Sweepers

Welcome to Ranchtown. This quaint University town is situated in the central northern part of Equestria, and as such, the winters here get frigid as hell. Despite being a fairly quiet town, surviving on its culture of students, the more obscure alleyways and darker alcoves were home to its own share of unscrupulous individuals and shady riffraff. Even with the relative peace, there was always room for a little bit of bloodshed, the kind that certain ponies craved. Because of that, Ranchtown’s estimated population of 9300 now included a tech savvy cyborg, a rowdy and fun pegasus girl and one of the toughest freaks of nature to ever walk these streets.

The Sweepers were moved here after the Rich Co. incident, though for what reason exactly still eluded them. Sharktooth and Vertigo were stationed in Fillydelphia before, where they got plenty of action on a regular basis. Collectively they twisted or snapped plenty of arms and knocked out enough teeth to give a full time dentist a run for their money, or give them more work depending on how you look at it.

If these two ever made it on the news, they’d probably become infamous, but the secretive nature of their work prevented such a thing. Still, it had its perks. The surprise was part of the fun. Getting underestimated by big, tough stallions who considered themselves hot shit before making them eat the gravel on the ground never got old. The louder they got with their arrogance, the more fun it was to put them in their place when it came down to it.

But that was Filly. Ranchtown’s concentration of scum was at a lower level, and that became obvious when they arrived here. Things were moving slowly, there wasn’t a whole lot of work, and they were ordered to keep their heads down for now and await that dreaded moment, a moment they knew had to be on its way. They were going to be assigned to a new Royal Guard, one with a high rank that would oversee them. They didn’t get a name yet, only that they should expect a notice in the coming days or weeks.

The relative silence left them time to get accustomed to their new home, and all in all, there was not much reason to complain. It was a rather spacious duplex in the urban district, with a basement that quickly became Proxy’s domain. After days of barely seeing her come up for air, she had transformed it into her personal workshop, complete with several computers and all the benches and equipment needed for the development of gadgets and trinkets, both for work purposes and her personal projects.

The garage was turned into a small gym, complete with a punching bag, a barbell bench and pull up bars to name a few. The rest of the house was furnished to be as normal looking and homely feeling as possible. They all had their own separate bedrooms, Proxy’s complete with a comfy, custom built recharge bench. A bathroom with both a shower and a bath, a laundry room and a well equipped kitchen completed the tour of the house. They had settled in, though for how long they would be living there they didn’t know.

“All right, Proxy,” Vertigo boomed, standing in the center of the mat in the garage gym, “now that you’re one of us, you’d better learn how to pull your own weight.”

The cyborg pegasus with the red dreadlocks stood before her, staring blankly back at her. Vertigo had dragged her away from her lab for an emergency meeting. She seemed very excited about it, although there didn’t seem to be much of an emergency. “Pardon me?”

“Just because you’re the nerd of the team, and you’re not gonna be spending a lot of time on the battlefield, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t learn how to defend yourself,” she explained, standing proudly with her hands on her hips and her chest puffed.

“Oh, I suppose you are right. I never really learned how to fight.”

“And that’s where I come in!” she grinned, and pounded her own chest with her fist. “I am a professional warrior, and that makes me a perfect fit to be your teacher!”

Proxy nodded, her expression ever stoic. “Okay, Vertigo. Where do we start?”

“How about a little test first. I will come at you, and you have to do whatever you can to stop my attacks.”

“Whatever I can?” Proxy asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Oh, don’t worry, Prox. I’m not gonna get serious, of course. No need to hold back on me either. I’m a pro, after all.” The confidence on the orange haired mare’s face was thick and palpable. Proxy just blinked back at her a couple of times. She knew her intentions were good, but her head was getting a bit big for her shoulders.

“Okay, if you say so…”

Vertigo raised her fists and assumed a loose battle stance, beginning to close in on the cyborg girl. Proxy’s eye was far and wide open as Vertigo approached her, and then her fist swung her way. There wasn’t a lot of force behind it, purely a test punch, but Proxy’s cybernetic hand still snapped up and grabbed her by the wrist before it could make contact. Vertigo was about to say something along the lines of ‘very good’, but she never got the chance.

Her smug expression swiftly changed as she felt an electric shock zap her body, like she just got struck by lightning. Her mane, tail and wings sprung on end, and she yelped loudly as her lower eyelid twitched violently. There was a spark and a crackle, and Proxy quickly released her. Thin plumes of smoke rose from her body as Vertigo stood there, eyes wide and blinking, shocking sporadically and giving a small cough. Her knees wobbled and she fell over backwards.

“Wh-what the hell was that?!”

“An electric discharge module in the palm of my hand. You told me to do whatever I can…”

“Ahahah...hah…” Vertigo laughed, then grimaced and sighed deeply.

“Are you okay? Should we start over?” Proxy asked.

“No! No, nevermind… I think you’ll be fine…”

Sharktooth walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, sloppily tied around her waist and a towel resting on her head. Her hair still dripped on the floor, but she couldn’t be arsed about that. As she stepped along the hardwood floor of the living room, she just barely caught a glimpse of a black and white ball of fur dashing underneath the cabinet. Shark looked on and sighed, shaking her head.

At the very least, Guppy was coming out from his hidey hole now, but he was still very much on edge. Those first few days when he was moved here, he was so scared he refused to come out no matter what, to the point where Shark placed his food and water bowl next to the cabinet, as well as the litter box. To entice him to explore a bit more, his food was moved to the kitchen. It seemed to be working, but it was going to be a while before he got accustomed to his new home.

Shark got down on her knees and peered underneath the cabinet. She saw two reflective eyes in the dark staring back at her. “Guppy. C’mere boy!” They blinked back at her, but that was all the response she got.

She got back up and walked to her liquor cabinet, pouring herself a glass of whiskey. She noticed the unopened mail on the table that Vertigo must’ve brought in. There was one letter among the pile of adverts, so she took it and her heart sank a little. She took a swig of the burning liquid and sat down on the couch, ripping open the envelope. She read the letter while her other hand toweled off her red and yellow mane. Just as she thought, it was an invitation. Well, more of an obligation. She recognised the logo of the Royal Guards on the envelope.

