With help from Trixie and Sonata, who'd fetch supplies whenever necessary, Tree Hugger did her best to look after Flash Sentry. In the backyard Twilight was busy with Spike digging a grave for Moondancer in the backyard. They were still trying to come to terms with all the had occurred. She'd occasionally shoot a glance at Tirek's mummified head buried in the device's wreckage, the air still filled with a faint scent of fried circuitry. She reminded herself he was still alive, able to sense his malicious presence, and shuddered, wondering if he was still dangerous as well. Of course had had other concerns for the moment.

“Hey, I have, like, an awesome idea. He brought his electric guitar, right? Not what I'm used to, but I'd like to play him a tune if I can, you know?” With a nod Trixie hurried to locate it. Hugs continued to kneel beside him, placing a new wet cloth on his forehead. “I know I'm not as cute as Twilight or Sunset, but I hope you'll appreciate this anyhow.” She cast him a lazy smile.

“Here you go,” said Trixie who handed the instrument over. “He's always been obsessed with being cool, hasn't he? Well, Trixie can relate. I mean, if I wanted to score chicks, I'd probably do the same.” They shared a laugh despite it all.

Sonata had raided the kitchen for snacks and messily munched on some chocolate chip cookies. She would peek out the windows at times, fearing that her sisters were lurking nearby, but only saw Flitter and Cloudchaser prowling the perimeter. She was getting a little stir crazy, but dared not take a walk outside, especially by her lonesome. “I mean, he is cute!”

With a low moan Flash sleepily blinked several times. “You're...all really cute...too...” It was barely a whisper. “Specially you, sweetheart.” A limp hand took Tree's. “You taken? I really hope not. Don't think anyone else would appreciate you...”

Hugs chuckled. “Thank goodness. Don't kid around, Flash. You feelin' okay?”

“I...I think so...?” He rubbed the back of his head with a wince. “Uh, do I know you...?”

“Tree Hugger. And here's Trixie and Sonata.” Her smile fell. Was the damage permanent? “We're your friends, remember, Flash?” He looked about as if trying to recall them then nodded once. “Just...rest, okay man? Leave it to us.” She dreaded to break the news to Twi and Sun, and hoped that someday he would make a full recovery. She squeezed his hand.

She doubted a vampire's kiss could fix any form of brain damage. Nor would she risk losing control and turning him, too. Bad enough she'd already done so to Fluttershy. The idea that she'd damned her haunted her every night. How could she claim to love her after she'd violated her in such a way? She shook away such thoughts, aware they wouldn't help them now.

While outside Twilight Sparkle was blinded by tears that fogged up her glasses while she put shovel to wet dirt. She dug without stopping except when she had too, her bare skin sweaty and her muscles strained, determined to finish quickly as she could. Luckily the ever-faithful Spike tunneled into the soil with his paws much quicker than she could and his hindlegs helped kick the wormy clumps into a pile. The blood moon shined on them, the occasional scream or sirens sounding in the distance.

Once in a while she cast her eyes to Moondancer who was wrapped up in a blanket. “I failed you. I never should've brought you into this.” She ignored that it had been Moon's idea to help her to begin with. Anything to be closer with her. Moondancer had never fully understood her feelings for Twi, attracted more by her brains than anything else, and that possessiveness had made her try and pull her, Sunset, and Flash apart. A thundercrack sounded overhead. “Oh no. We'd better work faster!”

Spike whined but set back to their task. A low buzz sounded over the suburbs. Flitter and Cloudchaser were instantly on the alert, their sowrds gleaming when they raised them. A plague of locusts descended with an angry shriek. Somnambula had taken a collection of preserved insects from her museum and breathed unholy life into the swarm. A black cloud set out on the hunt.

The twins slashed at them. Several were carved apart or squashed under their blades, the pair attempting to dodge them, but more were quick to overwhelm them, and the normally silent pair started to scream. The insects tore off their bikinis when they fell, instinctually wanting to eat them alive, but forbidden to unless absolutely necessary by their mistress. Instead they crawled into any orifice they could find, entering them from all ends, filling the writhing pair up until they nested in their wombs.

