The violent storm refused to abate. It continued to sweep across the partially flooded city in an almost Apocalyptic manner. By the time Sunset Shimmer decided to brave the disaster with her friends in tow, an entire day had passed, and they came upon the downcast graveyard where several of the tombstones had toppled over. Mud sloshed under their shoes. The wind whipped her hair about and lashed her face. She held hands with Twilight Sparkle, while Flash Sentry followed close by with hands in his jean pockets. Their heavy coats rattled as leaves, twigs, and trash sailed by them in the howling air.

She pushed against the gale, climbed the hill, and spotted Sunny's desecrated grave. It had obviously been dug up recently, now filled with water that flooded the empty coffin. Fists curled at her sides. “Who would do such an awful thing?!” Adagio? She was on the run most likely. Aria? Dead. Sonata? In prison and they were on good terms. Sombra? Also dead.

Twilight squatted down to observe, adjusting her glasses which she repeatedly wiped. “We'll find out, Sunset. I promise.”

“Yeah, you can count on us.” Flash had driven him there in his car despite the dangers, but he'd occasionally look back at his vehicle over his shoulder, relieved every time he saw Spike leaning on a window inside happily wagging his tail. A buzz sounded from his cellphone, and he pulled it out. “Hey. It's Inky Rose. I've told her to head this way.”

Twilight checked her phone too. “Looks like she's been mass-messaging everyone, blowing up their phones. Must be important! It's not like Inky. She usually prefers to talk in person. I've had my phone shut off so my experiments wouldn't be interrupted...”

“And I turned off mine because I was sick of warnings waking me up,” said Sunset. “I hope she's not in trouble!”

“Here she comes now.” Flash waved. “Hey, Inky!” She was wearing her usual gothic attire, this time a spider-web like black dress that matched her full-body tattoos underneath. Her hair was tied in double braids that came over her slender shoulders, and her makeup had obviously been running from more rain, her eyes red from tears. She carried an umbrella over a shoulder.

Her clothes clung to her in an alluring manner, making her appear almost naked, not helped by how she didn't bother to wear any undergarments. Not that the spokesperson for Equestrian Suicidal Girls minded being nude for others. Her perky nipples peeked through her top, and her shapely buttocks rolled with her sultry hips with each strode she took.

“Have any of you seen Pacific Glow?!” In contrast to her usual slow, soft-spoken self, she sounded almost hysterical. “She never came home from her job the other night. Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash were there, but that's about all I know.” She closed her eyes. “I'm supposed to look after her! I've let her down. I should've been there to walk her home-”

“You can't blame yourself.” Sunset frowned. “Come on. We'll talk it over somewhere safer.”

Inky looked to the flooded pit. “Sunny...” She hugged her. “I'm sorry, I was so worried about Pacific Glow I didn't even consider your feelings.” She did her best to share her umbrella with them as they headed back to the sports car. He opened the door for them in a gentlemanly fashion, and she scooped up Spike. “Hey, is it just me or has Spike gotten bigger?”

“No way!” But Twi paused when she studied her pet. “Hmm, okay, maybe you have a point. Weird. I don't think he's due for any more growth spurts. Guess the experiments I've run on him might've worked? I'll have to study it some more!”

They piled into the car and took what few roads were remotely safe back home. Sunset knew Sonata was due to be temporarily released on probation soon, thanks to Celestia pulling strings to lower her sentence down much as she could. Would they still be able to meet up? She'd invited Dusk over to her place once she was out, and hoped she'd be able to make it.

An armband was attached to Sonata's wristband to monitor her. She'd have to report to her probation officer at certain times, and a number of things were barred to her, but she stretched in the open air despite the nasty weather, thankful she had some limited freedom again! She'd promised Sunset she'd behave. With good behavior she hoped after a couple of years her sentence would be up. Then she could start anew, despite the loss of her beloved sisters, who she still missed even now.