“Vertigo! Proxy!” she called out. “Get yer arses over here!”

“Okaaaaay!” she heard a response coming from the garage, and it didn’t take long before Vertigo walked in. “Wow! That’s a nice surprise! I didn’t expect you to be that nude.”

“Button yer lip, pigeon!” she grunted back. “Ye’re gonna wanna know about this.” She looked back at them and waved the letter around.

After just a few seconds, realisation hit and Vertigo immediately deflated, slumping over the armrest of the couch. “Awww, man, are you kidding? When?”

“Tomorrow, 3 PM.”

“Tomorrow?!” she wailed. “Fuck! Such a short notice should be illegal! What if I had plans?”

“What is going on?” Proxy asked, just standing by.

“We’re gonna meet our new owner,” Vertigo replied, squirming her way onto the couch. “A Royal Guard to tell us what to do and pull our leashes.” She was face down in the couch cushion, her ass pointed up. “My favourite part of the move,” she mumbled.

“Is it that bad?” Proxy inquired.

“Bad? You could say that, but I’d call it awful.”

Shark took another sip from her liquor and lit a cigarette, throwing the towel beside her. “Sweepers and Royal Guards don’t get along. Our last one was a fuckin’ sourpuss tosser, a captain who didn’t give us an inch and got on our arses for the slightest cock up. They keep us in check and we ain’t allowed to talk a word back to ‘em,” she explained.

“Yeah, that guy was a prick,” said Vertigo. “He was so far up Celestia’s ass he could lick her tonsils from the inside. I’m pretty sure he was racist too. He said things to Sharky only I’m allowed to say. If he didn’t hide behind royalty, I probably would have given him a swirly of a lifetime.”

Proxy shuffled her feet, and nervous groans emerged from her mouth. “But, maybe this one will be better?”

“You reckon?” Shark scoffed, blowing smoke out of her nose and ashing her cigarette. “Who knows, but I’ve heard the stories. We ain’t the only ones who had trouble with them. I don’t know what it is, but it’s like they’re naturally biased against us.”

“Because we’re low level outcasts,” Vertigo replied. “We don’t fit among their ‘Canterlot Elite’.”

Shark nodded, then turned back to Proxy, who was still standing up, remaining quiet. Even though her expression was flat, she could still tell she was getting nervous about this. “Apologies. I didn’t mean to scare you, Proxy. We just ain’t been looking forward to this. Let’s just swing by tomorrow and get it over with. If they give you crap for whatever reason, don’t let it bother you.”

“Yeah, fuck em,” Vertigo concurred. She crawled up and rested her head on Sharktooth’s lap. “Shaaaark, now I’m all stressed! I need a quick fuck to unwind.”

Rolling her eyes, Shark pushed her pegasus pal off of her. She tumbled to the ground with a thud. “You can take care of that yerself. I’m gettin’ dressed.” She extinguished her cigarette in the tray and stood up, heading for her room.

“Awww… You’re no fun.” She climbed back up on the couch, pretending nothing ever happened. The letter was still on the table, so she took it to study it. It was a short letter, to the point, with only the necessary information. There was an address mentioned where they were expected, an hour, and at the very bottom, a name, a rank and a signature.

“Looks like our Guard is another captain, and the name is...”

The next day.

“Hey hey, are you buttfucking kidding me right now?”

Shark’s car pulled up into the driveway of what was nothing short of a villa in the suburbs of West Ranchtown. The house was two stories tall, built out of fine, red bricks, with a spacious garage and plenty of real estate surrounding it. The front garden was well kempt with trimmed shrubbery and arranged flowers, a green hedge forming the border.

“Address checks out, this is the place,” Shark commented as she got out of the car.

“Why are we meeting at his crib? Look at it! Don’t tell me he wants to slap us in the face with his money cock too,” said Vertigo.

“Aight, cool it with the language, try to behave at least a little,” Shark said, locking the car.

Proxy didn’t show it, but she was completely psyched up. Real sleep was hard to come by, but her systems were fully charged and ready. As a newbie, she was determined to make a good impression. She had been silent during the whole car ride and remained so while Vertigo hit the door bell. A melody played that lasted for a couple of seconds. They were a bit surprised when the door opened, and Vertigo was so shocked her eyes bulged from the sockets.

What Shark and Vertigo were expecting was a unicorn or pegasus, as the Royal Guards they had been under tended to be, stallion, in his thirties or something along those lines. What they saw in front of them, however, was a voluptuous female bat pony who was still quite young. Her body was gray and her mane vibrant orange, with big aquamarine eyes with narrow pupils. She wore a purple shirt that encased her huge, bulging breasts, similarly coloured thigh highs and a dark blue mini skirt. As if this whole attire wasn’t curious enough, she was doing something they had very rarely seen a Royal Guard do. She was smiling.

“Hi, welcome! Come in, come in!”

She moved out of the way to let them in. Once the trio was standing in the entrance hall, she closed the front door. “Glad to finally meet you! I apologise for the wait, but I had a lot of things to take care of. I just recently moved here myself. I’m Grem, spelled with an ‘e’. You must be Sharktooth?” she extended her hand to her. Shark nodded and shook it firmly.

“Vertigo?” she went along and the pegasus girl smirked at her, giving her a handshake. “And… Oh wow…” When she turned to Proxy she went still for a moment. Her amazed expression turned to a smile as she looked the cyborg over from head to toe. “Nova Proxy?” Proxy threw her hand to her forehead in a salute.

“Yes, ma’am!” she said, doing her best to sound resolute. Vertigo and Shark looked at each other, laughing a bit and shaking their heads. It was so obvious this was her first time, and she was trying so hard to be polite it was kinda cute.

