decadent pleasure of it all. He suddenly thought back to when Sunset was teasing him about how they were all his cocksleeves. Turnabout was fair py, he guessed, and he was getting a generous helping of turnabout smeared all over his dick. These sluts were ruthless. On and on the pussy-parade went... and he was supposed to pour his cum into only one of these girls? How? His only respite came when he felt a little nibble on his earlobe, much how Sunset always gave him... It wasn't concrete evidence by any means, but it was a start? Of course, just because he knew which girl was Sunset, didn't mean he might not end up pouring a hot, thick load into her anyway... But it was still a small relief when he felt those teeth on his ear, in a sense. Despite the fact that he had to instantly tighten up the muscles in his midsection to keep from flooding her womb, knowing that it was Sunset who was riding him in that moment made it all the better. He could figure this out. It wasn't impossible. Kenta gave out a little moan and leaned his head back, trying his best to sit as still as possible while the girl he desperately wanted to fill full of his cum rode out a shaky, twitching orgasm, popping the head of his cock in and out of her cervix like she was giving him a handjob. All the while, he panted and moaned, biting his tongue, forcing himself by any means not to give in. Eventually, Sunset's hips calmed down. She dragged her hands down Kenta's glistening chest slowly as she raised herself off of him. He couldn't see it, but he felt a veritable flood of her girlcum pouring down over his thighs, and he thought he could hear Sonata excim something. Making it through without giving in was a bit sobering for him, and redoubled his efforts to find the right pussy. His mind pictured exactly what he was looking for: huge, bouncy ass, powerful thighs, a tight twat that was burning-hot and almost cruelly vice-like in its ability to coax out men's seed. Adagio was a prodigy in more than just music, she was a top-tier cockmilker in high heels and glittering paint. Just as Kenta was daydreaming about it, he felt a surprisingly simir sensation slowly enveloping his shaft. The dirty, vacuum-sealed hug made him snap out of his reverie, and his fat cock expanded in surprise, causing the owner of this velvety pussy to jump a bit before settling down into her rhythm. Pp-pp-pp-pp. He felt a huge, soft ass bouncing on his hips. Every time it moved upward, it felt like it was dragging him up with it, not wanting to let the precious tool inside of it go. The way her bounces were going, though, made Kenta take notice. What was it? It took a moment for him to realize: the rhythm that she was moving was the same as the beat of the song that was pouring into his ears! She could probably hear the muffled sounds of the music pouring through the headphones... Sonata seemed like she was too airheaded to notice the music... Aria had already said she was going to be using a fleshlight... This was different... This was dedication! Adagio wasn't born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she had to work and work and work for what she got. Even if she wasn't purposefully trying to do it, how many practice sessions has she been through? She's probably heard this song so many times that it's muscle memory for her to fall into the dance routine - she could probably do it in her sleep! The music was reaching its crescendo. Its heavy beats drove her directly into Kenta's hips with each bounce. Every tugging, teasing lift was then met with a fierce driving downward. Each time, the head of his aching dick pressed against her womb with sharp pecking kisses. He felt her walls quivering and tightening against his member, his fat dick about ready to explode, just waiting for the starting gun to fire. Adagio had to be craving his cum like nothing else. She was praying, begging for him to finish inside of her - for the competition and for herself. Who wouldn’t creampie such a desperate, needy little brat? Eventually the final drop in the song came, and she clenched around him and smmed down on his cock with enough force to drive him into her womb, begging to be filled. At the same moment Kenta forced his hips up as best as he could, moaning out as he burst. Enough cum for all six of them flooded into Adagio's waiting baby factory, bulging her midsection out slightly before the thick, burning liquid burst out of her pussy, shooting out of her with enough force to audibly sptter onto the floor and coat Kenta's legs, her ass, and the chair besides. It was almost like a hot, viscous waterfall of white. Panting, gasping for breath, Kenta tilted his head back. "A - Adagio... Mngh... Th - That's... fucking Adagio." "Ha!" ughed a triumphant Adagio, shuddering as she felt Kenta's cum poured into her for the second time tonight... If this was all a scheme to get her all the creampies he could muster, it was certainly working in her favour. She hopped off of Kenta, semen still flowing down her legs, and curtsied rather theatrically to Aria, who just folded her arms and turned her nose up at her rival. "What - ever!" groaned Aria, suffering under the high beam projection that was Adagio's smugness. Kenta moved to be freed, standing up a little, but Aria just shoved him back down in his seat. "We're not done yet," she grunted, throwing a leg over him, sitting down heavily in his p with the pocket pussy at the ready. "This stupid dick looks like it's still got plenty more cream in it," she grunted, wrapping a hand around Kenta's shaft, needling it with her fingernails as she began to pump him back to hardness. "Let's see if he can go two for two..." How could he? He'd just got done cumming! This girl had to be crazy. She tried teasing the head of his cock with the pocket pussy for a moment before giving up on it... and she coughed, clearing her throat. She picked up a beer, took a sip to clear her mouth out a bit, then leaned in close to his ear. With Aria's gigantic breasts pushed against his chest, the