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- > Be Anon, school counselor
- > You are stuck with the Dazzlings, because
- > A) They are manipulative, evil girls,
- > B) No one really wants to pay a psychologist to deal with them, and
- > C) You actually believe in magic, due to certain events among the student body
- > Oddly enough, Adagio seems to be the most cooperative
- > "You don't understand, I had enough power to rule the world, I could /feel/ it."
- "You could always go into politics."
- > She just sighs
- > "Trust me, after a hundred years or so being the power behind a throne, you don't actually want to govern, you just want to be comfortable, and make people worship at your feet."
- > You make a note in your file
- "Have you ever considered being a dominatrix?"
- > She sits up straight at that
- > "You mean that's an actual job, and not just a fetish?"
- "It's a bit of both, but I think you'd like it."
- > Adagio gets an odd look in her eyes
- > "Could you help me practice? Somehow, I think you could really help me with this."
- > You clear your throat and look away
- "I'm afraid not. Ah, it seems our time is up. See you next week."
- > She sighs, then sashays towards the door
- > She glances over her shoulder, a smirk on her lips
- > "Maybe sooner."
- > And she's gone.
- > Aria is easily the most difficult, stubborn girl you have had to work with
- > You've taken to knitting a sweater while she stonewalls you
- > Click click
- > Click click
- > Click
- > You spool more yarn from the skein
- > Click
- > She just sits there on the couch, arms crossed and scowling
- > It's the third session like this, and you think you're getting through to her
- > Click click
- > Click
- > You pause deliberately
- > A little longer, not even looking at her
- > Ah well, may-
- > Aria stands up and glares at you
- > "Sometimes a cigar is just a penis!"
- > ...
- "You didn't pay much attention in psychology class, did you?"
- > She slams her hands down on your desk
- > "You're just trying to make me seem hysterical, so you can play with my vagina, I know it!"
- > ...
- "That hasn't been an ethical treatment for a long time. Is there something in your past you want to talk about?"
- > Aria leans down and growls in your face
- > "Let's be unethical."
- > Sonata...
- > Is Sonata
- > "Oh man, it was pizza pfriday today, and I ate so much pizza!"
- "I see."
- > She rolls around on the couch, clutching a throw pillow to her chest
- > "I had so much, my tummy felt like it was going to burst!"
- "It's probably not a good idea to eat that much all the time. You'll gain a fair amount of weight, if you keep that up."
- > Sonata freezes
- > "For realsies?"
- "For realsies."
- > She stands up, dropping the pillow
- > "Ooh, what if I am already fat?"
- > Sonata lifts up her shirt above her bra and stares at her stomach
- > "Is it bigger? I think it might be bigger!"
- "Please put your shirt back down."
- > "Is it because I'm fat?"
- > You rub your sinuses
- "No, it is not because you are fat. It's becau-"
- > She puts her shirt back down
- > "Good, because I'm an independent blue woman, and I don't need no man."
- > ...
- "Right. Well. Pay attention to what you eat, and you'll be fine."
- > Sonata looks at you blankly
- > "What are you talking about?"
- "Try not to eat so much on pizza pfridays and taco tuesdays. That way you won't get fat."
- > Her eyes go wide
- > "Ooh, what if I'm already fat? Tell me, has my butt gotten bigger?"
- > She begins to turn around
- "Stop! You are not fat!"
- > Sonata beams at you
- > "Aw, thanks for saying so."
- > You glance at your watch, and sigh in relief
- "You're welcome. It seems the time is up for this session, so I'll see you next week."
- > She smiles brightly
- > "That's great! You know, you are the first person who plays with me so often."
- > ...
- "That's what I'm here for. Oh, one last thing. A student dropped this off, I believe this belongs to you."
- > It has her student ID, after all
- > Sonata looks at the item in your hand curiously
- > "That's not my wallet."
- > The last bell rings, and you sit back in your chair
- > You always find the sound of students in the halls to be restful
- > Mostly because that means they aren't in your office
- > Your door opens, and a familiar face walks in
- > "Hey dad, I just have to get this off my chest, you know?"
- > You sigh
- "What is it, Anon Jr?"
- > "That feel when no girlfriend."
- > Your brow wrinkles, and you gaze soulfully back at him
- "I know that feel, son."
- > Adagio walks in, looking a fair bit happier than last week
- > She sits in the center of the couch, her hands folded in her lap
- > "I want to thank you for your advice last week."
- "You're quite welcome. So I take it you are feeling more in control of your life?"
- > She grins
- > "Oh yes. I persuaded an acquaintance to help me practice dominating, and the look he gave me, kneeling at my feet!"
- > Adagio grips the couch cushions on either side of her, her body tensing in a way that speaks directly to your manhood
- > "Then he licked and suckled on my toes~, oh Doctor, I have never been so fulfilled."
- "I...see."
- > She pauses, her back slightly arched
- > "Something interesting?"
- > You try to look anywhere but her
- "Just be careful. If it turns to actual sexwork, that would be illegal."
- > Adagio smirks in your peripheral vision as you stare out the window
- > "Not immoral? But enough of this. I'm sure you're wondering how we are integrating with the student body."
- > You turn back to make eye contact
- "That would be my next question, yes."