“At ease,” Grem chuckled. “Just shake my hand instead.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Grem! Call me Grem. Forget the formalities.” Proxy’s cybernetic hand closed around hers. It was rigid and lacked the warmth of a real hand, but there was still an amazing amount of control behind it. “I was informed about you, but seeing you in person is something else. I have to say it’s quite incredible. Glad to have you on board.”

“Yes, ma’a-- I mean, miss Grem.” A smiley face appeared in her left eye, as well as a small, strained smile of her own.

“Close enough, I suppose,” Grem laughed, then turned to head for the living room. “Please, have a seat. I’ll be with you in a minute.” They walked into one hell of a luxurious living room, tidy and sparkling clean. The spatial arrangement was almost expert level, so much so that they wondered if she hired an interior designer just to arrange her furniture. The floor was a white carpet, with a black couch in the middle in stark contrast. She even had a modern looking fireplace against the wall, and when they looked outside the big sliding window, they even saw a pool!

This was a far, far cry from their previous meetings with the Royal Guards, where they were corralled into a stuffy office space while some jackass in armor stared them down. When Grem had exited the room, Vertigo nudged Shark’s side with her elbow. “Dude, for real? Did you notice?”

“Aye,” Shark replied. “She’s one of Luna’s.”

“No, not that! She’s so fucking hot!” As Shark rolled her eyes, Vertigo turned around to Proxy while walking backwards, cupping her hands where her tits would be. “Like, damn!”

When the three were seated on the sofa, Vertigo in the middle, Grem returned holding a file folder in her hand. She sat down in a single seated couch where she had a good overview of the three of them. “Okay,” she started, “Thank you for coming. My name’s Grem, but I guess I already said that. I’m a Royal Guard who served closely under princess Luna as a night guard before I was promoted to captain. I was assigned here after the Rich Co scandal, and you three were called here along with me. That means that I’m going to be your new monitor for however long you’ll stay here. First things first, I have your files right here, so ehm, yeah, I’m gonna go over them with you real quick.”

She opened up the folder to the first page. She turned to Sharktooth, who was leaning back with her arms crossed. “Sharktooth, age 24, you joined a little over two years ago, recommended by one of your colleagues back in Manehattan and approved by the Royal Family. Your track record has a few blemishes. You’ve been reprimanded a few times for excessive violent conduct and ‘disobedient behavior’ during your missions. Still, the vast majority of your assignments were completed successfully. Your skills in hand to hand combat are rated exceptional and marked as your specialty, and you have 8 successful assassinations to your name.”

Shark furrowed her eyebrows at this. Had it really been that many? Usually when she was assigned to kill someone, she just did it without thinking about it too much, but when those numbers were piled up, it did hit a bit harder than she expected. Not that any of them didn’t deserve it. She glanced over to Proxy and she was staring right back at her.

“Vertigo,” Grem continued down the line, grabbing the pegasus’ attention as she now leaned forward. “22 years old, joined alongside your friend 2 years ago. Despite your attitude, you have performed your tasks fairly diligently. However, you have been called out on your tendency to fly off the handle, and your loose interpretations of given instructions from time to time. You excel at unarmed combat and you have good marks in the infiltration sector too. You’ve been noted for your unorthodox fighting style and have taken 4 assassination missions so far, of which 1 failed.”

“Sounds about right,” she answered smirking. “That one got away.”

“Can you elaborate on ‘unorthodox fighting style’?” she asked, looking up from the document.

“I’m a breakdancer! It’s kind of like martial arts, but it can also impress the ladies at the club!”

“I see... Okay.” Grem cleared her throat and turned to the next page. “Finally, Nova Proxy. 19 years old, joined late last year, recommended by Sharktooth and Vertigo. You’re still a rookie who hasn’t undertaken any missions yet, so I don’t have a lot of data on you. There was some debate while you were being processed since you are unproven in actual combat, but you were approved for a testing period thanks to your outstanding technical abilities and very high cyber affinity. That and because you are the only known cyborg in Equestria. You worked at the research and development department at Nova Corp until you requested to join on your own accord.”

“That is right,” she nodded. “I did have some help from the CEO to contact them.”

“Alright, good!” Grem smiled and snapped the folder shut, throwing it on the table. “Now that that’s out of the way, I’d like to take the rest of our time to get to know you better.” Shark and Vertigo didn’t know what they were hearing. Every other time it would have been the same old garbage they had already heard to the point where they could recite it. What was expected of them, what their obligations were, what was absolutely forbidden and so on. This was heading in a completely different direction in almost every way, and they didn’t know what to think of it. They just stared back at her.

“If I understand correctly, you refer to yourselves as Sweepers, right? Then I’m going to do the same from this point on.” Again, this was something that never happened before. They were sometimes referred to as black ops, but that was inconsistent at best. The name Sweepers was coined by an operative about 5 years ago, because he felt that their job was essentially “sweeping the cities clean”. This was the first time a Royal Guard agreed to use it, as far as they knew.

“Now, I’m aware that the relationship between Sweepers and Royal Guards is strained at best, toxic at worst,” Grem said, pulling her legs up on the couch in a lotus position.

“You can say that again,” Vertigo said a little sardonically.

“I’m not going to ask you about your experiences, because as far as I’m concerned, I want you to forget about them. I don’t know how much of a difference I can make, but I sure am willing to try. So, instead of pelting you with do’s and don’ts that I’m sure you’ve already heard, I wanna try something a little different. We are going to be working together, so we might as well make it pleasant.”

Shark and Vertigo looked at each other, eyebrows raised. Working together, huh? That was another new one. “Is that why you invited us here instead of an office?” the cerulean pegasus asked.

“Yep,” Grem replied. “So the first thing I want you to do is pretend that I’m not Royal Guard. Just act like you would when you’re at home!”

Her suggestion was received by blank stares, but the smile on Grem’s face told them she was serious. Vertigo just shrugged, then stretched herself, reaching up her shirt to scratch her stomach. Then she let loose with a loud, guttural burp out of nowhere. Shark chuckled, and bumped her on the head.

