A small lab had been set up in Twilight Sparkle's house where she routinely ran experiments. It was like something out of a penny dreadful, test tubes, beakers, electrodes, and other such equipment on display, making her look like some sort of modern day mad scientist. She wore a pair of spectacles, a buttoned-up lab coat, and heels that clicked on the floor while she hummed and worked. She liked to work in the dark whenever possible, shadows cast over the usually clinical white interior.

Seated on a counter nearby was her faithful pet, Spike, who wagged his tail and lolled his tongue. He yipped when she absentmindedly pulled a biscuit from a pocket and caught it with a chomp. A buzz sounded at the door. “Come in!”

The mechanized door she'd installed herself slid open to welcome Sunset Shimmer and Flashy Sentry. The trio had started a casual relationship, testing the waters, trying to figure out how compatible they really were. Perhaps they'd all settle down together permanently someday? But for now, they were content to simply enjoy one-another in their spare time.

“Hey, Twilight!” He smiled with a casual wave. “How would you like breakfast?”

“What?! Is it really that late, er, early? Looks like I've lost track of time again!” She wiped her brow.

Sunset couldn't help but laugh. “Classic Twilight!” She looked at the stacks of books scattered about, and a blackboard covered in all kinds of complicated equations. “Ugh, last thing I want to think about is more schooling.” They were about to graduate from Canterlot Academy and would have to decide what to do next with their lives. She stopped by the geodes, which hovered in place within small bottles, the dust gradually reforming back into the stones which had been smashed.

“Better we don't rely on them too much like you've suggested,” said Twilight who looked with her. “Oh, and breakfast sounds great!” She kissed them both. “Maybe I should change into something more comfortable...” She shyly undid the buttons to her coat, one-by-one, opening it to reveal she was wearing absolutely nothing beneath. While her dimensions would be considered rather average, she was certainly well-shaped, which she was reminded of when the pair's eyes were pinned to her assets.

“I suddenly feel a little overdressed,” said Sunset with a wink at Flash.

He smiled back. “Why not? We're the only ones here.” He started by removing Sunset's jacket, than the rest of her old costume with its purple top and black skirt, but like most of her lovers he left the choker and fuck-me boots they couldn't resist. She in turn removed his shirt, pants, and shoes, until they finished by removing each other's undergarments with a shared laugh.

Rather than bother going all the way to the kitchen, they broke out the snacks Twilight kept around for those late nights, mostly a bunch of peanut butter crackers Trixie had given Sunset. They dipped them in some cheese dip from a jar Flash popped open with a twist, and they broke the tabs on some sodas, which fizzled much like the contents of chemical concoctions on display.

“Surprise win, huh?” Sunset dug a few photos from her set aside purse and tossed them out. The winners from the firs Equestrian Suicidal Girls contest were banned from competing with the recount; in third place were Lyra and Bon Bon, who most agreed made a rather cute couple. In second place Octavia and Vinyl Scratch had barely squeezed ahead, probably because the pair were famous up-and-coming musicians. And in first? A surprise win from a lone entry, Wallflower Blush, who after her steamy photo shoot certainly wouldn't be forgotten by anybody anytime soon! “Well, she deserves it.”

“She's cute,” admitted Flash who looked at the girl posing naked in a garden. “Not as cute as you two, of course!”

“Ha, no worries. We're not the jealous types,” reminded Sunset who put her arms around their shoulders. “Besides, we like looking too, right Twi?” She smirked at her adorkable lover who blushed but couldn't turn away from the pictures.

“She is...anatomically well-designed,” said Twi who chewed on her lower lip. “Almost hypnotic!”

“You and your science. Just admit she's sexy.” Sunset elbowed her ribs. “I'm going to visit Sunny's grave later.” She hated to darken the mood, but she still felt partially responsible for what happened to her counterpart here, and wanted to pay her respects on a regular basis. “Plus, Sonata should be out on parole soon. I'd better see her, too.”

