Chapters Summer was in full swing. Even in the early evening, temperatures reached upwards to 30 degrees celsius. The sun cast its scorching rays down onto the land, and there was not a single cloud in sight. Those who were not lucky enough to be cooling down at the pool or enjoying a refreshing drink were suffering under the relentless sweltering heat. Sharktooth placed her hand on her neck and popped her head to the side as she walked down town. Sweat drops ran along the dark green earth pony’s face and seeped down to her chest.
It was times like these that she sort of regretted not wearing skirts, or even shorts for that matter. No, she was adamant about her choice in wardrobe. Her blue jeans hugged her well toned thighs and calves tightly but widened around her ankles to partially cover her heavy work boots. As much as they suited her, they did cause her to suffer on hot days such as these. At the very least, her black tank top did provide some relief, but she had taken off her leather fingerless gloves a long time ago. They only made thing worse unnecessarily.
“Blimey, it’s fucking hot,” she said through her sharp, shark like teeth. It was these gnashers that made a lot of ponies turn their heads. Sharktooth was, despite what her name suggested, not a shark, nor an actual hybrid as far as she knew. She just ended up with the teeth somehow. A birth defect perhaps, or a dormant gene stored away in one of her parents that got carried over to her and became active. That, or her mother had something to explain. Whatever it was, when her parents saw what kind of teeth she was born with, her name was quickly decided. Not that she complained; she liked the daggers in her mouth, but they tended to catch people off guard.
That being said, even when her mouth was closed, people passing her by still looked back over their shoulder regularly. The colour of her mane and tail could only be described as an inferno. Yellow near the roots, then fading into orange and eventually red towards the tips. This unusual colouration was only accentuated by the wild style she went for. Spiky and messy, with a lone lock starting from behind her left ear and hanging in front of her shoulder. Most notable was the shark fin like shape it took just above the back of her head. Whether that was a lucky coincidence or a conscious stylistic choice only she really knew. It was not like she ever talked about her visits to the barber shop.
Another reason why she turned heads were her eyes; red irises that turned yellow around her vaguely cat like pupils, another anomaly that she had no real explanation for. She guessed she was merely a freak of nature. Her sister certainly didn’t inherit any of those traits, she looked fairly normal. At least, she used to.
Lastly there was her physique. Sharktooth was quite ripped for a female. Her abs were very toned and rock hard, her back muscles defined and her biceps bulging. A scar ran through her left eye and another across her abs. All of that was it though, the reason why she caught the eye of so many ponies, for better or for worse. A scary looking street punk that appeared to have been in a few tussles in her time. Her pierced ear and tongue, a tattoo of a shark head on her left shoulder and 3 gills tattooed on both sides of her face only drove the shark punk motive home. She looked positively dangerous!
Sharktooth huffed from the heat and lit herself a cigarette. She walked further down the street, ignoring the occasional glance in her direction, until she reached the main reason why she was out in this ridiculous weather. The beach and the wide blue ocean were spread out before her, and it was a sight to behold. The water glistened beautifully in the sunlight, and the cool sea breeze brushed through her mane and past her body. A small smile formed on her face as she took it all in. The air smelled and felt so good. Some may have come to the conclusion that it was because of her shark like features that she loved the ocean this much, but that may have been a bit of a stretch.
Besides, Sharktooth did not come here to sunbathe or play in the water. She was not on vacation, and as such, she did not bring a swimsuit, a mistake perhaps in hindsight. What brought her here was her dry throat, and what better place to booze up than in the close proximity of the ocean, at a beach resort. Sharktooth had time to kill before her next job tomorrow, and she was gonna make the most of it.
Her partner Vertigo wasn’t able to make it since she had work to do herself, or that was her excuse at least. It was perfectly possible she simply found something better to do and ditched her just to fuck with her. If it was possible to strangle her through the phone, Sharktooth probably would have. That broad did get on her nerves from time to time. Fair enough, she figured, she was perfectly capable of spending time by herself.
Now she just needed to find a nice place that wasn’t too crowded. Evidently, the weather spelled good business for the bars around Trample Bay and the beach was well filled up. Ponies of all ages and kinds catching sun rays, splashing water around, building sandcastles and all the other things one would do at a beach with as fine quality sand as this one. She walked along the coast, keeping her eyes peeled for a good spot, having another smoke along the way.
One place caught her fancy a bit further ahead. A modest, rustic looking establishment right next to a pier. It was actually on the beach; a wooden shack of some sort with a terrace on which the outdoor tables stood. It was secluded from the big crowd and looked quiet enough.
Sharktooth walked down the steps to beach level and flicked her cigarette away. There were a couple of ponies seated on the terrace, drinking and talking. When she got closer she took note of what they were drinking. Colourful drinks in fancy glasses, dressed up with fruit, tiny umbrellas and with plenty of ice. She must have stumbled upon some kind of cocktail bar. Interesting, but sort of worrying at the same time. Sharktooth shrugged and took a seat on the bench at one of the free tables, in the shade of a parasol. If it was not to her liking she could always leave.
