Pretty soon the group met back up at Twilight's house, where her experiments with Moondancer and Sombra were underway, a machine cobbled together between them which could harness and channel magical forces. Unfortunately they still lacked a proper source to draw from. A dark mood fell over the room once news of Shining Armor's death was made known.

Sunset opened her diary emblazoned with her cutie mark, ready to write another entry in her diary to the other world's Twilight Sparkle, convinced that they could no longer do this on their own. “Maybe the Princess could send something our way?”

“Yes...she wouldn't have failed Shining Armor,” mumbled Twilight to herself. She paced her lab with her head down.

“You weren't there,” reminded Moondancer. “What could you have done? Besides, it's not like you could constantly watch him. We're living in crazy times.” She wouldn't have ever believed in vampires if she hadn't seen them herself.

Rainbow Dash leaned on a wall with arms crossed, tapping her foot. “Everyone back?”

Applejack shook her head. “Trixie's not here. Probably goofin' off, like usual. She's so unreliable.”

Sunset's pen paused between her writing. “I'm worried about her. What if she's attacked, too? I know she wanted to go alone, but-” Her blood ran cold. She refused to think about it. She sent another text to inform her they'd all met up.

Hunched down in his black attire, Sombra studied the crude machine they'd hastily assembled, which looked like the cobbled together spare parts it was. Like something he'd expect to find in a landfill torn from something larger. But all he cared about was its use. He wheezed with frustration, almost ready to force-feed a geode into it and see if it would activate.

“Don't even think about it,” warned Dash. “Especially not with mine!”

“Yes, they could be lost forever.” Fluttershy blinked sleepily while she continued to adjust to her new vamped status.

Tree Hugger sat next to her, letting her lean on a shoulder. “Take it easy, babe. You're still weak.” They both needed more blood but who could they ask? At least AJ seemed to casually blow off what had happened. “Uh, like, we could use a drink.”

“Try the kitchen,” replied Rainbow with a roll of her eyes. She'd never quite forgiven her for 'stealing' Fluttershy away, even though the latter had never been returned her feelings, and sometimes make her displeasure perfectly clear.

Hugs also slipped and threw out an insult but restrained herself. It wasn't like her. She took Shy's hand and squeezed it while the rose. “Let's mosey, okay? I'd hate to ask Inky and Pacific since they're already weak, but they may help, you know?”

“That's a wonderful idea.” Fluttershy spaced out while she followed her girlfriend out.

“Good riddance,” muttered Sombra. “Those two are useless.” Although he wouldn't mind turning them into his personal blood slaves. Unfortunately as he wasn't a vampire himself, and they'd already been sired, that would have to remain a fantasy.

In the kitchen Inky Rose, Pacific Glow, and Sunny worked to whip up a meal, the latter with a smoke between her lips. Much like the rest of the house it was rather tidy, with little in the way of decoration other than some diplomas and other awards, plus a few pictures of the owner's loved ones. A sizzle sounded and the scent of bacon, eggs, and coffee filled the atmosphere.

“You often cooked the meals for Sombra, huh.” Sunny breathed a cloud of smoke while she slacked on a counter.

“Yes. He's quite capable in some areas,” said Inky. “And hopeless in others. But we never minded.”

“We like to feel needed,” explained Pacific with a sad smile. “You see, I'm pretty useless.”

Inky embraced her from behind and kissed her cheek. “Not to me. I would've been devastated if you'd died. Speaking of which...poor Twilight Sparkle. I wish there were more we could do to ease her pain.”

“Don't think there is,” said Sunny who put out the cigarette on the bottom of her shoe. “All we can do is lend a hand and listen.” She smirked at Rarity who was fast asleep on the couch with Spike settled at the foot. “Sure is crowded here.”

Not in a bad way. It's homely,” observed Inky with pursed lips. “I've always wanted a family of my own. I pretty much had that with Pacific,” she said with a smile at her. “And Sombra. That's why we'll follow him anywhere. He's looked after us.”

“Yeah, but you could easily make it without him.” Sunny filled a cup with freshly brewed coffee and gulped it down.

“No one else ever understands,” whined Pacific with a pout. “What's so bad about him?!”

“Let me count the ways,” mumbled Sunny whose stomach burned when she drained her cup and tossed it in the sink. “I mean, he's the self-proclaimed 'Most evil man in the world'. It's not rocket science?”

“So he has a love of theatrics,” said Inky defensively with a cross of her arms. “Hardly a terrible sin.”

“Yeah, and he liked to fuck me when I was a corpse. But that's no big deal to you two I guess,” she countered with a bit more venom than intended. In truth she didn't bear him any real grudge...she simply couldn't trust him even now.

