In order to make certain the experiment was a success most of the crew stayed out of the basement. Of course the air was still thick with tension after all that had happened, and with the knowledge that the Dazzlings were still on the loose, not to mention they'd made an uncomfortable alliance with Sombra and now Chrysalis. “At least Tirek is pretty much dead,” noted Sunny who propped her boots up on the table, leaned back in her chair, and smoked another cigarette. “Hey Rainbow, will you be okay?”

“Yeah, I'm fine.” Dash couldn't restrain the bitterness in her voice. She'd redressed and washed her face.

Trixie hovered near her. “A-about what happened...Trixie's terribly sorry-”

“I don't wanna hear it,” said Dash with a sneer while she turned her head away. She tried to tell herself a sire's control was almost impossible to resist, and she'd come through in the end, but she couldn't forget how much her pride had been wounded.

“Trixie won't feel satisfied until she's made it up to you. I've never liked you much, but I never wanted to hurt you, either! That's how vampires work, I suppose. The more a sire forces their slave to do something that goes against their nature, the more likely they'll be able to break free? It's...altered Trixie, too. Like all my inhibitions have been lowered...” She shuddered.

Sonata nodded with a frown. “It's turned my sisters into total psychos!” She ran a hand over Spike who sat beside her. “What's up with him, though? How in the heck did he transform back into a werewolf wihtout the full moon?!”

“I think he somehow store's the moon's rays in his body,” said Inky Rose who stroked one of her braids. “At least, that's my theory. He seems to have become a supernatural creature, after all. Brimming with dark Equestrian magic.”

Pinkie rapidly nodded. “He can now transform at will! Good to know he's on our side!”

Rarity flushed when she slyly looked at her. She still felt a little confused about what had occurred between her and Spike. Were they lovers now? Was she okay with that? The sex had been far better than she'd dreaded, once she'd gotten used to it. Even so, was he still a dog, or something else? Could she truly accept a relationship with him, especially when he seemed drawn to all the other women here almost as much?! She settled onto the counc next to Applejack who was busy testing her lasso's knot.

“With our geodes back I reckon we'll beat the Dazzlings down in no time,” said AJ who narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. “We'll make 'em pay for what happened to Shining Armor. I know those two had a hand in that!”

Sonata stared at her shoes, knock-kneed, feeling like she was somehow responsible for her sister's sins. “Hey,” said Pinkie who slapped a hand on her shoulder. “Don't fret! You're one of us, now! You can control your vampiric nature, right?”

“Eh, I think so. I haven't drank blood in a while, though. I could really use a bite to eat,” she admitted.

“Me too,” said Tree Hugger. “Like, I've got this theory that the vampire's kiss makes us more ourselves, you know? Luckily Fluttershy and I are totally docile in nature most of the time, while Sonata and Trixie don't really like to hurt people, either. But with Adagio and Aria? I think they've always had this bogus side to them that's never fully come out until now!”

“Makes sense,” said Sunny who breathed smoke from her mouth and nostrils. “Sunset told me about all the crazy stuff Aria did when they stole Harshwinny's car!” Goaded by Aria, Sunset had aided her in stripping nude, flashing the other drivers, outrunning a cop, and finally totalled the sportscar. It was one of the most thrilling, sexy stories she'd ever heard!

“S-so a part of them has always been monstrous?” Sonata chewed her lower lip. “Are you sure that's not me, too?!”

“Relax chickadee,” said Hugs with her lazy smile. “You aren't that bad. Not by a longshot!”

“Yes, we don't want to blame you for what happened.” Fluttershy held her girlfriend's warm hand. “It's all turned out okay. For most of us.” She tried not to think about what had happened to Shining Armor.

“Drink from me dears,” offered Rarity who laid out her arms. “It's not safe to drink from the same person too often, and there's only so mnay of us to go around, so I suppose it's my turn. Just please, be gentle.” Her cheeks burned.

