In the aftermath Celestia announced that while the winners would still be honored with the funds promised to them by the Equestrian Suicidal Girls, another contest would be held since that one had likely been fixed, with the top three winners unable to compete this time around. And with the disappearance, death, and arrest respectively of the Dazzlings, rights to the the company were returned to Celestia and Cadance, who invited Luna and Cheerilee into the fold this time.

A funeral was also held for Sunny, who was buried back on that little hill where Sunset had found it at her request, packed into a similar glass coffin like she was a fairy tale princess. Only this time there was no chance she'd come back. It was a bright day, the kind where birds were chirping, and butterflies were fluttering about.

“Too bad you can't be here,” whispered Sunset who cupped her hands before her. She'd asked everyone to dress casually, knowing her twin wouldn't want them to feel sad. After all, they were practically the same person, if her life had simply played out in a different manner. “It's a sunny day.”

Twilight sidled up beside her. “Hey.” She placed a bouquet on the grave next to the one Sunset had laid. “Will you...be okay? I know not that what you did wasn't your fault. Well, not entirely. They messed with your head.”

“Yeah. I can't help but still care about them, though. Isn't that weird? Even Aria after she...” She shook her head, closing her eyes so she wouldn't see them water. “Can...can we start over? Only we'll take it slow this time.”

“You sure you want to take it slow?” She cupped a hand around Sunset's ear and murmured, “You see I had this unbelievably sexy threesome with Flash planned. He's only indecisive about the proposition because he thinks you need time to grieve.”

Sunset practically salivated at the idea. “S-sure!” She flushed at how readily she agreed.

“Don't take what Adagio claimed to heart. There are lots of stories, Sunset. Everyone's the hero of their own tale. This one was yours.” She took her hands and they bowed their heads slightly, resting their foreheads against each other and smiling.

“Hey,” said Sunset when Inky Rose and Pacific Glow approached. “Seeing as you two don't have anywhere to go...why don't you continue to crash at my place? Take all the time you need until you're back on your feet.”

Inky nodded. “I don't wish to freeload, but I don't intend to turn down a kind offer, either. Celestia's offered me back my job as the face of Equestrian Suicidal Girls, so I should be set. Pacific Glow's decided to come, too.”

Pacific grinned. “I'll also be working at a local strip club!” She handed them fliers that advertised the location. “Why don't you drop in and see me sometime? From what they've told me, Pinkie and Rainbow go there all the time!”

Sunset playfully rolled her eyes. “That figures. Sure, I'll come.” She hugged them both. “There's something I've got to do. I'll catch up with all of you later, okay?” She'd made a lot of friends, old and new, and couldn't afford to leave any of them out. She couldn't save Aria from herself, and Adagio seemed like a lost cause, but just maybe there was a sliver of hope for Sonata...

Making the rounds towards her eventual destination, Sunset stopped by Moondancer, who was busy cleaning up Canterlot Academy. For her part in the events Celestia and Luna decided she'd have to turn over her portion of the winnings for the property damage done, and would likewise have to do community service after school until the year was up. “Hey. You okay?”

Moondancer kept her head down, sweeping up more debris. “I'll get over it.” She'd have a lot of time to ruminate on her mistakes. Lucky for her Twilight was usually quick to forgive. “Sorry,” she grumbled.

Maybe the old Sunset would have held a grudge. But that ghost was truly exorcised. She laid a hand on her shoulder and felt her flinch. “It's okay. Really. You can join our circle of friends whenever you're ready.”

“Sure. But I don't think I'll ever fit in.” She curled her twitching lip. “Probably have to find a new job, too.”

She moved on into the school, which was mostly abandoned today since no classes were in session, but she figured Trixie and her pals would be here today like they often were, and made her way to their dorm room. She saw the door was slightly ajar, and let herself in, seeing Trixie, Fuschia, and Lavender rolling around naked in single bills that filled their room, the money that she'd passed to them for her help. They laughed and cheered and tossed the money about, running it over their bare bodies.

“We're rich! Okay, not really, but Trixie can pretend!” She winked at Sunset. “Why don't you join us?”

