Hours passed while Adagio painstakingly followed the instructions Sombra had left her, using a hammer and anvil to crush the geodes into a fine glittering powder. The fool had no idea the kind of power he'd handed over. Granted they hadn't been able to obtain Twilight's, so the set would have to be unevenly divided. Oh well, Sonata wasn't worth much anyhow!

They squatted in an abandoned building in the bad part of town and set up a workshop there. Normally they moved around constantly, attending Canterlot Academy mostly for kicks. Celestia was so stupidly naïve and forgiving she'd offered them a second chance, and while she'd had Luna keep a constant eye on their antics around the school, they hadn't done anything too bad that anyone could prove until now. While they weren't considered reformed, many discounted them as relatively harmless ever since they'd lost access to their powers. Their mistake. It had only forced them all to get more creative.

The makeshift warehouse was lined with various tools they'd stolen. The scent of sparks, smoke, and traces of stardust filled the atmosphere. Normally she hated to dirty her hands directly with baser work like this, but she couldn't rely on Aria to do this right, let alone the hopelessly dim Sonata. “Stop skulking in the shadows, and come into my parlor, little fly.”

“Tch. This had better be worth it,” said Aria as she approached. “Having to touch Sombra still gives me the creeps.”

Adagio beckoned her over with a waggle of her index finger. Once she was close, she suddenly seized her throat, choking her with narrowed eyes. “You'll bend over and take it up any hole he wants with a smile on your face, begging for more if I demand it! Never forget; I own you and Sonata. Without me you'd be in prison, if not dead.” She released her grip.

“Y...yeah. You've made your point,” said Aria who glared back.

“I don't believe I have.” She undid her belt, and raised it ready to strike, making her sister flinch. “Remember what I always tell you? I want you to repeat it. Slowly. Just so I know it's penetrated your thick little skull.”

Aria recounted the lines she'd fed her so many times they were now well memorized. “I'm a stupid slut who's useless without you. You only treat me badly because you love me and want me to reach my full potential.”

She playfully smacked the belt on her cheek twice. “Repeat it back to me once more. This time with some actual passion!”

Aria bristled. “I'm-a-stupid-slut-who's-useless-without-you! You-only-treat-me-badly-because-you-love-me-and-want-me-to-reach-my-full-potential!” She started sobbing, only for her older sister to draw her to her bosom and stroke her hair.

“There, there. Was that so hard?” She had to be careful not to push her too far or Aria might make an attempt on her life. She coveted her position and only didn't make a move because neither sister would follow her. She'd physically and psychologically abused her since she was born, molded her into a little ball of hate that despised the world. “Cheer up. The necklaces will be finished soon. And Sunset's played right into our hands. I knew she wouldn't be able to resist the siren's call.”

Aria sniffled. “Yes...sister.”

Adagio kissed her on the temple. “Now run along.” She dismissed her with a wave and turned back to her work. The dominoes were all lined up. She'd already knocked down the first few. Soon it would be time for the rest to follow.

Once she retired to her own room, Aria screamed, sobbing as she ripped down posters of edgy bands and exploitation movies she'd tacked all over her walls. She tore them to shreds, thrashing everything in sight, pulling on her pigtails with a snarl. Mascara ran down her cheeks as she heaved and kicked the walls which wobbled under repeated blows.

She spotted Sonata passing by, grabbed her by the ponytail, and yanked her in, throwing her to the floor. “I-I'm sorry,” began Sonata when the familiar punches and kicks rained down on her. She curled up into a ball, covering her face with her arms with a choking sob, reminded that she was merely a bottom feeder, too dumb to ever survive on her own. She had no choice but to rely on them no matter how badly they treated her. They were her sisters. They loved each other...in their own twisted ways.

Aria raised her fist back only for a hand to firmly seize it. “Stop.” She looked to the newcomer. Sunset met her gaze evenly, offered a hand to Sonata, and helped the whimpering girl stand. “Is this normal around here?”

With a sniffle Aria wiped her eyes and said, “Whatever. Glad you've finally come around, at least.”