She quickly noticed there was no drinks menu on the table she chose, but that hardly mattered. She had just barely settled down when a waitress walked out of the bar and headed toward her. She must have noticed her immediately as she sat down. She was carrying a service tray with one hand with an interesting looking blue drink on it.
When the waitress got closer, Sharktooth’s eyes widened a little. A couple of things about her were...kind of unusual. Her body was lime green in colour, light brown mane and similarly coloured eyes, she wore a light yellow dress that stopped near her upper thighs and showed off a decent amount of cleavage. That, however, was not what was unusual about her.
She did not have a regular pony tail, instead a long, moveable appendage that ended in a tail fin, the same colour as her body. Not to mention, the dorsal fin on her back and the relatively pointed muzzle. When she reached Sharktooth’s wooden table, she smiled warmly and when she opened her mouth to say something, she could see it. A row of sharp, serrated teeth that sparkled in the sunlight. She was a sharkpony, a real one! A very rare, exotic race that Sharktooth had never seen before.
“Hello, welcome!” she said politely and with a smile. “Would you like to see the price list?”
“A-ah, yeah, thanks luv,” Shark said as she was pulled out her daze. The lime green sharkpony took a folder from her tray and handed it to her. Before she opened it and before the waitress could leave, she inquired about the drink on her tray. “Pardon me, but that drink, what’s it called?” she asked while pointing toward it.
“That one is called ‘Electric Blue’. Just a moment.” She used her free hand to open up the drink menu to the appropriate page and pointed at it. “That one.”
Sharktooth gasped a little internally when she looked down to where she was pointing. “Thanks. I’ll just...have a look for a bit.”
“Oh, of course. Take your time, I’ll be back later.”
With that, the waitress turned around and walked off to serve other customers and whatnot. Sharktooth couldn’t help but glance back at her. Not every day you come across a sight like that, and she didn’t just mean her curvy figure. The way her ass swished from side to side as she walked was certainly fun to watch, and her short dress made the sight all the more enticing, but the fact that she just met an actual sharkpony kind of blew her mind. For obvious reasons, she immediately felt some sort of connection to her, and she wondered if maybe she felt the same way.
Shark shook it off and brought her attention to the price list, and she frowned. It was obvious this joint focused mainly on cocktails, but those prices… They were a little...excessive, she felt. Was she really willing to blow this much money on something she may not even like?
“Bollocks to that…” she muttered under her breath.
Luckily, after some browsing she found out they served some of the more standard beverages as well, for the less adventurous or wealthy types such as herself. She figured maybe starting out with a beer first to quench her thirst was a good idea, before moving on to scotch or something like that. Sharktooth was perfectly capable of holding her liquor, and she rarely suffered from hangovers, so she was not really worried about overdoing it. Still, somewhere she was still considering trying this ‘Electric Blue’, because it did look tasty.
“Have you made your decision, miss?”
Before Sharktooth knew it, the waitress was already standing at her table again with the usual smile, taking her aback a little. “Oh, yeah, I’ll just have a pint to start, thanks.”
She jotted down a quick note before excusing herself. Sharktooth reached for the ashtray on the table and placed it closer to her. She was taking another smoke from her pack when some loud chanting made her ears perk up. She turned her head to see a group of rather lively stallions wearing swimming trunks settling down at a table by the edge of the terrace. There were 4 of them, obviously already drunk, laughing out loud at Celestia knows what. Just a bunch of frat boys partying or something like that. Their rowdiness was already getting on Sharktooth’s tits, but there was no reason to cause a scene just yet. For now she just spectated from the corner of her eyes.
Before long, the lime green waitress returned with Shark’s order. She was impressed with how snappy she was with her service; at most other places she had to wait considerably longer. The dark green earth pony even humoured the thought of tipping her, not something she usually did. The cute sharkpony placed the beer and receipt in front of her.
“That’ll be 2 bits please,” she said, still with a smile. Shark paid her, but withheld the tip for now. After all, she’d probably still be ordering quite a few times during the evening.
“Here ya go,” she said dryly as she placed the coins into her hand, which she promptly put away. She gave a word of thanks and another smile as she moved on.
Immediately, Sharktooth took the receipt and studied it, not to confirm how much she had to pay, but for a different reason. After a few seconds, she found it, the name of the marine pony that helped her.
“Citrus Cocktail, huh…”
A smirk grew on Shark’s face. What an appropriate name to be working at a cocktail bar. She did begin to ponder the semantics of parents naming their child after an alcoholic drink, but that was neither here nor there. She must’ve been the one making those drinks in the first place. Her interest in at least trying them grew.
Shark took a nice, big chug from her beer. Feeling that cold, bitter liquid pass through her parched throat certainly hit the spot. Now if she could just spend the rest of the evening like this in peace, she’d be just fine.
