Hundreds were lost overnight, the lamias leaving few survivors during their latest reign of terror, the exception being those they wished to convert. Soon after their bloodbath, Twilight Sparkle returned to her laboratory, unaware that someone had witnessed the massacre and chosen to follow.
The scientist had retaken her legs for the moment to conserve energy, the streets afire as riots ran out of control. More monsters no doubt launching an assault on the town, but it wasn't her problem at the moment.
Slipping into her house, she stripped off her bloodied, ruined clothes and sighed, the lab still a wreck. For the moment she'd left her lab partner Moondancer and her friends behind, certain they wanted to revel some more in their new forms.
She, however, had another experiment to run. Her clothes were tossed aside, the cool air tickling her bare skin, and she rifled through a compartment. “Good, I was afraid you'd be damaged.” She removed a rifle she'd invented that resembled something from a cheesy pulp sci-fi. The bubble-like compartment at the top was supposed to harbor magic to be fired.
Instead, she meticulously searched the scorched area, and discovered to her relief that yes, a fragment of the changeling horn was still there! Greedily she scooped up the black piece and inserted it into the rifle's bubble.
“Hey there Twilight,” came a voice from the stairs to the basement. “Whoa!” Rainbow Dash raised her hands in front of her.
“You shouldn't have come here, Dash. But at least it will save me the trouble of hunting you down,” she said taking aim.
“Wait! I...I want to be like you! Who wants to stay normal in a world where monsters are running about? It's obvious they're gonna win in the end! And I think they're the coolest! Please,” she begged lowering her arms. “Make me a lamia!”
Twilight cocked an eyebrow. “You actually want to be turned?” She chewed her lower lip. “Fine. But you'll do it my way.”
“No hypnosis, okay? I totally want this to be of my own will,” reminded Dash.
“Oh, I didn't plan on that.” Twilight squeezed the trigger, energy charged through the rifle that hummed and tossed her back under the impact, and the beam struck Dash in her lithe breast, knocking the athlete down the stairs. She rolled with a yelp, landed slumped over, and groaned, tendrils of magic rushing around her downed figure.
Twilight studied her smoking, charred rifle, then tossed it aside with a clatter. “So, are you still with us, Dash?”
“Y-yeah,” whined Dash who hobbled back to her feet. “Damn it, nothing happened!”
Yet no sooner than she said that was when an electrical tingle started to build in Dash's lean bosom, warming her up, then slowly spreading out to her extremities. She panted, cheeks burning, heat building in her nubile loins. Her eyes glazed over as she started to rip off her now offensive clothes, starting with the usual short jacket she wore.
Next she seized her top, ripping it open and exposing her sports bra. That too she snapped off, small but perky breasts exposed to the air, her nipples pointy and erect. She hastily unlaced her sneakers, kicked them off, then yanked down her shorts, not bothering with underwear like always. Her pert bottom and the shaved cleft of her pussy were unveiled.
Everything was stripped and tossed into a pile. It's not like she needed them anymore!
Her eyes rolled into her head as an orgasmic rush made her pussy quake, hitting her all at once as she clenched her lower holes and moaned. Spatters of her juices rained down her inner thighs, the athlete writhing as her legs started to fuse, the coloration of a snake's tail starting to manifest. Twilight watched and grinned, another experiment an apparent success!
The moment the transmutation solidified Dash practically purred out, “Cool~” She traced her lithe, denuded form, met the eyes of the scientist and grinned. “You know, I have the perfect idea of who to test this new form on...”
*****
Since the city had turned into a nightmare a number of inhabitants decided to buckle down. One of the first to do so had been the Apple family, who were forced to constantly defend their farm from invaders. At the moment Granny Smith was asleep, Big Macintosh patrolled the grounds, while Applejack and Apple Bloom hid in the barn, the night eerily quiet and still.
But they all sensed something was out there. Not that it made much difference, as a new predator seemed to make their presence known each day. So far they had successfully driven them out, but how long could they last at this rate...?
“We hafta protect the livestock,” urged AJ, dressed in her stetson, a checkered tied top that half-exposed her freckled breasts, a short jean skirt over white panties, and boots with spurs. She carried a shotgun in her hands, the barn filled by stacks of hay, a number of animals kept in pens and cages. “Lose our food supply and we'll have no choice but to ride out.”
“I hear ya,” replied Bloom who wore a similar outfit minus the hat and a bow in its place, a revolver holstered at her hip. They tensed in wait, reminded themselves that once dawn broke they would finally be able to rest as the monsters retreated.
The doors burst open. They aimed their weapons towards the intruder. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!”
“Rainbow Dash? What in tarnation are you doin' here?” AJ lowered her shotgun but refused to let down her guard.
“Is big brother okay?” Bloom pursed her lips, eyes wet by tears.
“He's fine,” assured Dash who tried not to let her smirk spread to wide. “He let me in to help out! I've heard you've been struggling, and figured my old rival could use a hand!” Cautiously she approached the sisters.
“Well...it's true we're short-handed,” admitted AJ who breathed a sigh of relief. They were beat after days of little shuteye.