“I'm not totally sold yet. But I can't go back, either. I never really fit in. I should've realized that when Twilight first came into the picture. She's the real star. I'm just an extra like all her friends. A bunch of satellites revolving around her story, no better than mana batteries so she can achieve her destiny. Well, I won't let them shame me into being what I'm not anymore.”

“They're weak. Not like us,” said Aria.

Sunset embraced them both. “We're sisters. And sisters shouldn't treat each other poorly.” She kissed both of them on the cheek. She didn't really want to hurt her friends...former friends, she reminded herself, even now. She understood their reasons and didn't blame them. But she had her own path to follow. Otherwise she'd always be in Twilight's shadow. A mere shell of herself.

Sonata giddily bounced from foot-to-foot. “Hooray! Welcome home, sister! Welcome to the Dazzlings!”

Aria nodded. “The fourth siren. Just like Adagio predicted.” While she was also happy to have another sister, her feelings were decidedly mixed, knowing it would further knock her down the pecking order. Maybe she could eventually win Sunset over to the point where she preferred her over Adagio? Well, she hadn't exactly made the best impression so far.

Pretty soon Sunset made her way to the warehouse where the eldest Dazzling was hard at work. She strode over to her, the pair embracing as their lips met in an extensive kiss. Lips locked, tongues rolled about, and teeth nibbled, their hands wandering carefree over each other's ample physiques. She flushed and narrowed her eyes. “You're a drug I can't quit. Make me sin.”

“You hardly need my help with that, dearest sister.” All the drugs, hypnosis, and mind games had finally paid off, Sunset's friends further alienated from her with each mistake she'd made. The instructions she'd given Sombra and Moondancer had certainly helped with that. Sunset had started to doubt her reality, and even herself, pushed to the breaking point, until she'd almost ended it. But now she could rise up stronger than ever. Finally, she would have a sister truly worthy to rule by her side!

She lifted Sunset up by her waist, planted her buck on a workshop table, and kneed her thighs open, Sunset's skirt hiked up her hips as she wrapped her booted legs around Adagio. She moaned and rolled her head back with eyes closed, digging her nails into Adagio's bare back. Twilight was too sweet for her, anyhow. She'd only taint her innocence. They were better off without her. She surrender utterly to Adagio; her scent, her touch, her voice, her taste, her unbelievably alluring aesthetics.

Pretty soon they were practically tearing each other's clothes off, lost in the throes of passion like they were little more than wild animals in heat. Adagio brushed all the tools from her workbench which clattered to the floor, thankful she'd had the foresight to tuck the crushed geode powders into plastic baggies until they could be absorbed. Within moments she was on the table with her, pussy-to-pussy, suckling greedily on the other's warm digits as they traded and shared low moans.

Aria and Sonata wandered in and stopped by the entrance, watching, the former with a jealous glare, the latter grinning with hands raised to her mouth, both undeniably entranced by what they saw. Adagio would never allow them to have a boyfriend, fearing they would become dependent on a man (Which was unthinkable as they were meant to rule) or worse would finally find the courage to go solo and betray her. No, they were supposed to fulfill one-another's physical and emotional needs.

Sunset's mind went numb with sheer lust, her body moving on its own, surrendering to her. She'd wept as she'd burnt every last picture of her friends, deleted them from her contacts, determined to remove every last trace of them from her life. She told herself it was for the good of all of them. She'd almost destroyed their friendship once more. Maybe soon they would be able to move on. But as for her? She was a common criminal. A murderer. And she couldn't help but feel bitter at how quickly they'd turned their backs on her, whether or not she deserved it. Even so, she didn't wish ill-will on any of them.

Unable to simply bear witness any longer, Aria and Sonata stripped each other down, littering the workplace with their scattered garments. They used their clothes like a makeshift bed, Aria taking the dominant position like she always did, and Sonata submitted to the one kindness the middle sister would openly show her. “Eat my cunt,” she commanded grabbing Sonata by her ponytail and forcing her face into her crotch. Sonata eagerly dug in, swishing her face about like she was in a messy pie-eating contest, slathering her face in Aria's juices while she nibbled and licked away at her folds and clit with surprising skill.

