The moment her lover slipped from Tree Hugger's bloodied teeth she screamed. The pale and unconscious body of Fluttershy slumped from her grasp and into the bloodied bedsheets. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!” She choked out pained, shrills sobs, more bloody tears streaked upon her cheeks. Panicking, she violently shook her unresponsive form, uncertain whether she'd successfully sired her by instinct or simply murdered her. “Wake up, Fluttershy! P-please, wake up!”

The door burst open and Applejack rushed in. “What in tarnation have ya' done?!”

“N-now let's not lose our composure,” called Rarity who followed close behind. She took one look at her bloodstained, unconscious friend and almost fainted on the spot. “T-Tree Hugger?” She stared horrified at the hippie.

Sonata pushed her way past them. “It's not her fault! My sisters did this to her!” She knew how powerful her compulsions could be. “It'll be okay, Tree! Fluttershy probably needs a drink, that's all! But I don't think a vampire will do!”

“I'll do it,” said AJ and Rarity at once, then looked at each other. “I'm physically tougher,” reminded the farmer.

“Very well. But take care.” Rarity bit her lower lip as AJ approached Fluttershy.

“I'll warn you,” started Sonata. “Once you're turned you could end up super lusty-”

Fluttershy's eyes snapped open once the farmer neared, and she bared her fangs with a wheeze, suddenly seizing her with a primal strength and tearing open her blouse and bra with both hands. Freckled heavy breasts bounced free, and teeth sunk into her tit, which made her blush and cry out shamefully when Flutters started to suckle. “A-ah, sugarcube-!”

Rarity moved to intervene, but was backhanded with a swift swat, and slammed winded into a wall.

“Babe, can you hear me? Slow down! Please!” But she realized Shy was currently enslaved by primal desire.

“She won't kill her,” said Sonata who hoped she was right. “But she'll be weak for a while!”

Once Fluttershy withdrew from her meal, AJ swayed in a dizzy manner for a few moments, before she collapsed onto her back atop the bed. Heavy breasts stained by dots rose-and-fell with each strained huff. Coils of saliva and blood attached Shy's stained teeth and lips to her friend's tip as her crazed eyes returned to normal. “Oh no! Applejack?!”

“I...I'm fine,” mumbled AJ who felt a shameful moist spot on the crotch of her panties and hoped no one could see up her skirt.

Fluttershy reflexively licked her lips with a slurp. “Thank goodness!”

“It'll be fine,” repeated Tree to assure herself much as them. But would it? Had she damned her lover too? At least the others had been spared the vampire's kiss for now, but the curse would drive them to spread it even further.

Sunset followed Flash outside where they could have some privacy. She hated to ditch Trixie, who clung to her rather than be the odd-one out, but he'd demanded to speak with her alone. They leaned on the cottage side-by-side under the stars and popped open a couple of sodas which they drank from. His face looked unusually hard. “Um...so what is this about?”

“We can't harbor Sonata and Sombra. The former's a fugitive, and as for the latter, well, he sure as hell should be in prison!” He kicked a stone with his shoe. “Think about your future. The pair of them could drag us all down with them!”

“Look, I don't know if Sonata will ever be one of the 'good guys', but she'll play nice and help out if she's treated well. Face it. Without friends she'll probably fall back into old habits. I know what its like. I was tempted to do the same after the entire school alienated me...” She teared up a little at the bitter memories. “I don't care what anyone thinks. I won't abandon her.”

He crunched his now empty can and tossed it aside. “Fine.”

“Look, let's not do this. We have enough crap on our backs.” She moved in to kiss him, but he turned aside, and she frowned. “Okay, be that way.” Crunches sounded under her boots when she stomped off.

She saw the van repeatedly rock a bit, and despite her reservations, she approached and peered into the back windows. Inside sat a hunched up Sombra, his hands upon the heads of Inky and Pacific, who slowly lapped up-and-down his cock. They had to take care not to harm him, and he shuddered with each stroke, his length awsh in precum which oozed from the tip. They thankfully slurped it down, faces stained with naked arousal, the pair denuded and prostrated submissively before him.

