Gloom suffused the morgue, broken solely by a dim light overhead. Shadows crawled along the chilly interior. A lone figure entered, boots echoing with each step as they came before a slab, which they rolled out. A nubile figure was visible under the blanket, which was unceremoniously tossed aside, revealing the nude corpse of Aria Blaze underneath. A bullet hole pierced her midsection. She was still pretty fresh from the crime scene, dried blood still saturating her slender curves.

With enough money one could get away with almost anything. Payouts were made and the body was the stranger's to do whatever they wished with. Garbed in black, they bent over the dead siren, sunk their fangs into the cool flesh of her throat, and with a slurp allowed the hollows of their fangs to fill her with their blood. She spasmed and gasped as her eyes snapped wide open. “W-what the hell?” She sleepily sat up, her last memory of lifting a fire axe above her before a cop blew her away.

“You'll do nicely,” the stranger said in a raspy voice.

Goosebumps dotted her skin as she shivered. Red stained her curly pubic hairs. “W-who the fuck are you?”

“Your new master. Welcome back to the world of the living, Aria Blaze. Well, in a sense. You won't be able to survive without fresh blood.” They produced a pouch filled with it meant to be used in transfusions at the hospital, and her stomach growled at the sight. They handed it over and she beset it like a wild animal, puncturing it with fangs that popped from her teeth. A crimson mess rolled onto her tongue like delicious honey, dripping messily down her chin and falling onto her small but perky tits.

She suckled at the plastic bag until it was drained. Stretching her well-toned but lithe arms and legs, she felt renewed warmth and vigor fill them, reborn stronger than ever. Most curious of all, once she'd consumed the liquids her wound closed up. She hopped up and stretched, nipples erect and pointy from the cold, feeling like a beast of prey that needed to hunt.

“In time,” they said seeming to read her mind. “No need to draw undue attention to ourselves.”

“My sisters are out there. Sonata shouldn't be hard to turn...if I can get my hands on her. And as for Adagio...I still have a score to settle with her. Flim and Flam might have punished her like I instructed, but that'll hardly make up for the hell she's put me through over a lifetime!” She clenched her fists, recalling all the psychological abuses. “I want that bitch's blood!”

“In time. First, we must track her down. Adagio's on the run, but I have a lead on where she might be. Sonata will likely have to wait. She's currently in prison, but is let out on probation for limited amounts of time. That shall be our window.”

She hated following orders. It was only a dependency on Adagio that her older sister had intentionally foisted upon her which drove Aria to reluctantly obey her. However, she'd always been a mad dog on a short chain, lashing out her rage at a world she felt had failed her. “Look, I'd thank you for saving me, but you obviously didn't do it out of the kindness of your heart.”

“Indeed. But as your master you will feel a compulsion to obey me, whether you like it or not. Kneel.” Her body seemed to move on its own, as she lowered herself to her knees, which rested on the cool floor. “Pledge yourself to your master.”

“Y-yes...master.” She practically spit the words with venom, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She wanted to strike this mysterious figure down, their identity hidden by a black coat, hat, and shadows, but her muscles refused to obey. She tried to curse but the words were lost in her throat. She'd have to bide her time...for now. But how could she fight someone who could not only anticipate her thoughts but manipulate her every move? Even her hated older sister rarely made her feel so helpless!

“Rise.” She did as commanded. “Good. Your time will come. For now, be a good servant and obey.” They turned to walk from the morgue, and she followed, not bothering to cover her nude, blood-stained physique. The pair exited out into a dark alley, the night quiet and broken up by a pale moon and twinkling stars. “First, a little test my pet...”

Making her nightly trip to the local strip club, Pinkie Pie raced to see her favorite dancer once she flashed her identification at the bouncer. Sexually-charged music boomed so loud overhead it shook the walls. Colorful lights flashed in strobes which silhouetted the bared curves of strippers. She plopped her butt down on a seat before a pole and beamed wide.

Gyrating before her was Pacific Glow, who could almost be her twin in some respects. Her hair was pulled into twin pigtails held by star-shaped baubles, bangles and anklets that glowed in the dark jangled on her, and a pacifier hung from her neck and fell between her rather heavy breasts. “Hey, Pinkie! Always good to see you! Want a lap dance?”

“You know it!” She slapped down a wad of cash. Not that Glow wasn't above giving a friend a freebie, but she always insisted on tipping her well. And unlike the guys that attended these joints she had a lot more freedom to let her hands wander freely! Pacific straddled her with that voluptuous body, wrapping both arms around Pie as she bounced atop her with a giggle.

