Sweepers

Hearing that last statement, Shark and Vertigo both gave Proxy a massive eyed, blinking stare. Neither of them knew what to say right off the bat, but Vertigo processed the thought in her head and she really liked how it felt, so she began to smile. Shark wasn’t so sure, she had so many questions she didn’t even know where to begin.

“Hold on, luv! Join us? I don’t know how you got that information, but do ya know what ye’re saying here? Do you even know what we do?”

“You are an underground task force verified by the government and indirectly under the command of the Royal Family. You take on missions that involve drug raids, infiltration, interrogation, intel and evidence gathering and assassination among others. Any mission that is considered too dangerous or sensitive for the police force or Royal Guards goes to you, and you are contractually obligated to keep your positions classified and to perform each mission without question. You have no jurisdiction yourselves and work in the shadows. Although there is no official title for your position, you often refer to yourselves as Sweepers.”

The resolution in her answer was palpable, and they both looked at her with some serious props for doing her homework so well. “I would have accepted ‘you’re the Royal Guards’ attack dogs’,” Vertigo said, “but that works too I guess.”

Yes, in essence, Sweepers were truly near the bottom of the rank, paid not to think but to do what they were told. In that sense, they were only just one step above mercenaries. Vertigo and Sharktooth were definitely not the only ones, but Sweepers were allowed to choose up to three partners to work alongside with, although they would sometimes be sent on missions separately. They were often at the whim of the Canterlot Royal Guards who overlooked them, both in what their assignments were and where they would be stationed.

Pretty common were stories of Sweepers getting reprimanded because they didn’t do their jobs exactly the way it was described. Shark and Vertigo had been chewed up and spat out by them once or twice, pretty gutsy of them considering they could shove their helmets right up their asses if they wanted to. But they were dogs on a leash, they didn’t talk back, instead just nodded and promised it wouldn’t happen again while biting their tongues. This lack of mutual respect created a lot of friction between the Sweepers and the Royal Guards in general. Not that either of them did it for their respect, they did it for the money, who cares what those royal bootlickers thought of them.

“Alright, so you do know what we do. I don’t know how, but quite frankly I don’t give a flying toss,” Shark said, crossing her arms and legs while leaning back in the couch. “If I’m getting this right, you don’t just want to join the Sweepers, you want to join us two, as a team?”

“Yes,” Proxy nodded in affirmation, then tilted her head to the side. “Is that a bad thing? Did I do something wrong?”

“Nah, not really,” Vertigo replied. “It’s just that someone requesting to join is pretty rare. Usually Sweepers just scout for potential recruits and recommend them to the higher ups. That’s how Shark and I got in.” She rested her chin on her arms. “So you could say this is a first for us.”

“Oh, well, I requested an appointment with you from the CEO of the company, and she arranged it for me. I was told the request was approved by the government.”

That explained a lot. It wasn’t unthinkable that someone like the president of Nova corp., a multibillion corporation, had enough power and influence to pull the strings of the government enough to have this meeting approved. If this was true, then the only thing they had to do was relay the recommendation to the Royal Guards so they could do a background check, make a decision, and wait for Her Royal Highness to hit her with the stamp of approval.

“Proxy, I gotta be honest with you,” Shark said, a lot of seriousness in her voice and demeanor. “I don’t know why ye’re so eager to join us even after knowing what we do. I could go home and recommend ya, but from a moral standpoint, I do not take this decision lightly. I refuse to introduce anyone into this life without being one hundred percent sure they’re suited for it.”

Although her expression didn’t really change, Proxy did hang her head and looked down to the floor for a few seconds. She then looked back up at her and nodded.

“C’mon Sharky!” Vertigo interjected, “She already said she wanted to join. We’ve never had a spontaneous job application like this before. Why the hell would we deny her?”

“Vertigo! What we do ain’t for everyone and their mum, you know that! It ain’t a normal job, she could get killed!” she replied very sternly.

“Yeah, that’s true, but here’s something to consider that I think you forgot.” She placed her hands on either side of her head and turned it, forcing her to look at Proxy. “She’s a cyborg! A freaking CYBORG! Probably the only one in Equestria too, no, the world! She can probably do things we can’t even imagine! It’d be insane to turn to her down!”

Shark grunted and furrowed her brows, and once again a small smile appeared on Proxy’s face, along with a blushing smiley face in her left eye. Vertigo shot up and pointed her finger at her. “Proxy! Baby! Tell us what you have to offer us!”

“I can gather intel, I can guide and update you on your missions, I can hack systems remotely, I can develop gadgets and software, I could even weaponise myself if I have to.”

“There we go!” Vertigo chanted. “All very low risk for her and super helpful to us! She can be the tech wizard to our team! Every group of action heroes needs a nerd!” She turned to Proxy. “Ehm, no offense of course.”

“None taken,” she replied.

Shark’s expression softened up and she cornered her eyes, her arms still crossed. “Face it Sharky, she would be so valuable to our team. Think about it! She could even be the key to us Sweepers finally being taken seriously if she proves herself! She might revolutionise us! Besides, you’re not gonna tell me you wouldn’t kick your own ass later because you turned down the only cyborg in Equestria!”