“You fuckin’ pig!”

“Pardon me, I couldn’t go louder,” she grinned. Next thing they knew, she flipped upside down on the couch, her legs up in the air and the locks of her mane dangling down to the ground. Proxy looked down at her, then let herself drop on top of her. “Oof! Hey, watch it with the metal body parts, robot girl!”

“If you call me a robot again, I will taze your boobs,” she responded dryly.

“Hah! That means you’ll have to grab them first!”

Sharktooth looked at the pegasus pile next to her, then back to Grem, who had a half amused, half confused smile on her face. “This is how you behave at home?” she asked.

“More or less…” Shark said, then looked back at Vertigo to see her head turned toward Grem, attempting to sneak a peek up her skirt. By the pervy look on her face, it looked like she was succeeding too. Shark growled and punched down, decking her in the face good.

“Guh! Owch!” she glared back up at her angrily.

“Quite spot on,” Shark corrected herself, turning to Grem again.

“Red panties,” Vertigo whispered loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Heehee,” the gray bat pony giggled, partly because she knew she was right on the money. She continued while Shark was putting Vertigo in a headlock. “Okay, so I was thinking it would be interesting if you all tried to introduce each other in your own way. Sharktooth, tell me something about Vertigo. You two seem to be pretty close.”

“Huh?” Shark looked down to her orange haired friend, who stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry at her. “This feathered ball o’ migraine?” She pulled Vertigo up to her lap and took off her cap, giving her a noogie with her knuckle, making her laugh out loud. “Known her since we were brats, 15, 16 years now or summat? The most perverted pony I know, and insufferably obnoxious, especially when she’s hopped up on caffeïne. She gets on me fuckin’ nerves like no other, but she’s still my best friend somehow, and the only partner I was willin’ to work with at the time.”

“I see you do get pretty rough with her. Is that how it’s always been?” Grem asked.

“Aye, I do it ‘cause I know she can take it. If she couldn’t, then what the hell would she be doin’ in this field?”

“I see, I see,” she laughed. “Okay, Vertigo, your turn. Introduce me to Proxy.”

“Okidoki!” Vertigo wiggled free from Shark’s headlock, then leaned backwards against Proxy. She pointed her thumb back to her. “This is our new computer. We got her from Nova Corp, costs an arm and a wing. She now makes sex toys in our basement, and she can do a lot of other cool stuff too. Not that I get most of it, her weird techno babble goes right over my head, and she does some scary, borderline witchcraft shit sometimes. She could probably hack your phone while looking at porn and you wouldn’t know.”

“You are not wrong,” Proxy interjected, “but that is a very shallow description of me…”

Vertigo grinned and turned to her, throwing her arm around Proxy’s shoulder. “She’s also really funny, really cool and I love having her on my team. How’s that?” She suddenly pushed her muzzle against hers and gave her a great big smooch on the mouth. Grem was taken aback by this a little. She pointed at the two of them carefully.

“Are...you two…?”

“Who knows! Make out with a cyborg once, it’s hard to go back,” Vertigo laughed. “If only she was programmed to love~”

Proxy’s eye darted to the side while Grem chuckled and shifted in her seat, re-adjusting her bat wings behind her back. “Proxy, I know you’re new, but can you give me your impression of Sharktooth?”

“Sharktooth is,” she paused to look at her, and her gaze met hers, “a little bit scary. She is the strongest pony I have ever met, but she is also a lot nicer than she looks. She was very concerned for me when I requested to join, but also very welcoming when I did. I feel like I can trust her, and she does not judge me for being different. I am glad to have her as my friend. She also likes animals. She has a pet cat named Guppy, and anyone who is kind to animals cannot be a bad person.”

After that, it was Shark’s turn to look away. Ever so slightly, she was blushing. Vertigo suddenly hopped over the couch, leaving an empty space between the two. She put her hands on both of their heads and turned them to each other. “Now kiiiiiiss!”

Proxy blinked, then put her palm against Vertigo’s wrist, giving her another quick shock. “Hah! Fuck!!!” She recoiled and fell to the ground, vanishing behind the couch.

“I have also learned from her how to deal with Vertigo when she gets too rowdy, so that is useful information.” Shark snorted at this and and tapped Proxy on the shoulder, smirking from ear to ear.

“Great! Well, I have to say, you three make a very colourful team, and you obviously to get along very well, in your own way. This is my first time guiding a team of Sweepers, but I’m sure this will go just fine.”

“Oooh, but what about you, Grem?” Vertigo said as she emerged, slithering from behind Grem’s couch. The bat pony looked over her shoulder at the creeping pegasus behind her. “We’ve been talking about ourselves a bunch, but we haven’t learned a whole lot about you. Relationship status, sexual preference, cup size, favourite position in the sack and the likes.”

Sharktooth facepalmed. She couldn’t take her partner anywhere with her stupid shenanigans. Looks like she had to put a lid on her again. “Vertigo, don’t make me--”

“Single, bisexual, 38F and cowgirl.”

The lack of hesitation left even Vertigo a little surprised, and Shark and Proxy were blankly staring back at the gray bat mare. “Noice! Bedroom secrets? You tell us one, and I’ll tell you one of mine,” Vertigo proceeded to dig.

“Not too long ago, I went home with 3 stallions I met at a gas station for a LAN party. We ended up having a foursome. They fucked me in all my holes until I passed out. When I woke up, we did it all over again. That’s when 2 more mares showed up.”

Sharktooth’s mouth was agape at this point, and Proxy had a small blushing icon in her eye, even though the red was breaking through on her cheeks as well. “Wow,” they both said in unison. Even Vertigo was wide eyed. She then squinted, knowing that her story may not top that one.

“Well? Promise is a promise,” Grem giggled.

