The downpour ceased once the crimson clouds were drawn away. Flash Sentry listened to the last pitter-patters, yet somehow the dawning silence didn't fill him with relief, but instead a gnawing in his knotted stomach. Sunset's last words kept playing in his head and he couldn't help but worry about her. “Please come back.” He sat on a bench in the historical preserve, strumming a few short ditties on his electric guitar, one of many comfort objects he'd never been able to part with.

There wasn't much to do in their downtime. Nor did he want to disturb anybody here, figuring they wanted to be alone. He toyed with the clear artificial geode on his chest, clasped upon a necklace. “Oh, hey Trixie.” She'd settled down next to him, kicking her feet. “Just us, huh? Guess the normies were left behind.” He chuckled.

“Oh, there's absolutely nothing 'normal' about us!” She suddenly turned pensive. “Sunset's lucky, you know. Not every guy would stick with her after all that's happened, especially with so many gorgeous women around.”

“It works both ways. Not every girl would let me have a threesome with two of her hot friends, either.” His mouth formed into a wry smile. “She made me who I am today. Without her I'd probably still be some scrawny, awkward loner.”

Trixie looked him over. “Hard to imagine you were ever like that!” She shared a laugh with him.

“By the way, do you know what Sonata's up to?”

“Probably in the 'freezer', as Trixie likes to call it. Coldest part of the museum. Unnaturally so, even. Seems like Wallflower used to store some food there? Anyhow, Adagio's, Aria's, and Inky's remains are placed there to try and keep them preserved. Sonata visits them all the time. It's like a morgue in there. Poor girl doesn't have anyone but Sunset now.”

He rose and laid his guitar down. “Maybe we should visit her?”

“Trixie has nothing better to do.” She led the way down the halls, their steps echoing. It was a fairly lengthy trip, but in time they came upon the unusually cold storage space, knocking twice before the entrance creaked open.

“Oh! Hey, come in!” Sonata waved them inside. Doing her best to put on a happy face, as she didn't want them to know she'd been moping moments before, they stepped into the chilly chamber where wisps rose about. Laid out on the floor were three shrouded, feminine forms. “It's like this place is haunted. I can't tell why it's so cold here, it just is?”

She removed the portion of cloth that covered her sister's now ashen faces. “Guess it's due to their vampire natures, but they haven't broken down at all! Poor Inky though...even if we somehow found a way to return her soul, her body's started to, um, decompose or something?” She waved a hand under her nose, the corpse left a distance from the others.

She'd stripped and washed the three the best she could before enshrouding them, ever hopeful that there might be some way to reclaim their souls no matter how unlikely it seemed. In truth it was more like denial at this point. For all she knew she was the last siren in existence; those who'd retreated to the deepest parts of Equestria's oceans over a thousand years ago had never been seen since. For the first time in her life she experienced the same sort of existential dread Aria and especially Adagio had.

Flash laid a tender hand on her shoulder. “It's...not healthy to focus too much on the past. Come on. Why don't we hang out?”

“Okay,” murmured Sonata with a pout, still staring at her sisters. She'd talk to them sometimes, reminisce about the old days. Even the way Aria used to beat her up all the time seemed comforting now. “What can we do, though?”

“Well, I do have this special deck of cards...” Trixie slid them from a sleeve, popped open the box, and showed her hand. It was similar to a poker deck but each had a nude figure of an Equestrian Suicidal Girl on one side. “Glad I splurged to purchase this set! It'll probably be a collector's item now that the town's gone to Hell! Also, it's a nice way to remember some old friends!”

Sonata's eyes went wide when she studied them. “Oh, here's Inky Rose, Pacific Glow, Wallflower Blush, and us?!” There the Dazzlings were, posing nude curled up to one-another with Adagio at the center while she and Aria were at her sides.

“Thought you'd like that! You can keep that one!” She accepted the card with her sisters and sniffled. “Oh, and this one's for you!” She tossed another card to Flash which had Sunset sprawled out naked atop a table in a sultry manner.

“Uh, thanks.” He sheepishly pocketed it. Following them out, the trio headed back to the central area, the most spacious section where not so long ago the Rainbooms had been training in. Sitting in a circle Trixie dealed out the cards while they chatted, bringing back memories of better times. Laughter and smiles were traded between them in a rare calm moment these days.

They also practiced their meditation a little, as they'd found vampires needed very little blood to actually survive, so long as they didn't call upon their more advanced abilities which she and Sonata hadn't tapped into anyhow.

What none of them realized was that a swarm of revenants had finally wandered in their direction. Numbering in the hundreds, the near mindless creatures were driven by base instincts, and sensed that the living were currently holed up inside...

Whenever she was alone Luna would obsessively practice the small amount of dark magic still infused ti her. She called upon black flames which danced between her palms and burned cold. Thankfully she appeared to be immune to their effects. They were a reminder of how far she'd fallen, which made her all the more determined to somehow make amends.