- > She crosses her legs and leans back
- > "It was quite easy. I merely had Sonata be the face of our little trio. Would you believe she's already sitting with the Rainbooms for lunch?"
- > You raise your eyebrows at that
- "I would have expected a bit more animosity, I have to say."
- > Adagio nods in agreement
- > "It makes sense when you remember Sunset is...sympathetic to our plight."
- "Ah, of course. And the rest of the student body?"
- > She makes a so-so gesture
- > "It's fairly divided. Girls hate us, Boys love us, Rainbow Dash is conflicted."
- > Aria struts in for her session, a strap-on sticking out of the crotch of her pants
- > facepalm.exe
- > She reclines on the couch, one leg bent all the better to prominently display her package
- > "I'm a boy now, suck my cock."
- > You think you preferred it when she was stonewalling you
- "No. I am here to help you through your personal problems, and hopefully help you find a productive way to contribute to society."
- > She just stares at you, a hand casually inching towards her strap-on.
- > "I know my internet rights. I said I'm a boy when I still have a vagina and everything, so you have to do what I say."
- > You sigh, and open a drawer in your desk
- > You grab one of the many orange pill bottles, and toss it to her
- > Aria stares at it in confusion
- "They're testosterone pills. That's all I can really do in this situation."
- > She sits up and cradles the bottle in her hand
- > Oh great, now she's seriously considering it
- > "If I take these, then will you suck my throbbing member?"
- > Error message: You cannot run more than two instances of facepalm.exe at one time.
- "No, just...no."
- > She throws it at you angrily
- > "Fine! I'll just get Anon to suck it!"
- > Aria storms out of your office, vigorously stroking the strap-on
- >...
- "Dammit, son."
- > Sonata's lips twitch
- > There is almost a full second of silence
- > Then she's back to giggling
- > You don't like to enable addictions, but Sonata is proving to be the exception to a lot of things
- > Like your patience
- > You open up a middle drawer, and randomly grab a sauce packet
- > As soon as she sees what you're doing, she is utterly focused on your hand
- > If you were to simply put the taco bell sauce back, she would be despondent the entire session
- > So instead, you throw it, a little to the side of her
- > Sonata lunges, and comes up with the packet safely caught in her mouth
- "So what was so funny?"
- > She spits the packet into her hand, and squishes it idly
- > "So, you know how I'm like, for realsies in love with tacos?"
- > The wedding pictures
- > Certain restaurants with a shoot to kill policy
- > A more innocent time, when you taught her how to cook ground beef
- "Yes, I know."
- > She grins
- > "So, did you know,"
- > Sonata leans forward conspiratorially
- > "taco is another word for this!"
- > She points at her crotch, thankfully still covered by her skirt
- > You sigh
- "Yes, I know."
- > "I mean, look at it, it totally looks like a taco!"
- > You avert your eyes at the first hint if rustling cloth
- > "Hey, you're not looking! You totally need to see how much my thingy looks like a taco!"
- "No, it's alright, I've seen 'thingies' before, I fully understand their resemblance to tacos."
- > ...
- > You hear some more rustling, and risk a glance
- > It seems she let go, and is currently in some state of shock
- > At least she's decent, for the moment
- > Finally she blinks those huge eyes, terrifyingly devoid of sense
- > "You've seen porn?"
- "Well, "
- > "What is it like?"
- "It's hard to-"
- > "Really? Can you show me?"
- "No, I really can't-"
- > "Okay, I'll just have Anon show me."
- > Dammit, son
- "I just don't care anymore."
- > "Hmmm, right. Well. See you later today!"
- > With that she bounces out of your office
- > What did you do to deserve this?
- > The last bell rings
- > Mostly you try to get some paperwork done, but
- > "Hey dad, guess what!"
- "What."
- > "I'm totally getting to third base with Adagio!"
- > ...
- > You know you shouldn't have let 4chan raise your son, but he felt so at home there
- > It's only as time goes by that you start to see the consequences of that
- "Just so we are on the same page, what do you think third base is?"
- > Anon Jr rolls his eyes
- > "Come on, everyone knows it's licking elbows."
- "Right then, carry on."
- > "Alright, see you at the sleepover!"
- > He's out the door before you can demand an explanation
- > Upon reflection, you have a pretty good idea anyways
- > You glance down at your mug, a father's day present from years ago
- > It reads,
- "Original Parent, your a faggot."
- > Oh how quickly they grow up
- > You hear the door open again, and you sigh
- "Look, if you want to have a sleepover, some prior warning would be nice."
- > Principal Celestia walks through, and you feel yourself die a little on the inside
- > "I'll keep that in mind."
- > At least she's smiling
- "Ah, sorry, I didn't mean-"
- > She laughs a little, a warm, vibrant sound
- > "Don't worry about it. I just came by to tell you that we appreciate the trouble your taking with our newest students."
- > You nod stiffly
- "I'm glad I can help."
- > "You're a good man, Anon. Do let me know if there's -anything- Luna or I could do to help."
- > ...
- "Will do."
- > Celestia gives you one more radiant smile, and leaves
- > Did she just imply...
- > It doesn't matter, you have a sleepover to supervise
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