With hands behind her she skipped and whistled, thankful she'd been given her old clothes back. Certainly made a change from a prison uniform. It wan't even afternoon yet it looked like night time. “Ooh, scary.” She pulled out some bubblegum Sunset had sent her, popped a piece in her mouth, then chewed it until she could blow a bubble, which she popped with a smile.

A shadow whipped by down the street. She quirked an eyebrow when it ducked between buildings of the closed down business district. “Huh?” She wanted to call for a cab or something, but her options were pretty limited at the moment, and she wouldn't be caught dead at a shelter if she could help it! She broke into a run, deciding to head straight to Sunset's crib.

“Sonata Dusk. Dear little sister.” An almost inhuman snicker sounded from somewhere near.

“W-who?” She stopped, knock-kneed. “Adagio? Is that you?”

“Try again, dumbass.” Something heavy landed on her from the rooftop, and she was slammed to the slippery concrete under the weight, her attacker sitting on her butt to pin her face-down. A razor-blade pressed to Dusk's throat.

“A-A-Aria?!” Sonata sniffled and laughed. “Aria! I thought you were dead!” She rolled under the middle sister to face her with a wide smile. “Come on, do we have to fight? It's almost like old times!” She looked her over. “Um, why are you nakey?”

“Are you too stupid to realize how much danger you're...never mind. You are that stupid,” mused Aria as she stared at the runt of the sirens. She hissed and exposed her fangs, eyes turning red, and a warmth filled Dusk's panties as she wet them, squirming under the vampiress. “Getting it now, huh? Remember that time we attacked Trixie?” She demonstrated by sliding her knife into Sonata's shirt, slitting it open and peeling it apart, followed by her bra strap which she snapped open.

Sonata froze up even more when her heavy breasts spilled free with a bounce. The cold air made her wide nipples perk up. She winced and yelped when Aria tweaked one, pulling and twisting it with savage glee. “I-I submit! I'm sorry!” She sobbed remembering all the times Aria had taken out her rage on her. “I-I love you, Aria! Can't we just be happy sisters for once?!”

“We will be...soon!” With another hiss Aria bit into her little sister's udder, lips closing around the nipple, which she greedily suckled at. Warmth filled her mouth as she suckled, and Dusk flushed as she moaned, a new wetness spreading across the crotch of her panties. She wiggled under her until her skirt hiked up all the way past her child-bearing hips, her soaked undergarments now see-through as they clung to her tight pussy and generous buttocks. She surrendered to sheer bliss.

Once the vampiress finally withdrew, Sonata's titties rapidly heaved, slippery like the rest of her and now adorned with twin pinpricks on the right tit. Her head swam with delirium. “W...wha you do to me...?” She mumbled as her eyes sleepily darted about her blurring surroundings. Aria tossed the blade aside with a clink, moved off her, and slid Dusk's panties completely off her, then wadded them up into a ball and stuffed them into her little sister's mouth with another laugh.

“You talk too much!” Aria cupped her sister's cheek and patted it a couple times, her muffled reply lost in the cotton bundle. “You're mine, now. But don't worry. I'll go easy on you. Not like that cunt Adagio.” She considered all the ways she could pay back their eldest sister. Set her poofy hair on fire? Cunt fuck her with a razorblade-covered baseball bat? Skin her alive?

Of course she could only do whatever Tirek would permit. She'd have to deal with that asshole eventually...

Lord Tirek stood in the warehouse and stroked his beard. He rarely turned anyone into another full vampire. Most were simply transformed into ghouls, such as Pacific Glow and Sombra, mere blood junkies who could only draw on a fraction of their supernatural power and were usually used to carry out mundane tasks. His latest pawn was Sunny, who he'd had Glow strip and bathe, before he brought her back to the world of the living. “Ah, the doppleganger. Welcome back, Sunny.”

She sat up on the bed, nude and shivering, clasping her arms to her chest. “A-and you are...?”