After a few moments of silence and a deep sigh, Shark uncrossed her arms, leaned forward to pick up her glass of OJ and took a sip from it.

“Fine.”

Vertigo grinned widely and balled her fist. Proxy was relieved too, even if she had trouble showing it in her face.

“However! There’s still something I wanna know. Proxy, you do realise that if you get approved, you will have to leave all this behind, do ya?” she asked, to which she nodded. “But why? You seem to be doing well for yerself right here. You got a nice job, doing what you like, and I could be wrong, but I don’t think the pay as a Sweeper compares to what ye’re making now. Explain that to me, cause I ain’t getting it.”

Without breaking eye contact with Shark, Proxy lowered her head slightly. It was so difficult to tell what she was thinking when her expression hardly changed. She got up from the chair and the other two followed her with their eyes as she walked up to the window. Rain was still pouring down outside, drawing squiggly lines of water against the glass.

“I do not go out much…” she said.

Vertigo raised an eyebrow. “Why? Can’t handle the rain?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I am fully waterproof. I do not go out much because of what I am, and how I look. You said I am the only cyborg in Equestria, and that is true. That makes me alone. When you saw me for the first time, before I said anything, were you scared of me?”

Shark and Vertigo looked at eachother, detecting the sudden somber tone in the air. “Well, just a little…” The dark blue one said.

“Yes, I do not blame you. Almost everyone is, even some of my colleagues. The truth is, even though I do like my job, it feels like I am stuck here. I spend a lot of my time alone, either here or in my workspace. I only get out when I have to, but even then, it is harsh when other ponies look at me like I am a monster.”

“Oh man, Proxy. That sucks. But you know, forget what I thought at first, now I think you’re awesome!”

Proxy turned around, and she had the biggest smile they had seen on her yet, as well as a smiley face in her eye. “That is why I am certain that I want to join. I want a place where I can belong, where I can have...friends…”

This made Vertigo smile, and she looked at Sharktooth next to her and she looked back at her, a smile forming on her face as well. “Ohhh, looks like she’s sold on you, Proxy!” She turned back to face her. “I’d say we’re already friends.”

“Thank you, Vertigo… Shark…” She brought her hand to her dreadlocks covering the right side of her face. “Then I want you to see this. You would have seen it sooner or later anyway.” She slowly moved her dreads out of the way and uncovered something that made their eyes bulge. In the right side of her face was a steel orb, resembling a chameleon’s eye with a small, shining red dot. The orb was quite large and circled by shutters. It moved quickly and independently from her other eye, seemingly scanning the area. As her locks now covered the left side of her face, she looked so much different, so much more intimidating.

“This is my mind’s eye interface. Not only can I see much better and farther with it, it is also a powerful computer. It is connected to my modified brain with a synthetic optic nerve that transfers digital data at high speeds and allows me to ‘see’ and interact with it mentally. Anything you can see on a computer screen, I can see and manipulate in my head. It is also the part of my body that scares people the most, that is why I keep it hidden.”

Once again Shark and Vertigo were completely stunned, but the pegasus girl moved closer to get a better look. “Wow, that’s amazing! Are you telling me that you can watch porn with that thing without anyone knowing?”

“Vertigo!” Shark yelled.

“Yes,” Proxy replied as she flipped her hair back to its original place. “I do have internet connection.”

This drew a great big grin from the orange haired pegasus. “And do you?”

“VERTIGO!!!” Sharktooth was about ready to pile drive her through the floor at this point.

“Of course. I might be doing it right now, as far as you know.”

The grin never left her face as she turned around to face her dark green friend and shrugged her shoulders as to say “See, there ya go”. Shark rubbed the bridge of her muzzle with her thumb and forefinger, her eyes clenched shut, groaning at the thought of having not one, but two perverts on her team. She shook her head.

“Right, well, if you’re sure about it, I can send the recommendation when we get home. If ye’re approved, which can take a while, you can leave here and move in with us.”

Proxy nodded and her wings fluttered. “Thank you so much.”

“We’ll need a way to contact you. Can ya give us your number?”

“Oh, sure. Just a moment.” For the next few moments, Proxy seemingly spaced out, staring into eternity, her body and eye unmoving. Vertigo was about to say something when she snapped out of it. “Okay, done.”

A mere second later, both Shark and Vertigo felt their phones vibrate in their pockets at the exact same time. They took them out and saw that they got a text message from an unknown number. The message contained an email address that was obviously Proxy’s and a smiley face. “Make sure you save my number,” the quirky cyborg said.

“Duuuude… That is insane!”

“Aye, I admit, that’s bloody impressive!”

After all that was sorted out, the three shook hands on it. Now it was up to Shark and Vertigo to pitch her to the Royal Guards. It wouldn’t be so evident, since she was not exactly a typical candidate, but she was an exceptional case, so that drew a little bit more hope in this case. The interview was wrapped up now, so Shark was in the middle of excusing themselves, but Vertigo had something else in mind, something that hadn’t left her ever since she laid eyes on it.