Sunset checked her watch and saw she had some time. “Why not?” She returned her smile, stripped down completely, and went rolling about in cash with them, knowing she'd have to take a shower afterwards as a result. But for now she just seized the moment. “Looks like you're satisfied, at least. I'm happy. Besides, you've earned it. You saved our butts back at the office.”

“I was pretty cool, wasn't it? Hey, think you could ask Flash to take some photos of this sometime?”

She chuckled. “Sure. Take care of yourselves, alright?” She borrowed a towel from her, wrapped it about her, and scooped up her clothes, heading to the shower room where all this had practically started. She laid her stuff in the locker room, walked on the tiles, and turned on a faucet, brushing back her wetted hair as steamy waters spattered over her well-shaped frame.

“What did I tell you?” Pinkie's voice echoed when she entered. “Told you she'd be here!”

Rainbow groaned behind her, having lost another bet. “How did you always know these things?! It's impossible!”

“Just improbable, dear.” Rarity was the first to remove her towels, including one about her hair to protect it, standing fully bared with sensual pride as rays of light from above fell over her ivory-white physique. “No need to be shy, now.” She removed Applejack's towel, who blushed, despite how many times they'd all seen each other denuded by now.

“Far out,” said Tree Hugger who disrobed with the others. “I do some of my best relaxing in the shower.” She slowly stripped Fluttershy who hid behind her pink mane, giggling at her friend's playfully tender caresses.

Rainbow grinned salaciously. “You two gonna lez out right here?”

Hugs covered Shy's ears. “Come on babe, don't be vulgar. You know she doesn't like that. Sex is like, a spiritual connection.”

“Nah, it's just fucking. But believe whatever hippie crap you like. Hey, you've been teaching her kegels between those nude yoga sessions, right? Can't I come along, too? Gotta keep limber.” She did stretches under spraying water that ran into the drain.

“Ooh! Ooh! Let me come too!” Pinkie hopped up-and-down, her balloon-like breasts bouncing about.

“I don't know,” said Hugs who stroked Shy's wet mane. “Maybe if, like, you can behave?”

“Not to worry,” said Rarity who massaged shampoo into her scalp. “I shall keep the little miscreants in line.”

“Enough with the fancy talk,” said AJ who lathered her freckled skin in an almost workman-like manner. “I'm still a little sore with you, Sunset, coercing us all into posin' for such racy pics...but I know now you weren't in your right mind.”

“I still have to take responsibility for it,” said Sunset. “I've been a pretty crap friend lately. Hope I can make amends.”

“But if I can be frank...Fluttershy and I probably enjoyed it more than any of ya'll. It was a rare chance to cut loose. Don't think I'll be doin' it again in the future, and I hope my family will forgive me, but I reckon we needed a change of pace.”

Rarity looked to dash and Pie who were engaged in their usual horseplay. “Well darling, I suppose it was simply another day at the office for them. And I was practically already stripping for that lingerie line. I've offered Inky Rose a recommendation to that, by-the-by; she'd be absolutely perfect for it! Hopefully she'll take me up on the offer.”

“She'll be pretty busy with her other job,” admitted Sunset. “But she's not the type to turn down an opportunity.” She turned to Fluttershy. “I probably owe you the biggest apology of all. I was terrible towards you.” She raised a hand to stop her. “No, don't make excuses for me. It was just like that day when I cornered you back in school. I'm really sorry.”

“It's my fault, too. I, um, sensed something was off, and talked with Tree about it, but I should've shared my suspicions with everybody.” She stared at her toes, thankful the running water hid her tears. “If I had m-maybe...Sunny...”

Sunset threw her arms around her. “Oh, Fluttershy...” She starting crying too. “How can you possibly feel responsible for that? Sunny saved my life. So I'd better not waste it. I love all of you. I don't say that often enough.” Her friends gathered around her, forming a massive group hug, which they didn't break for some time, the solitary sound the water hitting the tiled floor.

