Equestria Girls In Disguise: Rise Of The Toxibolts

Toxic Sour quickly skipped down the sidewalk, trying her best to keep up with the red pickup as it moved along the street. But she had to keep herself hidden long enough. She couldn’t let either one of them find out that she was close.

Carefully moving down another street, the red pickup pulled into a parking spot on a sidewalk, and the engine shut down. Sour Sweet stepped out of the driver seat still with a smile on her face.

“I’ll be right back sweetness, okay? I just need to pick up the food, and then it's off to the drive in! Oh, wait. Still gotta pick up your Pretender form, I forgot.” Sour giggled.

Smallfoot giggled back. “Yeah. I’ll just sit out here babe.”

Sour stepped into the store, and Smallfoot’s pickup truck converted back into her standing bipedal form. Finding a spot to hang out, she leaned her back against a wall with no windows and sighed in happiness. As weird as it was to not have Sour’s sour side around, she was still enjoying hanging out with her sweet form.

Waiting for girlfriend to return, her inner workings flipped on a cassette tape, and she began to play music as she waited.

And there ain't no road just like it
Anywhere I found
Running south on Lake Shore Drive heading into town
Just slippin' on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound

“Wait. That song…” Toxic Sour stalled for a few seconds as the bubbles in her mind boiled up. “Nngh! You’re only making me angrier, you piece of shit!” And she stomped up to Smallfoot.

Smallfoot turned her head and her eyes went wide seeing her girl now as this black oily mess.

“Whoa, Sour. What happened to you?” Smallfoot was completely shocked to see the sight of her girl now this gooey, angry rage.

“Well... “ Toxic Sour hadn’t thought that far ahead. There was no way she would be able to make up such an excuse if the other her had gone inside the restaurant. “I… uh, fell into a vat of ink?”

Smallfoot just blinked. “Oh. Well, do you need to wash up somewhere?”

Sour’s eyebrows furled. “No I don’t need a wash up you piece of shit!”

Smallfoot was taken aback. “Wait, what?”

“I’m fine with looking dirty every once in awhile, Smallfoot.” Toxic Sour crossed her arms, splatting the ground around her with the toxin.

“Babe, did I do something to upset you?” Smallfoot asked with some concern.

“Oh my god, you are so dense, you know that!?” Toxic Sour snapped. “How do you not know!?

Smallfoot was now feeling a little confronted.

“Sour, what? What’s going on with you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe its because you never decide to make a move, or even get closer! What, are you afraid of getting closer to your loved one you piece of shit!? Oh wait, I forgot, you’re too emotionally upset over your planet destroyed!” Toxic Sour yelled.

Smallfoot’s hands turned into fists. “Is that what this is about? You’re upset because I haven’t made a move to progress us to the next level of our relationship!?”

“Yeah, I’m pissed, you bitch! Are you afraid of cooties, is that your big issue!?”

Smallfoot now was snarling. “Keep talking. I can just leave you to walk with no way to get a ride.”

“Fine then! You’re a whiny bitch, I wish you just made a move! I’ve got needs, you know!”

Smallfoot’s foot slammed into the ground, making a pothole as it dug through the road. “Well I’ve got needs too!”

Toxic Sour looked into the store, watching the other Sour about to leave. Just before Smallfoot said anything else, Toxic Sour quickly went into the alleyway, leaving her enraged.

“You… Oh sure! Walk away! That’ll solve everything!”

The clean Sour came out of the store, and Smallfoot just snarled seeing her again.

“Baby? Are you okay, what happened?”

“Oh don’t play innocent with me!” Smallfoot pounded her foot. “You’re pissed that I’m not making a move in our relationship, well guess what? Did it ever occur to you that maybe I’m not ready? Maybe I need to think about where I am in it!? Oh that’s right, it didn't’t. You only cared about us… doing it, rather than my own needs! Well you know what? You can find your own way back home. I’m not talking to you.”

Without another word, she jumped up and flew off into the air, leaving Sour feeling hurt and alone. And worse… she knew exactly what Smallfoot meant. And every word was true.