He'd often performed these tantric sex rituals. But in truth Inky knew his real interest was in the sense of dominance the act provided. Not that they minded servicing him. They adored him despite his faults and left themselves always available to him. He'd fulfilled almost all his sordid fantasies with them over time, but still couldn't fully satisfy his innermost needs.

She told herself to look away and move on, trapped somewhere between disgust and arousal, unable to understand how they could be so submissive to him. They opened their mouths wide once the emissions started to spatter their faces, more shooting onto their extended tongues. When he'd finally finished they repeatedly swapped his dense seed between them, embracing as they sloppily made out. He patted the heads of his pets in gratitude for the wonderful job they'd done as always.

It wasn't like her to be so judgmental, right? Then why did this disturb her so much? It was simply a bit of mild S&M roleplay, wasn't it? She tensed up and almost screamed when someone tapped her shoulder. “O-oh! What is it?”

Flash showed his hands. “It's just me, Sunset. Sorry I was a jerk. I took out all my stress on you because I was worried.” She tentatively wrapped his firm hands around her midsection, and she leaned back into him with a smile. “Does this mean-?”

“You know I can't stay mad at you. Besides, I take my crap out on you far more often.” She stroked his cheek with a nail and laid her head on his broad shoulder. “Of course, that always leads to insanely intense makeup sex, so you never complain...”

He chuckled and squeezed her tighter. “Yeah, there is that. Wish we could sneak away and have some now.”

Somebody cleared their throat. “I'd like a shot at that sometime.” Sunny chewed on a lit cigarette. “Yo. You ever tell him what we got up to before I kicked the bucket?” Shimmer blushed. “No, huh? Well, I don't mind. It was fun. It's a miracle I'm back.”

“Yes. I felt so responsible for what happened. Even if Aria was the one wielding the knife...”

Sunny shook her head. “Nah, that's nuts. I acted on my own to save you. Truth is, I thought you were more important, and maybe a part of me wanted to run away from my sorry life, too. But now I have a second chance to waste it!” She laughed.

“You won't.” Flash tried to play it cool, his tone neutral and hands buried in his pockets, but he couldn't help but drink in her allure. She was so like the woman he adored...and yet not. “We won't let you. Isn't that so, Sunset?”

“True. We'll have lots of fun! There's so much I want to show you.” She embraced them both. Sometimes it seemed so unreal. But with all the crazy stuff that had happened she could believe almost anything. She saw Twilight and Moondancer retire back inside, probably to talk about what they'd discovered, while Spike continued to protectively circle the area. “Let's head in, too.”

Rarity took a stroll to clear her head. Two of her friends had been vamped. It was a lot to take in. She wanted to believe they weren't damned but her heart raced at the idea anyhow. By now most of her friends had headed back in. She wandered over to a solitary tree, and basked in the moonlight, aware that these somewhat peaceful times would likely soon come to an end.

She turned to Spike who padded her way. “Oh, hello there, my little Spikey-Wikey! Albeit not so little now.” She crouched down and patted his head. “Um...S-Spike?!” She tried to clamp her thighs together when he suddenly sunk his head firmly between her legs, his wet nose pressed to her crotch, hidden merely by a sheer pair of lacy panties. “St-stop that at once!”

He sniffed her sex and a familiar bestial lust overtook him. His muscular bulk pushed forward, and her bottom landed in a puddle of mud. “Oof! Spike, this isn't funny!” She froze up like a deer-in-headlights when he pounced on her, and she stared with doe-like eyes up at the furry beast, uncertain whether it would be worse for him to eat her literally or sexually?

Drool leaked from between his yellow teeth. His crazed eyes leered at her heaving bosom, and he sank his claws into her blouse, ripping it and her bra open, which caused tits so heavy and pale her veins were visible to spill free. The tops were decorated with pastel pink nipples which stiffened under the cool breeze, hot beads of his saliva dripping on them and rolling down her slopes, all the way to her bared navel. His paws wedged into her skirt and underwear, which he yanked down with one stroke.

He suddenly stood and wrapped his hands around her waist, lifting her up and slamming her against the tree trunk. She stared back incredulous at the well-toned werewolf before her and flushed deep. By now all she had left on were a pair of purple boots. What surprised her most was that she found him pretty hot in an odd sort of way. What the heck was wrong with her?!

