Author's Notes:

Technically not non-consensual sex, but a warning anyhow since it rides the line close.

Tucked away in the shadier parts of town was a store called The Shadow Dimensions. Even the exterior was intimidating, a black-and-red castle-like enclosure, lined in stone gargoyles with knockers shaped in a demonic visage. It was an equally impressive and pretentious sight. Adagio had come here a number of nights but this was the first time she took her sisters with her. The doors creaked open under their combined push as they made their way into the expansive shop.

Wherever one looked the shelves were lined with all manner of baubles, from twisted masks, skulls, and costumes from all over the world, any number of items meant to be used in magical rituals, and shelves lined with books, the closest ones what any novice would except such as a fake version of the Necronomicon and tomes on how to summon demons, while further inward laid the more questionable stuff, such as copies of the Marquis DeSade's works and other often banned items.

There was a casket to one side and a full skeleton draped atop it. Glass cases were packed with more trinkets to be used in divination. Not that they believed in any of this nonsense; only Equestrian magic interested them.

“I don't like this place,” admitted Sonata who peeled old heart-shaped stickers off her notepad and peppered a few about the dim-lit interior to lighten its mood a bit. “It's kind of...too evil, don't you think?”

“It's pretty bad ass,” said Aria who nodded in approval. She stopped by a corner where there were all kinds of sex toys and novelties, picked up a huge horse-shaped dildo, and swung it around like she was smacking someone with it. “Horsecock to the face, bitch!” She slapped its length across the face of a mannequin dressed in bondage gear that left all her goodies exposed.

“Girls, please. Have your fun for a bit but we have business to take care of,” reminded Adagio. This store had been visited by the vice squad a number of times, forced to pay fines and move locations since the outraged citizens chased it out, but the owner had simply packed up and started over whenever necessary, avoiding jail-time since while he walked the borderline technically nothing he'd done was actually illegal. He'd proclaimed himself an incarnation of the Devil and the most evil man in the world.

After her sisters were done looking around she led them to the back where the owner was expecting them. Occult symbols were drawn all over the door to his office which she pushed open. What they saw was a naked man with dark skin and even darker curls that fell around his well-toned shoulders, his eyes a burning red, and wavy sideburns running down highly-chiseled cheeks. He smiled at the sisters, his hands guiding the heads of the two nude women prostrated before him.

The first was a pink-skinned woman with her hair tied by star-shaped bands in even brighter reddish pigtails. She looked like a raver chick that had wandered out of an underground club, her perky breasts pierced by circular nipple rings, and likewise her clit, with a tramp stamp written in a fanciful manner that said ANAL SLUT. A heart-shaped tattoo lined one of her cheeks. A number of glow necklaces were wrapped around her throat, as was a pacifier for whenever her teeth started to chatter from the drugs she was constantly taking to keep her in a state of perpetual ecstasy.

The second was a rather gothic woman with dark hair highlighted in gray stripes, tied into a pair of twin braids that fell down her shoulders, the lids of her usually half-closed eyes heavy with makeup. She lined parts of her shapely body in spiderweb tattoos that laced around her breasts, stomach, back, and buttocks, addicted to the way they made her feel.

Something clicked in Sonata's head. “Hey! You're the girl from the Equestrian Suicidal Girls logo!”

The shop owner nodded with a smirk as he directed their bobbing heads up-and-down his saliva-drenched shaft. “Almost...finished,” he mused, intentionally drawing out the moment, forcing his guests to watch hum exert his power. He grimaced, pulling them back by their hair which he seized, and they opened their mouths wide as he emptied his balls all over their faces and onto their tongues with a gurgle. Jets of cum erupted all over them as he aimed his cock about.

Sonata winced in unwanted sympathy pangs and Aria made a disgusted face to see these two whores lower themselves like this. Adagio however nodded in approval with a sultry smile; at least he knew how to show his dominance. Of course he was probably more compensating for his average-sized penis. Flim-and-Flam suddenly didn't seem so sleazy by comparison.