Sour felt her heart snapping, and tears welling up in her eyes. She sniffled and she looked into a puddle which showed her reflection.

“Smallfoot… s-she doesn’t love me anymore!” Sour’s hands dropped the food and she cupped her face, sobbing into her palms.”

From the alley, Toxic Sour watched as the clean Sour ran past her. “Yeah. That’s right, you fucking pussy. Run away. Now that you and your ooey-gooey lover are apart, it’ll be easier for us to toxify you and put an end to those fucking worthless Autobots…”

Up in the air, Sugarcoat was sitting in the backseat of the helicopter of Highbrow, while his head now transformed into a mini-robot was piloting.

“Y’know, I always wondered I never went flying with you, Highbrow. These heights are amazing!” Sugarcoat felt the wind blowing against her body. “I feel so free, like a bird swooping through the air!”

“The last time I asked you if you wanted to go into the air, you said you’d get airsick if you went into the air.” the Highbrow in the front seat replied with a nervous chuckle. “I didn’t want to risk your own health.”

“It’s perfectly fine, Highbrow. I don’t even think a helicopter can even give someone motion sickness unless you do some of those impressive barrel rolls.”

“Well, I have never actually attempted that myself. Mostly because, well… I’m not sure I’m built to do that.”

“Oh, c’mon, you big softie. You never know unless you try.” Sugarcoat smiled. “Plus, I bet you’d look pretty cool evading Thundercracker’s plasma shots like that.”

“If I even see Thundercracker again… but I suppose I can try it. Buckle yourself up, it's going to be a little bumpy.” Highbrow replied.

“Okay.” Sugarcoat pulled two seatbelts across her body, making a secure X shape across her chest. She pulled on the belts to tighten them up and didn’t stop until she was safely secured and pressed against the chair. “Ready!”

“Alright… here goes nothing…”

Highbrow’s body slowly began to move, and within seconds, the whole helicopter mode spun itself around in rolls, much like a barrel. For a few split seconds, Highbrow felt himself struggle, but the gyros in his body began to stabilize and he pulled off the roll almost flawlessly.

“Whoa… that was… that was exhilarating! Shall we do it again?” Highbrow asked with excitement.

“Yeah! We totally should!” Sugarcoat nodded with her hair frizzed in all directions. “The more confident you are in something, the better you get at it.”

Highbrow readied himself again, and just like before, he spun around in big circles, only much faster than before. From the ground, it would have been impossible to tell what kind of helicopter he was just from the big blue and white blurs.

Eventually, he slowed down, and the two of them were back to hovering like before.

“That was amazing…” Highbrow sighed as he tried to calm down from the adrenaline rush. But as he began to cool down, he saw a red figure soar across the sky going right past him. “Um, Sugarcoat? Am I hallucinating, or was that Smallfoot in the air?”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Sugarcoat scanned the air but couldn’t see a speck of Smallfoot. “She can’t even fly unless…”

“Fact about Gobots for you. For whatever reason, they can all fly. Why they possess vehicles when they can take off into the air, I won’t understand. But she can fly.” Highbrow pointed out. “Look in front of you. Can you see her yet?”

Sugarcoat’s eyes squinted, and sure enough, she could see her flying right in the air going off into the distance. “Hang on… It is her. And it doesn’t look like she’s pretty happy. We’d better go and see what’s up.”

“Good point.”

Gaining control of his guidance system, Highbrow began to fly normally and began to chase after the flying Gobot. She was moving fast, but thankfully Highbrow could catch up to her. He pulled up right on her left, and from the windows, Sugarcoat could see a few trickles of tear drops down her face, flying right off into the wind.

“Smallfoot! Wait up, girl!” Sugarcoat called. “It’s us. Highbrow and Sugarcoat. Let us talk to you!”

“No offense, but what could you possibly do to help? It’s not like any of you just got yelled at by the love of your life.” Smallfoot snapped.

“You seem tense, Smallfoot. Maybe we should run you back to Autobot HQ,” said Highbrow. “Optimus or the others will be able to find out what’s wrong.”