They turned them into their puppets from within. Their eyes glazed over in submission to their new Queen.

Spike sailed through the air, jaws and teeth ripping through locusts, but more continued to take their place. At his side Twilight's tattoos resonated when she slammed into the bugs with the shovel, their bloated forms exploding into a gooey mess. But she could tell it was hopeless. “Leave me, Spike! Run for the house!” He yelped and tucked his tail between his legs, reluctantly obeying her when he made a dash for the back entrance, while she was overrun behind him.

Once he made it inside she telekinetically activated her home's failsafe. She focused on the switches inside, and flipped them, until the defenses activated. Metal shudders slammed down over the doors and windows with loud thuds. It started to go dark when she collapsed under the hive, crawling all over and into her body, like the sisters they wormed their way into her ears, nostrils, mouth, asshole, and vulva, and she went into a seizure under the onslaught, tears running down her cheeks.

Those trapped inside would be protected. But once activated it was almost impossible for them to leave the fortress she'd concocted. With the backup generators, food, and water supplies she'd tucked away in case of such a doomsday scenario, she was certain they could survive a few months at least. Had she made the correct choice? Soon, her mind was hers no more...

Sombra discovered new things about himself all the time now. Perhaps he was more powerful than even Tirek had been at his height. He certainly liked to think so. Now he demonstrated his new position by toying with his slaves. He forced the sisters to debase one-another. Pacific was made to pierce Inky's nipples, clit, and vulva, the latter with multiple rings he made her pull apart to expose her sex. Then he had her write lewd words all over her body that demeaned her as much as he could.

But that was nothing compared to what he had Inky do in turn to Pacific. While it would consume a lot of his reserves to work his newly discovered powers, if this worked she would soon provide riches of blood for him. She was sat up and placed in some manacles he'd found in one of the displays, and while they were mere props, it was unlikely she'd be able to break them.

Rose bound her wrists and anklets, working in silence with a blank expression. The sole sign of life was an occasional tear which made her heavy mascara run like tears some more. Glow whimpered. “Wha-what are you-”

Sombra took a moment to look his slave over. Then he suddenly slammed his fist into her cunt. She cried out when he filled her soaked tunnel, so deep his index finger tickled the entrance to her cervix, and she whined and squirmed when he forced the digit inside. “Hush, little one.” He kissed her forehead. “This will hurt...a lot.” He drew upon his latent abilities.

She screamed when he started to warp her flesh to better suit him. Her stomach ballooned massively, like she'd been impregnated with several children, and likewise her already massive udders swelled until her milk jugs sloshed and beaded with milks on her pepperoni-like nipples. “What...what did you do to me?!” She sniffled in disbelief.

“Mutated you to better suit me. From now on, you'll be my personal blood bank.” He rested his palms upon her tits, more for support than need at the moment, winded after he'd sacrificed so much to do this. He'd need more time to recover. He studied the pierced and written-upon Inky with a cold smile. “You two swore to serve me however I wished. Well, this is the only use I have for you now. You're not warriors, and I have no need of caretakers anymore. All I require from you is your flesh.”

Sunny walked in stark naked. “You really are a monster, huh.” She was partially under his control, but he could still see some defiance in her eyes, a reminder that she still needed to be further broken in. She saw herself as redundant next to the 'real' Sunset, a poor copy who'd wasted her life and now lived without direction or purpose, on a self-destructive adventure to finally end it all. Perhaps she and Shimmer were even more alike than she believed. “What's next, master?”

He grabbed her throat. “I don't appreciate sarcasm,” he warned and she nodded weakly until he loosened his grip a tad. He groped over her breasts and buttocks with his free palm, less out of lust and more to remind her she belonged to him. Her tired eyes watered but she didn't resist him no matter how rough he was with her. “Do you understand, you suicidal little slut?”