What she heard next crashed into her mood like a wrecking ball. The activity to her left suddenly picked up again, along with a feminine yelp. Sharktooth clenched her eyes shut and scowled in annoyance before turning her head toward the noise.
“Come on, baby, I’m just playing around,” the dark grey furred earth pony laughed.
“Playing around? You sexually harassed me, and we don’t tolerate that here!” Citrus barked back. “And I’m not your baby!”
“Don’t be like that, it was just a little pinch, we’re not hurting anybody, it was a joke!” the red maned pegasus retorted.
Citrus didn’t find it funny however. She stood her ground, but tried to keep her composure. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave. If you don’t, I will be forced to call the manager.”
The group laughed in such a disrespectful manner it made both Citrus and Sharktooth sick to their stomach. Clearly they weren’t gonna heed Citrus’ warning. Instead, the burly grey earth pony grabbed Citrus by the arm and pulled her in, trying make her sit in his lap. Citrus wasn’t having any of it, and she began to resist, struggling to free herself from his grip. Once she wiggled one arm free, she swiftly slapped him across the face hard, forcing him to let go and causing the rest of his friends to cheer in amusement.
The disgruntled stallion shot up from his sitting position and gave her an angry glare. He was tall, over 6 feet in height and towered over the green sharkpony. Citrus recoiled and took a few steps back, her expression turning worried. “You fucking bitch!” he growled as he reached for the red glow on his cheek.
Meanwhile, Sharktooth quickly downed the rest of her beer and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She sighed deeply and furrowed her brow. “Ah, fer fuck’s sake…” She got up from her seat and began to approach the scene that was about to get out of hand.
Citrus backed away from the now angry stallion who had assumed a posture that could only be described as threatening. The group still at the table was entirely riled up by this point too.
“Touch me again and I’ll scream!” she said in a nervous tone.
“Oh, you’ll scream!” he said as he balled his fist. He reached out to grab her, but at that moment, Citrus felt a strong hand grasp her shoulder from behind first. She was pulled backwards just in time, drawing a startled yelp from her and making her eyes go wide.
Sharktooth put herself between Citrus and her assailant, surprising the both of them. “You heard the lady. Fuck off and take yer mates with ya.”
Citrus was shocked at this new development. Her previously served customer just came to her rescue. She stood in a casual stance, one hand resting on her hip, the other hanging by her side. She looked so incredibly confident, and sure, she looked tough, but there was just one of her and four of them, so she couldn’t shake this bad feeling she had.
The grey stallion had a look of drunken anger in his eyes, and the rest of his cronies were starting to get up from their seats as well. They began to verbally mock her, making snide remarks about her appearance.
“Look at this carpet munching freak show, she thinks she’s pretty tough,” was one of the things she caught in the chatter.
Sharktooth remained calm and eyed every single one of them, balling her fist, then stretching her fingers again. “Why are you still here, chum?”
The grey stallion’s eyes grew vicious as he suddenly reeled his arm back and gave her a powerful backhand across her face. Sharktooth took it and her head cocked to the side. Citrus gasped in fright at this, and the other three exploded into gleeful disbelief at what their friend had just done. They were laughing, shouting things like “holy shit”. The smack was so loud it made everyone else present at the bar wince. That was when Sharktooth started laughing, quietly at first, but louder as she began to turn her head forward again.
“The fuck was that?” she smirked. “All mouth and no trousers you are.”
He could only stare in disbelief as her toothed grin grew wider and wider, and he could’ve sworn he saw her eyes glow. “Hit me again, ya bloody jock, and put yer back in it this time!”
Citrus couldn’t believe what she was saying. Why would she egg him on like this? The troupe of troublemakers didn’t hesitate to rile their friend on however, they even made it perfectly clear they wanted him to actually punch her this time. The stallion flexed his muscles and reeled back again, this time delivering a full blown knuckle sandwich against her facade. The blow felt so much more powerful this time, so much so that Citrus covered her eyes with her hands.
Sharktooth stumbled back, drips of blood fell down by her feet, but to everyone’s absolute amazement, she was still standing. The grey coated ruffian’s mouth was hanging open. That punch would’ve knocked anyone out, let alone a girl, but there she was, that insane shark bitch was still grinning at him, blood dripping down from the side of her mouth.
“That’s the spirit… Now then, my turn.”
Shark lunged forward, and before he knew it, her fist connected to his face so hard it nearly merged with it. He didn’t know what hit him, literally. The moment her knuckles made contact, he saw a white flash, and after that, everything went completely black. The rest of the group’s chatter ended abruptly when they saw their friend skidding across the sand face first, coming to a stop several feet from the terrace. What followed were moments of complete silence. Even the rest of the patrons were left stunned at the mere sound of that bone crunching blow.
“What the fuck?” the male pegasus said quietly after several seconds.
