The spray-painted van rode from the suburbs. The further they drove, the more hellishly red the sky seemed to turn, and splatters of blood started to splat the windshield. “Really now,” said Sunny who turned on the windshield wipers and paled. Buildings were painted scarlet once they drove into the city, the few unfortunate enough to be out screaming and running for shelter. “Damn, I'm not sure what to do.” She pulled to a stop and took cover under a closed down car wash.

She drummed her fingers on the dashboard while the pitter-patter of blood rain sounded overhead. Crimson pools sloshed in the roads. Grunts sounded from Sombra, who'd thrown aside his robe, and descended on his lovers. “Come on, do we have time for this nonsense?” But he ignored her, feeling more virile than ever and needing to let out his newfound aggression.

He ripped away Pacific's tube top, yanked down her booty shorts, then spun and bent her over. She pressed her palms to the van's walls, and he took a moment to stare at the ANAL SLUT tramp stamp above her wide buttocks, something he'd convinced her to get so she'd always be reminded he owned her. He spread her asscheeks wide as he could, took a moment to study the pink ring of her anus, and spat upon it, rubbing the lube in when his digit encircled her sphincter.

His loins burned when they altered to suit his will, and he howled low, his dick warping into a veiny horsecock, complete with a flared tip and medial ring. He gripped her pigtails, ramming his erect cock up her asshole, and she squealed with delight, never minding how roughly he took her. She'd always felt validated to help him and Inky out. She'd always believed she was worthless. Her parents had certainly told her so at every turn. But these two seemed to need her.

Normally Inky Rose would have simply shook her head. Business as usual. But something about Sombra suddenly frightened her. She almost pleaded with him not to hurt Glow, but feared that might drive him on to do so, and thus she swallowed her dread and watched helplessly while he violently railed her like she was little more than a piece of disposable meat.

“Take it, you worthless whore!” Normally his words were almost playful, no matter how much he demeaned her, but now they dripped with sadistic venom, to the point where Inky's stomach flip-flopped. Once she'd known him to hold back no matter how evil he pretended to be. Now? She wasn't certain he'd restrain himself no matter what, like some primal fury now dwelled in him.

It wasn't unlike what happened to Skorpan when the curse had turned him crazed and bloodthirsty. But Sombra's will held on fast to who he basically was; just that now all his inhibitions were eroded by megalomania. He blasted her interior with a howl. His spurts painted her walls and she moaned with him, stretched out when he hilted himself, threatening to rip her ass apart.

Her asshole gaped wide when he pulled free, landing a couple of slaps with his dick upon her wobbling cheeks, and her knees went shaky, until she slid down, huffing and pleasantly sore. A mixture of relief and dread overwhelmed Inky when those crimson eyes turned on her. She tensed up but didn't resist when he ripped her spiderweb dress away, denuding her. He pushed her onto her back, roughly kicked her thighs open, and rubbed his cockhead over her swollen, wet labia lips.

His hand wrapped around her throat. “Beg for it,” he demanded.

“P-put me in my place,” she whispered. It wasn't fun anymore. She trembled when he grabbed one of her ankles and lifted a leg up, angling her so that he could impale her completely, spearing her pussy like he wanted to ruin it. She whimpered and her mascara ran from her tears when he tightened his hold on her throat, something she normally would've loved, but now she feared he'd snap it in a fit of madness at any moment. Squishes sounded as femme cum gushed out each time he nailed her.

“You like taking my cock, huh, bitch?” He looked over his shoulder at Sunny who'd come to check on them. “Pacific, fuck that bitch. She needs to be broken in if she wants to run with us.” He continued to rail Inky, heavy mascara now smearing her cheeks when he finally choked her out, but he didn't hesitate to continue sinking his penis cervix-deep while she slumped limp.