“Hey, don't forget me!” Pinkie tilted her head aside to bear her neck. She yelped in a playful manner when Sonata pounced on her like she was a piece of meat, ripping her top and bra open when her instincts kicked in. She giggled when her funbags spilled out with a jiggle, teeth sinking into one of the balloon-like mounds of fatty tissue while the vampire suckled on a tit.

“Er...” Rarity stood and paled even further when Hugs drooled at her, uncertain if she should simply bear herself right there, or let the predator do it for her. She decided on the former, daintily removing her top which she set aside, then unhooking her bra and dropping it with her blouse. She reminded herself she'd already done tasteful artistic nudes for Equestrian Suicidal Girls, plus everyone here had already seen her naked anyhow. She arced heavy breasts topped with pastel pink nipples outward.

“T-take it easy, darling?” She squealed in shock when Tree suddenly reached under her skirt, pulled her frilly panties all the way down to her booted ankles, and sank her fangs into a plush buttock. She moaned and turned bright red when the vampire raised her skirt, fully exposing her lower half to the stunned onlookers while she drank with ravenous slurps.

“We'll stop 'em if we have to,” promised Pacific who shared a nod with Inky.

Suddenly palms upon Rarity's plush buttocks pushed her forward, bending her over the couch. This time her blush brightened, her ivory buttcheeks similarly rosey in a manner she'd always found humiliating, and Tree kneaded them roughly, popping her fangs from one slope of assmeat and switching to the other buttock which she sunk into. “Oooh~” Rarity's shameless coos rolled out and her eyes fluttered heavenwards . Her sex moistened, it and her soft pink butthole clenching with a desire to be filled.

Pinkie fared little better, her flower soaking a patch into the crotch of her panties while Sonata switched between her floppy udders. She beamed wide and laid back, in absolute euphoria while she was drank from. “M-more,” she demanded.

Witnessing this display couldn't help but work up the onlookers. Unable to take anymore, feeling heat build in her loins, Rainbow made a hasty retreat to one of the guest rooms where she could privately relieve herself. She hurried down the hallways to a private area and growled over her shoulder when Trixie followed her in. “Go away, will you?!”

“Trixie still hasn't properly made up for what she did!”

“Well, Trixie can help by pissing off! I have an itch I need to scratch, okay?!” She started stripping right there to make it clear what she intended to do, not caring much since they'd already seen each other naked anyhow.

“M-maybe Trixie can help with that,” she offered starting to remove her blouse.

“Yeah, don't.” She grabbed Trixie's wrists firmly, her upper half now down to a bra. Dash was down to her underwear by now. “You've always cheesed me off, you know that? Always super convinced you're so great at everything!”

Trixie bristled. “Like you're any different!” She pressed so close to her their noses touched, their lips curled into snarls when their eyes locked. She almost started to cry, shaken. “Trixie lowered her pride to say she was sorry and-”

Dash didn't know what possessed her but she pushed forward and needily met her lips. Lulamoon's eyes went wide in shock, but she slowly relaxed, their tongues wrestling in attempt to dominate one-another. Under normal circumstances Rainbow easily would have overpowered her, but even in the ligth of day Trixie had a small edge, the pair still struggling for dominance while they tumbled onto the bed. They rolled atop each other, growling as they ripped their lover's garments away.

Irritation turned to unbridled lust. All the unresolved tension between them over the years spilled out into a sexual tension neither had ever even realized and certainly would never dare admit aloud. Especially not to their friends! Their nude frames pressed into the other while they heaved. Trixie mumbled, “H-how far should we take this?”

“You kidding? I'm not the type to chicken out halfway,” said Dash with a cocky smile.

Trixie's hair fell over her face when she turned aside. “Y-you need to pay me back.”

“Oh, I will.” Dash's smirk split her face.

“No, simple sex alone won't do. Trixie...humiliated you. I want you to do the same to me, so we're even.” She brushed the hairs out of her face. “P-pee on my face and in my mouth,” she whispered with her face burning.