Sharktooth retracted her arm and popped her knuckles, glaring at the rest of them. They stared back at her, then back to their friend out cold in the sand.
“Do you think he’s dead?” one of the others mused.
“Unless you wanna join him, I suggest ya go get yer mate, get outta here and never come back,” Sharktooth said calmly. “And ya better hope I never see yer mugs again.”
Without question, all three obeyed her, picking him up by his arms and dragging him away. Shark kept her eye on them for a while longer until they were out of sight before turning around to face a positively shocked Citrus. Her eyeballs nearly popped out of her sockets they were so wide open. Shark cleared her throat.
“You okay luv?” to which Citrus nodded.
“T-thank you so much!”
“Well, I explained everything to my manager, and since I was almost at the end of my shift anyway, he let me off a bit early. Thank you again for your help earlier.”
Citrus was sitting opposite of Sharktooth at one of the terrace tables. It was getting a little later in the evening, so it was slowly starting to cool down. Shark had a piece of cloth that she pressed against her bleeding lip.
“Don’t mention it, I was getting brassed off with them tossers anyways.”
Citrus gave her that same cute smile she was already becoming familiar with and she hummed softly, then cocked her head sideways slightly. “But why did you let him hit you like that? You could’ve taken care of it right from the start.”
“Gets me pumped up, I suppose. It feels better to pummel someone when they’ve already taken a few swings at me.”
“I...see… Well, I may be off for the day, but if there’s anything I can do for you, anything at all…”
“Anything?” Sharktooth asked carefully, to which Citrus smiled and nodded. She looked off to the side, a little bit embarrassed to say it. “Well, see, there’s this one thing I kinda wanted to try, but…”
A few minutes later.
Sharktooth couldn’t help but feast her eyes on it. It was dripping wet, forming puddles on the table, and the mere sight and smell of it made her salivate and gulp hard. It was beautiful, absolutely stunning. She wanted to savour this moment for as long as she could.
“You haven’t even tasted it yet,” Citrus giggled.
Shark nodded, brought her face closer and began to suck on it. The moment her tongue came in contact with it she got goosebumps all over her body. The taste was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.
“So, what do you think?”
“It’s delicious!” she said the moment her mouth dislodged from the straw. This Electric Blue cocktail was one of the best drinks she’d ever had. It was delightfully cold, with an aftertaste somewhere between sweet and sour. It was a shame they were so expensive, because she could see herself getting hooked on these.
“Hehe, thanks, I mixed it myself,” Citrus said proudly. “So, I don’t think I’ve seen you around. Are you on vacation?”
Sharktooth shook her head. “Business,” she replied, before putting the straw in her mouth again.
“Oh? What kind of business?”
“Can’t tell ya,” she said from the side of her mouth, realising she probably already said way too much.
This made Citrus raise her eyebrows. “Why not?”
“Cause I ain’t allowed.”
Her mysteriously short answers were making Citrus extremely curious. “What, are you some kind of secret agent or something?” she laughed.
Sharktooth looked into her eyes as she swallowed the drink in her mouth. “You’re pushing the issue, sunshine. I can’t tell ya unless you’re willing to join, and you ain’t, trust me. It ain’t pretty.”
Dozens of questions began buzzing around in the lime green pony’s head, but for the sake of this conversation and herself, she decided to change the subject. “So how did you get that scar?”
Shark pointed to the dark green scar on her face. “This one? Bar brawl got out of hand. Some sod pulled a knife on me and almost took my eye out.”
“I see…” Citrus’ eyelid began to twitch. She began to wonder just what kind of pony she was dealing with here. Everything she learned about her so far made her seem like the scariest person she’d ever met, except she was kind of friendly and laid back. If her personality was colder, she’d have already ran off screaming, but that was not the case. She had this nagging sensation that she wanted to learn more about her. She finally gave her a smile. “Hey, Sharktooth, would you mind if I...drank with you?”
The smirk the dark green street shark returned to her told her that she had no objections, so without further adieu she got herself something too. From that point on they chatted for the rest of the evening, knocking back several drinks along the way. They talked about how fascinating it was for both of them to run into someone with such similar features, although Sharktooth assured her she was no sharkpony herself. Beyond that, they talked about their interests, hobbies and other smaller curiosities. As the sun began to set, the beachgoers began to vacate the area and business began to slow down for the day, Citrus was now sitting next to Shark, significantly blitzed at this point. Even Sharktooth, with her high tolerance, was starting to feel the alcohol numb her brain. Citrus eventually brought her attention to the piercing in Shark’s tongue that she caught glimpses of before.
“Can I...take a closer look at it?” she asked, after which the street shark stuck out her tongue, giving her a good view of it. Something else was revealed to her in that moment. Her tongue was long, much longer than she first thought. As she stared at it, as well as the small metal orb decorating it, she couldn’t help but become a little bit flustered.
“So, you got any piercings anywhere?” Shark finally asked.