“Now wait a moment,” said Sunny who was yanked down by Glow who remained oblivious to the threat around her. Pacific pulled down Sunny's blouse, and heavy breasts tumbled free, which she immediately set upon, kissing and sucking on her wide nipples. “Ah...oh...” Her resistance fell away when her garments were speedily stripped, and the raveslut parted her legs, pressing cunt-to-cunt with her when she started to grind their warm, watery loveboxes together.

Sombra watched them fuck from the corner of his eye while he continued to fuck Rose's unconscious form, her tits slapping about each time he smashed into her cervix entrance. He groaned and sunk balls deep one last time, pressed against the hole to her uterus, which he filled directly, flooding her innermost chambers to overflow with his potent seed. Once he'd cared for them. But now he realized that made him weak. In order to achieve real power he'd have to surrender all the connections that restrained him. He turned back to Sunny, prepared to find ways he'd be able to make her his slave, too.

“So, this is how the world ends.” Adagio watched the blood rain down. The junker had been pulled to the side of the road, near a ditch, which had started to fill with dark red pools. This new world would be perfect for vampires. She removed all her clothes, as did Aria, and the two stepped out from the car, closing their eyes, raising their hands, and moaning as the bloody tears washed over them. “Mmm, so warm.” They opened their mouths and drank down the sweet nectar that slathered them.

“Goddamn, this is wild.” Aria flexed her muscles which felt stronger than ever. “Want to fuck some shit up?”

“Not yet. We have to take care, since we don't know how this might affect others. Remember what happened to Spike?” She twirled a poofy curl around a finger. “The last thing we need is another vampire huntress like Chrysalis after us. No, better to keep to the shadows for now, pick off the weak strays, and take stock of the situation until we're ready to make our move.”

“Ugh. Fine.” She pulled her pigtails in frustration. The taste of blood made them bloodthirstier, like some primal instinct had been awakened, but they managed to restrain them, aware that one mistake could mean their final end.

Similar phenomena spread across the city. A funeral procession was held for Shining Armor, the police force looking after their own, carrying him across the streets in an open coffin. The corpse was surrounded by marching cops, and others in police cars and upon motorcycles, a number carrying rifles with bayonets and swords. He'd been given a military-like send-off as he'd always wanted, and his friends had even pitched in to dress him in a suit of shiny armor which they dressed him in, complete with a knight's helmet which rested in his arms upon his breast. The silver metal reflected under the hazy red light.

Eyes turned skyward and then took cover when the clouds broke and crimson drizzle spread over that area too. Worse still the clouds started to darken further, and crackle, shooting out random bolts of lightning. “Take cover,” called Cadance who'd attended to see her husband off, teary-eyed when she hastily readied her umbrella. They had whipped this up in haste, knowing disaster might strike at any time, but none could have expected to see such horrific sights as these.

A bolt struck Shining Armor directly. His body convulsed and channeled the magic-soaked lightning. When it finally stopped he rose with blank, empty eyes, took the helmet, and locked it into place, like a modern day knight to match his namesake. One of his friends turned in shock, only for Shining's arms so snatch the sword from him with unnatural strength, and ram the tip straight through his heart. More screams sounded when his essence pooled down the shimmering blade.

Cadance's eyes went wide. “Shining, no! Stop!” But if he heard her he paid no heed. A bullet pinged off his armor with a bang, and he hopped down, moving with slow deliberation and pulling his weapon free before he turned it upon another. His wife kept calling to him, and gunshots bounced off his now supernatural carapace, while he cut down comrade-after-comrade.

She knew the man she loved would never do this. No, he was dead. This was some perverse mockery of him. She scooped up a discarded blade, slipped up behind him while he was still engaged in his massacre, and seeing the thin unprotected area where his neck laid exposed, she strained herself despite the blinding tears and brought the blade down two-handed.