“Okay, so, when we were sent to Trample Bay last summer, I met with an old friend of mine. He was working at a nightclub as a DJ. One thing led to another, and then we hid away in the storage room of the club and just started fucking like maniacs. Just as were both about to cum, some fucking staff member walked in and started fucking around with the boxes and shit. It was hilarious, because he was busting his nut inside me while some other dude was just a few feet behind him, and that made me cum on top of it too. Luckily we didn’t get caught, and we went for another round after that.”

Grem started laughing, but the other two were gobsmacked. Proxy had her legs pulled up on the couch, just listening like it was a campfire story and waiting to see where this was going. That was when Grem turned around and got on her knees on the chair, facing Vertigo. Their eyes leered to her big ass, which was just barely concealed by her tight mini skirt. “That’s hot. I’ve always wanted to try something dangerous like that.”

“Hang out with me and you might. I live on the edge, babe,” Vertigo grinned back at her, then her gaze was drawn to her massive cleavage, her tits resting on the backrest of the single seater. As she observed the curvature and fullness of those puppies, her mouth began to water. “Ohhhh boy! I gotta tell you, didn’t think I’d ever end up fucking a Royal Guard.”

Grem smiled broadly and closed her eyes halfway. “That’s presumptuous of you. You’ll have to show me how much you want it first.” While her bedroom eyes stared into Vertigo’s, the latter reached behind Grem and placed her hands on her ass. She grasped the skirt and pulled it up, revealing the thin thong that vanished between her plump cheeks. What little fabric was visible covered up her most intimate parts, but it didn’t exactly leave much to the imagination, and she was already spilling through.

Words were not going to make a difference at this point, Shark was well aware of that. She just settled on silently observing from the couch while the two orange haired mares did their thing. Who would’ve thought their Royal Guard was as much of a pervert as Vertigo. Grem’s tail flicked in excitement while Vertigo leaned over her shoulder to get a better look. She grabbed firmly, squeezing and kneading, even giving that big bubbly ass a good smack.

“Oh hell yeah! That’s an ass I can get behind!” she said. Grem chuckled and wiggled her rump as she turned her head to make sure the others were enjoying the show. Eyes were fixated on her, and that was just what she wanted. “Hey, you wanna know something really interesting about Sharky?”

“Hold yer horses, Vertigo!” Shark interjected. “What are you about to tell her?”

“That you’re a lesbian!” she chirped. Shark’s face went slack. She walked right into that one. “I didn’t think that was a secret. You make it pretty obvious, you know. Anyway, that’s not all. I’m about to sell you right here, so get this! That badass bitch over there,” Vertigo pointed at Shark, and Grem’s gaze followed, “when she was sixteen years old, she fought a fucking minotaur! That poor fucker had one of his horns broken off, several molars punched out, and is probably suffering from chronic back pains and infertility to this day. I’ve never seen such a solid, massive scale ass kicking in my life.”

Grem went wide eyed as she stared back at the green bodied mare, who just cleared her throat and bashfully brushed a lock of her mane out of her face. “You hear that sound, Shark?” asked Vertigo with a wide grin, “That’s the sound of a waterfall. Yeah, she doesn’t give a fuck! Earth pony, pegasus, unicorn, doesn’t matter, she’ll take em all on. But oh, when it comes to sex and stuff, she is so reserved it kinda makes me worry about her, you know? She’s so preoccupied with her work and training, she distances herself from the things I know she secretly likes. Whaddya think? Wanna help her out a bit?”

Shark’s eyes grew bigger with every sentence spoken, especially the last ones. Without saying a word, Grem smiled at her and got up from her seat. She sat down in her lap, putting her hulking tits right in her line of sight. “O-oi…” she mumbled, but Grem was already lifting her shirt, running her full hand over her black bra that contained them. Shark couldn’t get over how big they were, but she managed to divert her gaze long enough to look back at Vertigo, who grinned big at her and flashed a peace sign.

“You’re welcome! Have fun!”

Gulping, Shark began to grow red in the face. Vertigo did all the work to butter her up, but then she gave her away. Why? Did she do it to put her on the spot, to embarrass her? No, Grem was way too hot for that, she would have kept her for herself. Did Vertigo just do something….nice for her?

And Grem was hot, that much Shark couldn’t deny. She had just the right amount of body fat, well distributed and balanced to give her that voluptuous figure all over. Her tits were plump, as was her ass, and her belly had that little bit of pudge that made her look so fun to touch. Shark’s hands ended up resting on her hips and she pushed down harder against her lap.

Then a strange thought entered her mind as she stared at her tits getting pushed together, her more primal instincts taking hold. Her experience with Royal Guards had been terrible up until this point, so much so that she had fantasized about beating the everloving crap out of some of them. What if, for once, she could take control of one instead of the other way around. She could do it; the only thing she needed was a bit of elbow grease.

Her red eyes looked up to hers, their pupils very similar in shape, and the fire in her eyes began to shine through. “All right, luv. I reckon ye’re on board with this then?” The gray bat pony squeaked when she felt those strong hands dig into her butt. She wiggled her eyebrows and removed her shirt. That was all the confirmation needed. Shark wolfed down Grem’s cleavage with all the ravenous hunger of her namesake, pulling at the cups of her bra to make those titties pop out. Her mouth latched on to her pink, perky nipples, though she was careful not to accidentally lacerate her with her teeth. Grem’s wings fluttered a bit and she let out a cute moan while her thong was slowly being pulled down her thighs.

Meanwhile, Proxy was still on the other side of the couch, silently observing. “So,” a voice behind her startled her out of her trance. She looked behind her to see Vertigo creeping up over her shoulder. Her fingers walked down to her chest. “You alright with just watching, or are you in the mood for some cyber sex?” Proxy’s face met hers and Vertigo was already licking her lips.

“Still purely platonic, right?”

“Sure, unless you want to take it further, mon amour.”

Proxy turned away from her and cast her gaze upwards, thinking for a few seconds. “No, I think I am good.”

