The raciest pictures of models were apparently reserved for the interior. What the sirens saw inside the office were Flim-and-Flam, apparently the heads of this operation, who were currently getting lapdances from Lavender Lace and Fuschia Blush, while Trixie stood and watched with smug approval as her minions tended to them. The trio were completely naked save for their pointy hats, while the brothers wore their usual striped attire, bow ties, and pants, which had warm stains from release as the pair of women rubbed their asses and crotches all over the hard-ons that threatened to poke out due to their ministrations.

“B-brother...we really should finish up for today,” said Flam between moans.

“Y...yeah...we do have...more clients to see,” replied Flim who was pushed like him to the edge while the witches worked their mundane magic. They hadn't directly asked their models to take it a bit further; simply dropped some hints that particularly 'skilled' models were more likely to rise upwards, which they'd laid on thick with a leer and a wink.

The truth is they'd quickly swindled the former owners out of their business, which they started as a way for women with alternative looks to express themselves freely; now it was simply a way to exploit the models solely for money and physical gratification, as they were coerced to take it further than they were comfortable with and compete with each other.

Aria and Sonata went wide-eyed and started to speak but Adagio covered their mouths. She pulled out her cellphone and started to record the lapdance. By the time the twins realized they were being watched, she'd recorded well over a minute's worth of footage.

“Hey brother. Looks like we lost track of time,” said Flam.

Flim carefully shifted Lavender off him as he stood. Technically the pair hadn't touched their models; they models had acted entirely of their own volition. He adjusted his bow tie. “Put that away, will you? I assure you, it's all perfectly legal. Unethical, maybe, but that's business!”

And there's no business like show business,” noted Trixie with a smirk. “Sometimes you have to bend the rules a little to reach the top! You three should certainly know!”

Adagio pocketed her cellphone for now. “Oh, we understand only too well. It's a harsh world out there and we all have to make a living somehow.” She moved closer to the brothers. “Maybe we can help each other out? We're far superior to those hussies...”

“I don't know what that means but I don't like it,” said Lavender.

Fuschia rapidly nodded. “Yeah, I feel insulted! We don't have to take this!”

“Girls, calm your tits.” Trixie threw on a starry cape with a flourish. “The twins already swore we'd be a shoe-in as their top models for the rest of the year!”

Flim cleared his throat. “Actually, we said we'd consider it, in return for a favor.” He looked the sirens over with a leer. “Looks like you have some fierce competition!”

“What?! How dare you trick the Voluptuous and Ravishable Trixie like that!” She was practically in tears, fists clenched at her hips. “You swore!”

“Didn't write it down, did we?” The twins chuckled heartily. “No contract, no deal. Thanks for the free lapdances. Now shoo! Go on, suckers!” They waved them out of the office.

Trixie stared down the sirens before she and her minions collected their clothes then stormed from the office. They slammed the door behind them, jarring several pictures off-balance, which Flam ran to fix while Flim settled back into his chair with a cocky smirk.

Boys always liked to believe they were in charge. Adagio knew this routine well. And that they always thought with their dicks first. She planted one of her boots on the desk, leaned so close their noses almost touched allowed her prey to soak up her warmth and scent.

That was her true seductive power even now that their amulets were no more. The sisters could whittle down the hearts of everyone that looked there way over time; taking off their clothes would simply expedite the process. And while the magic was gone they still had their beautiful voices, the troika united in harmony as they closed their eyes and sang.

The twins were captivated. Trixie and her sidekicks suddenly seemed rather crude by comparison; they lacked the refinement these three had developed over time. But the sisters took it to the next level, and started their striptease, bodies synchronized as they twisted about, like snakes that danced before a charmer's flute. Their costumes were slowly and sensually removed, one item at a time, until they completely denuded themselves.

Seduction was an art. Girls who had barely reached womanhood could never understand. But the sirens had nearly caused Equestria's collapse as wars were waged to capture their untamed beauty. The trio had laughed as so much blood was shed in their names out of desperation to win their favor. They had simply reveled in the chaos they sowed.