“Good little sluts. Don't forget to swallow.” His wenches took a moment to trade mouthfuls of his spunk between them, gurgling his seed until it bubbled for a while before they swallowed. They stood and scooped up their clothes, and he swatted them simultaneously on their asses to send them from the room. “Now dear Dazzlings...what may I do for you?”

Adagio folded her arms. “Sombra, we-”

“That's God-Emperor Sombra. I've trained Pacific Glow and Inky Rose well. With enough drugs and money any woman will whore herself out. It's their nature to serve. To relish in their domination. They want a stud to put them in their place.”

She listened to his little misogynistic little screed without complaint, seeing Sonata looking on horrified with objections on the tip of her tongue from the corner of her eye, and worse Aria fuming like she was about to whip out a razorblade to cut off all his junk and feed it to him, but she simply strolled forward with a nod. “Maybe so. But you know we're no ordinary women. These are just fleshy disguises.” She visited one of his humbler shops when he'd first opened many years before, and secretly formed a partnership with him then, figuring a time would come when this alliance finally paid off.

She honestly didn't give a damn about his personal beliefs. Only how useful he could be. It was risky to travel into the mirror that separated worlds since it was kept under constant heavy guard, but he'd managed to have a contact of Celestia's Royal Guard on the other side grant him short entry anyhow, the traitor providing him with a few magical trinkets in return for a steady supply of pussy from his whores. In return for some of these items she'd made a deal behind her sisters' backs.

“Perhaps. But tonight you three will be nothing more than my slutty little playthings.” He leered wickedly.

Aria hissed. “What the fuck, Adagio? No way am I fucking this absolute piece-of-shit!”

“Me either,” balked Sonata who stood knock-kneed. “I need a guy who at least respects me a little bit!”

“Tch. Like that would ever happen,” muttered Aria. “The point is I'd sooner fuck a horse.”

Sombra cackled, intrigued by the idea. “That could be arranged...”

Adagio grabbed her siblings by their hair and pulled them close. “Oh, they'll do it. We're all going to do whatever is in our power to please you tonight.” Not that she trusted him, but strangely, this self-proclaimed evilest man seemed to see his words as a bond and always kept his promises.

He was obviously in love with his own edgey, tryhard theatrics, not to mention the sound of his own voice. What mattered was the stolen magical goods he provided that would figure into their plans. She'd soon have Sunset wrapped around her finger.

She preferred to tease and take control, didn't like lowering herself to someone's wench anymore than they did, but she reminded herself it was simply flesh, and they'd move past this soon enough. Maybe it wouldn't even be unpleasant? They were certainly skilled enough to please each other. They could easily do all the work if he didn't prove capable.

The Dazzlings took up their positions, Adagio at their center with her sisters a short distance behind, and they raised their harms, starting to shimmy snake-like in unison. “Yes, yes. I do love theatrics, but I'd prefer if you three cut to the chase. My whores have already worked me up and I'd rather slake my thirst quickly.” In answer they started to disrobe as one.

They swayed their hips, slowly swung their breasts about in a synchronized manner despite their various sizes and shapes, eyes locked with his. He leered and curled a black lock around one finger. “I always wanted to fuck a bunch of sisters,” he mused and Sonata and Aria proved unable to hide small grimaces of distaste. He first looked to Sonata who reflexively turned away. But when he stared at Aria her lip curled a bit in distaste. “Yes. You're the one.” He beckoned her forward.

“Me?!” Aria was used to being the least popular among her siblings. She often resented her unpopularity and compensated with violence and vulgarity as a result to prove how badass she was. But for once she wished to be at the bottom. Not literally of course, as she feared she soon would be. She hesitantly strode forward until she was right up in his face. “Adagio-”

“Do it,” their leader commanded without a trace of sympathy.