Rainbow scoffed. “What kind of depraved freak are you?!”

Trixie bristled. “Just...do it, will you?! Trixie won't be satisfied until you do!”

“I-I can't! That's way too weird and dirty for me! I'd feel even more humiliated! But maybe we can compromise?” She turned her ass to face Trxie, who balked in fear for a moment that she was about to drop a load on her instead, but instead she settled down her more narrow but no less shapely hips downward, her pert posterior settled onto Trixie's face. “Eat me.”

Trixie spread the athlete's asscheeks and dove in. She sunk her mouth into the sloppy cunt, nuzzling her snatch while she face-fucked Dash who pressed her mound into her face. “F-fuck,” cried Dash who clenched her teeth and dripped over her partner's face. “Damn, you're pretty good, I guess. But you look pretty worked up, too!” She sunk down between Trix's thighs.

Pretty soon the pair happily ate the other out, all enmity between them momentarily forgotten. They alternated between licking out pussies, nibbling and sucking on clitorises, and tracing anal rings with their tongues, shoving fingers into their partner's lower holes. Their feminie excretions matted the bedsheets while they relentlessly worked their fuckbuddy over.

After a while Trixie rolled her over and clambered on top. She stared at Dash's perky tits, and the tomboy went redder with drawn lips, her head turned aside. “I-I know they're on the smaller side,” she said self-consciously.

“Trixie thinks they're rather cute.” She traced the areola of an erect pink nipple with her tongue, circling its entirety, then she did the same with the other tit, tenderly kissing, nibbling, and pulling on the nub. Dash panted with need, pressing her crotch upwards, and Lulamoon spread her legs, their womanhoods meeting and their lower lips kissing wetly when they started to scissor against the other. Inflamed, pussy vulvas caressed, soaking and dripping, and likewise swelled love buds which rolled about whenever they noisily rubbed with squelches. “Oh shit,” whined Trixie when schlicks sounded as their twats rubbed.

The duo repeatedly kissed, hands wandering over breasts and buttocks, groping and spanking them when they worked themselves up to near mindlessness from sheer desire. Losing herself entirely in the moment, Trixie hissed and bared her fangs, sinking her teeth into one of Dash's now sweat and saliva soaked titties. She howled and fltutered her eyes under the vampire's kiss, Lulamoon instinctively compelled to pass on her curse, the two wracked by base ecstasy while they started to gush.

The hollow's of Trixie's fangs pumped in a pure concentration of her now tainted blood. Glistening pussies continued to spray the bed, drenching it until they were almost dehydrated over several minutes from multiple orgasms, until they crumpled winded and still entwined in the other's perspiration-soaked arms. Huffs sounded when they simply laid there, bosoms heaving.

With their latest defeat Adagio and Aria had retreated back to their junker and drove it a few blocks away to put some distance between them and their enemies. Blaze sat in the driver's seat, beating on the horn a few times. “I say we smoke the bastards out! Just like with The Hive! Hell, we can run 'em all down while the fuckers try and flee!” She pictured broken bodies splattered over the windshield, the wipers washing away the bucketfuls of blood while she laughed psychotically.

“No, I have a much better idea.” Adagio opened the duffel bag which contained a number of old trinkets they'd taken from Tirek's collection. “I'm sure there's something in here we can use. Of course, it may require Equestrian magic to activate.”

“Goddamn Trixie! Well, she was too soft, anyhow! I should've worn the brass knuckles when I fisted that cunt!” She fantasized about that too, raining blows into the screaming bitch's pussy until she punched right into her womb and ripped it out.

“It's a shame. Sonata's not on our level, but somehow it feels...empty without her around.” For a moment Adagio was wistful while she looked forlorn out the car window. Some distant part of her recalled simpler but no less chaotic times when the sisters had been in their natural shapes and stood united against an Equestria which had enslaved and abused their kind.

“At least we still have each other,” mumbled Aria.