“Y-yeah,” she choked out the words. She landed on her knees when he released her, bent over and coughing. She wanted to turn and flee but somehow found herself paralyzed. She shot Inky and Pacific a sympathetic look. She tried to think up some way to save them but nothing came to mind. As usual, she felt useless. She silently cursed her incompetence.

Stewing in silent rage, she stared at her own tired and battered reflection, and swore it twisted before her eyes. “Is that...?” She swore the she-demon Sunset Shimmer had become appeared, but with a blink it was suddenly gone. Nevertheless it chilled her to the bone. But why? Maybe it would be better to be a devil. At least them she'd have a purpose and wouldn't feel so useless all the time. She doubted Satan was even real, despite what Sombra believed, but she prayed to him anyhow for deliverence...

Sunset arrived back at Canterlot Academy and her bike skidded to a halt. She parked it near Flash's car and hopped off, now soaked in a thin sheen of perspiration. “Everyone okay? That was wild!” She tossed back her blazing hair, feeling more alive than ever in the moment, still riding her high after unlocking the geode's full potential. But she also recalled how dangerous that power could be when overused. However, under the circumstances what better options did they have?

“That was a mighty selfish stunt you pulled,” said Applejack who stomped up. “Reckless, foolish, and just plain stupid!”

“Yeah, I'm usually the one who'd run off half-cocked,” admitted Rainbow with an unusual amount of self-awareness. “What's with you lately? The Dazzlings haven't been messin' with you again, right?” She planted a fist on a thin hip.

“Nope, it's not like that. I'm completely over Adagio.” It was a half-truth; she couldn't deny how attractive she was. However she and Aria were a poison to her, no matter how alluringly sweet-and-sour they'd seemed when trying to seduce her to their side. “It's.... I couldn't let Shining Armor race around like that, so I finally put his spirit to rest.”

“So that's what that freak was?!” Pinkie shook her bouncy curls. “Well, at least that's one problem down!”

Fluttershy stared in wide-eyed wonder. “Um, how did you manage that? He looked pretty strong...?”

Sunset's markings shined a neon red when she summoned a bow, arrow, and quiver complete with strap to her. “All it took was a little concentration and I called these to me? I assume all of you can do the same?”

Rarity stared down at herself. “Now if only we could have some proper costumes. It's like we're wearing little more than pasties over our, ahem, nipples and...lady-parts.” She turned bright red. “Somehow I've never felt so naked in my entire life. Like all these symbols do is draw even more attention to our unmentionables!” She felt her breasts sway each time she moved.

“I feel more free than ever!” Pinkie bounced up-and-down. “Whee!” She did a spin. “And hey, I think Flutters does, too!”

With an almost pained expression when Shy's face went red, she stopped herself from covering her voluptuous curves. “M-maybe.” She'd always been embarassed of her body before she started modeling for Equestrian Suicidal Girls. Not because she thought herself unattractive, but quite the opposite, intimidated by the way boys would constantly leer at her.

It's one of the reasons why she'd chosen to settle down with Tree Hugger, who'd allow her to take her time, never pushing her to do more than she wanted. She felt safe and loved with her, even after she'd vamped her. In fact she found the idea highly erotic! Seeing her usually docile friend take charge like that and claim her made her heart flutter like crazy. Plus they could be together forever! She relaxed her tensed muscles and stretched a little. “Okay, definitely. I've never felt more alive.”

Rainbow hunched down on the lawn and studied some areas stained by the blood rain. She dipped a finger into the red mess that dripped from the blades and tasted its sweet warmth. “Man, it's tasty!” She was still a little pissed that Trixie had turned her, but with her improved strength, speed, and stamina she'd started to have second thoughts. Still, there were those cravings...

“We'd best hustle out of her,” said Applejack who'd summoned up her lasso and tested it. She made a few loops and twirled it around her, and even summoned her stetson back onto her head so she felt a tad less naked, thankful it didn't seemed to interfere with the tattoos. “Portal's a bust so there aint much we can do here. Better check on the others.”