selfish girl began to rock back and forth on his p. She inched forwards until her dripping pussy lips were smashed against the shaft of his pole, grinding against him, using her tits, trying whatever she could think of to get that dick hard. Aria straddling Kenta and pressing her magnificent breasts against his chest was heaven, and the most convincing part of the deal, but feeling her naked pussy leaving its stickiness and glitter all up his dick wasn't bad either. He rolled his hips against her, trying as he might to drag the tip of his cock into her slit but it just wasn't going in due to being a bit fccid, much to his chagrin. The fact that he still couldn't see anything was getting a bit annoying, too. Aria was getting impatient. She yanked the headphones off his head and leaned in. "Hey, you're not done, right? Stand this thing up again! It’s got more pussy to fuck!" She really didn’t sound happy Kenta had been able to pick Adagio out from the pussy lineup. He was fine with it, though, if it meant that she was rubbing her body all over him. He just wished that he could grab hold of those tits. "More? Y-you want me to do mmmmm...mmmhhhhmmmghh~" Before Kenta could finish vocalizing his objections, a dripping hot voice entered his ear. Aria had begun to sing. A song he hadn't heard before, one that felt like it was being poured directly into his ear. Adagio and Sonata shared a concerned look, but neither of them spoke up as Aria continued, sticking her tongue out, pouring more and more sound into his ear, vibrating his inner ear. Heavier, heavier, heavier it came, a wall of sound fucking his ear with deep, resonating harmonies... and the Siren's spell began to take hold of him, his mind clouding with renewed thoughts of lust. The chair began to creak as he wormed around in it, his fat dick suddenly jumping up with renewed energy, as if the Siren's sexual moaning were filling it up, making his balls churn with renewed breeding energy. Was it irresponsible for her to use her powers like this? Absolutely. Did Aria care? Fuck no. She just knew she needed a man with a hard, throbbing cock for her fun, and Kenta had the added bonus of having a goddamn elephant dick. She figured he was just as much to bme here as she was. He could feel Aria's breathy, musical moans worming their way into his brain and it began to short circuit him from the inside, causing his entire body to tingle. Confused, every word that he tried to form just came out as some kind of lewd groan, and his head felt like it was full of fizzy, pink soda. For some reason he was absolutely sure that the soda was pink. Fuck, he felt good. The air all around him was tickling his skin, making him writhe with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. His cock shot up to full strength like it was spring loaded, instantly drooling like an animal during mating season. Even the ropes tying him down felt good. She tapped a finger on the head of his erect dick, and looked rather pleased when it came away trailing copious semen. "There we go. Think you can pull off another miracle, 'Dagi?" "You can fucking count on it," shot back their leader. "Whha... Mmmh..." Kenta swallowed, trying to form some kind of sentence in his brain, but words were hard. Instead, he just wanted a nice, hot hole to shove his cock into. "Whhhat did you... d-do to me...?" Was this some kind of trap? Another Geomorph? What the hell was going on? Whatever dark magic the sirens were weaving over him, it certainly worked. Adagio chewed her lip, wondering if this was alright, but... she did want a hard dick too. Something that might normally have earned Aria a scolding was, therefore, overlooked. The roulette started up a second time, and with Kenta's first defeat! The drug-like influence pumping through his brain made it hard to think, hard to do anything but fuck, and he hammered away at anything and everything that got on top of him. Even Aria's ministrations weren't spared. She'd joked that he wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a fake pussy and a real one, but in his current state that might actually be true. He was hitting the pussies in front of him so hard he might break them. It happened during a changeover between Adagio and Pinkie... If any two girls were easy to mix up, it was them: both sporting enough posterior for two or three girls, they teasingly bumped hips together as Adagio was going and Pinkie was coming, a reverberating impact of flesh that came with a big cp, and made endless waves of motion spill through the dense, plump tissues of both wobbling cabooses. The second Pinkie straddled Kenta, trying her best not to crush him with her considerable weight, he was off again, jack-hammering inside of her, pumping that pretty teen pussy. Not to be outdone, Pinkie hung on for dear life and smmed down on his thighs, grinding side-to-side, giggling cutely in his ear. It barely took any time at all before Pinkie was going off like a firecracker, one eye pinched half-shut as Kenta finished inside of her. "Wowieeeee!" she squealed, even as Kenta was moaning Adagio's name. She wasted no time in lifting his blindfold and grinning right in the deliriously orgasming man's face, before csping both his cheeks in a hand and kissing him deeply. "Mwaaaah! Nope! Just Pinkie!" she squealed, right before her head shot back so far it looked like it was going to fall off, only her arms wrapped around his neck keeping her from falling off entirely. "Whoooaaaaoaoaoaoaoooaoahhhhh!! Wha~!" Adagio facepalmed, while Aria just smirked. "Easy to mix those two up, they’re both fatasses!" "Thanks!" giggled Pinkie, looking at Aria upside down. Kenta's blindfold was repced and the girls went for round three, where Kenta finally had his first windfall. He'd been feeling girls riding him for sometime and Adagio must have been needing a refresher; she had been dancing all night after all! She braced her hands on the chair legs and leaned back slightly, at which point their blinded, deafened victim was able to feel