His pink and veiny cock slipped from its hiding place in his coat and rested atop a heavy set of balls. His tip was beaded with precum. “W-we can't-” She tensed up when he pressed closer to her. “Unf,” she whined when he deflowered her with one brutal punch into her nethers. Not that she hadn't broken her hymen long before, but she'd never allowed anything other than her fingers or a few toys in there! She whined low when she took his knot which swelled and locked itself deep into her wet pussy.

Her pallid buttocks wobbled each time he slammed her against the tree, grunts and groans escaping him, her titties slapping about when he violently rocked her physique. Her slit drooled and her eyes hazed. She'd fantasized about some powerful man ravishing her utterly senseless a number of times, usually in the midst of an intense masturbation session over a trashy romance novel, but he'd never been a literal beast! It was too late to turn back now. She wrapped all her limbs around him, digging her nails into his powerful back, determined to ride this out since he certainly wouldn't let her loose until he as fully sated!

His paws encircled the entirety of her supple asscheeks which squished like marshmallows when he brutally manhandled her. The tips of his nails dug into her blushing cheeks and she whimpered. “Sp-Spike,” she wailed pressing her burning face into his pecs. He pounded her faster and harder, to the point she feared he'd rip her cunt apart, thankful it was well-lubricated by her shameful arousal. He sank a couple of digits into her pastel pink pucker, and forced her lips open with his muzzle, his tongue dancing with her own. Maybe it was sheer desire, but somehow he didn't taste that bad, as she breathed in his masculine scent.

Mascara ran down her cheeks. Her usually well-styled hair was a ragged mess, much like the rest of her, alabaster curves now soaked in a thin sheen of perspiration. Her clit swelled until she thought it would pop, moist and throbbing for release.

The trunk shook each time he slammed her slippery cunt and carved it into his own. “Umph,” she cried each time he brutally battered her fuckbox, leaves falling around them and drifting around, determined to breed her absolutely senseless. He bit one of her udders, nibbling and pulling on an inflamed nipple, and circled her areola with his tongue.

Her nethers burned from the friction. She almost passed out several times, losing track of how much time passed as he savagely railed her, and he scratched, bit, and bruised her in a number of places, claiming her as his alpha bitch. He'd dropped his seed in Sonata, and had wanted to do the same with Fluttershy and Tree Hugger, but for some reason this woman was special to him! No, he simply had to dominate this ovulating bitch, to make certain she continually bore the most beautiful pups possible!

His dick throbbed and pumped heated load-after-load into her slippery tunnels, slamming hard into her cervix as he did so, and she screamed bloody murder when it opened from the strike of his penis, its head shooting torrents into her sticky womb and painting its contracting walls. Impossibly dense loads overflowed her slimy interior until her belly started to swell like she was thoroughly impregnated. She gushed shamelessly over his loins, drenched him with her sweet feminine musk, sealing her eyes.

Each torrent struck her uterus with inconceivable pressure which contracted. Her eggs swam in an excess of his seed. She felt like her ovaries would burst, her mind blanking from sheer euphoria, until she temporarily went cross-eyed.

She panted and gripped him with all her might, arms clasped around his broad back, and her legs likewise crossed, shaking and moaning while he continued to thrust into her for a few minutes afterwards, determined to drain every last drop from his testicles and likewise make certain his mate couldn't bear to climax anymore. She'd lost count under the sheer intensity, her sex holes still clenching and unclenching, some insane primitive part of her wishing that his hard knot would never leave her!

He dropped her onto her back, still knotted into her snatch, and she stared blurry-eyed down at her utterly wrecked physique. Her mounds rose-and-fell, soaked in sweat and little pricks and welts. Her pussy sopped like a gaping axe wound which wept white blood, topped by a well-trimmed patch of purple pubes which were now soaked with their mixed emissions. Their eyes locked, and she whimpered, a lewd smile on her face once she inevitably lost consciousness.

Chrysalis swiped her sword two-handed with a cheery titter, dancing and weaving while she faced down the sisters, who were forced on the defensive under her well-trained but wild swings. Sometimes her movements were meticulously controlled, while at other times sporadic and playful, the self-proclaimed Queen trapped in her own little world. The geode shimmered between her breasts, swinging on its necklace, as she closed in, knowing with one kiss she could render them her newest slaves!