“Whoa there Sharky! What’s the rush?” she said, drawing a questioning look from the shark like mare. “There’s still one thing I gotta do before I leave.” She marched up to the device against the wall, the double seated saddle vibrator and stared at it with a devious smirk. “This thing looks way too much fun to pass up!”

“Oh, that’s right!,” Proxy said. “You said you wanted to help me test it?”

The flustered shark tried to bring something out but stumbled over her words. She finally shook her head. “Are you taking the piss, Vertigo? No!”

“Ohh come on, man! Why not? Our work’s done, I just wanna give it a little try!” she whined back at her.

“Why- Why not?! Cause it’s fucking weird, that’s why! You wanna get yer nethers tickled right here in front of us? Do ya even know where you are?”

“Actually, it is fine.” Proxy explained, “These walls are soundproof, and I do need 2 people to properly test it. I would appreciate it if you helped.”

“Y-yeah, but-”

“Oh, that’s rich. Is the tough girl embarrassed by a little sex toy? Masturbating is something we all do, even you. Plus, I’ve seen you naked before, remember?”

“Because you were spying on me in the shower, you tosser!” she barked back, her face turning red. “And that ain’t the same! That’s something you do in private! Getting yer rocks off in front of someone you just met is indecent, not to mention I don’t need to see it!”

“She doesn’t seem to mind, right Proxy?” She turned to the cyborg mare who had opened a cupboard and took out a box with accessories. There were a bunch of replacements for the lumpy shaped nubs that were currently installed, all made of the same red, see through jelly material and attached to a pivot so they could rotate. There were two of each, most of them vaguely phallic shaped and coming in several different sizes, from 2 to 8 inches and some of them were even ribbed or covered in round little nubs. These were custom made, commissioned from a company that specialised in sex toys and delivered to her.

“No, I do not mind at all. I usually test them out myself, but if Vertigo wants to help, then that is perfectly fine.”

“Oh, don’t mind her. She’s a little bit shy,” Vertigo laughed. “I don’t think she minds as much as she lets on though.” She then moved closer to Proxy, got on her toes and whispered something into her ear. Shark raised her eyebrow at this, especially when Proxy turned to her and a little smiley face was displayed in her cybernetic eye.

“Wut? What did you say?”

“Oh, nothing! Don’t worry, Sharky. I’ll keep my panties on,” she said.

For now…

Proxy picked up the remote from the ground underneath the machine. It had two identical sets of buttons and knobs, one for each side of the device, with a few buttons to turn on or off the vibration, rotation and other functions, and a round dial to control the intensity. She then dragged the machine away from the wall and plugged it in. She turned it on via the remote, but since nothing was active yet, it didn’t make a sound other than a click.

“Okay, whenever you are ready.”

Vertigo was already starting to get soaked at the prospect. She slipped out of the hoodie she wore and threw it onto the couch, leaving her in her black t-shirt. She then removed her shoes and unbuckled her belt, bending down to slide off her pants and leaving them on the floor. She was now in her dark purple panties. Shark looked at her, her heartbeat quickening. It wasn’t like she’d never seen her take off her clothes before in all their years, but the context was so much different this time. She swallowed hard as Vertigo stepped over the machine and lowered herself on top of the protrusion. She sat there, leaning onto the padded seat with her hands.

“Okay, I’m good. Bring it on,” she said.

With that, the machine between her legs began to hum as Proxy set it to vibrate and slowly turned the dial to 1. Vertigo felt the jelly nub beginning to tremor against her crotch and very slightly disperse through her pelvis and thighs. It wasn’t intense by any means, but she experienced a very pleasant tingle that was enough for her pussyjuice to begin to flow more rapidly.

“Oh, oh wow! That is really nice already.” she said.

“It is not too harsh yet, is it? This is only the first setting,” Proxy asked

“No, no, not at all. It’s very smooth and really pleasant. Kind of relaxing too”

“Okay, I will set it to two then.” Proxy turned the dial clockwise to the second setting, and the hum of the machine became ever so slightly higher pitched. The intensity gain wasn’t jarring, which was the point, but it was enough for a moan to escape Vertigo’s mouth. The vibrations against her clit sent ripples of pleasure through her abdomen and her panties were getting positively drenched. “Yeah, approved! Next please!”

The sex machine was dialed up to 3, and from here on the tremors were starting to feel a little more aggressive. Her pleasure center was stimulated to the point where she could probably very reliably cum. It wasn’t so bad that it was scrambling her mind, but for masturbation purposes, this was adequate. Her hips began to move on their own, grinding her pussy against the soft, quaking material and her juices were spilling through her panties and onto the seat.

“So, what do you think?” Proxy chimed in, though it was obvious Vertigo was enjoying herself.

“Ahhh… Oh fuck… It’s really good! H-how many s-settings does this thing have?” she asked, the rumbling already becoming somewhat evident in her voice.

“Eight. You are on three now.”

“D-damn! Ehhh, go to f-four then, p-please!”