Lastly she drove her motorcycle to the jail where Sonata was currently incarcerated in remand while she awaited trial. Luckily for her the bulk of the Dazzlings' crimes would fall on Adagio and Aria, but she was still an accomplice, and would likely serve a sentence of several years at least. Sunset made her way in during visiting hours, and after they checked her out to make certain she wasn't carrying anything forbidden, she was led into the rather bleakly plain cells where a guard waited nearby.

Sonata was practically in tears when she held the bars and stared out, dressed in an orange jumpsuit like all the prisoners detained in this depressing place. “You actually came!” She sniffled. “I didn't think-”

Sunset came as close as she was allowed. “Of course, silly. Sorry I'm not allowed to visit you very often.” With help from Celestia she'd gotten the best lawyer possible. With good behavior she hoped Sonata could be free in a couple years. Of course she doubted the siren would ever completely change her ways, but with good influences, therapy, and kindness, she hoped she'd at least turn out relatively harmless to society once she was removed from her sisters' influences.

Sonata looked far away. “You're the only person who cares about me. Adagio threw me away. And Aria...” She choked back sobs, knees wobbling whenever she thought about what had happened to her. “I...I miss my sisters. Badly.”

“I know. I feel the same way when I think about Sunny.” She laid a hand over her heart. “It hurts real bad.” For several moments silence settled between the pair, united like sisters by their shared grief.

Sonata looked from side-to-side and noticed the guard wasn't looking. She lowered her voice to a whisper.“Hey, I can't offer you much as thanks, but...” She quickly undid the topmost portion of her attire, bent over and let her pendulum-like breasts swing free, and slowly rocked them back-and-forth with a cheek smile and a wink. “Nice, aren't they?”

Sunset nervously waved her to tuck them back in. Not that she didn't appreciate the view, but the last thing they needed was more trouble. Thankfully she took the hint. She spent the rest of the hour with her until it was time to leave, and then returned the kiss Sonata blew her before she made her way out. She straddled her bike and set off on the lonely ride home.

Finally she arrived home. She dialed Twilight and Flash who came over, binged on pizza and soda while they watched movies until they were practically sick, then eventually the trio retired to the bedroom. They nearly tore each other's clothes off on the way there, leaving them scattered about the house, until they were completely bare once they reached the bed. Sunset took the lead with the awkward Twi, and the gentlemanly Flash, helping them get more comfortable surrendering to their lusts.

Sunset smirked at them. “Hey.” She handed him her cellphone. “Mind if he films this?”

Twilight went red and thought it over for several moments. “Okay. But it stays between us.”

He turned on the camera and started recording, starting at their feet and panning up their bare physiques, zooming in on their crotches and their tits until they devoured the frame. “Wow. You two are knockouts. I must be the luckiest man alive.”

Sunset smiled as she traded a kiss with Twi. “Oh, you will be soon, stud.”

She started by shoving him back onto the bed, and guided Twi down with her, tracing his already partially erect cock with their tongues. He grunted low as a dab of precum dripped from his urethra, and he tentatively placed his hands upon their heads, gently but firmly directing them to lap at his veiny length. She took him within her lips, deciding to have a playful little contest with Twi, closing her eyes as she engulfed his manhood all the way down to the base and left her lipstick there as proof that she'd been able to deepthroat him. She removed herself with an audible plop, saliva still connecting her mouth to his penis.

Twilight attempted to take up the challenge, managing to devour him halfway until she started to gag a little, but despite the tears in the corners of her eyes, she swallowed her chokes and tried again and again, taking him just a couple hairs deeper each time, until she left her own purple lipstick a third of the way down. “Sorry, I...I don't have much experience with this.” Her blush deepened. “I've, well, practiced with bananas and cucumbers a few times, but this is harder than it looks.”

“That's fine. It wasn't a fair contest anyhow.” She laughed mischievously. “You've never been with a boy, right?” She rubbed Twi's clit and slit, pinched her nipples with another hand, and dotted her neck in rapid pecks to warm her up, feeling her moisten even further. “Want him to pop your cherry or should I take the first ride on this sexy stallion?”

“O-okay!” Twi went cross-eyed at the idea that she'd finally have a chance at him, let-alone with her crush at the same time. She straddled Flash, lowering herself onto his member, which she guided into her folds, sitting down until she'd taken him completely. She moaned low, contracting around him, hardly able to believe this wasn't a wet dream.