“Allow me dears.” Rarity headed back to the car where Chrysalis was busy singing and dancing while listening to some awful pop tunes. She ignored her and picked up one of the walkie-talkies, more like small devices similar to their phones, since Twilight had compacted them down as much as possible. She shut the door and leaned her pert rump on the cool metal of the trunk which felt surprisingly pleasant. “Testing, testing?” A buzz sounded from the machinery. “It's Rarity.”

“Hey chickadee,” replied Tree Hugger in her lazy drawl. “Bad news over here. Um, you first.”

“The portal is rendered useless. So is Sunset's diary. She did manage to exorcise Shining Armor's ghost, however.” She twirled a curl around a well-manicured finger while she talked. “No real news beyond that. It's quiet here.”

“Wish I could report the same. Flash is in bad shape. His mind's all fuzzy like he can't remember us. Worse, this biblical plague of locusts descended on us. Might've gotten Flitter, Cloudchaser, and Twilight Sparkle. I dunno. She like, activated some defense system that's sealed us in for now, so we're safe enough, but she's most likely, well, screwed.” Some part of Tree had been tempted to run out and help, but that would've been stupid and suicidal. “I-I'm really sorry. Our hands are pretty much tied.”

Rarity exhaled sharply. “I see. I'm certain you did what you could. You hear that, everyone?” She knew at least one of them carried a walkie-talkie on them. “Let's head back home, see if we can help out somehow. Uh, should I say over...?”

“We heard,” said Sunset who carried her communicator on her bike. “Twi did excellent work as always, probably with help from Moondancer,” she shuddered each time the name was mentioned. She didn't want to think about the horrible stuff that had happened to her. “But I think with time we could modify these even further so we can wear them without interference?”

“Indeed darling, perhaps we could place them into chokers? They would be small and shouldn't block the geodes much, if at all. I already have a bunch where gemstones can rest. Perhaps if...ahhh,” she screamed when a hand closed over her mouth.

“Shut up whore,” called Aria who seized her from behind. Teeth bit into her palm but that merely made her rougher when she dragged the fasionista away with help from Adagio who'd grabbed her legs. They had shadowed them from a distance for some time, awaiting an opportunity like this when one of them was alone, preferably one they believed would be easier to capture.

The sisters pulled her into the junker. Tiring of the shrieking, Aria repeatedly punched their prey in the face before she could work her powers, bloodying a nose she almost broke when she knocked her out. “Drive,” commanded Adagio and her punky sibling took the wheel. She straddled Rarity and slapped her cheek a couple of times. “You're the weakest link, I'm afraid. Well, other than Fluttershy, but she's always hiding. I'd rather not risk having Pinkie Pie blow up our ride, you understand.”

She ran her palms over breasts so pale and large she could see the veins in them. The fatty flesh parted under her squeezes, topped by delicate pastel pink nipples. “My, you are rather ravishing! Too bad my overly-enthusiastic little sister almost destroyed that pretty face of yours.” She studied the smeared makeup and blood-caked nostrils of their prey.

“Piss off,” said Aria over her shoulder when they sped down the road. “Hey, is that...?” From the rearview mirror she could see a motorcyle race behind them. She grit her teeth and gunned it, but the engine started to rattle and chug, the distant vehicle quickly gaining on them. “Damn it! No way we'll lose them! Gotta be Sunset Shimmer. Think we can take her?”

“Probably not...but we have a hostage.” Adagio kicked the backdoor open, staring at Sunset who rode up next to her, and lifted Rarity's unconscious form into her lap. “Nuh-uh-uh,” she warned when Shimmer looked ready to ditch the bike completely and leap into the moving car. She'd summoned Shining's sword into her free hand, almost by instinct, as unbeknownst to her she'd transferred a portion of her resonance to the now cursed object. “I could snap her worthless neck in a second.”