So she did, and now the humming was getting much higher and the sound of vibrations much more pronounced. Vertigo’s breathing became deep and heavy and her body began to shake. She even reached one hand up to her breast and began to squeeze it. Then her toes curled and her body tensed up. “Oh, shit,” she said between her teeth, “Shit! Fuck! Hnnnn- Gaaaah! Haaahahahah! Hah! Hah! FUCK!!!”

A lump formed in Shark’s throat and she swallowed hard. Her face was growing beet red and hot as she watched her partner’s back arch backwards and she came hard right in front of her. She had never seen her do anything like this before. What she did next, however, really made her heart skip a beat. Vertigo leaned backwards, pulled her panties to the side and began to rub her gushing, twitching pussy forcefully with two fingers. With every rub, a small torrent of clear liquid squirted out from between her pink lips and splashed onto the seat of the machine. Then, she pulled off her shirt as well as her sports bra and threw them to the floor, letting her surprisingly big tits flop out. She practically had hearts in her eyes, and on her face was an ecstatic, lip biting smile as she proceeded to ride the device with lustful abandon.

“Five! Five!” she exclaimed.

Proxy didn’t say anything, she just turned the dial to the next setting and enjoyed the show. She stared with her big, wide open eye. While the synthetic side of her body was left rather indifferent about it all, the blood pumping through her organic side was laden with sex hormones that were increasing the rate of her heartbeat, laboured her breathing and made her wet between the legs.

“O-Oh m-my f-f-fucking f-fuck! T-this thing i-is ama-a-a-zing!” she chanted, her voice shuddering along with the tremors of the vibrator. “I-I’m lo-o-osing my sh-it ri-i-ght no-w!” The continuous stimulation of her swollen clit soon caused her to fly over the edge again, cumming a second time, after which she lifted her hips up from the seat and grabbed her aching, dripping snatch. Her legs were weak and numb from all the vibrating, but she avoided falling off the thing, though just barely.

“Oh, oh God! Proxy, you should be making millions with these things!”

“I am glad you like it,” she answered. “Would you like to try a different add on?”

“Ehmmm, yeah!? And would one of you join me already? I thought this was a ride for two!”

Proxy turned to Sharktooth, who stood there with her arms crossed under her breasts, clearly flustered and blushing madly. She looked back at her, and they entered a silent debate on who should go. The dark green, sharp toothed mare’s eyes went wide, then grimaced, nodding her head at the machine while keeping her eyes on her.

“Okay, I will go,” the cyborg said dryly, before handing the remote to Shark, who took it and looked at it like it was a piece of alien hardware. “Here, you can take this. Just do not put it at full power right away. Oh, could you turn it off, please? I have to replace the accessory.”

Shark nodded, then switched vibrate to off and the Orgasmatron’s hum went low until it died down completely. She dialed the intensity back to zero just in case. Meanwhile, Proxy leaned down and reached for the jelly lump, but before she touched it, she froze. It was soaking wet, just like the seat all around it, and the scent coming off the liquid, the scent of Vertigo’s sex, assaulted her receptors and caused a spark in her systems. She turned her head to her to see that she was sitting on the edge of the seat, her legs spread and her fingers rubbing between her wet pussy lips. Her panties were missing by now so she was completely naked.

“You like what you see?” Vertigo asked, her voice gasping and steamy.

Proxy blinked a couple of time, her curious gaze meeting hers. “Yes,” she said in her usual monotonous way, “your vagina looks very good.”

“Don’t say it like that, you weirdo,” the shorter one chuckled. She had to admit, the way she looked at her, with an innocent, wonder filled stare, she found it very cute, even if it was just a facade she couldn’t help. It kind of made her want to eat her up.

Proxy pinched the flexible, rubber plate and pulled the basic accessory off the machine. The juice coating it felt so warm and it was now on her fingers as well. “Which one would you like?”

“I’ll go for the ribbed one,” she answered, somewhat impatiently.

The ribbed add-on was a little over 6 inches in length and with a slight bend. That didn’t seem very huge, but this thing was not only designed as a vibrator, but could thrust and rotate as well. If all of those functions were to be combined, and if it were much bigger than that, the experience could be rather painful and even dangerous, especially on the higher settings. Proxy attached it properly, and Vertigo moved over it as soon as she could. Lube wasn’t necessary, since her cunt rained down on it with some of her own. It slipped inside of her with a sigh of relief; she couldn’t wait for it to come to life now.

The glee in her eyes could be measured in gallons as she watched Proxy plop down on the seat on the other side. She opted for the basic one for now, since she was still wearing her bodysuit. With her legs spread like this, she could not only see the dark spot on her groin, but also that beautiful outline of her mound, which made Vertigo’s mouth water. “I have never done this with someone else before,” she announced.

The dark blue mare grinned. “Sharky, if you will!”

“Aye, whatever…” She activated vibrate for Proxy and turned the dial to 1. She couldn’t believe she was stuck doing this, it still felt ridiculously awkward for her. Then again, if she was in control, and Vertigo was on it… Maybe she could have a little bit of fun after all. She smirked, and turned on both vibrate and thrust before twisting the dial all the way to 7. The resulting howl that echoed through the room was so well timed it almost made her burst out laughing.