Adagio rifled through a number of bizarre, exotic, and outright demonic trinkets, having taken anything that might prove useful. She studied the oddities, unable to determine which were mere decorations or if they all held hidden power. But she doubted Tirek was the type to do much without a reason. No, she was convinced all of them must have some unknown purpose.

She knew it was a terrible risk to meddle with the occult. But also one they'd have to take in order to recover their edge. She'd wanted a fourth siren in Sunset. Now they were down to a mere two. But like always she refused to simply surrender.

The machine in the midst of the laboratory hummed like some demonic entity. It certainly looked the part, like a piece of alien technology, based on designs Sombra had provided from his researches into the dark arts of Equestria. Gathered around it were Sombra, Twilight Sparkle, Sunset Shimmer, Flash Sentry, Moondancer, and Chrysalis. The latter prepared to insert Tirek's head like they were in the midst of some forbidden ritual. Once she placed it inside, an unnatural cold settled over the atmosphere.

“I'm not sure about this,” said Flash who'd mostly come to watch over his friends in case something went wrong. Or if Sombra and Chrysalis tried something. “Are you certain we shouldn't call on the other Twilight for help?”

“I will,” said Sunset who held the diary under one arm. “After we've finished this.” She looked to the partially rebuilt geodes that hovered in their cases. The situation continued to spiral out-of-control, but with Tirek neutralized, the worst was over...wasn't it? Somehow, she worried the worst was yet to come, like this had all been a mere prelude to the end.

“It's responsive,” noted Sombra. “But we'll need to turn up the power.”

“Careful,” said Moondancer who adjusted her glasses. “We still don't know how it will react.” She'd triple-checked the schematics and tried to account for whatever could malfunction. “Let's start small, shall we?” She turned the dial.

Sombra yawned. “Nothing is ever achieved without risk.” He spun the knob more, pushing aside the others, and the machine started to sputter and hiss, Tirek's head smoking and screaming in an otherworldly manner when magic was sucked up from its mummified form. “Yes,” the occultists cried when the lights started to flicker and electricity filled the air. “It's working!”

“It's too much too soon,” warned Twilight who started to step forward. Suddenly the glass which held the geode cracked and then exploded one-after-another with ear-piercing schreeches, and the lab rocked about, beakers, test tubes, petri dishes, and equipment rocked about and smashing to the floor amidst an unnatural earthquake. A blackout consumed the area.

However the device continued to operate while it drew essence from Tirek. It lit the interior in an eerie glow while it emanated, the air itself seemed to ripple, and the geodes exploded into colorful lights. “No,” cried Sunset.

“Yes,” yelled Sombra convinced such power would soon be his. But the geodes which once belonged to Twilight and Sunset, now spheres of energy, slammed into their breasts and knocked them out. “What? No!” He ignored Flash running to their sides, the rest of the orbs flying off to seek their former bearers, and Chrysalis' own somehow finding its way from Inky into her own bosom, laying her out flat too. Moondancer tried to stop to the machine but he pushed her away. “Step aside, wench.”

He turned the knob up all the way to overload. Pieces of the machinery started to pop off while it rocked violently. He hovered over it, and bolts of multi-colored lightning burst through his frame, which quivered amidst a crackle. The equipment exploded in a small plume of blue fire. Part of Tirek's power was siphoned into him. The rest flowed skyward and made contact with the alien portal the vampire lord's final ritual had opened. He staggered for a moment, head swimming while he growled.

Strained laughter sounded from Tirek's withered head. “Hellfire...and...brimstone...”

“You idiot,” snarled Moondancer. “You could've killed us all!”

“I may still,” he murmured almost silently. He stretched his muscles, feeling stronger and more virile than ever. Was this how Tirek had felt in his youth?! What a fool. Such power was wasted on him! He spat on Tirek's face. His eyes wandered over the room with senses far beyond the norm, Twilight, Sunset, and Chrysalis still passed out while their bosoms shimmered.