Hearing soft heels click behind her, she snuffed out the fire. “Hello, sister.” She bowed her head. “Cadance.” She withered under her touch, pained by how quick she'd been to forgive her. “What may I do for you?”

“You don't have to do anything,” answered Cadance warmly. “We're simply worried about you.”

“Me? You've been through far worse. The death of your husband, what I did to you...” She shuddered and drew away from her.

Celestia took her hands. “Like we said before, it could have happened to any of us. Who knows? Had I been turned, I might have done even worse?” She raised a hand mouthward and tittered. “Anyhow, it's all water under the bridge. Let's start anew.”

“Please,” urged Cadance. “If not for yourself, than me. Don't let what happened weigh you down. Use it to become even stronger.” There were nights when she still had nightmares about what she'd witnessed, but spending time with Celestia had helped ease them. Nevertheless she always felt the void in her heart Shining Armor once filled.

“Very well. I shall do my best.” They opened their arms for a group hug, and after a moment's hesitation she relented, drawn into their warm hold. “Who knows? Perhaps we'll be able to rebuild Equestrian Suicidal Girls, after this is all over.”

A crash sounded elsewhere. Snapping to attention, they rushed out of the room, following the sound to the source. Glass shards decorated the floor where a window had been punched in, the first zombie headed in their direction. She raised her hands and ignited it in black flames which enveloped the former citizen, who withered and screamed.

Thankfully the black fires responded to her will and didn't spread any further than she wished them to, enabling her to keep them safely contained. “Stay behind me,” she warned as more undead started to spill inside.

“Maybe we should've asked one of the geode users to stay behind,” said Cadance.

“You do look like you'd fit right in with an ESG set,” quipped Celestia when she watched her sister, with purple locks trailing behind her and the metal bikini she still wore reflecting the blaze off its silver metallic sheen each time she worked her magic.

“Admire my lunar beauty later,” mused Luna who couldn't help but pinken a little at the compliment.

Cadance and Celestia fetched the heaviest swords they could handle in display, unwilling to simply sit by but likewise worried they'd simply be in her way. They hung back, watching the areas Luna couldn't focus on, fearing that from the mass of shadows outside they would eventually be overwhelmed by sheer numbers.

Tree Hugger rushed to join them, carrying an old-fashioned rifle with a bayonet and a box filled with what appeared to be live ammo. “Hope these are still good, you know? Been in storage for sometime.” She hated to use violence in any situation, but she tried to convince herself they weren't really alive, that it was unlikely they could ever be turned back.

She loaded the weapon, carefully took aim, and provided cover-fire, kicked back a bit by the recoil when a zombie's head exploded into pulp. "Groovy," she remarked trying to psych herself up so she could follow through with the oncoming slaughter.

Crunches sounded overhead. Pieces of the roof were torn away, buried under the undead, who dropped in and invaded. Some of their number made their way to the cold room, ripping the shrouds from the now denuded trio of Adagio, Aria, and Inky. Rough hands lifted the pale corpses, licking, suckling, and fondling them, many of the zombies still maintaining a primal lust.

Thanks to the blood they'd soaked up from the storms, some even managed to get erections, and they quickly started to fill every orifice of the corpses they could, pinning them orally, vaginally, and anally between them. Flesh quivered under their almost lifeless forms as they brutally impaled them, grunting and molesting their cadavers as they sought out a sliver of relief.

The soul jars rattled on a shelf nearby under the force of savage thrusts while they were taken, little more than fleshy dolls now.

Groans echoed in the chambers each time they released inside them, and with a wet pop they'd pull free, cum trailing from gaping, well-used fuckholes when another took their place. From holes in the ceiling blood dripped upon them, seeping into their mouths. While they no longer had souls to animate them, Adagio and Aria started to stir regardless, reanimated into little more than empty shells with glazed-over eyes once the essence stirred up their vampiric nature and fueled their flesh.

They had been taken well over a hundred times before the sisters pulled themselves free. Inky was still skewered between three meaty cocks, gnarled hands upon her head while one deepthroated her, while two more slammed her lower entrances between them, her buttocks juttering and well-smeared with their seed. Yet the duo felt nothing anymore; just the instinct to survive.

What the sirens did recall in their now simple manner was that they had a third member. One they wished to be reunited with. These twisted parodies of their former selves moved on, determined to hunt down Sonata and make her like them.

On patrol Spike and the Sphinx circled the perimeter many times, sniffing the air, their senses obfuscated by the lingering stench of blood which suffused the atmosphere. But they sensed something was lurking nearby, hiding in the maze of thickets on the sides of the roads, watching them with colorful eyes which struggled to blend in with the rest of her.

The beasts paused when she nuzzled him affectionately, and he licked her cheek in return. She licked his wounds, the pair sniffing one-another, eager to get their freak on some more. But no, priorities! He'd once wanted to take every woman he could as part of his pack, but this curious creature had managed to tame him, and he was perfectly content to mate for life with her.