“WAAAAH! HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK!!! SHARK!!!” The fake red cock exploded with energy out of nowhere and began to plow her with incredible intensity, all the while shaking like a magnitude 10 earthquake. Her already sopping pussy tube overflowed as the ribbed dildo fucked her with an outrageous speed no stallion could ever replicate, while the vibrations shook not only her vaginal walls, but her entire body to the core. Her G-spot was getting overloaded with stimulus, and her pussy felt like a river. Her eyes rolled back into her skull and her tongue ejected from her mouth, speaking incoherent syllables while her face went crimson. She didn’t even have the energy to stand up anymore at that point in time.

Soon enough, her dam could no longer hold back the pressure and bursted. With a loud scream, Vertigo began to squirt something fierce! A non stop cascade of that slightly murky liquid erupted from her hole with such power it was like she had turned into a pressure washer. It crashed into the saddle and drops sprayed around wildly, while the rest poured down the sides of the machine and pooled on the floor. Eventually, she managed to raise her ass off the saddle and off the dildo gone berserk, but her squirting orgasm didn’t stop for several more seconds. She nearly fell forward, but Proxy caught her in her arms. Vertigo held on to her with a tight grip as her entire body shook.

It was then that Sharktooth dialed it all the way back and the high pitched hum died down. She wondered if maybe she overdid it a little bit. Still, the result, she had to admit, was quite interesting.

“Are you okay, Vertigo?” Proxy asked the gasping, shaking and sweating pegasus leaning against her. She nodded.

“Dammit, Shark! Were you trying to kill me?!”

“Oi, I thought you wanted to test it. Thank yer lucky stars I didn’t put it on maximum,” she quipped back.

“You mean it wasn’t?! Oh man…” When she came back to her senses, she noticed that Proxy had been riding the device all along, and leaning this close to her, she could hear how heavily her heart was beating. She then looked down and saw the pussy nectar already running down the saddle from her crotch. She must have really enjoyed the show, because she was waterfalling like a motherfucker. “Sharky, bump her up to three,” she said without looking at her.

As the magnitude suddenly picked up, Proxy’s head cocked back slightly and her eye closed halfway. Vertigo began to rub her between the legs through her bodysuit, feeling the warm juices seeping through generously. “So Proxy, lemme ask you something. Is your pussy still real?”

“Y-yes, my reproductive organs are completely intact,” was her answer, though her voice was slightly lower in volume now.

“Oh fuck, that’s so hot,” she grinned. “What about your titties?”

The cyborg gave a small moan when Vertigo reached for her chest and squeezed the both of them firmly. “One of them is synthetic, but it is filled with a special silicone gel that makes it feel real.” She wasn’t kidding, Vertigo could hardly feel the difference between the two. They both felt soft and malleable, and she could only tell because she didn’t feel a nipple on the right one.

“Show them to me, Proxy. I wanna see what your body looks like.”

Without much hesitation, Proxy reached back and unzipped her shiny, grey catsuit. Vertigo, as well as Shark, gazed in anticipation as her suit began to slip off. Connected to her chest was a smooth, bulbous breast made out of a thin outer layer of dark grey cyberskin with a realistic weight to it. It was the same size as her real one, which had a pale pink areola.

Any scar tissue she may have had was neatly overlapped by the smoothly sanded plating that made up her exoskeleton, which curved from the right side of her neck to the middle of her chest, then along the side of her abs and reached the crease between her right leg and her pelvis. On her back, it ran a straight line along her spinal cord, down to her right buttcheek which was made out of the same material as her breast. The fusion between her cybernetic and organic halves was meticulous and brilliantly polished.

“Wow, that is sooo cool,” Vertigo commented, and immediately attacked her nipple with her mouth, while squeezing her right breast with her hand. The other reached around and felt up her ass.

“Ehm, Vertigo?” Proxy pointed at her right boob. “I do not actually feel anything in that one. But ehhh, continue…”

Her right breast may not have had any nerves running through it, but the left one certainly did, and the orange haired pegasus was going to town on that one, sucking and licking on her hardening nub with unmatched gluttony. Meanwhile the machine was rumbling against Proxy’s exposed clit, and her heat detectors notified her of the heat emitting from her crotch, as well as her rising body temperature. She broke out in perspiration, and little did anyone know, she had already brought up a rather naughty video through her mind’s eye interface to spice things up.

Vertigo moved her ass back and slid the dildo up her pussyhole again, then signaled Shark to set it to four, for the both of them. She did as she asked, and now they were leaning forward, looking each other in the eyes while their pussies were getting pleasured and their passion grew. Although Proxy’s expression was still somewhat flat, her heaving chest, half open mouth and trembling body betrayed her excitement. Vertigo went muzzle to muzzle with her, clearly wanting to go in for a kiss, but feeling apprehensive, Proxy moved her head back slightly.

“Ehm, purely platonic, right?”