So entranced were the pair that they took little notice when Aria and Sonata took their hands respectively, wrapped them about pens, and set them to pages as they wrote something out. “Liking the show,” teased Adagio who draped herself over the pair and cupped her hands about their chins. They nodded in unison, dumb-founded. “Good. Because unlike those last three I always made certain my contracts are signed, sealed, and approved! Girls?”

“Got 'em. Both their names on the dotted line,” boasted Aria.

“On every last page to be sure,” added Sonata who was similarly pleased. In a rare moment of open camaraderie the two sisters shared a devious smile.

“Uh...I don't follow,” said Flim who wiped a sweaty brow.

“Me either,” said Flam. “What are you-”

But before the brothers could study the contract they'd been directed to write out Adagio snatched it away and dangled it just out of their reach. “Oh, nothing much. You two simply agreed to offer us ownership of your operation as its representatives.”

“Impossible. You think this will hold up in court?”

“It had better. Otherwise we'll have to air out all your dirty secrets.” The Dazzlings collected all the dirt on everyone they could in their spare time in case it could benefit them later. They had formed a little secret network with bribes, coercion, and blackmail, secrets passed between their prey in order to protect their own skin. “Take a look at these.”

She whipped her cellphone back out from her discarded costume, fished around through a series of names from all over the city, then pulled up all the data for Flim-and-Flam. “There. More than we'd ever need to ruin you several times over. And they won't simply run you out of town by the time this list of crimes is finished. You'll probably be imprisoned for life!”

The twins looked at each other and swallowed. “But we can't simply turn over our company!”

“Not to worry. You'll still reap most of the profits and we'll even let you have your...private fun with the more gullible models. We simply want to run this operation for personal reasons. Actually, it will even benefit you. With our connections we'll collect newcomers much faster than you could ever hope to. It's a win-win.” Her sisters rapidly nodded.

“Hmm...it does seem to favor us all brother,” said Flim who carefully studied the contract.

“Why not? It's a bore to do all the work ourselves anyhow,” admitted Flam since the brothers could already foresee all the possibilities this opened up. “Besides, we can respect another skilled huckster. United, we'll make the Equestrian Suicidal Girls better than ever!”

Of course Adagio would simply use them until they outlived their usefulness. Not that she'd lied about their deal; they simply weren't privy to her endgame. They were easier to convince than she'd feared, but an excess of money and pussy made a man blind, she supposed.

She'd already started to work on her latest pet. But maybe it was time to take it to the next level. They were both confident, ambitious, and impossibly beautiful. Yes, she'd do nicely. A worthy peer unlike Aria, who was simply a snarky bruiser, or Sonata the slutty airhead. Her sisters needed constant direction. Not at all like the woman she wanted by her side.

In order to become more comfortable with her body, Fluttershy decided to do some nude yoga with Tree Hugger and Rarity, the trio tucked away in a private shack owned by the hippie. A yellow peace symbol was scrawled on one of the walls (With what she assured were environmentally safe paints), bongs and incense were laid out on a table, and a bead curtain served as the doorway which allowed a soft breeze in. Thankfully it was a private area, thus it was unlikely that anyone would so much as wander into the countryside, let-alone stumbled on them in the buff.

Propped up on a small table was a television and DVD player. Once Tree Hugger hit play Sour Sweet came onto the screen, laid out some basic verbal instructions, and stripped away a leotard. The viewers did the same, and followed their instructor's lead, relaxing as they settled into a subdued routine meant to build their bodies and calm their nerves.

They lifted up their legs and placed them behind their heads, holding the pose in silence for an entire minute. Fluttershy broke the silence. “Um, Rarity? Is it only me or has Sunset been acting a little...off, lately? I mean, I don't want to talk behind her back, but it's, I mean-”

They moved onto the next exercise, Rarity lost in contemplation, as the trio lowered themselves to the mats, until they'd completely done the side splits. “Perhaps a tad. She has seemed...pushier and more temperamental lately. But it's likely nerves from all the stress she's under. Just don't let her pressure you into anything you're uncomfortable with.”

