In the wreckage of Twilight Sparkle's lab, she intertwined her serpentine tail with Moondancer's, their extensions slick and smooth. Their arms and lips similarly embraced, bellies still full with SourSweet and Lemon Zest, who sent more tiny orgasms crashing through them each time they helplessly writhed. It would take quite some time to digest them, so she and her assistant shared an unspoken agreement with a salacious grin to enjoy themselves and test their new forms in the meantime.
Perspiration-soaked tits compressed between them, swollen slits mashed the best they were able with their lamia forms, air filled with their overpowering musk. Rounded buttocks bled away at the bottom into colorful scales where their tails began.
They slid up-and-down each other, pussy lips kissing with wet smacks when they rubbed, the meaty pinkness inflamed and drooling. Each pulse through their groins made spatters discharge in a miniature cascade that ran down in rivulets.
Both were interrupted by the buzz of a cellphone. Normally Twilight turned hers off when busy with her work, but with a groan she unhooked her tail from her partner's, plucked the device up, and read the message from her calender app. “Ah, of courssse. With all the chaosss in the city I'd almost forgotten Rarity carriesss on with her fassshion ssshow.”
“You plan to attend? We can't go out in public like thisss,” reminded Moondancer.
Nodding, Twilight set the phone aside and locked her gaze on the changeling horn that had helped make this possible. She curled her tail around it, and the black spine glowed in response to them, its magic drawn to them, extracted in a rush of warmth that filled their bodies. They moaned in unison, shed their snake skins, and the horn turned gray and crumbed to dust.
Within moments they emerged from their snake halves in a sticky mess, back to their old selves, save for their heavily rounded bellies that still struggled to break down their meals. Shakily the pair rose. “We'll support Rarity in our own way.” Twilight rubbed her bare stomach, admired her nakedness, and noted that her usually average figure and fulled out a tad.
“Tomorrow night, isn't it? If we absorbed a changeling magic, does that mean-?”
“Yes. We should be able to switch at will. Although it takes a lot out of us. Good thing those two stupid bitches provided lots of sustenance.” Twilight laughed and blushed when more heat built in her loins and wetness trickled along her inner thighs.
Putting to use fire extinguishers, brooms, and other stuff kept on hand, they tidied up the lab the best they could. A few burn and smoke marks remained which Twilight decided they would paint over later, if she cared to. For now she was focused on the coming show! After all, there were so many out there who could potentially be converted or used for sustenance...
*****
The following night Twilight Sparkle and Moondancer were allowed backstage to pay the performers a visit. Unfortunately a number of Rarity's friends were preoccupied with their own engagements and couldn't attend, but her little sister Sweetie Belle and Fluttershy were with her in a dressing room, the lights a dim reddish pink and Rarity seated before a mirror.
“It's so wonderful to see you dears,” said Rarity who fluttered her thick lashes. Casually garbed in sheer white lingerie and stockings that gave her an angelic yet sensuous appearance, she drew her lips into a coy smile, her cheeks done up to resemble a permanent blush. To complete her look she slipped on white heels and a pair of feathered wings, admiring her reflection. “It's not too much, is it? I mean, I have seen a few models go completely nude, save for a few accessories.” She coughed.
Sweetie Belle, who'd slipped in a duplicate costume that hugged her smaller but still shapely frame, said, “I think it's bold!”
Fluttershy was swathed in a similar garb, however hers was scarlet and barely contained her impossibly voluptuous frame. She wore a continuous flush and tugged at the lacy bra that bared most of her ample cleavage. “I'm, um, still not sure about this.”
“You'll be fine,” promised Rarity who placed a hand on her shoulder before she turned to their guests who walked through the door. “Oh, Twilight, Moondancer, forgive my rudeness! I should have introduced my chosen models to you sooner!”
“We've met,” said Twilight who smiled back, thankful she and her lab partner had digested their prey in time.
“Yes, of course. Ahem.” Rarity covered her mouth with another embarrassed cough. “I must relieve myself before the show.”
Twilight held up a stopwatch. “No worries, you have over half an hour, so take your time.”
“Wonderful! You're the best.” Rarity hugged and kissed her cheek before she scurried out. Twilight studied the way her bare, pale hips swiveled, the sway of mostly exposed buttocks that jiggled with each movement, and practically slobbered at the idea of sinking her teeth into that sweet meat. She closed the door behind her, instead turning her attention to Sweetie and Shy.
A quick look between Twilight and Moondancer was all it took.
It was time to test another theory of Twilight's, that would make the hunt much easier. She chose Sweetie, who was close enough to Rarity for her tastes, and Moondancer picked Fluttershy. They locked their gazes with the pair, concentrated, called on the latent abilities gifted to them since their rebirth. Their prey proved unable to look away, and their pupils dilated.
“That'sss it,” cooed Twilight as scales began to grow back up her legs. “You want to ssserve usss.”