The metal cut inches deep into flesh and bone despite her lack of experience. “Oh my God,” she wheezed when he turned on her, hardly able to believe what she'd done, but nonetheless telling herself she had no choice but to finish it. He seemed to hesitate, like some part of him still recognized her, and she brought the sword down again, his head rolling to one side when she almost severed it clean. “I-I'm sorry.” She stumbled back and fell onto her bottom, her drenched black funeral dress drenched and clinging to her voluptuous curves, but his helmeted head finally toppled free. He caught the chopped off piece in one arm.

She could merely stare in terror when he stole a motorcycle, still carrying his lost head when he rode off like a modern day headless horseman. Cadance dropped her weapon, covered her face with both hands, and sobbed. What she'd seen today would haunt her for the rest of her life. But she also knew such nightmares were spreading all over their once quiet town.

Somnambula's family owned a museum dedicated to the preservation of their ancient culture. Relics uncovered by archeologists were donated and placed on display. She took a certain pride in her lineage, feeling like she was a modern day Princess, not that most seemed interested in her exotic flair these days. No, they were always chasing the latest trends, something she couldn't help but resent. She walked the currently emptied hallways, walls decorated with hieroglyphics, as her family never did anything half-assed. Were it not for a muffled crack of thunder and raindrops overhead all she'd hear was the echo of her footsteps.

For the moment she was alone. Thus she decided to wear something a little more daring; a transparent white garb that crossed over her heavy swinging freely breasts, left her navel exposed, and terminated in a sheer loin cloth. Rather than obscure her unmentionables they seemed to draw even more attention to them, to the point where she may as well have been nude, a golden ankh necklace, armlet shaped like coiled snakes, and matching ankles around her otherwise bare feet. Turquoise heavy eye makeup that resembled small teardrops decorated her, punctuated by long thick lashes that brought out her elegance.

Beside her patted a lioness which her parents had purchased for her, her coat recolored and decorated to resemble a sphinx of legend. She made her daily rounds about the displays, which included a number of tablets, tools used by her ancestors, and even a sarcophagus complete with a real life mummy. “Such a lovely piece.” Warnings were posted not to step past the bounds, but surely they didn't apply to one of the owners? “To think my people, who once wielded such power over the world, are now almost irrelevant.” She frowned and shook her head with her lips drawn into a pout. “Is this how our line is fated to end up...?”

A crash boomed when lightning struck the museum. She nearly lost her balance, and a number of decorated jars were knocked loose, smashing onto the floors. “Damn it,” she cursed concerned that something priceless and irreplaceable might have been damaged. A creak sounded when the sarcophagus came open and the preserved Queen was displayed. “H-hello?”

Timidly she approached the beautiful woman which were it not for the age difference could have been her double. Suddenly a bolt struck the carcass, and the wrappings around her curves whipped free, denuding her. Somnabula knew she should run, but she stood there paralyzed, drawn by some supernatural force. The wraps partially encircled her, linking around small portions of her flesh, and she felt an unnatural strength well within her. “What...what has happened to me...?”

More electricity crackled around her and likewise enveloped her lioness, who hissed when she was transmuted into a modern day sphinx, the pair reborn into creatures better suited to this new world. Somnambula closed her eyes, then they snapped back open, softness replaced by boldness. She would bring her ancestor's curse upon the world, punish those who disrespected their culture. The modern day Princess plucked a scepter and crescent moon-shaped tool which would serve as her instruments...

Celestia and Luna would often work after hours at Canterlot Academy. Their workload doubled now that Equestrian Suicidal Girls was back in theirs and Cadance's hands. After they closed the school down for the day, they hurried back to their headquarters, the building interior decorated with pictures of their top models. Inky Rose served as their spokesperson and adorned their logo. “Such an ominous sky,” noted Luna who stared up at the blood-soaked heavens.

“No doubt a national emergency will soon be declared,” stated Celestia who folded her arms under her motherly breasts. The pair stepped from her white limousine and strolled towards the entrance to their HQ. “Could this be Equestrian magic?”

“No doubt. Let us make haste, sister.” The duo hurried inside before the clouds broke.