“Damn,” cried Aria when the sword tip bit into her belly. The sliver dripped red while she was driven back.Even with her enhanced speed the wild swings of her axe left her far to open. “Just die already, you fuck!”

Adagio barely parried with a loud ring as steel clashed. She narrowed her eyes, all her usual vain pretense snuffed out, but she too hesitated to launch counter strikes, certain a proper riposte would end in one or both of the Dazzlings dead. “Retreat?”

“No! Tirek will have our heads!” However Aria desperately wanted to flee too. They had battled the Queen for quite some time, and the sky now started to lighten ever so slightly, as the dawn finally started to break. Once it did they would be rendered little more than normal human women for a time. Prime prey for the vampire huntress who strove to best the pair!

Sirens sounded in the distance which announced the authorities had decided to move in full-force. Perhaps they had waited on purpose to let the bad elements which stained their usually quiet town thin themselves out. Tires screeched when cars started to pull in and block off the escape routes. Chrysalis immediately used the distraction to turn and flee with a mad cackle.

Aria started to chase her, but Adagio seized her hand and shook her head. “Another time. Tirek still needs us...I hope.” The sisters wished to simply flee, but felt compelled to return to their master, despite whatever punishment awaited them.

“Tch.... We'd better haul ass, too!” She recounted the cop who'd shot her down and wished she could stick around and butcher them all. “Goddamn self-righteous, government-sanctioned thugs!” She desperately wanted to show those fools what real power was! Of course she couldn't very well do that once the hated sun stole away their newfound powers!

They weaved between buildings, running without stopping, determined to slip away unmolested. A firetruck had pulled up by The Hive and firemen worked to douse the inferno. They wouldn't be surprised if the arrivals had intentionally waited to let it burn, wanting to drive out such places from their 'morally upright' hovel. The sisters padded barefoot down the streets.

“Sun's almost up,” warned Adagio between huffs. “Move your ass like Sonata's after the last taco!” Their movements had started to slow dramatically, their muscles burned, hearts raced, and sweat soaked their bared nubile frames. At least they were almost out of there! Of course she recalled a similar scenario when the Dazzlings had fallen apart before...

“I know,” replied Aria who was used to such mad sprints but nonetheless strained too.

“Freeze!” Ahead stood a lone cop who trained a pistol on them. They skidded to a stop, uncertain whether a bullet would be fatal at this point. On closer inspection they realized it was none other than Shining Armor!

“Oh, this is too rich.” Adagio smiled wryly.

“Drop those weapons! Down on the ground! Now!” He kept his aim steady, and carefully approached, his face drawn into a snarl. The sisters simply stood there bemused while he approached and dared him to shoot.

He'd dreaed about serving the public. To be a modern day knight in shining armor beloved by all. This was his chance! He'd make his family proud and prove Cadance had chosen well! Visions of noble acts swirled in his head, but he did his best to shake them away, and focus on the task at hand. He needed to take these two criminals in and fast!

“I'm sure you'd love to have us at your absolute mercy,” said Adagio with a flutter of thick eyelashes. “I bet your wife doesn't do that for you. Cadance, was it? She's probably the sort who only lets her pussy-whipped husband do her missionary...”

Aria snickered and stroked the handle of her axe. “How would you like a pair of sisters handling that fat cock?!”

“No thanks! I'm not into sloppy seconds!” Adagio took a step towards him, pausing when he cocked his gun, and a bead of sweat covered his brow. They could almost hear his heart thud and see the subtle shake of his chiseled form under the uniform. It was obvious he'd never shot a person before, let alone killed one, and that hesitation showed all over him.

They moved in unison on their delectable prey. He panicked and squeezed the trigger. The stench of cordite suffused the air.

Roosters sounded somewhere when the sun started to rise. Rarity stirred under the tree, laying upon her side, dried semen upon her nethers when a cool breeze tickled her. “Oh no.” She curled up to hide her nakedness, and spotted Spike nearby, who had shrunk back down now that he wasn't touched by the moon and happily dozed. “I...I simply can't fathom that we actually-”

Pinkie popped up with hands clasped behind her. “Did the nasty?!” She beamed wide which showed all her teeth.