“What? Yeah!”

“No awkward feelings afterwards, right?”

“Just shuddup and gimme that sugar, baby.”

Then their lips pressed against each, and it didn’t take long before their tongues got involved. It moved slowly at first, but overtime grew into a sloppy, horny tongue kiss that had both of them gasping for air. Their mouths hung open and their tongues licked one another, then wrestled and intertwined, and they exchanged their bodily fluids like their lives were on the line. They didn’t use any techniques in particular, nor did they think about it, they just did what their bodies told them to. Making out like this with a cyborg while a machine fucked her pussy was so unbelievably hot to her, Vertigo came again right on the spot, cocking her head to the side to reach ever deeper into her mouth while moaning loudly. Proxy did the same, and reached out and grabbed Vertigo by her quaking ass, right before she proclaimed her first orgasm into her new friend’s oral cavity, one that made her hips rock, her eye clench and her water valve burst. While her snatch spilled all over the padded seat, Vertigo grasped her hips as well and pulled her a little closer, pushing her face into hers and eating it voraciously. She couldn’t think of a better way to get to know her new team mate, and she was liking her more and more every second.

The remote sat in Shark’s trembling hand as she watched this scene unfold, her face blood red and her throat swallowing away the nerves. She knew Vertigo was capable of getting lewd from time to time, but this… This was something she never even dared to imagine. It felt so wrong, but at the same time, it did not leave her unaffected. This was, bar none, the hottest scene she had ever seen with her own eyes, and she had front row tickets to it. She looked down at the wet mess dripping down in puddles on the floor, and back at Vertigo and Proxy snogging as if no one was watching, gasping and moaning all the way. All of the lesbian smut in the world couldn’t have prepared her for this.

Yet despite the fact that she was getting very aroused, so far she had only played the voyeur in this. Something was holding her back, and she wondered what. Was it because Vertigo was involved? The unease of engaging in something like this alongside or even with her childhood friend? Yes, but there was more to it than that. She thought back to Citrus, where she was also seduced into getting dirty with her. If that didn’t happen, she probably wouldn’t have even thought of doing something like that. Sharktooth always considered herself very rough and not conventionally attractive, what with the muscles and the scars on her body, but sometimes when she looked at herself in the mirror, she did realise she was actually prettier than she made herself out to be in her mind. Her breasts were big and firm, and she had the curves that wouldn’t look out of place in a Playcolt magazine. However, even knowing that, she was constantly at war with her femininity, that’s why she couldn’t see herself on top of that Orgasmatron thing.

Vertigo had called her hot before, for what that was worth…

But now, she was at a crossroads. Everything happening in front of her was becoming more than she could bare, so she had two choices. Either hang back like she had been doing up until now, or do something out of her comfort zone like join in and get a piece of the action, or...masturbate, perhaps? She did have an urge to clench her legs together to somewhat alleviate her own arousal, not that it helped a lot. If she had a couple of drinks in her, maybe this would have been an easier decision to make.

The two pegasi were so engrossed in their face sucking session that they didn’t notice Sharktooth putting the remote on the ground and taking off her jeans jacket that she never bothered to take off until now. Now in her black tank top that actually showed off her cleavage quite well, as well as her abs, she took a deep breath and popped her neck. She walked around and stood behind Proxy and, with as much determination as she could muster, grabbed her tits in a firm grip.

The kiss between the two broke and Proxy gave a cute little whimper at this sudden development. Her head turned slightly, but then she felt her long, pierced tongue rub against the side of her neck, making the tip of her ear tremble.

“Oh, fuck yeah, Sharky! That’s what I call a team building exercise!” Vertigo cheered. She didn’t respond, she just licked and sucked on the cyborg’s neck while squeezing both her boobs, taking her nipple between her fingers and pinching it. Proxy now had a dark pink blush on her cheek and her whole body glowed. She even had that slight hint of despair on her face and she was becoming more and more vocal. Eventually her face met with Shark’s and they too engaged in a deep tongue kiss.

“Hmmmm, that’s so good!” Vertigo said, licking her lips. “Lift her up, Shark! I wanna take a good look at that cute pussy of hers!” With that, Shark very gently raised her up from the machine, and Proxy planted her feet on the ground to help. Her pelvis was now pointing forward and Vertigo could see her soaked, quivering slit in great detail. She rubbed her thumb over her clitoris, making the whole thing twitch and spurt out a small amount of juice. The view of this gorgeous, glistening puss that looked about ready to pop was making Vertigo immensely thirsty.

“Oh sweet baby Luna, that is fantastic! I’mma fucking eat it!” Immediately, Vertigo pushed her muzzle against her crotch and her tongue torpedoed into her very tight honey pot. Proxy’s hips shocked at the sudden sensation and she groaned into Shark’s mouth. The dark blue pegasus slurped and sucked, licking around the clit and rubbing her tongue against it, using lots of spit and not neglecting to use her fingers either. At the same time, the Orgasmatron was still fucking her at dazzling speeds, so she too was pretty close to cumming again. Her fifth time if she recalled correctly, but her stamina and vitality were nothing short of impressive.