After this question, a deep red blush formed on Citrus’ face and she started to shift in her seat embarrassed. “I do,” she answered sheepishly.
The way she behaved and answered got Sharktooth very intrigued. She smirked and raised one eyebrow. “Where?”
Citrus took another shot of liquid courage and giggled. She leaned in and whispered into Shark’s ear. As she did though, she leaned her entire upper body against her in a fit of drunken joy and early stages of arousal.
“Bloody hell, I reckon you ain’t gonna show me those, are ya?” The answer she got out of that made her raise her other eyebrow as well.
“Maybe…”
Perhaps it was the liquor getting to Shark’s head and she was imagining it, but was Citrus giving her some serious bedroom eyes when she said that? The only thing she could utter at that moment was a confused “errrr”, and that’s when Citrus began to eyeball the rest of her body. She focused on her visible abs first, then her large, firm breasts wrapped tightly in her tank top. Both fell into an awkward silence, as Shark’s eyes wandered down to Citrus’ chest and before she knew it, her eyes were glued to her cleavage.
Shark’s eyes went bigger than ever before as Citrus leaned closer to her again. Now she could see ever deeper down her dress, not to mention, she was now right in her face. Shark’s stare rapidly switched between her boobs and her eyes and her mouth hung halfway open.
“Can I see your...piercing one more time?”
“Wh-what for?” she stuttered.
“I just like how it looks,” she said very matter of factly.
Hesitantly, Sharktooth drew her tongue from her mouth once again. Citrus smiled big, and in an act of drunken lust, she pushed her own tongue against hers.
Sharktooth went beet red, a feat incredibly rare for her. A shock went through her body, yet her first reaction was not to pull away. She could feel the warm air of Citrus’ heavy breathing on the inside of her mouth as she wiggled her tongue, grinding it against hers. Shark’s wide eyes scanned her surroundings. It was pretty late, the sun had set, so most people had already left, but there were still a few since the bar was still open. Luckily, the only ones still sitting outside were a distance away and had their backs turned to them. They were too busy talking to notice what was going on behind them.
As Citrus’ hand began to caress Shark’s stomach, the dark green one pulled away from the tongue kiss. “O-oi, you work here, remember?” Citrus blinked at her a few times, then looked around and only then did she seemingly realise.
“Oh, yeah, I do…” she muttered with a slight giggle. She got up from the bench and grabbed Sharktooth by the wrist, prompting her to follow her. Shark merely grunted, not sure if she was on board with this.
Citrus lead her to the other side of the pier, away from any prying eyes. There was a light source nearby, so they weren’t in complete darkness. Citrus turned to Shark and reached for the shoulder straps of her dress when the other spoke up.
“Listen, I don’t know if we should-”
“Do you wanna see them?” she said and pulled the straps to the side. Her light summer dress came loose and slid off her chest, revealing a small bikini top underneath. Sharktooth’s flustered expression resulted in Citrus giving her the most adorable smile she could hardly resist. She now had a better view of her buoyant breasts as they slightly bulged from the edges of her multi coloured, tropical bikini top, and even with the faint light, Shark could see the contours of her nipple piercings poking through. They were ring shaped, that much was certain.
She let go of her dress and let it slip off her body entirely, showing off her identically coloured bikini bottom. Well, it was more of a thong, one with a pretty deep cut that didn’t leave a lot to the imagination. She stepped out of her dress that was now in the sand and leaned against the wall of the pier, stretching her body out seductively.
Sharktooth scratched the back of her head. She tried to avert her gaze, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off her. “Bloody hell luv, you really wanna do this, don’t ya?” Citrus responded by merely smiling at her. “Well, sod it then!”
Shark briskly walked up to her and grabbed her right tit with one hand, while reaching around her with the other, squeezing her soft, bouncy ass. Citrus gave a stifled moan, cocking her head backwards. They way she groped her so suddenly and strongly already sent ripples of pleasure through her body. The only thing she could do was wrap her arms around her and dig her nails into her muscular back, while Shark’s long and nimble tongue began to work the side of her neck.
Citrus’ moans became more pronounced as Sharktooth’s powerful hand began to knead her large, soft breast and she began to bite her lower lip. Then she reached her hand into the cup of her top, taking out her heavy breast in its entirety. Shark didn’t bother to look at it yet, she kept her muzzle buried into her neck, her right hand playing with her newly freed boob, and the other hand grabbing her ass, even pulling at her bikini bottom in a teasing manner. She was pushing Citrus closer and closer to the edge, and soon she wouldn’t be able to take it anymore.
“Ohhh, Fuck!” she cried out. She was like putty in Sharktooth’s hands. She absolutely loved the dominant stance she took and how she played her body like an instrument, but she wanted her to do so much more! She was drowning in lust and her pussy was completely soaked, burning and screaming for attention. She simply had to take matters into her own hands somehow.