With her keeper Somnambula perished, she'd chosen one of those responsible for her defeat, Twilight Sparkle, as her new mistress. She valued strength, intelligence, and courage, finding it all in this new group. Spike was exactly the sort of mate she'd always desired. They had rutted a number of times, in hopes they could produce some sort of offspring to complete their biological purpose. He offered his unspoken loyalty to her, despite how much he lusted after the others, particularly Rarity.

Their ears perked up when bushes rustled, and in the blink-of-an-eye a dark figure hurtled out at unbelievable speeds, mouth opened to expose sharp teeth and claws raised. The Sphinx reacted instinctively, leaping up to intervene, warmth exploding from her breast in a red mist when she took a mortal blow intended for her lover. Her form slumped before the succubus Queen.

Spike howled in pain and slashed at Chrysalis, who hurtled back, evading the wild swipes of his claws. They circled one-another, both on all fours, while the Sphinx continued to bleed out, her eyes dulling with each passing second. Blood ran down her lips which she licked, dripping down her heaving, hanging breasts and beading on her nipples where it dripped down.

His eyes growled when his bestial instincts consumed him. He wanted to tear her to pieces. Adrenaline kicked in, and he dived on her, knocking her onto her back with a sudden leap and winding her. Hot drool ran over her tits when he pinned her in place.

She squirmed under him, and he shoved his veiny cock into her cunt, which watered when his knot started to swell, locking in place while his girth spread her wide open. She winced when he started violently pounding her wobbly ass into the cement, generous udders slapping up-and-down when he roughly claimed her, determined to thoroughly humiliate and punish her.

Her face twisted in a mix of pain and pleasure when his member throbbed, spurting repeated shots into her uterus. Unsatisfied, he jerked back several times until his knot popped free of her torn hole, despite the searing ache in his loins. He flipped her over, spreading her asscheeks and asshole wide, grinding his knot against it until he wormed into her backside.

His claws squeezed her breasts so hard they threatened to pop,, leaving red streaks across them with his nails while he hammered against her with hateful humps again. He wanted to break her like she'd broken his heart.

He bit her neck while he dominated her. Despite it all she screamed in ecstasy, squirting all over him as her holes clenched, and in the midst of her multiple orgasms he drew his claw across her throat, ending her existence once more. She continued to milk his cock even while she 'died' anew, squeezing him so hard he emptied into her rectum until his swollen balls emptied.

Eventually he pulled free of Chrysalis and padded back over to the Sphinx. She looked up at him weakly with half-lidded eyes, rolling onto her back and spreading open, signaling him to take her once last time since she was too weak to move. He shared a kiss with her, and pushed his now softened penis into her wet folds, her limbs wrapping around him to draw him in close.

After a few thrusts he was knotting her, lapping at her swollen titties, and she mewled when he nibbled and tugged on her erect nipples. She purred while they bred, squirting on him until his fur was soaked and matted, gripping onto him tightly and drawing out the pleasure to remind herself she still lived. They cried out, cumming together as he struck her cervix hole and jizzed directly into her slimy womb, her heart and breathing slowing as he spilled himself into his lover.

He cradled her after he'd finished and howled some more over her now stilled corpse. Remaining embedded in her for what felt like an eternity, his paws closed her eyes, and he pulled free of her, before he headed back to his allies. He'd dealt with the threat but lost what mattered to him in the process. But at least he still had the rest of his companions.

Twilight was still asleep. She'd been patched up by Moondancer who still knelt by her, while Applejack and Fluttershy hovered nearby. For the moment they were stranded and pride kept them from summoning aid.

He walked up to Shy and whimpered. “Oh no,” she whispered kneeling next to him and stroking his head. “I'm so sorry. The Sphinx was slain by Chrysalis,” she called to the others translating his feelings with aid from her geode, the markings alight across her bared flesh. “She apparently came back as a zombie? But he dealt with her.”

“I'll bury her if ya like,” offered AJ. He nodded in satisfaction. It was more than kinship. He respected her as a fellow warrior. He'd probably never find another perfect match like her. Leading the cowgirl to the scene, her freckled, muscular arms picked up Sphinx, carried it into a clearing into the woods, and set it down while she summoned up the closest weapon she could find to a spade from the museum. He helped dig beside her, working his back claws as well while he tossed back piles of dirt.

“You'll be fine Twilight,” whispered Moondancer who knelt beside her and rubbed a wet cloth on her forehead. “I swear it.”

However Fluttershy wasn't so certain. If they were attacked now she wasn't certain their numbers would be enough to hold off the enemy. She tuned her collar to make certain none of her friends nearby would be alerted, clicking it as she sent an S.O.S. To the rest of her allies. Thankfully they'd been configured to also serve as tracking devices, so they shouldn't be hard to find.

But would anyone be able to come? She prayed Sunset and her party were nearby. Perhaps her friends would feel like she'd betrayed them, but she didn't care about some stupid, petty rivalry. Just that they somehow made it out of this horror show alive.