A buzz sounded from Celestia's phone while they walked the halls. “Cadance? Yes, we're at the ESG HQ. Hurry on over if you can, we can discuss this further in person.” She ended the call and shook her head at the wild tale she'd shared. However with all the insane stuff she'd seen, it was easy to believe her close friend, despite how hysterical she sounded now.

Nonetheless Celestia smiled. She had to keep up her reserved but warm appearance, even when things were crumbling around them, aware that others depended on her. “How about a cup of tea to calm our nerves?”

Luna settled into a sofa. “Very well.” She restlessly scanned the walls swathed in tastefully sensuous women adorned in skimpy attire. She still couldn't help but feel a little resentful sometimes, reminded that she and Cadance had founded the company behind her back, aware that she wouldn't approve. She'd always been the far stricter of the two sisters. Her reputation made her the terror of the school as a harsh mistress who offered no quarter. In contrast Celestia often proved too laidback and forgiving. It was only when they worked as a team that Canterlot Academy ran like a well-oiled machine...most of the time.

Cups shattered when lightning strikes rocked the compound. Celestia yelped when a shard of glass shredded her palm. “Sister?!” Luna rushed to her side, grabbing a napkin, and wiping her bloodied hand. “Don't be careless, now. Come.” She directed her back into the waiting room. “Relax, and allow me to look after you for once.”

“Thank you.” Celestia sighed. “No worries. It was simply a careless accident, no more.”

Luna doubted that but simply nodded. She finished boiling the water, placed in tea bags, and watched them steam, adding a touch of honey and cinnamon for more flavor. The front door opened. “Cadance?” The co-founder rarely came around these days, busy with her own private specialty school elsewhere in the city. “What can we do for you?”

Cadance sniffled and stood in the door frame soaked in blood which drenched her dress. “Forgive me, I...I simply didn't know what to do.” She didn't reacted when the sisters peeled away her clothes, and toweled her down the best they could, before they walked her inside. “Sh-Shiny...he...” She burst into fresh tears, flashing back to what she'd seen and done.

“Get ahold of yourself,” snapped Luna who seized her shoulders.

“Luna! Take a seat, Cadance.” Celestia tenderly took her slender hand. “Please. Tell us what happened.”

While a familiar story was relayed Luna went to fetch the tea and laid it out. Jealousy burned in her. She knew she shouldn't feel this way, that neither of them meant any harm, but they seemed so impossibly perfect, more popular and beautiful than her. Or at least that's what she perceived. Nonetheless it took root in her heart like a poison. Yet she rarely voiced her displeasure.

Instead it festered over time. How she lived in her older sister's shadow. How she and Cadance seemed to have more chemistry. The way students would often avoid her. Sometimes she wondered if she were even necessary. She wanted to step outside and clear her head, but by now the downpour had become a deluge. “Confound this unnatural weather!”

Against her better judgement she snapped open an umbrella, headed to the back exit, and stepped outside braving the chaos around her. She felt at home in the darkness. Almost like she was made for it. By now the sun had started to sink from the horizon, and with its absence the moon crept up, a pale yellow which basked her in its soft radiance.

Thunder cracked and an electric surge jolted into the Vice-Principal. She howled and fell to her knees, the darkness in her taking root, feeding on her weakness, and she lacked the will to resist it any longer. Her mane cascaded out like a waterfall, now a sea of glittering stars, and her eyes turned slit-like, glowing when a smirk crossed her lips. Giggles built into melodramatic laughter. She would finally prove herself better than Celestia and Cadance!

For a time Trixie worried her friends would never reawaken. She'd almost fainted away too like Tree Hugger once she saw what had happened to Moondancer and Flash Sentry, but she managed to settle on vomiting and crying several times, overwhelmed and uncertain what to do. She cleaned herself with a sink, stripping out of her sick-stained clothes down to her frilly underwear with star designs patterned on them, calming herself down the best she could. She tried to dial a hospital but all she got was static. “Come on, come on...” She hesitated to move Flash, fearing she'd do irreparable damage if it hadn't happened already.