“Fair enough!” The two pegasi locked lips, not wasting any time to get to the tongue action. As their lips smacked against each other, Proxy shifted and pulled Vertigo onto the couch on top of her. The dark blue mare helped to unbutton her pants and lift up her white shirt, unveiling Proxy’s B-cup breasts. That cybernetic hand of hers creeped down and undid Vertigo’s baggy pants, before reaching around for her ass and slowly dragging them down.

After her long pierced tongue got Grem’s nipples nice and hard, Shark dislodged and drove it down her mouth. She gave a whimper and returned the kiss, which was turning more sloppy and lustful by the moment. Grem’s tongue grazed against the metal ball and she moaned into her mouth. Although Shark’s face was definitely pushing her back, her hands pulled her in while forcefully invading her privates, spreading her soaked pussylips apart from behind with a satisfying slosh. The palms of her hand lifted her ass cheeks up, and then her finger began to caress her pink little love button.

Just a few inches away, Proxy was on her back with Vertigo between her legs, sucking the juices through her light blue panties. The best way to describe Vertigo’s oral sex style was sloppy and relentless. She didn’t just use her tongue, but her whole mouth, and her underwear was more wet with spit than anything else. Her left leg was spread to the side, off the sofa with her foot on the ground, while her robotic one was being pushed up in the air, her calve resting on the top of the backrest. It didn’t take long before Vertigo pulled her undies to the side and went straight for the warm flesh. She was thankful her pussy was still fully organic and soft, as opposed to the right side of her body. A synthetic snatch simply wouldn’t have given her the same response as a real one, and that response was a steady expulsion of sweet, tasty honey.

Proxy looked on while Vertigo ate her out, putting her mechanical hand on her messy medium length mane. The blue one looked up and smirked at her while she directly licked her clit. Her cunt spasmed a bit and she let out a groan, then forced her to explore her valley a little deeper.

Meanwhile, Grem was getting penetrated by Sharktooth’s middle and ring finger, her hot liquids drooling down on her lap while their kiss continued. Her bra was now on the floor and her garters detached. As her digits pumped in and out of her cunt, the pace of her heartbeat escalated and her moans became more pronounced. The tide then turned when she was lifted up and dropped down on the couch. Shark spread her legs far open and injected her mouth muscle into her, the entire length of it. Grem howled in ecstasy at how rough she was getting, and at how long and nimble her tongue was. When she pulled out, she extracted a glob of milky white cream along with it, which she immediately swallowed, before stuffing it in all over again.

There were now two cases of cunnilingus on the same couch. The Royal Guard was getting her cunt methodically devoured by a hungry shark, while the cybernetic pegasus whimpered quietly as the wildcat slobbered all over her nether region. “Vertigo,” Proxy panted, “I think I might cum.” That only made her friend go down harder, and she could tell by her half open eyes just how high she was getting off her slit. Proxy’s cheek was flushed, her eyebrow just slightly downturned and her mouth halfway open. Her head cocked backward, and that was when Vertigo stopped. Confused, her head snapped back down to see her loom over her. Vertigo practically ripped off her remaining clothes as fast as she could until she was completely naked, then slammed down on top of her. Their mouths smashed together and her fingers rocketed inside her, fucking her at speeds she could barely handle at this point. Vertigo then brushed her dreadlocks out of her face, revealing the orb on the right side, and licked her across the face.

“Then cum already!” she commanded.

The shutters around her M.E.I. twitched erratically and the eye vibrated from left to right when she reached her climax. Her vaginal walls contracted around Vertigo’s fingers and splashed all over the couch. Her back arched and she cried out, her body making strange whirring noises and high pitched hums as she shot her big load across the room. Even her synthetic leg spasmed involuntarily. Grem watched it all happen, and Shark was not letting up either. She was now giving her the full labial tongue treatment, and what an incredible tongue it was. Even when she was going down on her, she still had that focused, stern faced expression that she usually had.

One thing Grem did have to admit, she was a little bit nervous when this got started. Not because of the oral sex on its own, she had no qualms about that at all. It was those teeth that made her a little uneasy. They were unusual to say the least, and looked quite sharp, and having those near your most sensual areas would make anyone second guess. Luckily, Shark was obviously aware of this. She kept her gnashers at a safe distance while she worked, using only her tongue and her lips. In her head she did wonder, what was she? She had seen shark ponies before, though not often, and she didn’t fit the bill entirely.

Not much time to think about it, however, because her skills were about to pay off. She squeezed one breast against the other and snuck her free hand down to her clit, gently rubbing it. Her moans picked up and sweat broke through her pores as her fangs dug into her lower lip. “Ohhh, yeah! Ahhhhh!” Her ass and thighs shocked, and she gripped Shark’s head with her legs as she got hit by the first orgasm of the day. Shark got a good mouthful of her essence, and it set her senses on fire. It only made her want to lick harder, so she did. Even while Grem was cumming, she kept pushing on, and this really made her squeal.

Now her tits bounced and rocked along. She fully expected her to stop anytime soon, but that never happened. Grem was pulled forward and Shark’s oral attack on her cunt only intensified. It felt so sensitive, but at the same time, so overwhelmingly good! Her last orgasm barely passed when the green mare’s flawless execution sent her right into a new one, making her whole body rumble. If she gushed before, she now turned into a water fountain, compulsory and unstoppable cascades forcing their way out and showering the scene. Her cracking voice echoed through the living room, though she couldn’t actually get a word in.

After that she finally stopped. Shark wiped off her face with her hand before standing up, looking down at the bat pony catching her breath and holding her ravaged honey hole, her chest pulsating with her heartbeat and convulsing. She leaned down and grabbed her by the sides, and Grem’s arms clasped around her, pulling up her shirt all the way to her neck. “You’re under arrest, you renegade,” she half seductively, half maniacally smiled at her, then pushed the Sweeper’s slightly smaller chest against hers. What she stared into were the red, glowing eyes of a demon, with so much raw power that, if it were fully unleashed, could fuck her half to death. The thought of tasting that power sent her mind into a frenzy and almost made her pussy cum again.