“Lord Tirek. Your new master. Bow down before me.” She reluctantly did as he commanded, sliding off the blanket and kneeling. He cupped her chin with a low chuckle. “Now, how best to use you, my sweet little pawn...”

Sunny shivered as a droplet of water leaked from above and struck her naked skin. “Got a smoke I can bum off you? No? How about something hard to drink?” She tried to play it cool, but it was obvious she was in deep shit. She hoped that her counterpart and her friends were all okay. “Tirek, was it? Are you like, the Devil or something?”

He chuckled. “Probably the closest approximation in this world. Well, Sombra did attempt to summon Satan. It would seem he encountered something much worse than he ever could have imagined. You do amuse me, Sunny one.”

He'd let Aria off her leash for now, informing her of when Sonata would be released, and how she could track her down. But he forbade her to turn or kill the wayward siren. That pleasure would be reserved for him! So lost was he in his latest project that he didn't notice Pacific Glow slip away, the silly wench usually considered beneath his notice.

Glow quickly but quietly made her way to the back of the warehouse. She stopped before his burnt form and offered her breast to him once more. “Not too much,” he'd warned her. “Or else they'll notice.” He'd taken the bare minimum to heal a little and dull the pain. Now he bit into her tit once more, her low moan swallowed as the ghoul siphoned more blood from her.

In a moment of weakness when she'd first came to him he'd begged her to end his miserable life. Of course she'd refused. She loved him with all her heart even though he'd always treated her as second-rate next to Inky Rose. Not that there seemed to be a jealous bone in her body. She loved them dearly as if they were her own family. And he supposed they were.

Wheels turned in his head. He'd have to bide his time. Find some way to somehow turn this horror show to his advantage...

A meeting was promptly called by Sunset, who decided it best if they meet at Tree Hugger's little cottage in the middle of nowhere. She sent out an invitation by phone to nearly all their friends, even Trixie who'd helped them in the past despite their differences, and Moondancer who was still kind of on the outs with their group once they'd discovered her role in the Dazzlings' schemes. Flash picked up those who had trouble making it, until the group had piled into the studio-like interior.

Tree Hugger raised an open palm, with that usual lazy-eyed look and crooked smile. “Salutations and, like, welcome friends.” She led them inside through a bead curtain where she and Fluttershy had already prepared a number of snacks set out on a low table. Bowls were overrun with fresh fruits and rolls, while tea cups were set out, their contents steaming. Mats covered the floors where she and Shy practiced yoga, and canvases with her abstract artwork lined the outskirts of the interior.

“It's so wonderful to see you all,” said Fluttersy with a curtsy. “Oh, except...” She looked to Inky sympathetically.

“I'm such a terrible friend!” Pinkie slammed her head down on the table she was seated indian-style before. “There I was, getting piss drunk when I should've walked Pacific Glow home! If anything's happened to her-”

“Let's not jump to conclusions!” Rainbow Dash crossed her arms. “Maybe she needs some time alone?”

“Not likely,” said Inky who was still dripping wet as Hugs and Flutters toweled her down. “She's always been rather...clingy. She doesn't like to be alone for long. Plus, we were supposed to meet that night. It's completely unlike her to flake out.”

“Chill, sister. First, let's get you out of those wet clothes.” Hugs removed the silk garments from the goth girl who didn't resist; she'd hardly care about modesty now, especially since they'd all seen her naked before. They continued to towel her down, and Shy let loose her braids, combing them out. “Just relax and we'll, like, totally take care of everything, you know?”

Moondancer, who'd quietly and glumly settled into a corner, spoke up. “I say we form a few search parties and comb the city.”

“Not a bad idea,” mused Trixie who studied her fingernails. “Except Trixie's scooter is totally useless in this dangerous weather. Heck, Flash's car could end up washed away at this rate! Who knows when the rain'll let up?”

“We cannot simply abandon a friend,” urged Rarity. “Why, imagine yourselves in her place!”