“You wanna cum on my face, huh?” Vertigo said, in between slobbering on that very tasty pussy. “Come on, you dirty little cyborg, hose me down! You can squirt all over me anytime you want!”

Proxy pulled away from Shark’s kiss and looked down at Vertigo, who was now viciously shoving her fingers up her snatch. “L-lewd!” she said with that robotic reverb. “You are very lewd, Vertigo.”

“You bet your sweet ass I am! Now I need your sexy cyborg pussy to explode all over me, so fucking gimme!”

With her pussy now convulsing, Proxy watched as the cum drunk pegasus roughly licked her clit over and over while fingerbanging her hole. So many of her erogenous zones were under assault at the same time, especially since Sharktooth still had a firm squeeze on her breasts and her tongue went back to focusing on her neck. She was so very close and all the dirty talking only made her urge that much worse. Then, something happened that she didn’t expect. Sharktooth whispered something into her ear.

“Go on luv, give her what she wants. Cum as hard as ya can!”

She felt it, a flow that she never experienced before, amassing below her stomach and rushing out of her with no way to stop it. Kaboom!!! She went off like a bomb, emphasized by the colourful explosion icon that rapidly flickered in her eye and a high pitched squeal that was unlike any she had ever made. Vertigo was absolutely blasted by Proxy’s orgasm that felt more like a firehose than a squirt gun. There was so much of it, with so much power behind it that it almost felt like she was going to drown. In the heat of that moment, and while reeling about how insanely hot it was to get bukkake’d by her warm lady cum, Vertigo’s brain short circuited and she reached her climax as well.

“Yes! Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! Fuck! Fuck!!!” Her eyes rolled back into her head much like they did before and she chomped down on Proxy’s pussy while it was still spraying into her mouth. She gulped, drinking it down straight from the tap, quenching her thirst for that sweet, sweet love juice she had been longing for. All the while, her cunt spasmed violently and she coated the machine with another huge load of her own.

After that, they both fell silent. Shark sat Proxy down and grabbed the remote to turn everything off. When the humming died down, the only sounds left were the rhythmic dripping and the heavy breathing. Proxy and Vertigo leaned their sweaty, shimmering bodies against each other and rested their heads onto one another’s shoulders. Their eyes were closed and their bodies relaxed, the sweat and other moistures slowly cooling them off.

“That was...fun,” Proxy panted. “A lot more fun than doing it alone.”

“Uhuh,” Vertigo chuckled. “I can’t wait for you to be on our team.”

“Yes, me too. I am looking forward to it.”

Shark crossed her arms and looked at the two naked ponies as they caught their breath. She shook her head with a small smile, then walked over to the couch and sat her ass down. Those two were going to be the end of her sooner or later. “I suppose that machine is approved. If ye’re done, wash up and get dressed, Vertigo. We still got stuff to do.”

“Huh? But you didn’t get your turn yet, Shark,” she said, lifting her head off Proxy’s shoulder.

“Never mind that! We shouldn’t wag off if we want Proxy to join anytime soon. Besides, you two look absolutely knackered, so come to yer senses and get cleaned up so we can go.”

“Oh well, maybe some other time then.” Vertigo grinned and whispered something into Proxy’s ear again, something that made the cyborg mare give a tiny smile.

“What the fuck did you say this time?” Shark asked suspiciously.

“Oh, I just asked if I could use her shower, and that maybeyoucouldmunchonherboxnexttime.”

“WHAT?!”

Three weeks later.

It took some back and forth, but eventually Proxy’s profile was submitted to the ones in charge. There were some concerns about her physical abilities as well as her complete lack of experience in the field, especially since it was not exactly custom for Sweepers to have a computer expert or a technician on their teams. However, they did see the potential in her impressive technical skills and her high cyber affinity, and she was approved by Celestia herself for a three month testing period, during which Sharktooth and Vertigo would teach her the ropes and let her get accustomed to her new job. They didn’t have many worries about it though, Proxy seemed like a quick learner. She would probably be fine.

There was one thing Vertigo was right about. Someone like Proxy could very well change the structure of their organisation if she played her cards well. They may even gain more autonomy, allowing them to take on cases themselves and solve them as they see fit. That prospect was still a ways off, though, since the Royal Guards were very iffy about giving up their control over them and allow them to turn from a group of obedient knuckleheaded roughnecks into a full fledged special forces squad. That was still just a dream at this point, but not an impossibility in the future. They would really have to prove themselves for that, though the idea of breaking away from their grasp and smirking in their faces as a force to be reckoned with was so very satisfying.

Sharktooth was watching TV on the couch with her cat in her lap. Guppy was a male cat, white with black markings that she picked up off the street one day while walking home from the grocery store. The feisty little bugger scratched her pretty hard when she reached out for him the first time, but with just a little bit of persuasion, in other words food, she was able to get him to come out from under the dumpster. Ever since, Shark was the only one who could pet him without getting mauled. His behaviour towards Vertigo had loosened up recently, and he did resonate with her, especially if there was food involved, but touching was still a big no no.