Tree Hugger hesitated to butt in but wanted to support her friend's choices. “Yeah babe, that wouldn't be cool. There still time to back out if you're having second thoughts. I could always take your place, you know? Sure, we'll be down one model, and I could never replace the cutest chick in town, but that's better than making a dumb mistake, isn't it?”

“Y-yeah. It's only...it's like she was unusually persuasive. Like...it was almost impossible to say no. It's like she put me under a spell. It reminded me of...”

Rarity cocked a curious eyebrow. “Of...?”

“N-nevermind.” She told herself it was a silly superstition. Sunset had simply acted rashly. That's all. She'd probably make amends later. They laid on their backs, raised their feet skywards, then parted them like pairs of opened scissors, eyes closed as they tried to relax.

There's no way Sunset could manipulate their minds and emotions, was there? The idea was preposterous. Certainly their Geodes offered them super powers, and their friend was empathic by nature, but how could she possibly do that? Magic of that sort hadn't been seen since the siren's had their amulets smashed.

She tried to shake away troubled thoughts, and did her best to settle into a deep meditation like her friends, who synchronized their movements. They were a team. Whatever the case may be, she wouldn't let them all down now.

It had to be a trap. Why else would they invite her out to some remote place by herself? But for whatever reason Sunset Shimmer felt compelled to follow the instructions the sirens had somehow slipped into her locker. She headed to the remote meadow marked on the note, dressed in her blue outfit, shivering as the winds whipped about her. It was downcast and thunder crackled in the distance. Wild fantasies that they would corner, murder, and bury her here ran through her head, but she shook them away. That wasn't their style, was it?

“Maybe I should've taken an umbrella.” She spotted the sisters collected on a hill and cautiously approached. Were she forced to throw down, she could probably take Sonata, and maybe even Adagio, but Aria was rumored to be quite a vicious bruiser, and supposedly liked to carry knives and a knuckle-duster on her. “So, I'm here. What do you want?”

“We simply wanted to share a story with you,” cooed Adagio. “About a lone ambitious mare that wanted to be Celestia's equal. Unfortunately, her teacher couldn't understand, and so she replaced her with a yes-pony that was happy to do whatever she asked in return for praise.”

“I don't have time for this crap.” Sunset started to stalk away only for the other two sisters to block her path. “Get the hell out of the way, or so help me, I'll-”

Aria instantly drew a switchblade from her pocket she flicked open. “Stay a while and listen.”

Sonata swayed with a pouty smile. “You won't want to miss it, I promise!”

“Whatever. Just hurry it up.” They didn't particularly scare her even now. Even so she wasn't about to let anyone simply insult her teacher, herself, and especially her closest friends.

Adagio draped herself upon Sunset's back, wrapping her arms about her midsection, so close she was forced to soak in her warmth and perfume. “Like I was saying, Twilight Sparkle stole your destiny. Oh, I'm sure she didn't intend to, just like she took your hand-me-downs once Flash Sentry entered the picture. You were meant to be an Element of Harmony. 'Magic'. Unfortunately, Celestia couldn't bear the idea that you would eventually surpass her.”

“That doesn't sound likely,” replied Sunset who felt her hot breath whisper in her ear.

“Why not? Celestia feared us sirens, too. Jealousy drove her to make certain we were hunted down, lest we threaten her rule. You see, you're like us. Too ambitious for the common dreck to ever understand. You know what happened when your friends awakened their power? They violated you, mind, body, and soul. Spit back out a cowed little wench that would be forced to forever depend on them for support. But the real Sunset is far too strong for that. She's proudly been clawing her way back to the surface over time!”

“This is ridiculous,” said Sunset who nevertheless considered her words. She froze up when a painted fingernail traced over her navel, between her ample breasts, and shuddered momentarily, unable to deny how pleasant her touch felt.

Aria looked her over with a nod. “Even the new outfit is off. They buried the real you, the bad bitch that wouldn't take any crap, and replaced her with a saccharine nobody.”

“At least you kept the fuck-me boots,” noted Sonata who beamed wide.

“Not to mention the coat,” said Aria with a smirk. “Shades of the real you!”

