Aria hot-wired a junker that wouldn't be missed by anyone important and took her sister with her home. They pulled up outside the warehouse, and despite all their instincts screaming at them to turn and flee, the compulsion to obey their master overwhelmed even self-preservation. The sun bored down on the dusty surroundings when they made their way inside.

Gradually the pair made their way to the back. Their soft footsteps echoed in their ears and tolled what they dreaded could be their imminent doom. But he still needed them...didn't he? “I...I love you, Aria. I want you to know that.”

Aria wasn't certain how to take that. “You must be scared shitless to admit that.” She paused. “Me, too. On both accounts.” She took her sister's offered hand once more and drew on its warmth when they went to face the inevitable.

A sigil drawn from virginal blood glowed in the shadows. Tirek stood in the center of the pentagram and chanted the alien words. He paused and studied them with those unnatural eyes. “Ah...you've returned. I take it Chrysalis is dead?” He already knew the answer from their body language, but simply stroked his beard while he drew the moment out.

“We did slay all of her followers,” noted Adagio who kept a hand hidden behind her poofy curls.

“Yet while the Queen lives she can always arise anew. You have failed me.”

Aria scoffed. “She's on the run like a scared animal! We'll hunt that cunt down and-”

“Kneel.” She immediately fell to her knees and stared bitterly up at him. She still held the axe, which shook in her hands, but no matter how much she wished otherwise she couldn't bring it down on him. “Now, what punishment would be appropriate...?”

Adagio pulled the pistol on him, trained with both hands at his head. Sweat rolled down her temple as she strained to disobey her master. Every sliver of her screamed to submit, to the point where it made her spiritually ache, but she couldn't bear to be without her sister anymore. “I wonder, are you vulnerable in the sunlight, too? And a bullet to the head would kill almost anything...” She smiled in a smug manner despite how little confidence she truly felt. “Just..let her be. This is my fault.”

Suddenly her eyes widened when she shivered all over, the pistol slowly raised to her mouth, until her lips closed over the tip, ready to blow her own brains out. Tears dripped down her cheeks. “You forget your place, whelp. I own you. And I can end you whenever I so choose. I could chop you into ribbons and rebuild you piece-by-piece. But I have an even better idea...”

“Bas...tard...” Aria sneered and bristled at their helplessness.

His bones seemed to crunch when he moved to his bag of tools, artifacts smuggled from Equestria which enabled him to work the dark arts. He'd experimented with a number of them, but the lack of magic here meant their power would often be burnt up upon a single use, rendering them little more than exotic trinkets. Much like the antiques Sombra once collected.

Wrinkly hands drew out a pair of small, ornate treasure chests, which he unlocked with a key. He laid them on the floor and opened the tops. Immediately chunks of discolored, pulsing flesh rolled free, dragging themselves upon a series of writhing tentacles. The moist coils dripped and slithered towards the helpless sisters. They winced when the wet extensions started to crawl up their naked flesh. “You perverted old fart,” cried Aria with snarl when the creatures unfolded themselves.

“I've taken no pleasure from base lust since my transformation millennia ago,” he said when the eldritch horrors wrapped around the wrists and ankles of the Dazzlings and lifted them up until they were suspended spread-eagle. “But I can still appreciate pain and terror. I wonder, how long will it take before pleasure turns to sheer agony?” He stroked his beard. “Perhaps I'll allow these creatures to work you over until your minds are broken and ready to be rebuilt in my service?”

The tentacles wrapped themselves around beams, crates, and whatever else they could find for support, while more unfurled from the spongy masses, which started to tickle and explore the bared skin of the sisters. A sticky substance oozed from their pores on soaked their frames. They shivered and flushed and went limp in a manner that showed complete submission. A trait of the sirens that the vampire's kiss couldn't overcome. Suckers pulsated on the coils and suckled all over them.