With one hand, she molded a breast and pinched it s erect nipple hard, while she pulled her prey's head back with the other, neck bared when she popped her fangs. “But why should I waste such a hot piece of ass?” A predatory smile crossed her lips which she licked when her eyes warped in a cat-like manner. She sunk her spines into a free tit, closing over the nipple when she slurped and suckled at her. “Mmmm,” she moaned drinking the warm nectar freely with her face warped in bliss.

“You assholes,” cried Sunset when the car deliberately swerved into her. She nearly lost control at such a high speed, running off the road, aware that if she tried to break now she'd be thrown for sure. She raced down a hill half-blinded.

Was this how it would all end? No! She couldn't afford to rest until she'd set all this right somehow!

Armor's sword slipped from her hand and flew into the air when she finally wiped out and tumbled. Curses escaped her while she was cut up and bruised. When she finally stopped, rolled onto her back with rapid huffs, her eyes went wide, the blade of Shining's twirling at her like it was possessed. “What the-” Her words were lost when it landed and cleanly severed her head.

The evil spirit that possessed Shining Armor refused to be banished so easily. Its host had been slain and so his slayer must take his place. A new life settled into Sunset's undead eyes. Her body slowly rose, and lifted up the sword and her bleeding dome, before she returned to her motorcyle. The spirit could sense her death wish. It had simply eased the burdens that threatened to consume her. Transformed that rage that burned in her heart untl she'd been reborn anew and better than ever.

Bone was visible where her neck had been chopped. Small spurts of blood erupted and more dribbled from her head which she tucked under an arm. Setting off into the night, the huntress sought out those who she believed deserved her fury.

“Think we lost her,” said Aria with a cackle. “Ran that bitch off the road! This car probably won't last much longer, though. Better find us a new ride soon.” They headed back to a ransacked house they decided to squat in. The owners had either fled or been captured or killed. The neighborhood was a mess by now, covered in trash and stained vermillion, but it seemed most of the looters had moved on. They took shelter in the basement which they locked, figuring it was the safest place for the moment.

Between them it was easy to carry Rarity's unconscious form inside. “Never liked that prissy cunt.” Blaze spat on her. “Time to fuck her shit up for real.” The old relics they'd stolen from Tirek were scattered throughout the wide room. Everything but a bunch of useless junk had been cleaned out by the time they arrived, not that the pair particularly cared.

“Time to test these devices out. She'll be a perfect test subject,” mused Adagio who continued to almost absentmindly fondle the fashionista's breasts, thighs, and buttocks. “She truly is a delectable little treat.” She spread her sex open with a couple of fingers and stared at the glistening pink treasure within. A trickle of lubrication dripped from her slit, down her pastel asshole, and Dazzle traced her tongue over her rectum to her clit, lapping it up. “Mmmm, delicious. I almost hope she survives the test.”

“She is pretty damn hot,” admitted Aria with her arms crossed. “Bit soft for my tastes, though. I like 'em a little tougher.” She remembered how Sunset had rejected her and soured. But she couldn't deny how much she enjoyed destroying beautiful things. Especially other girls. They were constant reminders she'd always been the least popular amongst the Dazzlings.

“She is quite willful. Vain, prideful, smart...perhaps she could come around to us if turned? Probably not,” she mused. In truth she simply believed she'd be even more delicious once turned. A delectable treat for her to savor. And she wanted to see how Rarity would react once turned to the side of the damned. How would the paradigm alter once society completely crumbled and vampires were clearly the top of the food chain? Would those irritating moral crusaders like her surrender to vice in this new world? “We're the apex predators now. We can do whatever we wish. And once this world falls Equestria will follow.”

They readied what appeared to be an ouji board. Normally the pair would have scoffed at such superstition, but between it belonging to Tirek and all the odd phenomena, it seemed there could be something to this. Adagio forced herself to stop molesting Rarity's form, laying it out in the middle of the basement, and placed the board before her while the sisters sat in a circle around it. “Let's summon some spirits,” said Aria. “See if this bullshit actually works. We need to be naked for this?”