Meanwhile Sunset sat over his face, bent forward to present herself so that he had a close up view of her asshole and pussy, which he filmed in gynecological levels of detail with the phone, using his free hand to spread her pink holes open. He sunk his fingers in experimentally, slathering his digits in her feminine ejaculate. “Wow, you're even wetter and tighter than usual.”

“Flatterer.” She leaned in to Twi and locked lips with her, as the latter began bucking her hips, grinding into him and taking him deep as she could, experimenting with different angles while making sure she could still kiss and caress her crush. They brushed their hands over each other's curves, groping their lover, while he traced his tongue around the ring of Sunset's anus, then traced down, pushing his tongue deep as he could into her vagina and swirling it around to savor her taste and texture.

“I'm close,” he admitted. “You'd better let me pull out, Twi.”

“No! I mean...Sunset shared her pills with me. Let it all out inside of me.” She squeezed her walls down hard on him as she was able, glad she'd practiced with a dildo beforehand for this moment. With a grunt he throbbed inside her, his warm spunk erupting in spurts, painting her love tunnel until it dripped from her snatch and down his length. Once he'd finished she reluctantly withdrew him from her at Sunset's directions, only for the latter to angle her up, going down on her muff and greedily lapping the seed from her hot and slimy cunt. She moaned and gyrated her hips into Sunset's face.

“Hope you have more in you,” said Sunset licking his cum from her lips. “Because I want a ride too.”

“No worries there,” he said zooming ultra-close into her moist pussy which he spread open wide as he could. “I already want to cum inside you, too.”

Once she'd cleaned her they switched positions, Shimmer skillfully directing his cock into her with practiced ease, while Sparkle lowered her nethers to his face, eyes crossing again when he started to spread, finger, and lick her in the same manner. She rode him much faster and harder than Twi, as the pair had already fucked plenty of times. Perspiration lined their frames as she kissed Twi, their hands wandering all over each other. Still keeping him inside her, she turned to mount him reverse-cowgirl style, bending forward. “P-pretend I'm your mare and you're a horny stallion desperate to dominate me, Twi.”

Twilight flushed hard at the idea. “I-I'll try.” She'd done a little research with Sunset's help, who'd sneaked some Equestrian porn magazines into this world, helping Sunset fulfill some masturbation needs. She'd seen how stallions and mares made love in explicit detail. She bit Sunset on the nape of her neck, the way stallions made mares submit to them, and Sunset practically melted with a whimper, Twi squeezing and slapping her breasts roughly a number of times, pulling on her fiery red hair, digging nails into her wide buttocks as she kneaded them hard and spanked her wobbly cheeks into submission with repetitive strikes.

“F-fuck,” he cried, as Sunset drove him deep as possible with a bestial grunt, until he fired more warm streams into her slick pink fissure. She girt her teeth, squeezed-and-squeezed, her body still recalling how as a mare she had complete control over her pussy's movements, and she'd replicated that best as she could as a woman, milking every last salty drop from him.

Sunset pulled his slimy cock from her, offering her snatch to Twi this time, who more clumsily but still enjoyable dug into her. She rested a hand atop Twi's head, helping direct her. “I'm sure not satisfied yet. You two?” They shook their heads. “Good.”

She dug into her drawers, breaking out a strap on, which she slid into place like a thong, having rarely used one of these. He wiped a bit of sweat from his brow. “Uh, is that for me, or...?

She laughed. “Don't worry. Maybe some other time, if you're up for it. You don't mind, do you, Twi?”

Twilight shook her head. “Do whatever you like with me,” she whispered shyly. “Both of you.”

“Those are dangerous words,” teased Sunset who spread Twi's thighs open, driving the fake phallus into her slit, while Flash sidled up under Sparkle, poking and prodding at her asshole as he traced his cockhead about her entrance. A mixture of his semen and their vaginal excretions left it quite lubricated, and he slowly drove his way in, feeling her contract around him.