Flash furrowed his brow. “You really trust her?”

“It doesn't matter. Maybe she'll never turn completely straight, but she'll need love and friendship if she ever wants any hope of a normal life. She's mostly pretty harmless outside of Adagio's and Aria's influence...I hope.” She took another photo Sonata had given her, laughing and shaking her head at the girl bending over and mooning her, sticking her tongue out. A blue lipstick kiss mark and lots of Xs and Os were written next to Sonata Dusk's signed name written in a surprisingly fancy manner.

“Just be careful I don't want her dragging you into her problems,” said Flash.

“Yeah, yeah. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. But thank you.” She petted Spike's head who came to eat more snacks Twi tossed out beside them. “Oh, and experimenting on your dog? A bit questionable, Twilight.”

“Come on, you know I'd never hurt him! I want to see if I can somehow make him smarter, maybe increase his life span.” She nodded at the machinery she sometimes hooked him up to. “He's such a trooper! And I've offered him a lot of treats in return.” He barked when she dropped another bone-shaped biscuit into his mouth which he crunched down on.

“Okay, I'll trust your judgment.” She watched Twi set him back up on a counter, attach a small metal helmet, and a bunch of electrodes all over him. The connected machinery buzzed to life and readouts were printed showing his statistics. He yipped and slobbered, well-trained to wait patiently in place. It as all a little above her. Sure, Sunset and Twi were said to be equals in smarts, but she was far more of a hands-on, people person. All this tedious, dry book learning tended to bore her.

As they ate and chatted a storm broke outside. Raindrops lashed the house with a continuous thump, and the wind howled, picking up speed. None of them had anticipated weather like this. It almost seemed...supernatural. A lightning storm crackled in the dark sky, and struck the building, the equipment connected to Spike glowing and smoking from the surge.

The stench of burning and fusing wires suffused the air. He shimmered for a moment, yelped, and toppled over unconscious. “Spike!” Twilight ran to his side followed closely by Sunset and Flash as she disconnected the items from his twitching form. “Thank God, he's okay! Just fast asleep.” She smiled and cradled him in her arms, tickling his underbelly.

The charge continued to radiate throughout him, suffusing him with a dark magic...

Aria returned to the warehouse where her mysterious master made their lair. Hidden away from civilization in a rather remote part of the city, she'd been given her own room and told she could do what she liked with it, so long as it didn't interfere with their plans. Basically, she had to keep their actions on the down-low. She'd carried the denuded Pacific Glow home with her unnatural strength and speed, then tossed her like a sack of potatoes onto her bed. “Welcome home, bitch.”

The raveslut blinked awake several times, then weakly shrank away, still weakened from all the blood she'd drained. She touched the tender pair of bite marks upon one of her tits. She whispered, “A-are you planning to kill me?”

“Nah. Not unless you force my hand.” She'd only killed a couple of people. Sombra had deserved it so far as she was concerned, and as for Sunny, well, she'd actually been aiming for Sunset Shimmer, not her doppleganger. Oh well, shit happens! She'd finally drawn first blood and proven how dangerous she could be. But she realized upon her rebirth that she'd never truly 'lived' until she became a vampire! All her senses seemed heightened when she drew upon the darkness. “You're my bitch now.”

She seized her throat hard and made her choke a little. She wasn't even particularly interested in her sexually. Not that she was remotely bad looking, but she wasn't really her type. Too soft, too dumb. No, she simply loved the power she held over her. She fetched one of the razor-blades she'd lifted on her trip out from her stuff, and flicked the shining blade out, pressing the flat side to the trembling wench's breast. She snickered and sneered, tracing a pepperoni-like nipple as if she'd slice it off.