“We...don't condone all his actions,” said Inky who stared down at herself. “We try to stifle his darker impulses.”

Sunny chuckled. “So even psychos need love? And some lovin', too.”

Pacific stomped a foot. “It's not funny!”

Sunny raised open palms before her. “Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to butt into your private life so much.” She turned when Tree Hugger and Fluttershy entered, relieved as their presence always tended to cool off a situation. “Hey chicks, what's happenin'? Pinkie's in the shower. Flash finally crashed in his room. Pretty much business as usual, otherwise.”

“We have a situation, man. We totally need some fresh blood, pronto. Otherwise we could lose control, you know?”

“I do feel rather thirsty,” said Fluttershy who was almost complete off in her own little world as delirium set in.

Inky and Pacific looked to each other. Normally the pair would've volunteered but they were still quite weak after they'd nourished Sombra so many times. However it was Sunny who stepped forward. “Allow me. I'm pretty useless for anything else anyhow,” she said with a self-deprecating bout of laughter. “Uh, do I have to take my shirt off?”

“Your arm'll be fine,” said Hugs with a crooked smile. “Thanks, chickadee.”

However with the realization she'd made an offer to them, Fluttershy suddenly lost control with eyes that turned to saucers, and she tackled her prey to the floor. “Oof,” cried the shocked and winded Sunny when claws suddenly seized her top, which was torn open alongside her bra in one fierce draw of Shy's arms, a sizable pair of breasts flopping free with a bounce.

Tree rushed to intercept when Shy hissed and bared her fangs with a demonic expression. “Chill out, babe! It's me!” But Flutters ignored her, and sunk her extensions into a heaving tit, Sunny moaning low when a trickle of blood ran down a mound and the vamp started to needily suckle. “Just...don't take more than you absolutely need...please?”

Glow chewed on a nail. “Will she be okay?!”

Inky looked at the kitchen knives, ready to move in if needed. “I certainly hope so.”

Thankfully after Fluttershy drank for a while she appeared pacified, and withdrew with a slurp, seated there sleepily. Sunny's bosom rose and fell now dotted with a couple of pinpricks and awash with dribbles of blood and saliva. “That...was intense,” wheezed Sunny with hazed over eyes and a dopey smirk on her face. “Wouldn't mind doin' this some more...?”

Pinkie sat on the toilet bowl, panties around her ankles, and emptied her bladder. She wiped herself, kicked off her clothes, and headed into the shower, singing the entire time. No matter how bad the situation got she tried to stay upbeat, not just for her own sake, but everyone else, too! She giggled and shivered when cold water rained down her bared skin and covered her in goosebumps. She adjusted a nozzle until it steamed up, soaking under a steady cascade that rolled down generous curves.

She didn't hear the door creak open a little, nor the pad of paws, her shapely silhouette observed through the thin glass door which separated them. Palms were lathered up with an excess of soap, which she stepped aside from the water to lather herself up with, making certain she hit every last spot from the neck down. She paid special attention to her heavy funbags, laughing as she rolled them about and slapped them to watch them jiggle. “Whee! Maybe I should become a stripper, too?”

She had to do something with her life and it seemed like a fun job! Plus, there just wasn't much of a payout in most of the things that interested her! And what was the point of life if you weren't having fun?! The last thing she wanted was to end up miserable and dull like her parents! They'd almost succeeded in passing on their legacy to her sisters, but thankfully the bond they'd formed had slowly driven them in their own directions. Of course none of them savored life quite the way she did!

“That does feel nice,” she had to admit while groping her titties, moving to encircling her areola. She raised a tit to her mouth, taking a nipple into her lips and heartily sucking on it, wishing she had a steady boyfriend or girlfriend to do this with. She didn't care much which. Sure, she fooled around with Rainbow Dash once in a while, but she wanted something a little more steady. Someone who'd cuddle her and tell her she was loved between all the sexy times! “Too bad Pacific's with Sombra!”

She slid her free hand down her navel, droplets of beaded water and soapsuds running down her supple flesh, and parted her thick thighs a tad, tracing the slit of her vulva all the way to the clit. It throbbed and heated up in response. Dirty thoughts about an all-out orgy with all her friends (And former enemies like Sombra, Trixie, Moondancer, and Sonata) filled her head. Of course she knew they'd never go for that in a million years, but what harm was there in letting her mind run wild?!

She'd pass out some of her more bizarre strap ons to the girls, and everybody would take turns with her like she was a cheap party toy, railing her until she came and the next in the circle would take their place. Or sometimes they'd take her two or even three at a time, Flash and Sombra unloading all over her face and body, and into her mouth which opened wide to receive them.