Of course carnality came naturally to their race and they had plenty of time to perfect their talents, even in these human bodies which were clumsy at first but were soon a natural skin. Unfortunately a siren could never truly be fulfilled. They could seduce every last man and woman in the world and still never find satisfaction. Thus they set their sights on eventually returning to Equestria, enslaving the populace there as well, and hoping it would finally ease the burning need within all of them.

Inky Rose closed up the shop, and retired to the back, walking around naked like she usually did once after hours arrived. Dim crimson lights cast a sheen over bare skin covered in spiderweb tattoos. She looked to the denuded body her master had laid out on a slab and her skin crawled. With a trembling hand she touched the dead girl who was somehow still warm. Even her sex was somehow still moist. Working with Pacific Glow, the three had taken back the corpse since the Dazzlings offered it to him in return for all the resources and information the warlock provided them, in return for pleasures of the flesh.

She made her way through a maze of occult ephemera, into the back of the store, where Sombra currently had Pacific Glow bent over a table, hands clasped about her pigtails as he sodomized her. There was no romance to his lovemaking. He would either perform tantric rituals, or simply focused on his own needs, but they'd learned to enjoy it anyhow. Pacific moaned for him in her usual exaggerated, whorish manner, exactly how the self-proclaimed heir to Aleister Crowley wanted it.

Their relationship was...complicated, to say the least. Unlike poor Glow he at least respected her, albeit with his reputation as being heartless he'd never admit it. Not only was he like a father-figure to them, and a lover who provided them money, shelter, and protection, but they were much freer to express themselves here than they ever would be in so-called polite society.

“Fuck me daddy! Make me your whore!” She bounced upon his cock with each thrust, his scarlet eyes studying the ANAL SLUT tattoo over her asscheeks. She'd taken out the pacifier to speak, it now dangling between swinging, pendulum breasts. With a grunt he finished , and withdrew without ceremony, a string of semen connecting him to her loose, pastel pink sphincter.

Inky Rose looked to the preserved carcass. “What do you plan to do with...that?”

He smacked Glow on her buttocks hard to inform her they were done for the moment. She giggled and stood, his seed dripping down her rear. “It should come in handy for my next ritual. Yes, I've preserved her in a state between life-and-death. The sort of black magic that would be strictly forbidden in Equestria, and is considered a superstition by most here. But your average peasant lacks the innate talent to tap into it. Unlike me. Perhaps I'll start with summoning some succubi...”

She shook her head at how obsessed he was with sex and power. “Could our sleeping beauty be woken up?”

He nodded. “She would on her own were I not applying the proper drugs on a regular basis. But why would this woorld need two Sunset Shimmers, anyhow? A dirty cop informed me back then that he'd found her near death, and I moved in, capturing her for my own purposes.” He chuckled. “He covered up the evidence the best he could in return for quite a hefty bribe. They ran with the story that she'd skipped town, rather than stir up the public with the grisly truth of the matter.”

“Nasty business,” said Pacific Glow who popped some pills. “Wish I could meet her.”

Sombra licked his lips. “She's probably better off dead. Especially once I start to raise hell.”

Inky Rose pursed her lips. “Come on, Pacific. I think the master wants some...alone time with Sunset.” She winced at the idea but knew he wouldn't be talked out of it. He was out to prove his evil nature in the hopes he could commune with Satan himself. She'd seen some weird stuff in her time here, but the idea still seemed ludicrous to her.

He started to empty a bottle of blood on the floor, drawing a pentagram for the ritual ahead. Candles flickered and danced around an altar he'd carved himself. He was just a petty dabbler compared to his tyrannical counterpart in Equestria. But he was convinced that would all finally change once he called upon all the dark powers of the underworld.