“I don’t want to go back. Not that we can anyway. I just want to be left alone!” Smallfoot tried to fly away, but Highbrow made a quick turn and pulled in front of her. She sighed in defeat. “You won’t leave me alone, will you?”

“Running away from your problems is never the right answer, Smallfoot. As a Gobot, you should know this the most of all.” Highbrow shook his vehicle mode head to the left and right. “You especially never ran from anything; not even when your own planet was destroyed.”

Smallfoot sighed. “Fine. I’ll talk. But can we do this on the ground?”

“Of course,” he said. “Sugarcoat. I think it’s time to put our little trip on hold.”

The three found an undisclosed location to talk. Sugarcoat stepped out of the cockpit, allowing Highbrow to transform back into robot mode, and his head connecting back into its socket.

“So what’s the problem, Smallfoot?” Sugarcoat lifted a brow. “I’m sure that we could help you out.”

Smallfoot sighed. “Fine.”

She sat down on the ground so she could talk face to face, and Sugarcoat found a spare bench to sit on.

“You know Sour and I have been dating for a while now, right?” Smallfoot asked.

“Yes,” they both said together.

“Okay, uh…” Smallfoot cleared another tear. “Sugarcoat, has she said anything to you about possibly wanting us to… move to the next level?”

“No. Not that I know of,” said Sugarcoat.

"Here’s the thing. I was waiting for her, and then she just lashes out at me because she’s…” Smallfoot sighed. “She wants to take things to the next level, and I’m not sure how I feel. Believe me, I’d like to pick things up but… I’m just not ready. Sour is the only girl I’ve had a longer relationship with, and I want to--”

“Hold on a second there. Sour couldn’t have lashed out at you, Smallfoot.” Sugarcoat scratched her chin. “That’s statistically impossible!”

“Well, she just did half an hour ago. And she’s—”

“No, no no! That’s not the point.” Sugarcoat put her hand over Smallfoot’s mouth. “She doesn’t even have any anger in her left. Wheeljack’s newest experiment made sure to drain all those bad emotions out of our heads. There’s physically no way for her to even feel anger anymore.”

“Well I’m afraid you’re wrong. She lashed out at me for being an emotional wreck who can’t keep her emotions intact. And—”

“Smallfoot! You’re wrong!”

By the door, Hot Shot, Bumblebee, and Sideswipe came in with Jolt riding their shoulders.

“How am I wrong? Try it, really try it.” Smallfoot said with some anger.

“Try connecting to Autobot HQ. That’s the proof in the pudding.” Jolt folded his Mini-Con arms.

Smallfoot rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She raised her finger up to her ear. “Smallfoot to Autobot Outpost 1. Can someone come in?”

All she heard was static. Followed by a message from Teletraan-1. “Systems still inactive. Damage diagnostics at eighty-seven percent. Whatever attacked Autobot HQ made sure that it would be difficult for me to repair myself. All communications are offline until further notice.” Then, the signal was dropped.

Smallfoot blinked. “Something’s not right… but wait, if that’s going on, then how do you explain THIS!?” Her headlights flashed a holoscreen showing an image of Toxic Sour that she saw from her head.

“That’s not Sour Sweet.” Bumblebee crossed his arms. “Come on, Smallfoot. You’re not stupid. You would know a hulking mass of black toxin apart from your girlfriend easily.”

“Wheeljack’s experiment backfired heavily, and these Toxic Shadowbolts came out of nowhere, attacked Autobot HQ, and turned Wheeljack into a toxic monster just like them so we wouldn’t be able to fix anything!” Sideswipe threw his arms out.

“Then how do you explain the anger and frustrations, I… wait a minute.” A light clicked in her head. “Wasn’t that experiment supposed to clean the anger and frustrations from the girls?”

“Yes. And the Sugarcoat here is the proof that the experiment was a success.” Jolt nodded. “These black Shadowbolts dripping with slime are the result of what got taken out and they seemed to represent the negative emotions they harbored. We don’t know much other than that, apart from the fact that this Toxic Sugarcoat is the leader and that they are able to turn Autobots evil and malicious.”