She curled her limbs around Sunset and dug nails into her back, twisting tongues with her, while they made a sandwich out of the lovable nerd. “Cum with me Twilight,” she practically demanded, reaching down and rubbing at Twi's swollen clit, schlicks sounded and bits of showers splashing over her digits under her rapid strokes. Sunset held back her orgasm until she felt like her womanhood would burst, but thankfully Twi started to quiver as she screamed and squirted, and Shimmer let herself go, following suit as their warm feminine excretions splattered all over each other in almost comical gushers. Seeing them writhe in ecstasy pushed Flash to his absolute limits, and he came too, shooting his thick seed in strands into Twi's virginal back hole.

Afterward Sunset removed the wetted strap on and tossed it aside, she and Twi bending over the bedside, lazily waving and jiggling their asses at him. “It's too bad guys don't have the kind of stamina girls do.”

Twi shook her head. “I don't think most girls have the levels of sheer carnality you do. Must be the mare still in you.”

“You saying I'm a nympho?” Sunset teasingly poked Twi's fatty mounds which shook back into place. “Guilty as charged.” She nodded to Flash, who laid hands on their buttocks, moving his palms about in circular motions, and playfully smacking them, leaving pale pink marks upon the flesh. She took her phone back for a minute, looking through her old private videos. “What's this? Sunny knicked my phone and made an amateur sex tape while we got it on? Why that sneaky little...”

She smiled. It was a nice going-away present. She hoped Twi wouldn't mind, showing her the footage of Sunset getting it on with herself within the dim hotel room, but she seemed intrigued by the idea, like she wished this could have been a foursome. Knowing them they probably wished Equestria's Twilight would join in too, but doubted she'd ever go for that!

Apparently she'd continued to make love with Sunny even after she drifted off to sleep, and the latter was so addled with lust she hadn't even noticed her lack of awareness. She'd pretty much been sleepwalking. Sleep-fucking? Well, at least they'd had lots of fun!

He was nearly spent by this time, jerking himself off while he continued to spank and grope their buns, until he wheezed and spattered their buttcheeks with a small load. He was panting and reddened after, muscles soaked with sweat as he was completely drained. He collapsed atop the bed sheets. She cuddled up to him, and Twi scooted up beside her, Sunset sandwiched between the loves of her life. They drifted off into a peaceful slumber, heaving, and she carefully plucked her diary from her dresser, taking a moment to study her cutie mark on the cover when she cracked it open and picked up her pen.

“Dear Twilight, I've been through quite a bit recently. Sorry I haven't kept in touch. I'll explain later. What I've learned today is that so long as you're still alive, there's always a second chance. More importantly, I...must confess I've entered a romantic relationship with your counterpart here. I hope you don't think that's weird, or that this might alter or friendship in any way. You're two very different people. I think even Flash understands that well now.”

She decided to leave out how she'd invited him into their relationship where they'd most certainly hook up like this many times to come. “Oh, and I met my counterpart here, too. I'll tell you more about her later. You would've really liked her, I think. Love, hugs, and kisses, Sunset Shimmer.” She kissed the page which left a scarlet imprint of her lips upon it.

With a smile she closed the book on her story for today and settled into a peaceful sleep with them.

Adagio had lost count of how many weeks passed before a real opportunity arrived. Secreted in a hidden chamber below one of the Flim-Flam brothers' many flop houses for emergencies whenever they had to cut-and-run, they'd spread her arms and legs wide, tying them with thick ropes to the bedposts. She'd lost track of how many times they'd taken her, sometimes flipping her onto her belly instead, only letting her loose to use a toilet nearby, to bathe her, or force her to exercise.

The worst part was how her body instinctively submitted to their intrusions, the innate submissive nature of sirens how they'd once attracted mates, along with their beautiful songs and dances, until she'd realized the abuses her race suffered when the sisters were practically still babies, and learned to weaponize her talents, controlling others so she'd never be controlled.

She'd moan and grind and writhe into the twins who usually took her at the same time, physically losing herself to unbelievable pleasure even as her mind screamed for her to stop, while a more primal part told her to simply submit forever and enjoy the life of a slave to orgasmic bliss. Give in and she'd never need feel pain or worry again. But that would mean they won.