She chewed her nails. “Trixie doesn't know what to do!” It was hard to admit, but this was beyond her. She looked to Spike who trailed behind her, then Sonata, who helped tend to their sleeping friends by gathering pillows which she carefully slid under their heads. Together they cleaned and bandaged Flash's wounds the best they could with a medical kit they found in Twilight's bathroom. “Maybe Flitter and Cloudchaser could help? Probably not. They're simply dancers and fighters!”

A low hum sounded from the geodes whose shimmer constantly brightened then dulled in rhythm within the bosoms of their bearers. “Oh, thank goodness!” Hugs lazily stirred. “You have some medical knowledge, right?!”

“A-a bit,” she replied lazily. “Oh no.” She recalled what had happened, and blanched when she saw the laid out form of Flash upon a pillow, his skull wrapped in bloodied bandages. Worse still Moondancer was completely shrouded in a red-stained sheet. She applied what she could to Sentry. “He has a nasty concussion, from what I can tell. Don't know the full extent.”

Sonata chewed on her lower lip. “What should we do with Moondancer's body?”

“Bury it properly when we can. Like, I'd normally call the fuzz, even if I don't care much for them, but with what's happened to this town I'm not sure the rules even apply anymore, you know? Pretty soon we'll probably we under martial law.” Tree shuddered.”I know we're totally not the heroic types, but it's up to us for now, chickadees.”

“There is another way,” reminded Sonata. “With my blood I could revive Moondancer, maybe?”

Hugs seemed to think it over several times. “Not sure that's a good idea. I don't know.” She didn't like to meddle with the natural order. Sure, it had worked out for her, for now, but was she perhaps damned after all? Would Moondancer even want this? And would she be able to control herself once revived? “No, let's leave her be. I'm sorry, Moondancer.”

“Poor Moony...” Sonata removed part of the sheet to expose Dancer's face and touched her cool, pallid cheek.

An hour passed while they tended to their unconscious friends. The storm finally died down, but darkness now cloaked the city, its moon now stained in a similarly hellish manner. Policemen were busy trying to fight the supernatural forces which had started to spill out, with little success, while any outside help proved unable to penetrate the bubble over the area.

Sections were cordoned off, the news informed people to remain in their homes, and the body count slowly rose. Pretty soon riots started to break out and looters swept into the suburbs which were now consumed by anarchy. The few stupid enough to try and attack this territory were swiftly dispatched by Flitter and Cloudchaser, who spilled their innards across the lawn.

Chrysalis was the first to awaken. She stood and stretched wide with a yawn. “Ah, that was a wonderful little nap!” She touched her breast and felt the resonance of the geode now bonded to her. “Hmmm, I can feel a power stirring within me, but something seems to be in the way?” She undid the strap to her dress which rested on the nape of her neck, letting the black garments slip down, where her bulbous breasts which rivaled Celestia's bounced free. She allowed the rest of her garments to pool at her feet, not bothering with underwear of any kind, until the darkly debonair Queen stood fully naked and statuesque before them.

She closed her emerald-like eyes and concentrated. Suddenly her entire figure glowed in a swirl of dazzling colors, and the geode's essence spread throughout her entirety, until a series of tattoo-like markings manifested over portions of her skin, barely obscuring her unmentionables until she resembled some tribal Amazonian warrior. “Perfect,” she murmured when the Magical Girl-like transformation settled down. “So, this is the full potential of the geodes?” She cackled to herself in a playful manner.

She was striking, lovely yet terrifying, and at her mental command her sword manifested in her hand. The weapon had become bonded to her, like an extension of her, fueled by the stone's power which it channeled. With these newfound powers the succubus Queen could hunt her rival creatures of the night better than ever before! She'd never need feel bored again!