“Why not? It couldn't hurt, I suppose. It's not like we have a pair of ceremonial robes on hand.” The siblings stood, removed all their garments, and tossed them aside. “Now, if only I had a sacrificial dagger. Switchblades, brass knuckles, or a pistol are far too vulgar for this occasion. This requires a certain delicate touch.” She licked a sliver of Rarity's wetness which hung between her fingers. “Now, chant with me.” She started to speak the alien words which she'd studied in their spare time.

Somehow they seemed to come easier to her all the time. Like the spell wished to be cast. But she decided to start with a simple ritual. It wasn't so different from singing. At first the chants came awkwardly, but in time they closed their eyes and spread their arms, in harmony when their words perfectly layered over one-another's. It's like their souls momentarily bonded. There would always be a hole without Sonata to fill it, but at least they had managed to bond closer than ever before.

The air turned colder. The room darker when the candles they set started to snuff out. A low inhuman howl sounded. They increased the pitch and pace of their unholy mantra. The board shook and the symbols upon it started to shimmer and bleed. Warped screaming faces were visible on the poltergeists which manifested and swirled about them at rapid speeds.

Apparitions started to funnel into Rare's orifices which gaped open to accept them. Her belly swelled in an almost parody manner, like she was amidst a reverse birth, legs opened when her flower gushed in response while she slept.

“Now,” cried Dazzle when they broke off the ceremony, seized the slumbering form of Rarity between them, and she shouted, “This is our sacrifice to you! Use her as your vessel!” They simultaneously bit into her once the spirits made her their new home, the older sister biting into a buttock while the middle one a breast, biting and sucking on the delicious fatty flesh feast, mouths filled with her warm nectar. In turn the hollows of their fangs pumped their own blood back into her system.

When the pair withdrew they heaved, still attached by bloodied saliva strings to her. Rarity rose and her eyes snapped open. A predatory smile crossed her full lips, her irises cat-like, stained a demonic scarlet. “How quaint. You two never know when to leave well enough alone, do you? But I fear you've overstepped your bounds this time, dears.” Trickles of red ran from the tiny punctures upon her perfect alabaster skin. “No, I do believe it's well past due that you were reminded of your place.”

It was like invisible hands were seizing the Dazzlings all over when they were lifted up and suspended in mid-air. Like hundreds of hands started to roughly grope them all over at once. “Not again,” cried Aria with a sneer reminded of what Tirek's pet tentacled monstrosities had done to them. But something invisible stuffered her mouth which opened wide.

Their breasts and buttocks bounced, distended, and smooshed, pulled, spanked, and bitten by a legion of invisible entities, who continued to spread and molest them like they were nothing more than playthings. Their holes gaped open when they were filled by transparent cocks. They flushed and fell into the old, familiar submissive positions, despite repeated attempts to never be taken advantage of again, moaning even while bloody tears ran down their cheeks. Unseen mouths continued to suck upon them, and their eyes rolled into their heads when they came upon themselves and each other, slaves to their own unwanted pleasure.

Gobs of excessive ectoplasm were pumped into all their sex holes, over-and-over, innumerable spirits ready to take their turn. What should have been a small summoning had spiraled out of control, drawing immense power from the tear into reality Tirek had opened, and they had unintentionally called down a whole army's worth of evil spirits here in the process.

Rarity stretched wide. A whole legion of devils now swirled within her. Between their influence, and the vampire's kiss the sisters applied, her personality had been perverted into a grotesque parody of herself. A rip sounded from her back when a pair of leathery, bat-like wings tore free amidst a spray of crimson, and she smeared her own blood over her pallid veiny breasts, as she baptized herself in a blasphemous ritual of rebirth. Unlike these amateurs she'd seize the mantle as Queen of darkness!

However she wasn't entirely satisfied with this new form. No, she could further enhance herself. She recalled the mannequins she used to drape her costumes on, entranced by their eerie beauty, and was struck by a sudden bout of inspiration...

Author's Notes:

Sorry this took a while, went on a vacation and haven't had internet access outside my phone! Sorry if this is sloppily edited, no time to clean it up right now!