Sunset stomped a black boot. “This is the real me!”

I'm afraid not,” their leader said, hands clasped tenderly about Sunset's midsection. “Your friends tamed you. Demoted you from bad bitch to an extra. Secretly, some subconscious part of you resents them, doesn't it? They declawed you. And a cat without claws is merely a pussy.” She planted a tender kiss on Sunset's neck.

Sunset pulled away from her. “Screw you. You don't know shit about me or what I've endured!” She was so confused. “What the hell do you really want from me?”

“To prove who you really are,” snarled Aria. “You know who's buried here?”

“Who?” Sunset suddenly paled and stared at the serene hill. She could hear thunder crackle in the distance. This somehow seemed way too familiar.

“You know her really well,” said Sonata with a titter. “Well, sort of!” She knelt down and patted the hilltop. “Remember when you first arrived in this world?”

“What about it,” said Sunset who lowered her voice to a strained whisper.

“You needed some way to enroll in school and seek out your prize. Why bother to work your way up when you could simply take it? Much faster,” mused Adagio who laid it on thickly. “So you found your counterpart and-”

“No! I-I only knocked her out...” Memories she'd buried resurfaced. A quick blow from behind. Stolen paperwork, some petty cash, and even the clothes off the back of her double who laid unconscious with a trickle of blood on her head at her feet. She hadn't bothered to keep track of what happened to her after that. It hadn't seemed important. “She, I-I heard she moved away shortly after-”

“Don't be naïve. That was a cover story,” said Aria with a sneer. “Think about what would happen around here if news of a teen's murder spread? There would be widespread panic! You're a stone-cold killer. Way more badass than even I am yet!”

Sunset was shaking violently by now. It couldn't be true, could it? She wasn't a murderer! She'd done some bad stuff, but she knew where to draw the line! But she pictured the way she'd sneaked up, clobbered her poor twin in the back of her skull on her way home with a baseball bat she'd found in the trash, and upchucked her lunch.

She'd barely used any force! Just what was necessary to knock her out cold for a short time! At worst it should've been a mild concussion she'd eventually walk off! She sunk to her knees, closed both hands over her ears, and started to sob.

Aria hovered over her. “Think your so-called friends will still accept you when they learn you're a murderer? They'll all abandon you once they know the truth!”

“No...they wouldn't,” choked out Sunset who wiped her runny nose on a sleeve. It had started to drizzle as the sisters stood over her. Lightning flashed and crackled as if in response to her inner turmoil. But she couldn't simply deny the facts.

Adagio wrapped both arms about her. “Their love is conditional. Not like ours. We'll always take you back no matter how many times you turn away. We want you to be our honorary sister, too.” Gently she planted a kiss on her temple. “We can offer you the love and acceptance you really crave. And unlike them we welcome your ambition!”

“You can be the fourth siren,” offered Sonata. “Isn't that wonderful?”

“This isn't your soft feminine Equestria. It's a man's world out there,” said Aria who punched a balled-up fist into her palm. “Guys don't see a woman with a personality and dreams of her own. All they see is a bunch of warm holes ready to be filled! It's a fuck-or-be-fucked world out there! Question is, will you be a fucker or fuckee?”

“Join us, sister. Embrace your inner bitch,” said their leader who offered a warm hand to the tear-stricken woman. “And united we'll finally make this world our bitch!”

For a moment Sunset started to reach back. Were she really a murderer there was no way to ever turn from her path. No way she could take it back no matter how much she wanted absolution. But who'd hidden the body and covered it all up? The authorities? Then why was she free to run around unimpeded? Surely it must have seemed odd to find a corpse that doubled as her, even if it was found rotted? It only raised even more questions.

She batted the hand away with a shrill scream, pushed a surprised Aria and Sonata aside, and covered her face once she ran into the storm, nearly tripping as she dashed blindly into nowhere in particular. Darkness surrounded her only to momentarily be lit up whenever there was the occasional flash of lightning overhead.

Yet no matter where Sunset ran she could never hope to escape herself.

Author's Notes:

Well, this turned much darker than originally intended!