Schlicks sounded faster and louder while she started to furiously masturbate. She didn't care how depraved her thoughts turned at the moment so long as she got off! “Oh...fuck me right in the pussy,” she murmured between sucks of her udder.

The musk of fresh cunt filled the air. A tiny nose sniffled the lubrication that dripped down her loins. With a low growl Spike started to transform back from a small dog into a hulking lycanthrope, expanding within mere moments, his limbs growing out until he was a tall mass of muscle. He stalked forward, her balloon-shaped ass eye level when he was on all fours.

He slammed snout-first between her buns which spread a tad when his nose tip connected with her snatch. “Ah,” she yelped in surprise. “Oh, hey, Spike!” She blushed but didn't stop him. “Don't worry, you're part of my fantasies, too! Speaking of which...” Would Rarity be jealous? Nah! It'd been a fling, right? Why not have some fun with him?!

She steadied herself on the sliding door for support. “Do you wanna...do more?” She half-lidded her eyes over her shoulder and shook her rump back-and-forth. He suddenly raised to his full height with a bestial growl, paws wrapping around her midsection, slamming her against the glass which made her breasts and nipples smoosh out against its transparent surface.

He drove his cock into her womanhood with one brutal thrust, and she groaned cheerily, feeling his veiny knot expand and divide her wet walls until it was firmly locked deep inside her. “Kinky,” she mumbled with rapid half-blinks of her glazed over eyes when he started to savagely hump her. Her asscheeks smacked with each thrust, and her titties slapped wetly on the glass surface, lewd moans escaping her while she continued to let all her most sordid and forbidden fantasies run absolutely wild!

His weight pushed on her slippery physique, which slid down until she collapsed onto all fours, panting with him while she took his knot which spread her love tunnels wide. He seized her curls and pulled her head back, staring into her lewd, blushing face while he mounted her with pussy-wrecking humps, breeding his latest bitch with reckless abandon. A primal part of him wanted to make every last female here his, to ensure his seed was passed on. She panted with him, eyes crossing and tongue lolling from her stupefied mouth when she came. Each clench of her fuckholes sprayed a torrent of femme cum on his loins.

She slumped face down and ass up, dizzied from euphoria, while he continued to rapidly fuck her. The shower shook under the violence of his stabs while he took her, and with a howl which echoed his balls swelled once more, releasing his babybatter into her babymaker. Multiple climaxes rocked her when he pushed upon her widening cervix, packing in globs of his spunk which hosed down her slippery womb walls. “Wowee-zowie,” she murmured when their mixed emissions dripped from her twat.

He tugged hard dragging her by his locked knot across the shower stall until he finally wrenched loose with a pop. Her gaping hole continued to contract and dribble, flowing with the water and soap down the drain. He lapped at her cunt and asshole in appreciation. She giggled and laid there panting, pulling his muzzle close and swapping spit with him. She'd been with plenty of men and women but none had quite taken her for a ride like that! “Let's do this again sometime, okay?”

Trixie sucked in a deep breath and practically tripped when she reentered the house. She felt compelled to obey the commands of her sire despite how much she loathed them. “Trixie's back,” she announced with arms spread while she strutted in, head held high and a smirk plastered on her. “Mmm, is that bacon and eggs?!” No, she had to focus! She'd pleaded with the Dazzlings not to harm them, Sunset in particular, one of the few close friends she'd ever managed to win.

She weaved through Inky Rose and Pacific Glow who parted to let her into the kitchen, helping herself to a quick plate of lukewarm food which they'd left for her. She noted Rarity passed out on a couch, and Sunny slumped over at a table, drool leaking from the corner of a lip while she snored. Her eyes darted around, would-be warnings, no matter how cryptic she tried to make them, dying in her throat. “Where's Rainbow Dash? Trixie wishes to have words with her!”

“Right here.” The athlete popped out from the trap door leading to the basement and crossed thin arms. “What's this about?”

“We'll discuss it somewhere more private. How about the backyard? There's a sweet pool there!” She winked.

“Fine. I do need to stay in shape. Especially with all these vampires around!” The pair traveled down the halls and out the back door. The sun bore down on a wide pool and reflected over its stirring waters. The backyard was enclosed by a heavy fence and a number of trees which obscured Twilight from her neighbors whenever she decided to go skinny dipping with Sunset and Flash. “Wow, sometimes I think Twilight must be rich! How in the heck does she afford all this awesome stuff?!”

“Serendipity? Nepotism? Dumb luck?” Trixie bristled with barely-contained envy. “Anyhow, why don't we get more comfortable? There's a lot to talk about, so it'll be easier if we relax!” She started to remove her clothes.