Closing in, Dash wasted no time. Her eyes started to swirl, calling on her true, serpentine nature, hidden beneath this human disguise. Immediately the dim-witted hicks froze up, eyes hazy as they were entranced by the snake's dance as she began to shed her 'skin' and reveal her true nature below the flesh. Clothes were torn away as a colorful tail emerged.
“Tosss assside your weaponsss,” commanded Dash who fully transformed. The sisters did as they were told. “Ssstrip.” This too they did, their tops undone so that freckled tits bounced free. They kicked off their boots, undid skirts that pooled at their feet, bent over as they slid down their panties, plush asses that were also freckled bared to the cool air.
Yet to her amusement they refused to abandon the stetson and bow, remnants of their identities. Not that the lamia particularly cared. They were free to be used as she wished, and she circled around the sisters, groped their supple flesh. She spanked their tits and buttocks, watched them jiggle and turn red under the impact, roughly squeezed them and pulled on their nipples.
Neither complained, rendered little more than dolls for her depraved used. Pretty soon she explored them further, pushed her fingers up their moist cunts and warm assholes, wiggled her digits as they spread their pink, clenching fuckholes.
“Umph,” she moaned, the meal she'd made of their kin not enough. She had reduced them to bone quickly, taken them by surprise, but already she had started to burn out. Was it because she had been altered in a different way...?
She wanted them inside her. But who to sacrifice first?
“You're an old friend,” she said to AJ and wrapped her tail around the cowgirl. Pushing her tip into AJ's squishy, audible schlicking twat, seized her muscular hips and impaled the freckled blonde on her. She reflexively moaned in response, forced to take the ride of her short life. She took her reverse-cowgirl style, licked and nibbled on her neck and ears, rested palms below her warm, heavy tits and practically juggled them as she played with her succulent fresh fuckmeat.
Pussy nectar spattered over Dash's snake tail, which spread her insides so wide she threatened to split her in two. “Take it bitch,” cried Dash who had finally conquered her rival in the most humiliating way possible. This was accented once AJ moaned and clamped down, squirted down her tail repeatedly, the slick surface covered in pussy nectar that dripped down.
In the throes of ecstasy Dash's mouth expanded and wrapped around AJ's head. She started to swallow her whole, continued to fuck her with her tail which simultaneously helped push her down her gullet and into her belly. Soon only her tanned legs were sticking out, until she was completely pushed in hat and all, Dash's belly swollen like she was heavily impregnated.
“Deliciousss,” murmured Dash who licked her chops. “Now, for desssert!”
Moving on to Apple Bloom, she spread the younger woman's thighs open. Her tail tip pressed up her virginal twat, her hands molded around her tits, kneading them. She cooed in response, a trickle of blood mixing with vaginal honey running out her slit and over her puckered pink asshole. Another claim held over AJ, who continued to twist inside her, helpless.
Again-and-again she nailed her, felt her shudder below her, face redder than her hair. She was doing her a favor, her conservative family making certain she wouldn't know the joys of sex until she was married. A habit Dash had broken AJ of a long time ago when she had seduced her after a heavy workout and practically forced herself on the hesitant girl.
“You like that, huh?” She petted Bloom's mane, who nodded enthusiastically.
But in order to stabilize herself Dash knew she needed one last meal. The moment Bloom squealed and came on her tail, an explosive gusher that sprayed across her lithe form, she widened her jaws once more and wrapped around her prey's head. She drooled, slurping her down, continuing to drive into her like she had her older sister until she settled into her belly.
By now her stomach was so swollen it looked fit to burst. The sisters were trapped naked in the enclosed space, wet and slippery like they were back in the womb, waiting to be digested by the lusty predator. Each time they thrashed inside her, a miniature climax struck her, and small spatters arose from her slit, the pink looks inflamed and moist as she moaned.
“Oh fuck,” she whined and rubbed her cunt on the shotgun, slathered it in her runny cunny honey as she rode its length.
Her scream echoed across the barn once she came. Animals stirred, spooked by the sharp noise that could have woken the dead.
The finishing touch was a pleasurable ache at her slender back. Her eyes rolled into her head, the flesh split, and from the slits that opened arose a pair of colorful feathered wings that matched her wild, messy mane. Feathers exploded out around them, floated in the air, the final stage of the athlete's monstrous transformation complete as she panted.
“Radical,” she whispered as she flexed her new extensions. She beat them, lifted herself off the ground, and did a few clumsy spins as she raced around the interior, certain that over time they would become second-nature to her. They even left a trail of bright colors after her as if by magic, much to her amusement as she landed back in the hay.
Over the hours Applejack and Apple Bloom were broken down by the acidic juices in her stomach. More tiny orgasms rippled across her extremities until they no longer wiggled, and she burped, spitting out bones and skulls in a sticky pile.
All the evidence that remained of them were their discarded weapons and clothes. She sniffed their panties with a wicked giggle.
Yet they were simply the start of her reign. There was an entire city out there to see and conquer at her whim...