“To pleassse usss,” added Moondancer whose legs similarly turned into a serpent's tail.
Fluttershy's lip trembled. “H-how can we do that?”
Rather than answer, Moondancer slid over to her, using her tail tip to hook between the band between her bulbous breasts. She pulled on it until it snapped, and her luscious tits were freed from their prison with a bounce, covered in wide, soft pink inverted nipples. She immediately licked around the areola, teased out the nipple which popped free, fully erect and wet with saliva.
“A-ah,” whimpered Shy, as her nub was nibbled, nipped, and pulled on, before the lamia turned on the other one and similarly drew it out. She had a motherly body, sculpted to be bred and toyed with, impossibly warm and soft.
Moondancer slid her tail tip between the waistband of Shy's frilly panties that were topped by a tiny bow, tugged them down to expose her ample buttocks and a tight mound topped by a light curtain of pubic hair that matched her hair. A trickle of pussy honey connected her snatch to her underwear, the crotch thoroughly soaked and ripe with the scent of her musk.
Working the same charms on her prey, Twilight tore open Sweetie's bra and let her squishy pillows spill out. She yanked her panties down, saw that she too was moist and well-built. Despite her more compact and slender shape.
Aware they couldn't afford to waste much time, Twilight raised her tail then forced Sweetie's thighs further open before she plunged into her wet depths. There was a loud schlick, the squish of hot pink walls that clamped around her.
She pushed Sweetie back onto the floor, bit and pulled on her tits, rolled her tongue around a nipple. She squeaked and squealed in answer, writhed with a childish enthusiasm that hadn't abandoned her even after she reached adulthood.
Moondancer pushed Shy onto all fours, mounted her with her tail which pushed into her depths. She was met with whimpers, and delivered a hard smack to a buttock, watched it jiggle under her slaps, marked by a violent red hand print.
She pulled Shy's hair, clawed at a hanging tit that swayed under her thrusts, studied the way her asscheeks clapped each time she pounded her, the cute pink asshole that clenched with her pussy and left trails of slick cunt nectar down her inner thighs.
“O-oh! Harder,” demanded Shy, her inhibitions stripped away and her more bestial side let loose. Her face fully flushed, she whorishly shrieked and moaned, raised her ass up further and lowered her face. “Deeper! Make me your plaything!”
“Glad we can finally see the real Flutterssshy,” mused Twilight who nailed her own lover.
“I-I can be like her too!” Sweetie was practically moved to tears by her insecurities. “Do whatever you want with me!” She spread her buttocks, welcomed Twilight to her hot pink asshole. “Y-you can fuck my ass, if you like!”
“Hmmm.” Twilight considered it, still mashing into Sweetie's messy twat. She withdrew herself out the gaped honeypot, then rammed into her ass, which quivered with a ripple of flesh, a small spurt erupting from her slit as she cast her head back.
Sweetie possessively curled her limbs around her, mewled and whined, little more than a toy to be used. Twilight met her lips, their tongues wrestling, exploring each other, hands roaming about. She bit Sweetie's lower lip, drawing coppery blood.
At the same time Moondancer pounded into Shy whose breasts swung and knocked together with each push. She shed what garments hadn't already been ripped up, as did Twilight, relished the supple plushness they offered to them.
“They're our ssslavesss,” purred Moondancer who continued to spank and fondle her living toy.
“We mussst feed,” reminded Twilight who knew they needed a fresh meal each time they took this shape.
“But which one to sssacrifice?”
“Ooh! Me! Me!” Sweetie shivered with delighted, fully under her hypnosis. Her bright face fell for a moment. “Oh, but Rarity will be sad when I'm gone. In return, can...can you make her like you?”
Twilight returned her smile. “It sssoundsss like a fair trade.”
“Hooray!” Sweetie squeaked and clamped harder around the invasive tail. Aware that time was running out, they pounded their prey faster, each slap of flesh sending spatters of pussy juice about that slicked their tails.
Sweetie came first, squirting all over Twilight's crotch and tail, and Fluttershy soon followed with her own moaning, a deluge of her sweet release splashing on Moondancer. They quaked and howled, clenched and jiggled and blushed.
Withdrawing from now well-used fuckholes, Sweetie eagerly prostrated herself before her would-be devourers. What ran through her thoroughly brainwashed mind was how being eaten by them would be the hottest death imaginable!
The lamias scooped up the pussy honey splattered all over, smeared it all over Sweetie's smooth curves to marinate her in preparation. She squeaked and wiggled under their sensuous touches, her cheeks aflame and her eyes turning to hearts.
Licking their chops in anticipation, the snake women dived on her. More squeaks escaped Sweetie, fangs sinking into her tits and buttocks in small spurts of crimson. The snake women pulled on her delicacies, watched them distend and smack back into place, their eyes meeting over their meal as a thought struck them at once, almost like they were linked since their rebirth.