“The resistant ones are always the best. I love to break them down until they beg to spend another night as my plaything. And look! This ride even comes with built-in handlebars!” He seized both of her pigtails, brutally dragging her down.

“What the fuck mmmmph?!” She cried out while he forced his cock down her throat. It was surprisingly longer and thicker than it first appeared once it filled her mouth, tears in the corners of her eyes once a salty preview of what was to come painted her tongue. She stared hatefully at him, her entire face flushed, as he continued to yank her pigtails, repeatedly thrusting hard into her.

Suddenly he grunted and buried himself balls deep inside her. Her eyes widened out how quickly he erupted, crossing as the explosive flow filled her cheeks until they puffed up, only to burst out of her nostrils. She beat on his thigh for mercy.

He finally released her and she yanked her head back, huffing with a mouthful of spunk and curly pubic hair, tears running down her face as a string of saliva mixed with semen still connected her lips to his veiny dick. He slapped her cheeks a couple times with his meaty member, and she simply took it without complaint, a warm stain left on her skin.

Adagio watched in apparent indifference. In contrast Sonata's lower lip trembled, on the verge of tears herself, despite how shitty Aria usually treated her. “Gargle it.” With only a moment to compose herself, Aria opened her maw wide, sloshing the hot spunk which stuck from the roof of her mouth to her tongue. She slurped and rolled the thick wad about until it bubbled, and after a couple minutes of this when he nodded once, she swallowed the salty splooge down and tried not to cringe.

“Good whore.” He patted her head in a condescending manner, jerked her back to her feet by tufts of her hair, and spun her so that her lithe backside faced him. He took only a couple moments to appreciate it before he wrapped both hands around her slender hips, lifted her onto his lap, and impaled her upon his still erect manhood. She silently wept as he dragged her up-and-down his thickness, reduced to nothing more than a fuck puppet before her watching sisters.

Thankfully he didn't last long. He pulled her down one last time to the hilt, his face twisting, as he emptied himself inside of her. She simply went limp in his arms until his warmth no longer filled her. Once he released her she awkwardly stumbled back to her feet, cum dripping from her snatch and down her loins. Sonata offered an arm for support but she pridefully slapped it away.

“Maybe I'll do you two some other time,” he mused with satisfaction. “But consider us even for the moment.”

Aria was so desperate to break away from him she forgot to reclaim her clothes. Luckily other than his whores the shop was currently empty. She balled up her fists and suppressed an urge to break every bit of merchandise she saw. “Motherfucker! I should kill him!” She wiped salty tears on the back of her arm and tried to regain her usual composure. She looked at some torture devices on display, including an iron maiden, and thought about locking that smug asshole into one of them.

Sonata timidly approached with her clothes bundled in her arms. Here, I brought these for you.” She snatched them up and hastily redressed. “Sorry about what happened. Even a total bitch like you doesn't deserve that!”

For a moment Aria was quiet. “Th-thank...whatever. It was no big deal.”

Adagio approached with a hand on one hip. “Consider it taking one for the team. Sure, he's scum, but he's also useful to us. Without him I might not have been able to pull all this off. Who knows? Maybe he'll be your slave someday!” She squeezed Aria's thin shoulders, feeling her stiffen at her touch. “Hey, relax.just lie back and think of Equestria, right? It's over.”

“You too, huh?” The perpetually sleep-eyed Inky Rose overheard them and wandered over, like her partner not having bothered to redress, since it was after-hours and customers rarely came by. “Yeah, he likes to feel important.” She spoke in a somewhat slow and monotone drawl. “However, don't most men like to feel as if they're in control?”

Sonata shook her head. “How can you two let him treat you like that all the time?!”

Inky Rose shrugged. “He took us in when no one else would. We use each other. After the Equestrian Suicidal Girls was claimed by new management, we were kicked out, probably because they were afraid we'd be loyal to our former employers.”