She brought her hand to the one Shark had on her ass and guided it, goading her to hook her thumb around the band of her thong and pull it down the side of her leg. Sharktooth followed her lead, using both hands to pull her bikini bottom down to her knees, meanwhile Citrus pulled her top up over her tits and threw it to the side. Her large, plump breasts bounced freely as she kicked away her bikini bottom that had dropped down to her ankles. Sharktooth was now crouching as she stood before her completely naked. She looked up at her, marvelling at how beautiful she looked with the subtle lighting reflecting off her skin. She finally saw the piercings in her darker shaded nipples, a small gold coloured ring in each. Citrus looked down at her, her breathing laboured, her chest heaving and her hands shaking of excitement and anticipation.
Shark’s eyes lowered down to Citrus’ crotch, which was now very close to her face. She was so very wet, to the point of her juices dripping down onto the sand below. Even her mound and her inner thighs were coated in the stuff. Shark leaned in, placing her tongue onto her pubis, giving her a big lap before circling it with the tip of her tongue.
Citrus groaned and placed her hand on top of Shark’s head as her teasing continued. She was so close to her needy pussy, she just wanted to push her head down, just a tiny bit. She wanted to feel that tongue in her special place so badly, but she fought the urge and let her do her thing for now. Then, while Shark’s tongue was playing around on her mound, her hand reached up to her inner thigh. She softly squeezed and caressed it, before running her fingers over her soft, puffy outer labia.
The light green shark mare was losing her mind at this point. Shark’s teasing was excruciating, yet so pleasurable. Her juices began to flow richly again, and Sharktooth took notice. Citrus leaned back against the wooden wall and pushed her pelvis forward, spreading her legs slightly wider. She whimpered in delight as Sharktooth’s fingers finally came in full contact with her slit. The dark green street punk felt just how critical her condition was as her warm pussy lube oozed onto her fingers and down to her hand.
Citrus moaned again, louder this time, and she grabbed Sharktooth’s mane harder as one of her fingers pushed its way inside. The wet sloshing sound it made was very audible, and a gush of her liquid was even ejected out as her middle finger burrowed into her honey pot. She began to move her finger in and out of her sopping wet cunt. Citrus’ back arched and she grabbed her own breast in ecstasy, squeezing it, pinching her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, even licking the top of it.
She eventually got to the point where she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed Sharktooth to eat her out, and she needed it now! She softly pushed Shark away, making her raise an eyebrow. Citrus stood up straight, walked towards a waist high wall a few feet away and lifted herself on top of it. She spread her legs wide, moving her pussy lips aside with two fingers. Her long fish-like tail wagged from side to side and sweat glistened all over her body in the faint light.
“P-please,” she started meekly and with a shudder in her voice. “Use your tongue.”
Sharktooth chuckled and approached her, placing her hands on her thighs. “As you wish luv.”
Citrus gave a cry of pleasure the moment her long, wet tongue touched her twitching snatch. Her legs immediately shocked and she leaned back with her hands placed flat behind her. However, she soon began to lose strength in her arms as well when Shark roughly grinded her soft, vigorous organ against her clit. The lime green mare moaned louder than she probably should have, considering they were still in public and there were still some ponies around. All the teasing her new friend just subjected her to put her extremely on edge, and she could feel her orgasm building up amazingly fast. Her arms gave way, and she was quickly forced to lean on her elbows instead, but even then they started to shake within seconds. Her head cocked back and she tried her very best to subdue her moaning and whimpering.
Sharktooth did not let up for a second. Her oral assault only intensified as she gave another big lick all over her quivering vagina, sucked on the pink inner labia and her clit, then prodded her orifice with the tip of her tongue, all in very quick and very aggressive succession. Up until this point, she had mostly been ignoring the signs of her own arousal to focus on Citrus, but now that her pheromones were flowing richly into her mouth, she started feeling more turned on than she ever did in her life up until this point. She snuck one hand down to her trousers and unbuttoned it, then reached inside to give herself a rub.
Citrus felt the pressure building up. Her body squirmed as Shark’s lively tongue thoroughly explored every millimeter of her lady bits. She had never gotten head from someone with a tongue piercing before, and it was certainly a unique sensation. Every time the hard, steel ball brushed against her clitoris it sent a shiver down her spine. Her thighs opened and closed uncontrollably, she got a strange feeling of pressure in her lower abdomen and her sharp teeth clenched together. She was getting so very close, and Shark could tell by her rapidly contracting pussy. But rather than simply continuing what she was doing, she wanted to give her one final push to truly make her explode. Without warning, she pushed her tongue inside of her joy trail, slithering and wiggling as far as she could go.