Dash gawked for a moment, shrugged, and peeled her garments away too, racing until both let their breasts popped loose, and peeled down their panties, standing fully nude by the edge. “Wow,” observed Trixie. “You're flat!”

“Screw you!” She self-consciously touched her not-quite-a-handful breasts which nevertheless were quite perky. “They're more than enough to play with! Besides, you're not exactly packing mountains, either!”

Trixie posed in a sultry manner with a hand on one hip and another brushing back her mane with a flourish, her medium-sized rack jutted out. “Now, now, don't be jealous! We can't all be so blessed! Any more and Trixie would look like some airheaded bimbo! They're perfection! Oh, and I see the carpet matches the drapes! Is that a natural color?”

“Of course,” countered Rainbow with a lip curl at the implication. “But we didn't come to chat about T&A!”

“Certainly not. Trixie has an exquisite sense of occasion.” She hopped into the waters with a slash, submerged, and her wet locks trailed around her when she surface. Beads dripped down her flesh when her smirk grew. “Join me, Dashie?”

“Why not? And don't call me that.” Rainbow did a few stretches to warm her up, then dove in, unwilling to admit she was having some fun despite her company. While Trixie had always remained a bit of an outsider, she tended to rub her up the wrong way more than the others, even Twilight. Maybe it was a similar ego? Nah! “So, spit it out already.”

Trixie paddled around her in a frog-like manner, drawing out the moment to buy time. “Do you want to be a vampire?”

“Hell no. What kind of question is that?” She nearly screamed when Trixie's eyes took on a demonic visage, fangs popped loose with a hiss, the wizardess descending on her faster than she could react. A hand clasped over her mouth while she was pinned.

With supernatural grace Adagio and Aria hopped the fence and landed without a sound on the grass. “Thanks for warming her up,” the leader said while they stalked forward. “I doubt anyone will hear her, anyway. Twilight built this place for privacy.”

“Pl-please don't kill her,” mumbled Trixie. “I'm sorry. Trixie doesn't like you much, but she doesn't wish to harm you, either.”

Aria hopped to the poolside, seized the tomboy, and hurled her to the dirt. “Too bad we don't feel the same!”

Adagio blocked her path, training the pistol on Dash's temple. “Even a retard like Derpy couldn't miss from here.” She nodded to her sister who slid down, grabbed Rainbow from behind, and hurled her onto her back. Dash tensed when a razorblade flicked free, wondering where she always seemed to hide them?! “Now, how about a little initiation?”

“Trixie did what you made her do.” She sniffled.

“For both of you, dumbass. That or we could drown the stupid cunt here,” said Aria.

“Too simple. None of them deserve a clean death. Especially when we can make them our slaves.” Adagio's sultry smile widened when she kneed their prey's narrow thighs open. The cool barrel of the gun was pressed to Dash's slit, and she shuddered, squirming when it sank into her moist sex. Ooh.” A droplet oozed down its length. “Are you turned on?”

“Screw that,” she replied with flushed cheeks and a glare, unable to help her physical responses.

Adagio took the weapon far as she could into Dash's cunt, slowly working it in-and-out, and even if she could have broke Aria's unnaturally powerful grip she'd hesitate in her current predicament. One squeeze and she'd get the biggest bang of her life! “You see, we don't wish to break you completely. Merely to bend you. To mold you into a shape suitable for us.”

“Trixie,” snapped Aria. “Face that fat ass towards this cunt and squat over her.” The pair of them balked before the sisters but the wizardess reluctantly squatted down on her haunches, her pussy and asshole positioned almost directly upon Rainbow's face. “Now, piss on her! I want to mark this trash as ours!” After a moment's hesitation Trix's urethra flexed.

Warm urine splashed over Dash's face, who closed her eyes and turned away, only for Aria to force her head back to face the ass above and her mouth was pulled open. Gurgles and chokes sounded when she was forced to drink down the steady, foul stream, splashes spilling over her lips and down her chin. “Gah,” she cried hacking and coughing.

With her free hand Adagio whipped out Trixie's cellphone which she'd lifted while their prey was unconscious, pointing it towards them and filming the incident. The sisters shared a laugh. No one could take advantage of them anymore. Now they would hurt and humiliate anyone who dared cross their path! All the while she continued to fuck her with the firearm.

A few drips continued to fall from Trixie's cooter. “C-can I stop, now? N-no more.”

“Mmm. Bored now.” Adagio started to apply the slightest bit of pressure on the trigger.

“St-stop,” whispered Dash when tears started to form in the corners of her eyes. The entire weapon was forced into her pussy, its tip connecting with her slimy cervix which made her grunt. Her sexholes clenched reflexively out of sheer terror.

