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(Quest Suggestions) SongsTress Quest Episode 15 - Turning Tango
🕑 Added 2025-08-31 17:00:16 +0000 UTC(The Quest continues! Anyone at Star Tier or above can suggest what should happen next!)
"... Fine." You take a breath. Tilt your head. Calm grips your heart, the tension inside you finally relaxing. "If that's the tune you want you hear, I'll leave you breathless, have no fear."
And you finally let go.
The bloom of a Sovereign is a wonderful thing. The world quakes, the stars tremble. Reality ripples and twists around you, yellow light shining bright before shooting outwards, crossing over the rooftop in an instant and rushing down the walls. You're converting this place, this entire building, into your Lair, into your home, your domain. As a Sovereign Desire, you are finally becoming complete.
But you have far more important things to focus on right now.
"~♫~♫~♫~"
The air ripples as your voice echoes through it, glowing blue notes materialising around you in a swirl of light and music - and then twisting in your grip as you reach out and seize the bars, snapping them forwards like a whip. That wasn't something you could do before, but now you're standing in your Lair, and reality bends to your will here. Soon enough, it will break to it, too.
The blonde finally manages to shake free of your command, but it's far too late. Her muscles tense - whether to run from you or charge at you, you don't know, because you don't give her the chance for either. The lines of your notes swirl around her, snaring her arms and wrists, hoisting her into the air as your unwilling puppet, snared in your overwhelming rhythm, binding her to your beat.
Then you pull her close, hauling her through the air and forcing her to bow, to curtsy before offering her arm. You take it, gripping firm so that her attempts to scratch you go nowhere, and then spin her into your arms.
"You've led a merry chase, babe, but now that part is through~"
You dance together, your smug smile to her furious snarl.
"So let me tell you now how things are going to be true~!"
The two of you twirl into a Tango, and with every spin and twirl, the streaming rainbow of lines that make up your musical bars weave around you, binding tighter and tighter around your dance partner. They wrap around her, thin threads at first, but steadily growing thicker as you dance.
"This city will be mine, and the world will be mine too
And guess who's going to help me bitch? It's gunna be you~"
"Like hell!"
You almost jump back in surprise as she yells in your face, the blonde's eyes burning bright with determination. And you're completely unprepared when she starts to sing as well.
"I know your kind,
I know your sort,
You're all the same,
You'll come up short!"
Your grip on her turns into her grip on you as she takes the lead, the two of you vying for dominance as you dance with one another. Her verses are as fast as her moves, and she's growing faster. Even the environment seems to respond, your environment, growing brighter and more hopeful against your rather oppressive glow.
"For all your talk and all your dreams you're gunna fail and all your schemes are ending without victory. Defeated by Serenity!"
Your hidden eyes narrow as you struggle to regain control. Okay, she wants a faster beat? You can do that!
"Serenity? Don't make me laugh!
I'll thrash those girls, wheat from chaff
Five of them? Won't make half,
the threat I am - that's just math!
I'm taking over, making waves!
Serenity Arts will be my slaves!
All reviews: flat out raves!
I'm the justice this world craves~"
The world around you shifts back to your hungry vibes. The two of you are weaving tighter and tighter together now, your words twisting around one another in this passionate duet. Your bodies are almost grinding against each other, touching, rubbing. You can feel her heat on your skin, and you know she can feel yours. Her face is getting red, her breath heavy. The threads around her are winding tight.
"You'll never win. Light will prevail!"
"Babe, you know that ship has sailed~"
You tangle deeper, wrapping your arms around her as she does the same to you - not realizing that it's not your music strings making her do it. There's no 'almost' about the grinding now, your legs are entwined, chests pressing against one another, lips so close... She's struggling to resist at all. But she still tries.
"Hope still shines, it's never over!"
"Yes it is, 'cus I'm your owner~!"
Trying isn't enough. Your lips connect - and you smirk as you realize it was her who bridged the gap, moaning into you as her eyes flutter closed and her stubborn resistance crumbles. Your power, raw, pure desire, flows from you to her, and takes hold. You pour it in, giving her everything you've got. This pain in the ass deserves no less.
Music sings, threads spin, binding her up in a cocoon of notes and colorful bars. Light flashes from within, and you feel the pleasure of a new follower fill you.
She's yours.
The cocoon of light shakes for a moment, and then cracks, splitting open as a pair of rainbow coloured wings unfold, each patterned with music notes and stars. Another shake, and the remaining shell disintegrates, revealing your new plaything to the world. She's changed a bit.
Her butterfly wings unfurl and flap behind her as she rises into the air, clearly incapable of supporting a human-sized creature in flight, let alone in allowing her to hover, but she doesn't seem to care. And speaking of defying gravity, boobs that size absolutely shouldn't have that kind of jiggle. She's touting curves that almost compete with your own! All squeezed into a glittering, practically transparent dress that makes her look like a lewd fairy god mother, all frills and trails. She's wearing a pair of your trademark shades, though she has actual eyes behind them instead of glowing yellow voids. Sure, her eyes have music notes for pupils, but, y'know. And she's still blonde, that part hasn't changed.
Hoo, you really gave your all to this one, didn't you?
"Well," you giggle, still exhilarated by your victory. "You-!"
"Miztrezz, vat on earth are you vearing!?!" The butterfly zips straight to your side, practically manhandling you as she lifts you in the air and turns you over, inspecting your outfit from all angles. "Non non non, zis vill not do!"
You find yourself caught off guard at her forcefulness, and can only squeak a surprised question: "What the hell is that accent?"
"Apparentli, you zink zat fasheeon deziners hav funni voy-ces," she answers, giving you a look over her shades, before spinning you around and into her arms. "Zo now, I zound liyke zis. Oh vell. Mai fasheeon shell zpeak, vhere I cannoz."
Then her hands squeeze around your chest in just the way you like, and you can't help the "♫" you let out.
Your fashion butterfly giggles. "Ve can danse again anozer time, Miztrezz. For now, I vill fix zis monztrozity you call an outfit - an' you muzt focuz on your Lair."
Oh. Oh right. Yeah. Your Lair. That's important, isn't it...
You can feel it - your lair, the world turned into an extension of you, is flowing downwards through the Rose Building, transforming it, and the people inside it, to your wishes. The crowds are screaming, fleeing, but you've no intention of stopping any time soon. Now the time has come to decide just what your Lair is going to be - you have a sliver of time, now, to decide before it sets into place. Choose wisely!
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(SongsTress is yours to guide! How will she go about trying to achieve her goals? That's up to you! Put your suggestions in the comments below, and they'll be voted on come Wednesday! Try to be specific in your suggestions so I can interpret them for the next episode clearly!)
(And, as a suggestion of my own, you can think about how you want to theme your lair - and about the outfit that your new minion is making for you in the process!)
Comments
Loewen
Something that shows off your goods-need to keep eyes on you at all times. Lair-Dance club.
BG
A dress designed for dancing I say! And a closed concert hall-people need to pay up to see you!