She nodded to her partner who was seated on a stool, touching up her makeup while sucking on a pacifier. “The truth is Pacific Glow's brain is so fried from years of constant drug use she'd have trouble holding down a normal job. When I found her she was just a raver chick dancing her nights away. Turns out, she'd run away from an abusive family.”

“Such a sad story,” said Adagio with forced emphasis. “You know, maybe I could talk the current manages into taking you two back? We have quite a bit of pull there, actually.” She didn't want to openly share how much but figured maybe they could prove useful. At the least they'd pull in some extra money. She traced her cheek. “Talk it over with your friend, at least.”

Inky Rose studied her. “I'll think about it. We could always use some extra cash on the side.”

“Think carefully. Opportunities like this don't come often, believe me.” She led her siblings out of the shop, and still quietly fuming from tonight's events, Aria sought them out a junker car. She took a moment to make certain no one was nearby before she kicked the window in with a satisfying crash and set to work hot-wiring it. Waving her sisters in, the punk took the wheel, driving like a madwoman down the mostly empty streets until they finally made their way back to the central office.

They pretty much lived here now. Flim-and-Flam usually retired elsewhere past ten PM, but it seemed like Moondancer rarely left, sleeping on a couch in the main foyer. “Poor little lost child,” mused Adagio who stroked the sleeping woman's silky tresses. “Probably can't afford rent on your tight budget, huh? Maybe we could help with that.”

Moondancer half-heard her as she sleepily stirred. “H-huh? Oh, it's you.” She'd been informed the Dazzlings were free to come-and-go as they pleased and were pretty much her bosses now too. She snapped to a seated position. “Just lost track of time. I'll close up the office and head home.” She started to rise when their leader took her hand.

“Come with us. Girls? Let's give her the full treatment.” They nodded and the troika led her up the stairs, to the room filled with props and a full-length mirror. They stood her before it and surrounded her. “You're quite lovely, you know that?”

Moondancer stared at her reflection. She'd tried to make herself up a bit in order to get this job, and made herself up a little whenever she thought customers would come by, but otherwise she didn't bother much with her appearance. “Me? You have to be joking, next to a bunch of stunners like you. I'm average, at best. Just some dork who's trying to make a decent living.”

“Just try letting your hair down,” said Aria who undid their prey's hairband and let her messy locks spill free.

“Some guys like the adorkable look. I think you're cute, too.” Adagio carefully removed her glasses. “But we could always give you a makeover if you want? Every last boy in town will want to jump your bones by the time we're finished.”

“I'm...not sure I'd like that. I prefer to be alone.” She froze up when the trio tenderly planted their hands on her rather average but well-shaped frame, slowly lifted up her black sweater which exposed her midriff. “W-wait.” But they raised her thin arms, drew the clothing all the way up which left her plain white bra exposed, and removed the offensive piece of clothing. She stood there awkwardly and smoothed down a matching skirt which came to her knees.

However they refused to relent, denuding her piece-by-piece, until she stood fully naked. She flushed in embarrassment, having not bothered to shave her body for days, let alone a full bush she never trimmed. “There are guys that are into that, you know. But we could also trim those hairs if you like.” She shivered with unwanted pleasure as they ran their hands over her curves. She wasn't even into girls, but somehow these three seemed absolutely irresistible once they laid on their charms.

Sonata beamed. “When you first came here you were selling your used panties for petty cash, right?”

She flushed brighter. “Flim-and-Flam told you that?! I-I was out of work and needed to make rent that month! It's not like I wanted to!” She nearly hyperventilated and slowed her breathing. “O-okay. I'll try it, at least.”

“Good. We're counting on you,” said Aria.

It was slowly coming together. The day of the contest slowly crept ever closer. Adagio continued to put her pieces into play, sowing discord with her loved ones, throwing their favored pawn increasingly off-balance. Bu someday she would be a Queen like them. A power behind-the-throne until they took their rightful place as the ruler of two divided parallel realities.

By the time Sunset Shimmer was back to her old superior self, she would ascend with her new sisters as the fourth siren.