“D-don't,” whimpered Glow pathetically, wincing and wetting the bed once she started to barely cut a thin line across one of her boobs. Aria licked up the warm, fresh nectar, slurping as it ran down her chin. She tossed the knife aside which embedded itself in a wall with a quiver, and squeezed more crimson from her udder, rubbing it on her palms and lathering it upon her own small perky breasts. She used more of it to draw war paint upon her cheeks, making her look even fiercer. “P-please...”

“Be a good little slave and shut it, you stupid sow. Behave and I'll let you drink a bit of my blood. You're hungry, aren't you?” It seemed to come instinctively to her; all the new abilities of a vampire. She'd fed her slave a bit of her own tainted blood while she slept and connected Glow to her. “Soon you'll beg for it,” she said crawling naked atop her terrified, submissive slave-slut.

The door creaked open and her mysterious master entered, still dressed in a black buttoned-up coat and hat which made him look rather old-fashioned. Now that she could see them a little better, they appeared to be an old man, his skin blood red and his hair a white mess. His eyes burned yellow. He was tall and thin to the point he appeared withered. “You...Tirek?”

“Call me Lord Tirek, my pet. Long have I searched for my place in this world. Instead, I've decided to bring more Equestrian magic to me. The very blackest kind.” He cupped her chin. “My latest ritual has unleashed a storm upon the city which will shroud it in darkness and violence for the rest of the day, allowing us to carry out our work in peace.”

He walked in a circle around the bed with hands clasped behind him, studying the pair. “Oh, and you may keep your little blood slave. She'd pose little threat to me, even if you turned her. Hell, she can even help us! Serve me well, and I will offer a reward I think you'll be most pleased with.” He removed another blood packet from his coat and tossed it to them. “Drink up, both of you. You'll need all your strength for what's coming. We'll move out within the hour. Be ready.” He stalked away.

Aria shivered. He was even worse news than Sombra. She'd been surprised to discover the pair even had counterparts in this world. With a shrug, she popped her fangs, and punctured the baggie, which splattered over the bodies of the pair who greedily scooped and drank the sticky contents. She felt a warmth fill her with each ambrosia-like drop she consumed.

She'd learned that vampires could apparently survive in the sunlight; they were simply rendered normal humans. She decided not to bother with clothes anymore unless absolutely necessary. Not to attract others or anything so pathetic; nah, she loved the way it thrilled her, like she was some wild, bestial predator constantly on the hunt. Time to fuck some more shit up!

Thunder roared and lightning crackled all over the city. Blackouts struck all over and car alarms blared. Heavy winds whipped around trees and rain poured down like the tears of God. The graveyard flooded, softening the dirt, earthworms crawling to the surface. Lord Tirek led his servants here under the cover of darkness, Aria happily soaking in the cool wind and raindrops on her bared skin, Pacific shivering as she'd been given back her scanty and now soaked tube top, booty shorts, and sneakers.

They came upon a particular grave which hadn't been there that long. He handed them both shovels, and planted his own in the soil, as they started to dig like madmen. While the ritually-induced bedlam was supposed to last the entire day, forcing most normal citizens inside their homes, he dared not take unnecessary chances. Eventually they uncovered the worm-covered casket. He ripped the lid off its hinges with a strength that belied his appearance, revealing the pale corpse inside.

“As I thought.” He stroked his small, wispy beard. “Still preserved, due to Sombra's dark magic.”

'Sunny', AKA the Sunset Shimmer of this world, had died from a stab to the midsection by Aria's knife. The wound was still visible, and she'd been dressed in the blue costume Sunset had given her as a final farewell. She looked rather peaceful, like a sleeping Princess from a fairy tale. Aria shuddered at the sight of her, feeling compelled to look away. “She...she deserved it! She shouldn't have gotten in the way! If not for her, I might've been able to sway Sunset over to our side!” She dreamed of becoming lovers with Shimmer, raising all kinds of hell, and finally backstabbing Adagio and taking her rightful place as lead siren!