Smaller tentacles opened up their sexes so wide their creamy cervices were visible, and they likewise spread their assholes, until their fuckholes all gaped over. Their cunts convulsed with need as their bodies betrayed them. Lubrication dribbled from their widened, glistening pink slits, their eyes glazed over and their cheeks stained rose-red.

“W-we'll get through this like always,” squeaked Adagio who drooled from the corner of her lip as her face burned and her breasts heaved. “Just...hold on...umph,” she wheezed when her cunt was suddenly punctured, spraying her juices upon the intruder, who worked in-and-out to carve its place, driving to her cervix and straining to try and worm its way inside.

“You dirty fuck! What's wrong, can't get a bitch unless you force her?! Hell, you're getting cucked by your own pet! Mmph,” cried Aria when a tentacle violently shoved its way into her mouth and dug into her throat. She gagged and sputtered and felt its hot, salty precum overflow from her mouth. Tears ran down her cheeks while she hatefully stared him down.

“Th-that's right,” added Adagio. “You're impotent, huh? I wouldn't be surprised if your penis shriveled up and fell off!” She laughed until a tentacle silenced her too when it forced past her lips and teeth. More of the extrusions wrapped around their breasts and nipples, pinching, pulling, and twisting them, while more forced their ways up their assholes, until they were being molested and raped from every direction. Their holes constricted and burned under the sheer, savage force of the invaders.

Soon smaller tentacles slithered up their cervices to trace the slippery interiors of their wombs. They stared helpless at the bulges upon their distended bellies, almost passing out when they repeatedly climaxed, lubrication dripping down their thighs and pooling on the floor. Eventually explosions of cum erupted in their bellies, which swelled them out, an excess oozing from their orifices. Their eyes rolled into their heads and their faces twisted lewdly from unmatched euphoria when the monsters started to empty the potent aphrodisiac which made up their semen into their fuckslaves.

When the girths finally withdrew from their mouths with a wet slurp, the sisters vomited up cum, huffing and trembling and staring down at themselves. To their shock their nipples twitched and dribbled milk, which beaded the tips and rolled down their sweaty, precum-soaked mounds which glistened under the dim lights. “Now you're starting to learn,” he said with detachment while he observed. “But this was merely the first volley. I wonder, will you two last the night? And which will break first?”

He turned his back on them and continued his odd chant. The sigils glowed once more, flashing like a set of eerie lights, while he called upon the powers of darkness. The sisters hung defeated, but refused to mentally submit no matter how much their bodies betrayed them, mustering what little dignity they could in their horrific situation. Wet slaps sounded when the tentacles whipped their breasts and buttocks, more pulling on their hair and smearing precum from their tips all over them. They treated them like a pair of cumrags, and living fleshlights, seeming to instinctively revel in their total debasement.

A subtle series of metallic swishes sounded from the shadows. Tentacles fell away under the swipes with shrill shrieks, colorless blood gushing out of the severed extrusions, and the sisters fell forward and landed with a thump. Adagio swayed dizzily to her feet, seeing Tirek pause his chant and start to turn. He reached a brittle hand towards her throat with cold eyes.

Aria bit her inner cheek so hard she almost tore the flesh away, deftly recovered her fire axe, and with a banshee-like scream and a two-handed swing struck Tirek's neck. A red mist splattered her and her well-toned but thin limbs shook violently when she struck with such force she beheaded him. His head sailed across the warehouse and his headless body spurted red streams repeatedly before he inevitably crumpled. “Fuckface,” she wheezed surprised she'd managed to overcome her conditioning.

The fatty blobs wriggled and thrashed their chopped up tentacles. With pursed lips Adagio stomped one which popped like a balloon and splattered her nude form in its goo. “You did well,” she said to Aria who slammed her axe into the other abomination and chopped it in two. “But I don't understand. Who set us free?” She searched the shadows of the room.

With a sniffle Aria wiped her eyes on the back of her arm. “Let's burn this hellhole down!”