Like always Pie went commando when she came her so that their bare crotches practically touched. She'd often let Glow work her up until she was soaking wet, then took her back home once her shift was over for some fun! Pacific turned to put her wide ass to work, the words ANAL SLUT tattooed above her buttcheeks from when she'd served under Sombra. With his loss in a fire Aria had set to his shop, The Shadow Dimensions, she'd been forced to rely on Inky Rose to look after her ever since.

The raveslut bent forward, and Pinkie repeatedly smacked her asscheeks like they were bongo drums, watching the soft flesh ripple under each blow. Pretty soon she'd left a couple of red palm prints upon each spanked cheek. She whistled, staring at her cute pink asshole and glistening pussy. “Man, do I ever want to fuck you so badly!” They shared a titter at the idea.

“Maybe later! Gotta stop by and see Inky Rose tonight! Sorry, didn't mean to work you up and let you down!” She wiggled her rump which Pie continued to grope and knead, desperately wishing she could slip some fingers in without getting kicked out. Of course, maybe she could pay extra and have some private time in one of the back rooms?

Pinkie downed a few drinks while the hours wore on, preferring the sweet stuff which tickled her tongue. She checked out a few of the other strippers, who certainly weren't bad looking, but most failed to capture her interest. Pretty soon she'd drank a little too much, burping as the club swirled around her, and she laid her head upon the bar, slobbering with a smile as she passed out.

It was getting late, and Pacific Glow redressed in her usual scanty attire, this time a tube top, booty shorts, and tennis shoes. She slung a purse by the strap over one shoulder, shaking her friend. “Hey, Pinkie! You wanna walk me home?” All she got in return was a snore as drool dripped from Pie's mouth on the counter. “Silly girl, you're worse than me!”

She spotted Rainbow Dash hanging around another pair of strippers, twins named Flitter and Cloudchaser, who were busy play-fighting over another pole, running their nude bodies over it. With a shrug she made her way towards the exit, certain Pinkie and Dash would made their way home hand-in-hand at closing time as usual. Not that the pair were steady lovers, but they'd been known to fool around on the sly, swapping tales about all the sexy pickups they'd had a one-night stand with!

Neon signs flashed behind Pacific when she stepped out onto the barren streets. She shivered a tad, a sudden chill running up her spine, and she decided it best to hurry home and meet up with Inky Rose. They'd crashed at Sunset Shimmer's place for sometime, but the girl refused their offer to pay their way with their bodies. Instead they paid by helping around the house a little, Sunset assuring them they could stay indefinitely if needed, but Inky's pride wouldn't allow it. Besides, between them they now had more than enough money to rent an apartment of their own. “Hold on Inky, baby, be there soon!”

The breeze tickled her half-naked flesh. She tried to keep to the streetlights, rather than the shadows, which seemed to stretch further by the moment. For a moment she considered ducking down an alley to take a shortcut home, but while she'd openly admit she wasn't the brightest, she could tell that would potentially be a terrible idea. Better not take chances!

However, the huntress moved swifter than a normal woman, even a particularly athletic one, and knocked her on her butt with a running clothesline. She screamed more out of surprise than anything, her heart racing. Eyes that turned crimson pierced the darkness. Aria stood completely naked with dried blood still caking her. “Nice outfit, turboslut. I'll be taking it.”

She practically ripped the top off Glow, who froze as she threatened to empty her bladder and bowels before the beautiful but monstrous creature before her, a hiss escaping her lips and exposing sharp fangs. Next she dragged the shorts off her, leaving her bare save for the purse and hair decorations in her twintails. “”A-Aria?! Y-you're supposed to be...be...”

“Dead? I got better.” She checked the clothes which were far too big for her, shrugged and tossed them aside for later, then pressed atop her prey. It all seemed to come naturally to her. She sunk her fangs into Glow's breast. The raveslut was immediately paralyzed by the bite, wide eyes closing in a sultry manner. A low moan escaped her pouty lips as trickles of red dripped from a heavy udder. She suckled in an animalistic manner, lips closing around the wide nipple as she slurped.

She didn't want to kill her, and she certainly didn't want to turn her into a potential rival, either. No, she'd make the poor fool her slave. An addict for the blood she'd provide. A lackey that could serve and please her every whim. It's probably the best a stupid cow like this could ever hope for, anyhow! But she was just a tender snack. She couldn't wait to get a hold of Sonata, and especially Adagio, who'd always let her down.

She dropped her unconscious victim like she was little more than raw meat and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Good shit! But she wanted more. Hell, maybe someday she'd even get a shot at Sunset Shimmer...

Author's Notes:

Anything you'd like to see in this story? Feel free to leave suggestions, I may work them in so long as they make sense!