“Yeesh. And here I thought the Decepticons were bad.” Sideswipe crossed his arms.

“Whcih means that Sour was harboring negativity towards me after all.” Smallfoot replied. “But I was yelling at her nice self, oh my god…” She held her face. “I have to apologize to her.”

“Too late for that, you piece of shit.”

Everyone turned to the door and saw Toxic Sour choking Sour under her arm. The coloured girl muffled for help, but she couldn’t break free.

“You! So you’re all the anger and frustration she’s been penting up, aren’t you?” Smallfoot stood her ground.

"You bet I am!" Toxic Sour just swung her free arm at the Bots, knocking them out through the walls and into the trees behind them. Once the robots were out of her way, she stomped up to Sugarcoat.

“You. Come with me now, or I’ll pump you so full of this black stuff, you’ll be vomiting shit for the rest of your life.” She pushed her forehead against Sugarcoat’s.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Can’t we just resolve this peacefully over some tea?” Sugarcoat backed up. “I’ve got some good darjeeling and earl grey back home…”

“Do you want this happy, sappy bitch back or—”

Before she could finish, a blaster shot blew her head clean off. The blast came from Smallfoot, whose’ gun barrel was smoking. “You let her go, you monster!” She yelled.

Toxic Sour’s head refigured itself back up and she snarled. But before she could say anything else, she was met with a hot blinding light that shined in her vision.

“AGH! It's too bright, turn it off!!”

This gave perfect time for the Clean Sour to stomp on her foot, hit her in the gut with her elbow, allowing herself to break free and hide behind the others.

“You… little cunts!” Toxic Sour screamed and buried her hands into the ground, causing black pillars of sludge to erupt out underneath the Autobots and knock them straight into the air. “TIME FOR THE AUTOBOTS TO DIE OUT!”

“We got to get out of here!” Sugarcoat yelled.

“But where do we go, Sugar?” Sour huddled close to her. “We can’t possibly beat that… thing!”

The Autobots came hurling down from the air and back onto the ground, all groaning.

“Autobots! Let's transform and get out of here!” Sugarcoat ordered.

Without question, Bumblebee, Sideswipe and Hot Shot transformed and fled the area. Then Sugarcoat and Sour Sweet got into the vehicles of their respective partners and fled with the three Autobots. Toxic Sour only heaved and growled in anger of her failure.

“No! You won’t escape me!” Through her fury, she felt a pair of black slimy wings grow out of her body. She flapped them a couple of times and eventually took to the air. “You can’t run away from who you are, Sour Sweet! You. Are. ME!”

After a bit of running, the group managed to find a warehouse to camp out from the attack. They were all breathing very heavily as they felt their energon and breath begin fading away with each second.

“S-So… that happened.” Hot Shot panted. “Now what do we do?!”

“One thing’s for certain.” Sugarcoat spoke. “We need to find the rest of the Bolts, and we need to come up with a plan to detain those… things. From just that alone, we need as much help as possible.”

Highbrow gulped. “If that girl alone was just Sour Sweet’s frustrations, I’m not sure I want to see your maniacal half.”

“I wish that Sunset and her friends were here. They’d know what to do about all of this…” Sour shed a small tear of her own.

“We still need to find out what happened to them.” Jolt spoke up. “Last I heard from Hot Shot, they went down into the sewers to find the other toxic Shadowbolts. They’ve not come back since.”

Everyone’s own eyes widened.

“You don’t think…”

“That they’ve got Sunset and the rest of the Rainbooms down there with them?” Sugarcoat finished.

“If that’s true, then we don’t have much time.” Highbrow stood back up. “We need to get back to Autobot HQ, rally up as much as the other bots as we can, and mount an assault on the sewers. Surely, those Toxic Shadowbolts can’t last against superior numbers and quality.”

“Highbrow, the entire base is locked up and we can’t get any of them out of it. We’re all that’s outside.”

Sugarcoat snapped her fingers. “We’re not all that’s out. I know there are others who are still outside the base who can help us. And if I’m correct… I think we have a Combiner outside the base which may provide us an advantage.” Sugarcoat’s face turned into a smirk.