“First, let's take what we can.” Adagio picked up his duffel bag overfilled with treasures. A weight lifted off their spirits to know they were finally free. “I'm not certain how to work any of this, but maybe it will come in handy?”

“Better make sure none of his minions are still around either,” reminded Aria who rolled the axe handle in her hands.

“Good idea. One can never be too thorough.” Of course as Adagio said that they failed to notice the subtle blink of Tirek's dark eyes. They went to explore the rest of his hideout, their fates finally back in their hands. But what to do next?

“You did well my little loveslaves!” Chrysalis sheathed the sword at her shapely hip and mussed the hair of Flitter and Cloudchaser. With the aid of her bodyguards, the Queen had helped liberate the Dazzlings, who'd finished off Tirek with ease. Why? Well, in her crazed mind it had seemed like fun at the time! Besides, they were little threat at the moment. Would they cross paths again? She almost welcomed the challenge, now that she'd vanquished her hated nemesis.

Aside from the twins she'd lost all her servants. Not to mention her club! She waited until Adagio and Aria cleared out the warehouse and set it ablaze. The Dazzlings drove away in their junker.

Chrysalis hurried in and scooped up Tirek's head, then carried it back outside, flames and smoke twisting behind her when she rejoined her slaves. “Well, hello there!” She tittered and slapped his sandpaper-like cheek a couple of times.

He strained to try and speak but blood gurgled from his mouth. Just like she'd suspected he seemed unable to die. She could chop him into the tiniest shreds imaginable and its likely he'd somehow survive due to his curse. However the sky started to slowly darken once more, the result of his final ritual, as he'd summoned Hellfire and brimstone upon the city.

She decided to keep this little trophy for now. He'd look quite nice on her mantle, at least! She hummed and pirouetted. They took the long trek back to an abandoned car they'd found amidst the bedlam and liberated. Probably the late Shining Armor's she decided, like a modern day white chariot that was practically spotless. She'd have to ditch it soon, she supposed.

The sky screamed when it started to open unnaturally. A crimson blotch started to slowly spread outward...

The morning wore on when Twilight Sparkle, Moondancer, and Sombra poured over their combined notes in the makeshift laboratory. The geodes were partially rebuilt but far from a usable state. They floated in their glass cases surrounded by sparkly mini fragments which swirled like glitter around them. At Inky's insistence she took Pacific with her to the kitchen so they wouldn't be underfoot. Meanwhile he sent out a few of the others to hunt down the necessary supplies for his work.

“I'm impressed,” admitted Sparkle when she looked over their notes. “You two have done your homework!”

“Of course,” said Moondancer with a snarky smile.

“Naturally. I am an expert in my craft,” boasted Sombra. “But I would work faster with more blood.”

“Not until you prove your worth,” reminded Twi whose lab coat swished while she flitted about. “We still don't trust you.”

“You two could almost be twins,” he observed. “But one of you's sweeter, and the other's spicier...”

“Concentrate on the task at hand,” reminded Moondancer. She'd worked tirelessly to impress her old friend, but with the limited experience she had in the occult it had been difficult to match his wisdom. “You can fail at flirting later.”

“No sense of occasion. Tsk, tsk.” He shook his head with open disdain.

Moondancer prepared another retort when Twilight's cellphone started to buzz. “Sorry, I'd turn it off but with all the crazy stuff that's happened it could be an emergency.” She raised it to her ear. “Cadance? Slow down, I can't understand you!”

“Tw-Twi...” Cadance's voice cracked over the phone. “Sh-Shining! He's...he's...” She wailed hysterically.

Twilight's blood froze and she almost dropped the phone. “No,” she breathed in disbelief. Logic and emotion battle for dominance, but she could already sense her worst fears were true. Tears silently rolled down her cheeks as she stared blankly ahead. Her B.B.B.F.F., dead? Did her parents already know? “Moondancer...” She choked out her name.