They realized that if Fluttershy was to become one of them, she would need her strength, much like how they had sated themselves with SourSweet and Lemon Zest. Twilight's face scrunched, straining and blushing, a pop sounding amidst a splash of twat nectar when she squeezed out a black egg still slick with wetness. “Here. Eat thisss,” she commanded.
Fluttershy nodded, cracked the shell, and tilted back her head as she emptied the slimy contents down her throat. She moaned, heated up all over, bones cracking and flesh twisting as the transmutation began. Within moments snake scales arose from her legs, which fused together, until a tail to match her sisters settled into place. “I...I alwaysss wanted to be an animal,” she hissed.
She traced her palms over her pendulous tits, over her child-bearing hips, traced her puffy slit and licked the pussy honey off her finger with a smack of her lips.
Twilight and Moondancer lifted up Sweetie, presented her to Shy, who opened her mouth impossibly wide, jaws snapping like they were broken. Another long thrilled shriek emerged from Sweetie who was fed feet-first into the lamia, and she slowly slid down her throat which bloated, slick and overstuffed, her entire body settling into her stomach which rounded to hold her.
“Oh my,” murmured Shy who patted her stomach, appearing heavily impregnated. Her already bulbous breasts somehow swelled to match her tummy, her tits so pale veins were partially visible, her wide nipples erect and oozing sweet milk.
While it was Sweetie's greatest dream now to be eaten alive, her survival instincts kicked in and made her reflexively thrash, and Shy cooed whorishly with a flutter of thick lashes, the first of many orgasms rocketing through her and make the slit of her bared pussy that continued across her snake tail sending shots of her squirts across the dressing room.
A blood-curdling shriek sounded. They turned to Rarity, who had watched her sister be swallowed down in such horror she'd been stricken numb and unable to move or speak. Twilight shot into action, covering the fashionista's mouth.
Moondancer asked, “What to do with her?”
Twilight stroked her chin in contemplation. “Convert her too, yesss?”
“We won't have a sssacrifice for her,” reminded Moondancer.
“There are plenty out there ready for usss,” said Twilight whose grin widened. She stared into Rarity's porcelain face, slathered in runny mascara and tears, meeting her eyes and working her hypnosis on her. Moments later the fashionista settled down, and at her command, “Strip,” she slipped and stepped out of her lingerie, revealing a supple shape sculpted to perfection.
Fully under their hypnosis, Fluttershy helped her serpentine sisters beset Rarity, pushed to the floor and attacked all over by wandering hands and tongues. She twisted and squealed in a most unlady-like fashion, also anointed all over her smooth pale flesh by feminine nectar. They kissed her, fingered her slit and asshole, squelches sounding each time they drilled her.
“Don't...stop,” pleaded Rarity whose eyes rolled into her head, small squirts oozing over the digits forced into her, her pink walls spread and clamped around them. They twisted her nipples, pulled her tits far as they could, groped and slapped around her buttocks. Loud whacks sounded and flesh wobbled, and she cooed, happy to be used by them.
This time Moondancer strained, stretched her cunt, and squirted out her own thick egg. This Rarity took, taking a moment to study its beautiful pristine shell, before she cracked it and devoured the magical changeling substance inside.
“Scrumptious,” murmured Rarity who licked her scarlet-painted lips. Bones and flesh warped, scales merged over fused legs, and soon another lamia stood on a thick tail alongside her sisters. “Sssuch a ssshame,” she mused, mouth drawn in a pout as she traced Shy's swollen belly. “I wisssh Sssweetie Belle could have become a part of me.”
“You could alwaysss track down Coco, Sssasssy, and Sssuri later,” offered Twilight.
A pacified Rarity squealed in delight. Her eyes widened in delight, studying Fluttershy's new form, and the pair intertwined, breasts mashed together as they groped each other, their tails linked in a heart shape.
"I usssed to be so jealousss of you. I worked ssso hard and it came naturally to you," lamented Rarity who molested her friend.
Shy coyly met her stare, hands exploring her lover, and admitted, "I never thought I was that pretty. You brought it out of me."
Eager to explore their powers, the snake women slithered out of the room, right on time for the fashion show that was about to commence. Instinctively they all knew what to do; they were sisters now, bound by the same cursed blood, their wants and needs practically as one and so verbal communication was hardly necessary.
Gasps sounded when the group exited the curtain and made their debut under the blinding lights. Screams sounded under the thrumming music, people started to rise in a panicked attempt to escape, but the lamias worked their hypnotic magic as one, freezing them in place.
“Remove your clothesss,” commanded Twilight who slid down the catwalk and the mobs snapped to obey their new mistress. Garments were tossed into piles, hundreds of men and women simultaneously bared to them.
Everywhere they turned there were potential fresh sisters...or delicious meals. All for them to toy with and savor at their leisure.