He directed his followers to carry the carcass home. Another pawn he could use in his schemes. Sombra had the right ideas about some things, but he'd let ego and hedonism render him sloppy. Well, he'd certainly paid for that. Flim and Flam were missing, presumed dead, while Adagio Dazzle was on the run. But with his connections, it wasn't hard to track her potential whereabouts. Likewise, he knew Sonata Dusk would be free soon, and they'd finally have a shot at her.

Aria stretched once they deposited Sunny's wet and slippery corpse on a mat Tirek had prepared. Droplets rolled down her nubile flesh, nipples hard from the cold. “So, you plan to turn her too, huh? What for? I don't really follow your plan.”

“You don't need to. Pacific Glow, watch over the body.” She trembled but didn't dare refuse. “What I'm about to show Aria isn't for more...sensitive eyes.” Not that he cared about her feelings, but he anticipated lots of annoying whining and crying which he was in no mood to deal with in his usual blunt manner. He went to the innermost sections of the dim warehouse and Aria followed. Their steps echoed, tinkling sounding outside. Eventually a low moan could be heard in the very back.

“Your reward,” he said and clicked on a light overhead. What she saw was a naked figure, apparently masculine, although it was difficult to tell with how badly burnt he was. He'd been tied to a chair with arms behind him, charred skin blackened, and he reeked of cooked meat. “I figured killing him once wouldn't be enough for you, my little slave.”

Aria balked. “I-impossible. Sombra?!” She nearly retched at the horrific sight.

“Indeed, indeed. When you burnt down The Shadow Dimensions a beam fell and broke his spine, burying him there while the inferno consumed him. Make no mistake. He did die that day. I used the smallest trace of blood possible to revive him.” He patted the melted cheek and his victim screamed. “Calm yourself. It's not me you have to fear.”

She'd never forgotten the way he'd humiliated her. How Adagio had whored her out to Sombra in return for his aid and told her to get over it when she complained. She touched her cheeks as warm, bloody tears painted them. “You're right. It wasn't enough!” She spat on the bald, skull-like face, his once chiseled flesh now skeletal. “What do I-”

“Whatever you wish. He is yours. Kill him. Keep him as a pet. Whatever thrills you. Turn him...if you dare.” With a muted chuckle Tirek turned and left the room, his steps becoming more distant by the second. He'd acquired most of Sombra's resources. He was little use to him now. The poor fool had never even realized how much of a hand he'd had in his schemes.

Aria considered all her options as she studied the scorched, half-dead occultist. “You said I was your favorite among my sisters, right?” He looked weakly at her with those crimson eyes, now hollow. She plopped down on his lap, and he shrieked as she landed on his tender muscles, straddling him and digging her nails into his back. If his tear ducts hadn't melted together he would've sobbed. She was certain without Tirek's supernatural powers he would've died again several times over.

“How do you like me now?” She laughed like a hyena, giving him what under normal circumstances would have been the most amazing lap dance of his life. At least the now unwanted intensity was still there. Once she would have found this disgusting. Now? She couldn't get enough of demonstrating her allure, making him suffer as he had when he dominated her.

His screams echoed through the warehouse and he buckled, falling unconscious several times as she rode him. Not that she dared show any trace of mercy to this misogynistic prick! She left him for the moment and would return to torture him later.

Unbeknownst to her, Pacific Glow had sneaked away, barely able to hold back sobs as she witnessed what had become of a father-figure and lover.

Whatever his failings as a human being, he'd taken care of her and Inky Rose. She wanted to believe he wasn't that bad a man, even if he pretentiously called himself the most evil person who'd ever lived as he trafficked in the occult. Certainly, she didn't remotely believe he deserved this torture.

"There's not much time! Drink from me." Glow offered her cut breast to his mouth, which he closed around her nipple, and suckled like a baby. She moaned low, determined to nurse him back to health.

Author's Notes:

The bits about the geodes and the contest winners we're originally supposed to be in the Equestrian Suicidal Girls epilogue, but I'd forgotten. Oops!