They'd never been daring enough to stick their cocks in her mouth no matter how much they wanted to. They worried she was faking, even when she dripped and squirted over them, never knowing she'd instinctively service the pain. But they had been foolish enough to clink wine glasses in celebration and drink next to her, having long grown complacent having her completely under their power, and she'd waited until the pair were piss-drunk.. Flim passed out onto the floor.

“Hey,” she murmured to Flam with half-lidded eyes. “Come closer.” He stumbled over to her, wine glass still in one hand, sucking and pulling on her lower lip. When he drew back, saliva still connecting them, she whispered, “You're definitely the more handsome of the two. The mustache is quite dapper. I love the rough way it brushes my face when we kiss.”

He chuckled, cupping one of her breasts with a hiccup. “You do like it rough, huh?”

“Of course. I love it when a big, strong man puts me in my place. It makes me so wet. Hey...” She stared at his hairy muscles. “Could you...let one of my hands free? Just one. I want to caress them. That would turn me on so much.”

He hesitated a moment, then shrugged, setting his glass aside on a small dresser nearby, and slowly undoing the ropes that bound her right wrist. She stretched her hand a bit once it was freed, beckoning him with a finger. “Come closer.” He moved in, and she traced his musculature, pulling on his hairs until he closed his eyes with a low moan. Gotcha.

With a swift motion she'd fantasized about so many times when they abandoned her in the dark, she grabbed the wine bottle, smashed it across his face, and watched him stagger away with a whimper. “You dirty little slut!” He covered his face half-blinded, blood leaking between his fingers. She used the broke edges to free her other arm, and then her legs, ropes sawed away until she was able to hop back onto her feet.

A familiar cockiness almost overtook her, but she fought it back down, knowing another opportunity wasn't likely to ever come. Nor could she stand the idea that stockholm syndrome might set in and reduce her to just another victim like so many of her species for the rest of her life. She'd sooner die than be anyone's slave!

Unlike the violence Aria dished out, she was an expert in pain. She castrated the pair of them. Used an emergency medial kit she found on the wall to patch up the wounds so they wouldn't bleed out, and forced them to watch while she flushed their junk down the toilet, hatefully cackling at them.

Then she locked them down there with the water and food they'd kept nearby for her, and threw away the key, their cries for mercy swallowed in the sound-proofed and hidden chamber. No one would find them for quite a long time. If ever. They'd eventually either dehydrate or starve to death. She made her way to the bathroom.

She stared at herself in the mirror, gorgeous yet somewhat haggard after so many weeks of captivity. For once she allowed herself to break down, choking on sobs that wracked her entire body. She couldn't turn to Aria and Sonata now. She had no one.

She took the plainest clothes she could find in their tacky wardrobe, what petty cash she could carry, and set off with no direction in mind. She'd have to start from scratch. Perhaps she'd have to spend the rest of her life running and hiding like mere vermin. But somehow, she'd survive. Pride wouldn't allow her to simply lie down and die.

Author's Notes:

Another fic finished! This was originally supposed to be a short breather after my last extensive project, but it quickly spiraled out, as I ended up combining ideas from two different fics. (A Suicide Girls inspired piece and a tale about Sunset being manipulated back into her old ways/finding out she may have murdered her counterpart/becoming the fourth siren.)

As a result it started out very sloppy and was schizophrenic at times, but hopefully it picked up over time! Wish I'd built up and foreshadowed stuff much better, of course. Really enjoyed getting to explore some different takes on the characters, such as a wannabe Satanist Sombra or an ultra-edgy Aria. And of course, I always love writing Trixie and Sunset.

Thought it was also nice to reward Sunset (And myself and hopefully the readers) with a nice long sex scene after all the hell I put poor Shimmer through.

Anyhow, thanks to everyone who followed this story, favorited/liked/commented/followed me/etc. Don't like to potentially annoy people by writing on their walls each time but I'm very grateful! Always gives me motivation to continue. Not sure when my next fic will be but hopefully it will be a bit more lighthearted for once?