Following Aria out to this mysterious The Shadow Dimensions, the castle-like shop loomed ahead, Sunset overwhelmed when she took it in. She'd planned to investigate it sometime, find out what her supposed attacker was like, but her new sister had pulled her here first, the streets empty around them save for trash rolling about in the wind. She'd parked her motorcycle a short distance away, planning to break in and do a bit of snooping about. “You've met this guy before?”

“Yeah. He's a total woman-hating, sleazy asshole who thinks he's hot shit. Well, he will be after tonight.” She opened her sack and pulled a bottle of alcohol from it. She took a swig, then passed it to Sunset who did the same, the pair sharing a laugh afterwards. Then she stuffed some newspaper into it. “You know what a molotov cocktail is?”

“Sure.” She cocked an eyebrow. “You're not...serious?”

“Of course I am. He raped me.” It was a slight exaggeration, but she'd certainly felt that way, after her older sister had thrown her to him, and he'd taken special care to humiliate her. “You want to summon hell, Sombra? Why bother when it's much easier to go there!” She dodged Sunset who attempted to intervene, chucked the bottle, and watched it erupt into a ball of fire on the advertisements outside. Fires reflected in her eyes as she grinned maniacally. “Burn, motherfucker, burn!”

“Shit!” The flames and smoke were spreading surprisingly fast, and Aria had already prepared and chucked another, just for good measure. “What are you thinking?! What if innocent people are in there?!”

“No one's innocent!” Tears streamed down her face as she snarled. “Besides, you think I'm the only girl he's violated? Not likely! Think of this as karma! This is who we are, Sunset! Better get used to it if you plan to run with the Dazzlings!”

She grit her teeth. “I don't kill people!”

“Sure you do! Sunset's blood's on your hands! That's why you went running to us! You belong with us!”

Sunset told herself it was suicide. That a monster had no business with heroics. But without giving it much thought, she tossed off her jacket, popped open some bottled water she'd brought, and threw it over herself, before she grabbed a trash can, using it to smash a window open with a loud crash. She kicked the shards in and slipped inside, keeping low as she rushed further in.

This is stupid. Why am I doing this? It's probably empty anyway, and besides, I'm no heroine! She spotted a pair of naked women ahead, the gothy one helping the raver chick walk. “This way! I broke the window so you should be able to slip out!”

Inky Rose froze for a moment when she stared at her, beads of perspiration rolling down their skin. “Uh...never mind. Sombra's still trapped back there. The body, too.” She coughed and stumbled by her, blackish-gray smoke swirling above them as a reddish-orange glared reflected off them, the air hazing about under the heat. “Not sure...he can make it out...”

She rushed in further, despite all her survival instincts screaming she should get out now, that she'd already more than done her part, and that Sombra probably deserved to burn anyhow. When she broke into the back she saw a saturnine man standing completely nude before an altar, with that appeared to be her double laid bare upon it. “What?!”

Sombra stared her down. “I'll have to complete the ritual another time,” he said as he plucked up her twin and handed her over.”Take her and get out. There's business I must attend to.”

She took her double without comment, her flesh so warm, and hurried towards her escape route. She wanted to tell him not to be stupid but doubted he'd listen. He was still attempting to collect a lifetime's worth of notes from his extensive researches. The last thing she heard from him was an animalistic scream as a portion of the building collapsed atop him with a shudder.

She heaved with damp hair matted to her face once she finally made it outside. Aria was nowhere to be seen, she assumed having made her escape at the first opportunity. Fire alarms blared in the distance, and she took cover in a graffiti-covered alley that stank of urine and garbage, seeing that the two women were sheltering there.

Inky Rose said, “Sombra...?” She shook her head. Pacific Glow burst into tears, burying her face in Inky's bosom, who held her close and stroked her hair. “Shhh, it will be okay. Whatever happens, I'll look after you, like always.”

The second Sunset suddenly shook, and vomited up parts of the drugs Sombra had force-fed her, sleepily stirring back to some level of awareness. Sunny looked up blankly at her Equestrian counterpart. “Who the fuck are you?”

Author's Notes:

Lots of plot momentum and set up in this one.