“I bet you've never had a long, hot rod inside you, have you, dyke?” Adagio licked her lips. “Unfortunately, this one won't be shooting blanks. Say goodnight, Rainbow Dash.” She started to pull the trigger, curious to see the mess she'd make.

A bang sounded when Trixie suddenly slammed into the lead siren. The bullet fired harmlessly into the air. She'd strained to break her conditioning the whole time, but only managed to power through it once events spiraled way too out-of-control. Hurting and humiliating someone like this made her physically ill; but outright killing them?! The gun cold-cocked her across the face and she fell, but Aria's shock had allowed Dash to slip free, tackling Adagio to the dirt while they struggled for the gun.

“Now what have we here,” came a voice from the fence. Atop it stood Chrysalis flanked by Flitter and Cloudchaser who were all armed with swords. The Dazzlings hissed, Adagio managing to roll out from under Dash with the pistol trained on the Queen. “Take your shot!” She danced with a titer, heedless of her own safety. “Will those bullets prove enough...?”

Before a retort could be formed the backdoor busted open. Out poured several people, the lead taken by Spike, whose fur stood on end when he bared his yellowed teeth. The sirens looked at one-another then made a hasty retreat towards another part of the fence. Spike started to chase them, only for Chrysalis to deftly land. “Now, now. Another time perhaps?”

He snarled at her but hesitated to strike. The sisters leapt the barricade and vanished into the suburbs.

Inky Rose took a moment to make certain her friends were okay, then crossed her arms and strode forward. “What do you want? Have you come to offer us another alliance? What makes you think we can trust you?”

“Our interests happen to align at the moment! Girls, sheathe your blades.” The twins did so and likewise she hilted hers at her hip. “Here! A boon as a show of friendship!” She plucked Tirek's head from its resting place on her belt, until now draped on her supple rump where it dangled from a chain, and tossed the mummified object at Inky's feet. “Look familiar?”

Sombra smiled. “So, he's finally dead!” A harsh chuckle escaped him.

“Not exactly.” Chrysalis forced Tirek's eyes open and he stared sleepily ahead. “He's trapped in a state between life-and-death! Why, I'm not certain he can ever die!” She laughed at the faint looks and gasps when she kicked his head around.

“Never mind all that,” said Sombra. “We need something magical to complete a...device. Can you supply us with that?”

“Oh, I think an immortal vampire should suffice.” She giggled while Rarity and Applejack tended to Rainbow and Trixie. “So, what do you say? Take a chance on me?” She wiggled her eyebrows, searching the faces before her with idle curiosity.

“Done,” offered Sombra who took her hand and shook. Why hadn't he thought to use a vampire as a power source? Probably because he was forced to lay low and play nice with these cretins who allowed morality to hold them back?

“Hey,” called Rainbow who did her best to recover her dignity. “You don't call the shots here!”

“We don't truly have an official leader,” noted Rarity. “But I can think of a couple candidates.” They looked to Twilight and Sunset who often took the lead in a crisis. “So, what do you two think? Should we put it to a vote, perhaps?”

“Sounds fair,” said Applejack. “Don't wanna step on anyone's toes now.” She'd often thought of herself as Twi's second-in-command but often stepped aside for Sunset's sake ever since they knew she could be trusted.

“Flitter, Cloudchaser, stay on watch, will you? In case the Dazzlings are foolish enough to stage another attack so soon.” She whistled to her bodyguards who nodded in unison. “May I come in?” She removed her necklace, showing her geode, which she offered to Inky. “Here, you can hold onto this, and my sword if you like, to show you I mean no harm?”

“It's a start,” noted Inky who took the geode and placed it around her neck for safekeeping, the black-and-emerald stone falling between her curvaceous breasts. Next she took the sheathe and ornate sword, taking a moment to admire the craftsmanship.

“We could use the help,” admitted Twilight. “I say we take the chance.”

Sunset had a bad premonition but she wasn't certain whether it was due to her or all the other dangers around them. “Okay. But we'll be keeping a close watch over you.” She nodded to Spike who trailed near the Queen and sniffed her.

The group retired back inside. In a bout of this time understandable paranoia Twilight decided to set up cameras around her house, helped by several of the others, which she usually reserved to observe and record her latest experiments from multiple angles. Flitter and Cloudchaser stood on guard like a pair of statues, swords at their hips, dressed in nothing but extremely tiny bikinis. Chrysalis carried in Tirek's head which swung on its chain with a rattle. Sombra and Moondancer prepared the device, which booted up with a whir, running but unable to fulfill its purpose until it drank in the appropriate amount of magic.