“Shark! Shark!!!” Vertigo’s voice sounded from the hall, her excitement very evident, making both Shark and Guppy look up from their rest. She finally stormed into the living room with her phone in her hand. “Shark, big news!”

The dark green mare picked up the remote and turned down the volume of the idiot box. “Aye, what is it?”

“I just got an email. Apparently our time in Filly is up! We’re being transferred!”

Both of her eyebrows raised, she looked back at her in surprise. “Again? Crikey, we just moved to Filly like 4 months ago. Where are they sending us this time?” She wasn’t sure why Vertigo was so excited about this, last time she grumbled as much about the move as she did.

“That’s the best part! We are moving toooo…” she interrupted her announcement in an attempt to drum up suspense. It didn’t really work, as Shark just gave her a blank stare. “Ranchtown!”

“Ranchtown? That place just north of here? What the hell do they want us there for?”

“Well,” Vertigo started to explain, “Some serious shit has been going down over there recently, and there’s this huge investigation going on. They’re mobilising several Royal Guards over there and they want us to tag along. Here, read this!”

Vertigo handed over her phone and on it was a long article. The story was about Rich Co, a multibillion corporation that owned a plethora of businesses not only in Ranchtown, but in the surrounding areas including Fillydelphia too. They were comparable in wealth and power with Nova Corp, but entirely unaffiliated. A juggernaut like Nova would rather stand tall on its own rather than be bought out by an external company, although Rich Co did try to several years ago.

Apparently its CEO and founder, Obscenely Rich, stood accused of corruption, using a laundry list of backhanded tactics to turn business in his favor. They included bribery, sabotage, intimidation, blackmailing, and even going so far as to almost frying an entire block with an electromagnetic pulse just to wipe out one hardware shop that stood in competition with them. All because Mr Rich wasn’t happy with his monthly figures. After all that, him and several accomplices, some of them known felons, were arrested and now stood in wait for their trial. They even went as far as calling him a terrorist, which was not far from the truth at all. So as daddy was thrown in the slammer, Rich Co crumbled and his daughter took over, reopening several of the businesses that were caught in the fire. Interestingly enough, Rich’s own daughter was aware of his unscrupulous behaviour and fought to expose him for all he had wrought. Talk about a familial conflict. Sharktooth had heard about all this, so she skimmed over the article.

“And?” she said while handing the phone back to Vertigo. “Sounds like they’ve got a pretty good handle on the whole thing right now. It don’t seem to like they need us for this.”

“Yeah, but I can imagine they’re pretty much pissing their pants after all that, so they probably want some kind of extra security. After all, we both know who the Royal Guards turn to once things get too hairy.”

Shark furrowed her brow, already looking up against having to move once again. She looked at Guppy, and remembered how anxious the poor thing was the last time they moved.

“What about Proxy?” she asked. “She’s gonna have to come along too. Kinda bonkers that she has to skip town with us before her testing period even starts.”

“Oh don’t worry, I already called her about it. She needs a little more time to wrap up her work at Nova Corp, and after that it doesn’t matter to her where she moves to. That’s what she told me anyway.” In the end, it was probably a bitter pill to swallow for Nova to see someone like Proxy leaving them, especially since that’s where she got the implants from as well as her namesake, but it’s not like they could force her to stay there. After all, it was her boss who set her up with them, so it’s nice to see that they had her best interests in mind.

“Dude, I’m telling you, this is gonna be great! Ranchtown is awesome! I know a couple of folks who live there. It’s a lot more quiet than Filly, for sure, plus there’s a university, so there’s plenty of bars and places to hang out, and-”

“No point in trying to sell it to me, Vertigo, I don’t have a choice,” Sharktooth interrupted her with a sigh.

“I know, I know, I’m just saying you’re gonna love it there! I promise! We’re leaving in two weeks, just so you know.”

“Two bloody weeks, okay, sure. I guess I’ll just start thinking about packing.”

With that, Vertigo smirked at her and walked back to her room. She held the phone in front of her face, swiping through the articles again. That name that popped up several times, Obscenely Rich’s daughter, Pearl Necklace, she had heard about her before. When she read that name in the article for the first time her breath stoked and her eyes went wide. She remembered Night Moon’s words when they ran into each other back in that club in Trample Bay, and he told her something very interesting about this mare. She scrolled until she found that picture again; a picture of a young earth pony with a pink body and fire red hair, and lo and behold, next to her was a very familiar face that she was almost expecting, but nevertheless she was still shocked when she saw it.

“I never thought you’d make the news someday, you crazy bitch!”

On the picture, next to Pearl Necklace, was a short, young earth pony with raven black hair, toxic green eyes and an off white body and piercings in her eyebrow and ear. She looked generally annoyed to be there, seemingly not comfortable with having her picture taken. Vertigo grinned, the light of her phone shining in her face, and she clenched her fist in excitement.

“Hehe, Looks like someone’s been busy. This is perfect! I’ll find you soon enough, just like I said I would. You better be ready because I’m not gonna hold back on you, Death Metal!”