Suddenly Moondancer threw her arms around her and pulled her close, allowing her to bury her face in her bosom and sob. She patted her back. “It will be okay. I'll be here for you, whatever's happened. Take all the time you need.”

“W-we'll talk later Cadance. I need time to process this.” She shut off her phone.

Sombra shook his head and turned back to his writings. “Amateurs...” He'd tried never to form attachments. Anyone could be replaced and reliance on others would simply lead to weakness. Even so he found it difficult to abandon Inky and Pacific, and knew it was more than how useful they could be, even if he'd hesitate to ever admit it aloud.

“I...I have to focus,” said Twi more to herself and wiped her face with a cloth. “People depend on me.”

Moondancer wanted to say something, thinking her state of mind might make her careless, or even prove dangerous, but decided it wasn't her place to push her. She was probably still a little sore about how she'd hurt her in the past and didn't want to compromise their relationship. Was she being too selfish? Well, she'd worry about that some other time.

In order to distract herself from the pain Twilight threw herself into her work. She moved in a fugue state, most of her actions automatic, still trying to come to terms with what had happened. All the while Moondancer tried her hardest to support her, while Sombra cursed under his breath, eager to cross the initial steps and claim his rightful prize. Trixie was the first to arrive on her scooter, carrying a backpack filled with what the occultist had requested, mostly items from a local tool shop.

However no matter how much he improvised it seemed unlikely he'd be able to complete the final steps without a source of magic. He could whip up stuff to channel it but needed an initial spark he wasn't certain the geodes could safely provide in their current state. And without his contacts that linked him to Equestria there was no way to smuggle in more. He balled up his fists in frustration. How would he ever surpass his Equestrian counterpart at this rate?! At best he would always live in his shadow!

With one of their own lost the police were now out in full-force. A number of them were trigger-happy, ready to take in and if necessary put down anybody who blatantly broke the laws. Yet the red cloud over the warehouse had now started to spread to the outskirts of the town. No one could explain the phenomenon, but it cast an ominous vermillion hue over the land.

Adagio and Aria could feel a smidge of their vampiric abilities return when the eerie rays touched them. They wondered if Tirek had planned to cloak the planet in this unnatural power so that he could rule over it with an army of vampire slaves? Or perhaps that would simply be the prelude to the planet's destruction? Well, it hardly mattered to the sisters now.

The pair traveled about aimlessly for a while, drained a couple of random women they came across, and stole their attire. Luckily their prey wore clothes which somewhat suited their style; a blouse, skirt, and heels for Adagio, and a shirt, shorts, and tennis shoes for Aria. They would at least try to blend in for a while. “Time to go native again,” said Adagio.

“Yeah, yeah.” Aria licked her lips with a slurp as she stared down at the nude corpses which they deposited into a dumpster and shut. “Think we should pick up Sonata? Now that we're free of Tirek maybe we can turn her back to our side.”

“I don't know...Sonata's practically a hindrance. Plus she's been in contact with Sunset. She's perverted her perception of reality. I do miss our little sister, but until we've taken care of her little posse, I doubt we'll be able to trust her.” They headed back to the car which choked several times before Aria was able to start it. “Mmm, what to do next?”

With a shrug Aria started to drive without any real sense of direction. They traveled down the roads where workers struggled to repair the storm damage. Deciding it was best to lay low for the moment, they searched for somewhere to squat for a time, until they could figure out their next move. “Wait, fuck me, is that-?” She watched the scooter pass with a chug.

“It's definitely Trixie,” mused Adagio with a smack of her pouty lips. “Let's follow her.”

They drove a number of miles before Trixie stopped her scooter at Twilight's humble little home, parked on the lawn, and carried in a heavy backpack inside. The house was tucked away in the usually quiet suburbs. The Dazzlings debated whether to launch an attack now, but decided it best to wait and pick them off one-at-a-time, especially since they hadn't fully recovered.