Grem removed Shark’s black shirt and unhooked her thin leather bra, letting it come loose, jamming it between their big, soft tits squishing together. Although Shark’s boobs didn’t quite match up to Grem’s, she was still the second bustiest in the room. She ran her hands along her back, admiring just how tight and well toned her body was. She noticed the rough little bumps of several tiny scars on her skin, and one bigger one on her lower back, mapping out her history of battle wounds. Even at her young age, her strength and experience was evident, as she no doubt grew stronger with every drop of blood lost. She was a natural born fighter, an unstoppable force of nature that was rare to come by these days. Such a powerful and dangerous mare handling her had to be an incredible experience, and she needed to have it now!

Grem moved in, licking Shark across the mouth, drawing her in for another tongue kiss while her thumbs hooked around her jeans. She rubbed her entire body against hers, desperately squirming and grinding. She needed those pants off too, she had to feel her flesh against hers. She unbuckled her belt and undid the button, and Shark responded by pulling away from her. Grem’s eyes then went wide as her hands pushed down on her massive jugs. They were pressed flat, bulging out at the sides, and an immense explosion of pleasure set her world on fire. She went crimson in the face and let loose a loud and sudden moan that made Vertigo and Proxy stop what they were doing and look up. Her pink little cunt convulsed and squirted out a small jet she couldn’t contain as she just barely avoided another orgasm. That orgasm came to fruition when Shark pushed her fingers down hard against her clit and rubbed it, using the freshly expelled liquid as lube. The rest came out in large quantities and with a lot of force.

Vertigo looked back at Proxy, who was now on top of her. She smirked at her and gested at the other two with her eyes. There was a small pause, but then the cyborg girl nodded quickly. Before Grem knew it, the rest of the team had joined in and swarmed her.

“You didn’t think I was gonna forget about you entirely, did you?” Vertigo smirked. Grem was so drunk with lust now that she immediately pulled her in to suck her face, gasping and groaning as she did. Shark backed off and crouched down to give Proxy some room, because she was already running her tongue down Grem’s stomach and heading for her sweet spot.

Two warm and wet tongues wriggling against her mewling slit kept her constantly teetering on the edge, never straying away from that next orgasm. She didn’t get rest, not that she wanted any in the first place. She was sweating profusely and her body was on fire, and she didn’t want it to be put out just yet. The only thing she desired and could think about was cumming, again and again. Grem dug deep down Vertigo’s mouth, and she returned the favor with the same amount of fervor while she squeezed the bat pony’s fat tits and pinched her nipples. Proxy spread Grem’s vagina wide open and licked on and around the clit while Shark tongue fucked her. Everyone was ganging up on her and it felt fantastic!

The overpowering sensation on her pussy quickly led to a fourth orgasm, her vaginal muscles making her cunt bulge outwards. More juices were pushed out and the earth pony and pegasus lapped it up in tandem while the pink flesh continued to convulse. Their tongues touched briefly during this, and this brought their attention to one another. Proxy’s half open stare and dark pink blush made her appear more into it than usual. She wasn’t computing much, and as a result, she soon plugged herself in to Shark’s system. They tongue wrestled, mixing their shares of the bounty with saliva, creating a lewd concoction of sex and lust in their oral cavities. The pegasus swallowed half of it, then pulled back. “I apologise, Shark.”

Raising an eyebrow, Shark watched as Proxy crawled a little closer to her, leaning far over the edge of the couch, supporting herself on Grem’s knee. “I did not realise you are the only one who is not naked yet.” With that bizarre statement, she almost leapt off the couch and onto Shark, who staggered back a little. Her hands reached down to her already undone trousers and pulled them down. “I will help you.”

“P-Proxy… Oi, what’re ya--” Shark was hit with astonishment. She didn’t know if it was a glitch in her system brought on by her sex drive or what, but Proxy didn’t hesitate to bury her face in her crotch. Something momentous happened when her muzzle bumped against her scanty black undies. The sheer surprise made her make a noise she had never made before, so very unlike her it made Vertigo wish she had a tape recorder or a camera running to immortalise the moment. It was a yip, much higher in pitch than her voice usually went. It sounded kind of...girly.

Everyone was looking at her now, especially Vertigo who was beaming, looking like she was on the verge of laughing. Shark looked back at them, blushing madly and baring her teeth. “Wh-what? Shut up!”

“AHAHAHAHAHA!!! AHAH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH MY GOD!!!” Vertigo nearly doubled over in gales of laughter. “Shark, what the fuck was that?! That was soooo cute!” Shark clenched her eyes shut and let her head hit the soft carpet. That was so embarrassing. She would never hear the end of this one. “Proxy! Keep going! You’ve struck gold here, girl!”

She didn’t need a lot of convincing, she was planning on it anyway. Completely unaware that she was the first to ever enter Shark’s territory like this, she licked against the fabric, pushing hard enough to make her feel it. Shark began to breathe harshly, but she took no steps to try and stop her. This feeling was new to her, and she wasn’t going to turn Proxy away now that she’d shown the guts to do it. Soon enough, her panties were pulled down and direct contact was made. Proxy’s technique made her look like an obedient puppy, licking upwards in full strokes repeatedly.

The other two mares observed them from the couch, still entangled and touching each other. Vertigo was smiling. She was so happy that Shark was finally getting more deeply involved, because she shafted herself so badly last time. She watched Shark’s washboard abs, glistening with sweat, tighten up as Proxy’s tongue pushed her labia apart, and my, wasn’t that pleasant to watch. She had that sort of worried look on her face that said she secretly wanted more. This was the first time she had ever seen her like this. She wondered if it was finally time to do something she had been waiting for for a long time. Could she get away with it now? Baby steps, perhaps.

She whispered something into Grem’s ear, and she nodded back. They got up from the couch and walked up to them. “Proxy, hang on a sec. Could you get up for just a bit? I’m gonna set something up here, you’re gonna love it!” She stopped what she was doing with a hum and did as she asked. Grem walked up in front of Proxy and got down on the carpet, opposing Shark. She scooted closer until their legs intertwined and their wet pussies pushed against each other. Shark felt a bit uneasy, but she no longer protested. “This is a good way for lesbians to have sex,” Vertigo explained, raising her finger. “The technical term is tribadism.”