“I'm with Rarity,” said Applejack who paced the room. “I dunno 'bout ya'll, but I can't stand to sit on our butts feelin' helpless!”

“Also,” said Twilight. “What if the phone signals are lost? We'll all end up stranded. We have to be smart about this. If only we could use the geodes...but they're still too unstable. Attempt it now, and we might lose them forever!”

“Sonata's probably out there too...” Sunset chewed her nails and constantly checked her phone. No response to her texts. She turned to Tree Hugger and Fluttershy. “You two, stay and hold down the fort, will you? We'll all meet back here if something happens.” They nodded. “That means you too, Spike.” He whined and let his ears droop as she petted him.

They split into two teams; Sunset, Twilight, Flash, Trixie, and at her insistence Moondancer in one, while Applejack, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Inky Rose made up the other. “I could call Fuschia and Lavender to help,” offered Trixie who still felt like she owed Shimmer for all she'd done. “Those two slackers could probably use the practice!”

“No, I don't want to put anyone needlessly at risk,” said Sunset. “Just ask them to inform us if they hear anything, okay?” She even considered calling on Celestia, Luna, or maybe even Cadance for help, but couldn't help but admit they all still intimidated her a little. Plus, she didn't want to risk getting the authorities involved unless absolutely necessary. More unwanted problems. No, they'd handle this on their own. At a loss about what else to do, the small party filed out to begin their search.

Tirek took their latest victim into his withered arms and chomped into her neck. A slurp sounded from the denuded Sonata who tensed up in his grasp, becoming limp partially down to the vampire's kiss (What they called their bite) and partially down to the nature of sirens. They were naturally sexually submissive, which had caused their race much pain. What had developed to attract mates had left them open to all sorts of exploitation. That was until Adagio discovered their alluring voice could be weaponized and had taught her sisters this technique so that they could control every last male in Equestria.

The hollows of his fangs pumped in his blood in a particular potent mixture, ensuring she wouldn't be another mere ghoul but a prized vampiress, albeit one fully under the master's control like Aria. With a gurgle he withdrew in a mixture of blood and saliva, and Sonata swayed on her feet, dizziness soon replaced by a renewed strength and warmth. Her senses felt more alive than ever. “Whoa, the world's all tingly!” She raised her arms up and sashayed in a seductive manner. “I feel hotter than ever!”

“Good. Now prostrate yourself before your master.” She didn't understand the words, but the connotations were clear, and she fell to her knees. He patted her head like she was his best. “Serve me well and I'll reward you. Fail me, and...well, I'll introduce you to Sombra later.” He turned to a meticulously map of the city he'd hung up on the wall, marked all over with key areas he might use in his plans-within-plans. “Ready to reunite the Dazzlings?”

“Y-yeah,” whispered Sonata feeling rather conflicted. She rubbed the arm where her bracelet had been broken while she was unconscious. “B-but won't the cops come looking for me? I...I want to go back! I promised Sunset I'd be good now...”

“You'll be another drowned victim in the flood so long as they're concerned. I'll make certain of that.” More payouts to corrupt key members all over the city. Not that money was much of an obstacle to him. “Drink from Sunny to recover your strength if needed." He nodded to the girl sleeping in the buff on the bed. "Of course, you two cannot act too brazenly.”

“No worries,” said Aria who pulled out her blade. She looked to the area circled with blood on the map where Adagio was most likely currently at, and she stabbed the blade into it, the hilt wobbling. She licked her lips in anticipation. She'd been promised leadership of the sirens if she continued to carry out Tirek's plans to satisfaction. “Come on, Sonata.”

She didn't see a reason for Dusk to bother with clothes either. Sure, it might draw attention, but anyone stupid enough to look upon them would end up eviscerated anyhow. They didn't need to bother with human taboos anymore. They were wild huntresses. Apex predators. Pretty soon the entire world would come to mourn the moment they'd ever crossed her!

Author's Notes:

Lots of characters introduced in this one, but hopefully it will help move the plot faster!