“Hold on,” said Flash who rose. He swatted him aside with ease, a backhand which smacked him into a wall. He slammed hard into a wall, a thin trail of blood left where his head cracked, and he slid down unconscious into a heap.

Moondancer backed away from him and nearly tripped. “St-stay away, you monster!”

“I am a monster,” agreed Sombra who advanced on her. What was he now? A powerful sire like Tirek? He'd never lived until now! He yanked the glasses from her face, cruching them in his palm to test his newfound vigor. She froze up, backed into a table, and he yanked the band from her silly hair, which messily spilled free. “You look much better this way.”

“D-don't touch me,” she managed to gasp while trembling while he pushed closer to her. She started to scream, but his lips closed over her own, holding her down and muffling her frantic shrieks. She clawed helplessly at him, making small abrasions across his arms, and he pulled away with a palm clasped over her lips. “Mmph,” she whined.

“Scream and I'll break your arm. Understand?” Tears rolled down her face while she nodded weakly. She tensed up when he ripped away her lab coat, and then the blouse and skirt below, until she was down to a rather conservative, plain pair of panties and bra. “No sense of adventure I see. Well, I'll show you a wonderful new world!” He yanked the bra from her, which exposed average-sized but well-shaped breasts, and then snapped off her panties and stuffed the wadded up cotton into her mouth.

He tossed her back onto the table which shook, opened his robe, and drove his cock into her somewhat dry fuckhole, which nevertheless parted like a silken glove to accept him. His fangs popped, and he drove them into one of her udders, which made her moan through the wad, her sex moistening in response while he started to roughly drive into her. “You sluts are all the same,” he wheezed. “Even dykes like you. Bet you wish this was Twilight, huh, you depraved little whore?”

Her face glazed over while her cheeks pinkened. Her body responded to his bite despite how much she wished otherwise. A trickle of blood from her ruptured hymen mixed with her lubrication and dripped down her loins when he brutally slammed his hips into her babymaker. Her breasts bounced each time he drove into her, their minds numbed from shared bliss.

Grunts escaped him when he fired his seed into her unshaven garden. Throbs rocked his veiny dick when he spurted all over her walls, and hammered in so deep he struck her cervix, which made her cry out anew. When the lasts spurts escaped he pulled free with a wet smack, semen dribbling from her partially opened, pink slit. But he still wasn't satisfied. Not by far!

He flipped her over and admired her hips and buttocks which at least had a littlemore meat to them. Spreading her asscheeks opened, he drove his still wetted cock into her puckered pink asshole, her eyes half-lidded with confused bliss when he started to sodomize her. “Never been with a man, huh? And you've certainly never touched here,” he noted with a possessive slap of her ass which wobbled under the strike. He laid into her so hard he left a red handprint on her assmeat, and did the same to her other cheek, raining blows upon her fleshy posterior while he fucked her up the ass. “Hmm, but I still need more!”

He continued to spank her derriere while he plowed into her like he wanted to wreck her. And in his current state he hardly cared. Her own relief was that a mix of his semen and her own wetness that already coated his dick had lubed him up before he intruded up her sphincter which clenched around his girth. He yanked her by the hair, forcing her to face him, so that he could stare at her unwanted lewd expressions and likewise she was forced to see the one violently raping her up the ass.

Once he felt ready to blow he bit into her throat, and she wailed into the paddies still locked in her mouth, gushing all over him when he started to dump his load into her rectum. He gripped and smacked her hanging titties, drinking faster and harder while pleasure overwhelmed them, his body returning to its once darkly handsome state. He no longer cared if he drained her dry.

In fact a part of him wanted to! He'd come this far. Why stop now? He could make her his slave, but that would only complicate matters. No, he needed to see if he was ready to live up to his self-proclaimed title as the most evil man in the world!

A mind-blowing climax rocked them both when he snuffed out her life. She went pale and limp, the light dying in small traces from her tired eyes, small blissful spasms still rocking her weakening physique until she went still. He drained her completely, left a final smack on her hind end, and pulled free of her gaping back end which spilled his seed, now handsome and full.