Parked in the distance, Aria toyed with a pigtail impatiently, while Adagio studied her nails, extending and retracting them. “How the hell do you do that?” Aria tried to copy her but couldn't manage it no matter how hard she focused.

“It came naturally to me. I'm certain we have all kinds of crazy powers we haven't unlocked,” replied Adagio who perked up. “Hmm, here comes our little snack now.” She spotted Trixie head back towards the scooter and they leapt out to intercept her.

By the time Trixie noticed them they were already on her, moving at supernatural speeds, well enriched with the blood from the last victims they'd drained. Aria clamped a hand over her mouth when she tried to shriek. The pair picked her up and carried her hastily back to the car. She blubbered and snot dripped down her nose when they slammed the door behind them.

“Gross,” said Aria when their prey started to piss herself. “Should we turn the stupid cunt or drain her dry?”

“We'll let her decide. Stop panicking,” warned Adagio who extended her nails near Trixie's eye which went wider. “Or else I'll have no choice but to put that out. Understand?” She nodded rapidly and tried to relax. Even so she couldn't help but tremble between them in the backseat. “Good girl. Now don't scream. Don't even make a little peep.” She withdrew her palm and Trixie huffed low. The eldest sister pulled off Trixie's top and bra, while her sister removed the skirt and urine-drenched panties.

“Wh-why do I have to be naked? Pl-please don't kill me.” She'd came to help out after all Sunset had done for her, but now she flashed back to her last direct encounter with Aria, who'd threatened to slice off her nipples and cut her slit all the way to her throat. She whimpered when Aria spread her thighs wide open, lifting her legs up so that her ass was upraised, but she didn't dare resist. She simply froze in this undignified position, denuded save for her blue heeled boots and a star brooch in her hair.

Adagio sucked on a poofy lock. “You may have potential. They're not exactly friends, are they? Well, other than Sunset, but do you really think that will last?” She started to molests Trixie's heavy tits in slow circles. “How would you like to be a vampire?”

Trixie laid her head to one side. “I...Trixie doesn't know.” She didn't want to betray them, even if she didn't like most of them much, but neither did she want to die! Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Trixie will...consider it?”

“Think fast,” murmured Adagio into her ear. “Until then, you'll be Aria's plaything...”

Aria smiled in a predatory, psychotic manner. She spread Trixie's cunt with her left hand, taking a moment to study the details of her mostly untouched flower, before she plunged her right hand into her fuckbox. Trixie bit her lower lip to keep from crying out, terrified of the consequences if they were discovered, gushing and wincing when she was punched all the way to her cervix entrance. She shuddered each time Aria drew back her drenched arm, only to shove back deep as she could into her babymaker.

Adagio continued to roughly knead Trixie's tits, pinching and tweaking her nipples, and crouching forward to suck and nibble on her erect pink buds. “Just submit to us and this can all end,” she teased between suckles. Low moans somewhere between ecstasy and agony escaped Lulamoon's lips each time Aria hammered into her squealching moist fuckhole.

“God, you're one tight whore!” Aria laughed when her womanhood tightened around her fist. Something about this pretentious little priss had always pissed her off, and she wanted to thoroughly break her, to show her there was nothing Great and Powerful about her! “You're nothing but a cheap set of holes! But if you run with us, maybe we'll be able to fix that!”

Trixie's eyes crossed and her sexholes clenched when her entire frame shook all the way to the core. She moaned and came upon Aria, splashing her with shot-after-shot of slimy cunt juice, until she eventually lowed and passed out. The Dazzlings looked between each other with a smile, deciding she'd passed. She couldn't be much worse than Sonata, right?

Eager to try her hand at siring somebody, and always having dreamed of a prison bitch to call her own, Aria popped her fangs with a hiss and bit into Trixie's breast. She swooned in her grasp, arcing her bosom forward into her. Her face reddened even further while her tits started to heave with strained pants. Another slave-turned-pawn in the Dazzlings' schemes!