This sudden surprise move nearly caused the lime green mare to scream, but she caught herself by placing her hand over her mouth. Her tongue was so deep inside her, and it felt so wet, warm and squishy. It wiggled against her tunnel walls so nicely, even coming into contact with her G-spot. She then quickly reached her breaking point. Citrus’ body began to tremor violently and her vaginal walls spasmed out of control with such power it forced Shark’s tongue out. Her upper body lunged straight up first, then leaned backwards again. She gave another muffled, high pitch squeal and her pelvis lurched upwards.
Explode she did, just as Sharktooth intended, but even she was not prepared for the torrent of warm liquid squirting from her cunt, splashing her all across the face. The second one came so quickly after the first and with such power it flew right over her, splattering down in the sand several feet away. While Citrus’ body rumbled and twitched from the climax, Shark placed her mouth over her pussy to catch the rest of it. Her mouth was quickly filled to capacity, however, and the excess spilled down her chin in abundance.
After a few seconds, her eruption died down and her body slumped. In the immediate afterglow of her amazing orgasm, Citrus gasped for air desperately and her hand collapsed on her stomach. Sharktooth detached herself from her now incredibly sensitive slit with a mouth full of lady cum. She opened her mouth, letting it all pour out.
“Fuck me sideways,” she spoke, “That was…”
“Amazing…” Citrus finished her sentence in between panting. “Absolutely amazing.”
“I was gonna say hot, but that works too.”
Citrus pushed herself up straight, looking down at Sharktooth between her legs to see that her face was absolutely dripping wet. “I’m sorry, I should’ve warned you I’m a…”
The shark punk merely chuckled at this. “So, was that enough to get another drink from ya, luv?”
Both bursted out laughing at this. The lime green cocktail waitress scooted off the wall and put her arms around Shark’s neck, who caught her in her strong arms but let herself drop down onto the cooling sand so she was now sitting in her lap. “Maybe,” she answered, “but what about you?”
“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I’m good.” But Citrus shook her head at her.
She leaned her face in and licked her across the cheek, her warm tongue leaving behind a streak of saliva and lapping up her own juices. Shark responded by giving a soft groan and her ears twitched in delight. Citrus pushed her down on her back so she was now sitting on top her, her hands resting on and feeling up her well trained abs. They felt firm to the touch, rock hard and with the perfect curvature, the kind one would more likely see on a stallion rather than a mare. Indeed, there was something masculine about her, not just her muscles, but her mannerisms and her touch as well. She was rough and unrestrained, with a strong grip that lacked that typical female softness. She felt it again when Shark placed her hands on her hips and they stared into eachothers eyes.
That didn’t mean she didn’t have any feminine curves though. Citrus explored them with her hands, running them up her sides toward her chest. Her breasts were large, roughly the same size as hers, and she was no slouch in the chest department herself. Her hands traveled across the curves of her bulbous boobs, one the few parts of her body that felt soft. Once her hands climbed to the top, she pushed them down as if she was massaging them. They gave way like soft pillows, causing Sharktooth to clench her eyes shut and breathe sharply.
She then shifted her position and leaned her face in, running her tongue over her abdomen, and upwards until she reached the edge of her shirt. She took it in her mouth, gently biting down on it and pulled it upwards, over her breasts to reveal the black soft leather bra she wore underneath. How very fitting for her, she did not look like the type to wear typical lingerie at all. Still, they made her tits look very appetising, so she decided to stop wasting time and dug in. She pulled her bra to the side and helped herself to a mouthful of her big,voluptuous boob. Citrus sucked on the flesh, took her nipple into her mouth, licked it and even grazed her teeth against it gently.
“Ahhh… F-fuck!” The thuggish looking earth pony felt the sting against her sensitive part and it made her tighten her grip on Citrus’ hips. Her head cocked to the side and a small moan escaped her lips. There was a bit of pain, for sure, but she didn’t hate the sensation. If anything, her masochistic tendencies made her enjoy it.
While the younger sharkpony’s mouth was firmly pressed against Shark’s left mammary with an insatiable hunger, she vigorously squeezed the other. She still had one hand free however, so that one quickly found its way down the dark green mare’s unbuttoned pants. She felt the slick fabric of her panties and the wetness as she pushed her fingers against her pussy lips, and since she had already concluded there was no point in going easy on her, she pushed down hard.
Shark’s breathing grew sharper and sharper, and it didn’t take long before Citrus pulled the panties to the side and slid her fingers inside her hole. She could feel her muscles tighten as she did. Shark had one eye open and her teeth gritted as she moved one hand to the back of Citrus’ head, which was still feasting on her breasts like a hungry...shark.
She couldn’t believe it. Nobody had ever taken the reins on her like this before. Sharktooth usually was most comfortable playing the “male” role in situations like these, but never had she been treated like a woman like this before. She was even willing to throw all pretense out the window at this point. She wanted to moan like a bitch in heat, surrender to the urge to arch her back and writhe in ecstasy, cum like a real lady would, and most of all, embrace her feminine side for once. She brushed her fingers through Citrus’ light brown mane and gently nudged her away, allowing for her to lean forward slightly, kick off her work boots and remove her trousers completely, giving her friend more room to work her magic.