He stomped up stairs and tossed open the basement latch. He noticed the rest of Twilight's close circle were similarly passed out around the house with their breasts aglow. “Inky Rose, Pacific Glow, let's go.” His slaves were busy tending to the unconscious girls, but they reluctantly snapped to obey, following him to the front door. The pair were incredulous to see he'd recovered his old looks, flecks of blood spattered across his robes. He seized the keys to the van, claiming them as part of his 'payment'.

Spike padded to block his path. Growls escaped his throat, exposing yellowed teeth, dripping hot drool. While everyone could sense something was wrong, he smelled the scent of Moondancer's blood on him, and tensed his muscles in preparation to strike. “W-wait,” called Sunny who ran to intervene. “We don't know what happened. Yo, Sombra, you care to explain yourself?”

“Yeah, Sombra.” Tree Hugger rose from Shy's side, only for once there was no warmth or humor in her face. She could sense something terrible had happened beyond a mere blackout, earthquake, and electrical storm. “You'd best lay it out to us.”

He scoffed. “And who will stop me? Some toked up hippie? Like I said, the curse was wasted on you. But I will master it. I will show the world what I'm capable of, until I've surpassed my Equestrian counterpart. However, should you wish to-”

Inky seized his arm and shook her head. “Don't. Let's...let's leave. We've overstayed our welcome.” She and Pacific looked at them wistfully, uncertain where their loyalties should lie, before he opened the door and they followed them out.”

“You can keep the van, I guess?” Tree figured it was better to let him leave before the scene turned into a bloodbath with her friends caught in the middle. She could sense the supernatural power that radiated from him, uncertain that even with Spike's help she could take him, not to mention how many could end up in the crossfire. “Sunny, I'll...Sunny?” She darted her eyes around and realized she must have followed them out for some reason. “Hey Trixie, you, like, still here?”

“Y-yeah,” she called while awkwardly redressing. Trixie stumbled into the living room with her hair in a mess. “Rainbow's passed out, but she seems to be okay.... Wait, what happened here?” She looked at the passed out bodies who's chests similarly shimmered with the colors of their geodes. “Oh, that's what happened to Dash, too! What the heck has happened?!”

“Never mind that for now, chickadee. I need your help, you know? Spike, watch that door. Trixie, will you keep watch over them?” She nodded and Hugs took timid steps down into the basement. She headed past the trap door, and her steps echoed on the stone, while an unnatural cold made her shiver. She'd never been the bravest of their bunch. “Twi? Sun? Flash? Moon...?”

Her bowels turned to liquid when she spotted Moondancer's ravished and pallid corpse. It didn't help when she saw Flash's bloodied head, his slumped over body piled in a corner, uncertain whether he'd been killed too. She fainted dead away.

While outside Sunny felt compelled to follow Sombra for reasons she couldn't fully understand. She told herself she didn't belong here, that she was redundant and would drag Sunset down, but it was more than that. A mix of curiosity about him and a need to look after Inky and Pacific who she feared he could dispose of now that they'd served their purpose.

But what could she really do? It was madness! Nevertheless she swiped the keys from him, hopped into the driver's seat, and waited for them to load into the back. “So, where to?” Luckily it seemed Flitter and Cloudchaser took no interest in them.

“Just drive,” he barked. “We'll work out the details later.”

“Fine, fine. Keep your pants on.” She fired up the engine and pulled out. The reddish scar in the sky continued to spread. Empowered by the device and the magic inside Tirek, it now spread rapidly, until within mere hours the sky was stained crimson. Almost like the air itself bled. Vermillion clouds burst and rained blood over an already wrecked city.

Worse still a bubble-like dome formed over the town to separate it from the rest of the planet. Gelatin-like, the congealed blob swallowed the area, unable to be ruptured by non-mystical means. Tartarus itself had come to the land...