Grem got down on her back and Vertigo coaxed Proxy to stand over her and kneel down. “And this is how you combine that with a good old sixty nine!” Grem didn’t waste any time grabbing Proxy by the inner thighs and hungrily worming her tongue down her pussy hole. The cyborg cringed a little and looked back first, then at the two pussies pressed together beneath her. Grem began to steadily rock her hips, grinding her cunt against Sharktooth’s and blending their juices together. It felt good, so much better than any masturbation she had ever done. Grem’s pussy was so very slick and warm, and it got even better when Proxy sandwiched her tongue between them and licked both of them at the same time.

But the biggest surprise was still to come. Vertigo kneeled down next to Shark and crept over her, much to her shock. She stared back at her with eyes wide. “Now, I’m gonna need you to sign off on something, Sharky,” she said. “Will you let me complete the circle?”

“Huh?! Vertigo! You-- But I--”

“Chillax, dude! It was gonna happen eventually, right? I’m your bestie, after all. You said it yourself.” Shark wasn’t sure if she could wrap her head around that logic, especially as she was being put on the spot here. She looked into her violet eyes as she grinned at her, that upbeat, carefree look she had gotten so used to, and memories began to flood back in her head. Was this what it all came down to? Would she be able to put those weird feelings aside and just go with the flow? “Alright, how’s this. If you do this, I promise we’ll never talk about it again, and I’ll never bring up that little outburst earlier again either. I’ll still be the same idiot you always knew, and things won’t get awkward.”

“Purely platonic,” Proxy commented.

“Yes, that! Thank you! So, what do ya say?”

Shark’s eyes trailed off to the side, and she sunk into thought. Immediately saying yes wouldn’t be like her, but though she never said it out loud, Vertigo was the most important pony in her life right now. If it was with anyone… She slowly nodded. “Alright…”

“Whoa, really?!” Vertigo hollered. “Erm, I mean… Really?!”

“Don’t be a twit, Vertigo!” she barked, blushing profusely. “Before I change my bloody mind!”

“Okay!” she smiled widely. “Yay! Alright, let’s do it! Hee hee!”

Vertigo positioned herself, facing Proxy and kneeling over Shark’s face. The amount of spillage from her dripping slit made Shark gulp, along with the thought of whose pussy she was about to chow down on. A big part of her still couldn’t believe it was heading in this direction, but she took a deep breath and went for it.

“WAH HA!” Vertigo’s face jerked skyward when she felt her friend’s tongue shoot up her pussy tunnel in one swoop. She then came back down, drool dangling from her lip and her body shivering. “Fuuuuuuck! Oh sweet Celestia! What a tongue!” She spread her legs a bit wider, lowering herself just a little more while she rested her head on her pelvis. Shark was going deep, much deeper than she ever imagined a tongue could go, and it was slithering against her vaginal walls. It was so warm and rich, and her piercing made it feel all the more special. More than that, she was euphoric about the fact that Sharktooth was finally eating her out, so she had to return the gesture.

With hearts in her eyes, she munched on Shark’s bits as the action picked up again, the structure she envisioned complete. No more negotiations, just a hot foursome between mares until everyone got their fill. Grem spat on Proxy’s pink and patted it with her fingers, before gorging on it again like the cunt hungry bat she was. The sloppy and intense grinding, as well as Vertigo’s slobbering sent Shark into an orgasm, which gave her the rush of energy to attack the cerulean pegasus’ box even harder. Vertigo and Proxy had their faces next to each other, both pleasuring two pussies with their mouths, so they used the opportunity to make out with one another. Vertigo moaned into the cyborg’s mouth when her own orgasm hit her, her love juices spattering along Shark’s cheeks. She gasped, looking at that vigorous fuck hole drain all over her.

At the same time, Grem inserted two fingers inside Proxy’s input slot, rubbing the tips against her G-spot. Like this, it didn’t take long for her to cum again too. A nice big burst of girl jizz shot directly into Grem’s mouth, then she grabbed her trembling ass and applied suction to her private parts. Proxy’s eye clenched shut, then flung open again, a spectacle of colours and fireworks displayed in her cybernetic eye as she continued to cum into the bat pony’s mouth.

Like clockwork, it was Grem’s turn to reach her peak now. Her hips raised slightly off the floor and she let out a cry. A quick torrent of clear fluid from her satisfied poon shot up and hit Vertigo in the face. She got closer and caught the second one in her mouth. As thirsty as she was, she drank it. The powerful pheromones that permeated the air in the room kept these four going until they were completely exhausted. Until they couldn’t possibly cum any more, until they were damn near dehydrated and collapsed on top of each other. That was going to be a little while longer.

The three Sweepers and the Royal guard sat in a circle on the floor, still naked but having caught their breath back. Each had a drink next to them, because they were positively parched after all that. “So it seems our meeting got a little out of hand,” Grem laughed, scratching the back of her head.

“I’ll say. I gotta tell you, Grem, with our previous meetings we would have been home a long time ago,” Vertigo said, sipping on the straw of her soda bottle.

“Hehehe… Well, I think we can wrap it up here. You know the drill, I’ll be emailing your first missions here soon enough. Don’t expect too much of them, but we’ll see what comes up. If you ever have any questions or things you wanna tell me, feel free to call me.”

“How about a booty call, can we do that?” the orange haired pegasus laughed, making Shark roll her eyes.

“Remember yesterday when you were lamenting the idea of coming here?” Proxy chimed in. “You must feel silly now.”

The other two nodded, and Grem smiled and blushed a little. “I’m glad to hear that. I hope you all got to know me a little better, and that I helped you grow towards each other as a team.”

The three looked at each other for a while, one after another.

“You could say that…” Shark said.