a sprig of densely-curled hair brush his thigh. Just the hint he'd been looking for~! After that it took only a second for him to figure out it was Adagio. Well, it was either that, or the brief tickle set something off in his hazy pink, fuck-addled brain, because he immediately picked his hips off of the chair, taking the budding diva along for the ride. Kenta gripped onto the back of the chair where his hands were tied, shifting his center of gravity with a fairly worrying sound of creaking wood as he began to thrust his hips upwards. With Adagio holding onto the chair's legs for dear life, her ass was being twerked and bounced for her, the two jiggling orbs wobbling and spping against each other while the bronco underneath bucked up into her with such force as to make her think that he was trying to fuck through her. Panting grunts and groans came from deep within Kenta's throat, forced out of a now slightly drooling lip being bit down on. It was impossible for any of the girls to tell due to the blindfold, but his eyes were definitely rolling up into his head. But his piston-fucking didn't slow at all, only becoming more and more intense. His mad thrusting left Adagio suspended in the air for a split second after each thrust, only to immediately be followed by his crotch smacking against her right after, her tight, puffy mound filled with enough dick to make her see stars. With all the weight he was currently leaning on the chair, it was kind of inevitable what happened next. With a loud crack, the wood split, the backing that Kenta was using to support himself broke off, sending him bending far backwards. At the same time that the broken piece of the chair cttered to the ground (along with Kenta's shoulders), he shot off his third geyser into Adagio, who had taken up purchase on top of his hips. With even more of Kenta's potent seed waterfalling down around them, it kind of looked like a lewd fountain statue. Meanwhile, he was still trying to thrust his hips up into the big-assed twerkbunny on top of him, even while his balls bounced, tensed, and dumped more of that white warmth into her. Adagio lifted her head up slowly, feeling a little dizzy after the big plunge. But once her senses returned to her, she squirmed in Kenta's p, grinding his raw dick on her insides teasingly. "Mmh... Well, Aria? Satisfied yet? I'd say that puts paid to your little concern!" Aria groaned, rolling her eyes. "Ugh. What - ever! He just got lucky." Sonata thrust a fist in the air. "Better keep going, then!" "He looks pooped, girls..." Aria grinned. "You know what that means." ... And, as it turned out, there was something so much worse than having a Siren singing in your ear, coaxing your tired dick back to full life. And that was having three Sirens doing it. Kenta thrashed and squirmed on the floor as Adagio, Aria and Sonata all purred their magical song into his ears, driving him deeper and deeper under their spell, making his dick rage even bigger, even harder, even fuller. Sunset and the others watched with great curiosity, ready to step in if necessary, but it looked like Kenta was juuuust fine with it. From there on out, our hero remembered very little. There was no rational process behind the sex anymore, just the girls ravenously all taking their cut. The competition seemed long forgotten, and now these hungry bitches were just treating him like a living dildo. And with the headphones long since forgotten, he was treated to every moan, every purr, every orgasmic female screaming her lungs out as she got screwed. Turns out Sonata wasn't the only loud girl in this group, not by a long shot. How many times did he cum in the end? Ten? Twelve? More? It was impossible to say. Womb after womb was stuffed, just about every girl in the room getting a long-overdue cream-filling. He even came with Aria straddling him, her low voice growling in his ear to make a lot of cum for her toy. Try as he might to not surrender, thinking he'd much rather gush into a raw pussy, she got a load too, and ughed at him mockingly all the way through his orgasm. "There we go... Wasn't so hard, now was it? That's one less creampie for bitch-Dagio, and one for me." Finally, finally, it seemed like the pack of troublemaking bimbos had had their fun, and they were finally ready to let their fucktoy go and take care of his aching dick. Laying on the floor as he was, he soon felt Sunset Shimmer kneeling down beside him, carefully untying his bonds and removing his blindfold. He sat up, seeing Adagio, Fluttershy, Pinkie and Sonata all lounging around in the aftermath. They all had that same thing binding them together, their mark as participants in this wild sex romp: pussies full of foamy, gushing white cream, most of it training down their thighs. Of course, Sunset beside him had plenty coming out of her too. He didn't see Aria at first. But he did see her pocket pussy, set on top of the coffee table among various emptied drink bottles and things. Just as he was about to take a closer look at it - see if it was in the same state as its more fleshy counterparts, he suddenly saw Aria at the door, one hand raised in a zy wave. "Alright, jerks... I'm out of here." The girls all said goodbye - Kenta could barely muster the energy - but from where he y on the ground he did see something odd for a moment. When Aria moved to leave, he felt like he saw something sticky oozing out from between her spread legs as she stood silhouetted in the doorway, just for a very brief second. Had he imagined it? Sunset had a secret little smile on her face as his eyes drifted back to the pocket pussy on the table... and something finally sunk in. It hadn't been used once all night. "Looks like you went a little overboard..." she said, patting his head. "Someone want to get Kenta something to drink?" Adagio waved her hands towards the fridge. "There's still plenty of beer." "I meant water!" The girls were already ughing and bickering again, as if nothing had ever happened with Aria in the first pce. What a night~