“Pinkie! B-but yes...” She looked down. “We did indeed...” What was he to her now?! Was this bestiality?! She shuddered and tried to drown out her confusion. Well, the deed was done! “My outfit's completely ruined,” she whined.

“No worries, here's a spare!” She handed Rarity her duffel bag. “Good thing we all packed for a sleepover!”

“My thanks, Pinkie. I'd rather not have to explain what happened.” She cleaned herself best as she could under the circumstances, then slipped into fresh clothes and underwear, thankful that the numerous bites, scratches, and bruises were almost all hidden below her attire. “This stays between us, yes? Pinkie Promise?”

“Pinkie Promise!” They recited the familiar phrase in tandem. “I'll always keep your secrets!”

“What secrets?” Rainbow Dash butted in. “Somethin' saucy, I bet!” She stood with her thin legs askew and hands planted on her narrow hips. “Hey, what happened to Spike? He's all little now!”

“No more moon!” Pinkie nodded at the sky. “He really is some sort of werewolf now!”

“What a wild ride...” Rarity blushed hard and covered her mouth. “I mean, all these recent events!” Pinkie smirked while Dash simply cocked an eyebrow, puzzled. “I do hope our friends will be okay.” Her own concerns seemed to petty at the moment. Sure, she'd wanted to save herself for someone special, but poor Tree Hugger and now Fluttershy would never be the same!

“We'll move out soon now that it's safer,” said Dash. “Time to see whether Sombra's full of shit!”

“Indeed, darling.” Rarity limped, still pleasantly sore in her loins. “Thank you.” She leaned on Rainbow for support.

Pinkie lifted Spike into her arms and rocked him with a snicker and snort. “We can sleep in the van! Or Flash's car if you prefer! Heck, Sombra, Twilight, and Moondancer will be doing the work! We're just tag-alongs! Come on, let's have some breakfast!” She whistled and skipped, still carrying the dog in her grasp, who stirred a little then dozed back to sleep.

The bullet missed and harmlessly bounced off a wall with a ping. The Dazzlings descended on Shining Armor and tore off his uniform in seconds. The gun clattered on the pavement when they pressed him down and bit into his bared chest. He moaned and tensed up, his face red, and they slurped away with the hollows of their fangs. They worked swiftly to messily drain him before the sun rose. He tried to rise and push the sisters off, but to his horror, his ivory muscles were paralyzed.

Tears ran down his cheeks despite the unwanted heat in his loins. Worse still he felt himself stiffen and cream his underpants. He focused on his wife even while the flesh betrayed him. He tried to speak but all that came from his throat were strained croaks. His last thoughts were of Cadance and Twilight before he blacked out for the final time.

“Mmm,” said Adagio when she pulled free of him with a pop and licked her lips. “Delicious.”

Aria nearly came herself when she snuffed out his life. She'd never felt so unstoppable in her life! For the moment she could forget all the hell her sister had put her through. She laughed bitterly. Maybe they really could start over?

“You missed a spot,” noted Adagio who licked a dab of blood from her sister's chin.

“You're such a mom,” replied Aria who nonetheless had to admit they worked well together.

She tittered and nodded behind her at the carnage left in their wake. “Wasn't this fun?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it was.” Her eyes widened when Adagio suddenly leaned in and met her lips, sharing sweet, warm blood with her, which they swapped between their dancing tongues like it was a wad of cum. Certainly, the sirens had fooled around countless times before, to practice, sate themselves, or seduce someone else, but it had been quite a while since they'd been intimate.

“Mmm,” moaned Adagio when she withdrew and licked her pouty lips. “You're a wonderful kisser as usual. Just the right amount of roughness when you chewed on my lips.” She batted her lashes with half-lidded eyes and a wry smile.

“Thanks. You too.” Aria didn't want to admit she still sought her eldest sister's approval.

The siblings left his pale corpse in the alleyway, and Adagio took his gun, before the pair of them casually made their way from the scene of the crime. The sun's rays rendered them powerless, and they were forced to hide in the shadows, lest they stumble upon another cop, or a stray succubus or incubus. Adagio offered her hand, and to her surprise Aria took it. They strolled hand-in-hand, and headed back to find a lone car Aria could wire, which would take them home to Tirek and whatever fate awaited...