The two were now muzzle to muzzle, staring into eachothers eyes as Citrus began to steadily fingerbang her. Shark leaned on her elbows, her eyebrows were down-turned and she exhaled heavily through her open mouth. She was beginning to lose herself in the moment as more and more moans of pleasure began to emanate from her. Citrus could see it in her eyes too, those unique, somewhat scary but at the same time beautiful red and yellow irises and widened slits for pupils. They looked at her in a way she had not experienced up until this point. They looked desperate and wanting and had a sparkle in them they didn’t have before. She didn’t speak, but Citrus knew exactly what she wanted to say.
Simultaneously, they leaned their heads against each other, cheek to cheek. Shark’s hand reached behind Citrus’ shoulder, hugging her tightly as she began to moan and growl in delight close to her ear. The light green mare smiled and blushed, her lower spine tingling from the pleasant vibrations. Shark’s pussy was gushing at this point and contracting faster with each passing second. Her fingers picked up the pace and fucked her with increasing intensity. It was rapidly becoming too much for Sharktooth to bear any longer.
“Citrus! I-I’m gonna...” she uttered with a hoarse voice. The lime green shark just kept going and grinned slightly.
“Mmhmm?”
Sharktooth’s voice choked, trembling forth as she reached her climax. Her grasp on Citrus’ shoulder tightened and a wave of pleasure made her whole body shudder while her heart throbbed into overdrive. Her subdued cries went harsh as her pelvic region shocked, and she came all over Citrus’ hand. At the peak of it all, she leaned backwards and pulled Citrus down with her, her back arching one more time before she collapsed. What followed was silence, only broken by Shark’s heavy panting as her body twitched periodically.
Citrus laid on top of her, her head on her heaving chest, listening to her heartbeat slowly normalising. Every muscle in Shark’s body was relaxed now that she was in the afterglow stage. Her eyes were closed and her breathing soon turned back to the usual rhythm.
“So, how was it?” Citrus asked quietly.
“Blimey,” she responded, lifting her head up to meet her gaze. “I could use a smoke after that.”
Citrus chuckled, and they both shared a smile.
Sharktooth didn’t know exactly how to respond when Citrus placed another tall, well decorated glass of blue liquid in front of her on the table. She just stared at her with an arched eyebrow.
“Luv, ya know I was just joking before, right?”
“It’s the last call for alcohol, just take it. You’ve earned it.” Citrus smiled back at her sweetly as she sat down opposite of her at the table.
Shark gave a big great sigh, then shrugged her shoulders and began to sip on the straw, meeting that incredible taste once again. She pulled her wallet from her back pocket, causing the sharkpony to raise her hand at her.
“Wait, you don’t have to pay for it. It’s on me, really, it’s no big deal.”
“I know, but take this anyways.” She grabbed Citrus’ wrist and placed a bunch of coins in her hand. She looked at the content of her hand to see it was 10 bits. She looked up confused.
“It’s your tip. I was gonna give it to ya earlier, and I’ll feel bad if I don’t. You’ve been a splendid waitress.”
“Hehe, thanks,” she laughed with a wide smile on her face. “So, how much longer are you staying around these parts?”
“Not much longer I’m afraid. Got one more job tomorrow and then I gotta skip town.”
“I see,” she responded with a tone of disappointment in her voice. “Well, if you ever find yourself in the neighbourhood again, feel free to drop by. You’re always welcome here.”
This made the dark green shark punk smile. “Oh, I bet I am.”
Both of them shared a toothed smirk as they snickered at the in joke between the two of them, a dirty little secret they would carry to the grave.
The next day.
Sharktooth stood leaning against the wall near a boarded up window. It was still hot as fuck, especially out in the sun. A lit cigarette hung from her mouth as she studied a piece of paper in her hand. On it were specific instructions and a picture in the upper left corner. She crumpled it into her pocket and took a puff from her smoke. Her expression could only be described as stoic as she stood in wait. She couldn’t afford to let her mind wander too far, not easy after all the stuff that happened the night before. She had a job to do, and she had to stay focused, and keep her eyes peeled.
She saw someone approach from the corner of her eye, walking down the street. It was a stallion wearing a nice suit, somewhere in his 30’s, dark purple coat and black mane, his physique somewhere between burly and pudgy. A big, heavy set guy. Shark followed him with her eyes only as he passed her by.
When his back had just turned to her, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She took the cigarette out of her mouth and took out her phone. She got a message, from Citrus no less. When she opened it, she noticed there was a picture attached to it. A smile grew across her face.
“I’ll always be reminded of you whenever I have to make one of these :)”
She chuckled, looking to the side again to see that there was now a reasonable distance between her and the stallion. She put her phone away and placed the cigarette into her mouth again. With her hands in her pockets, she began to follow him.
Another job well done. Not a particularly normal job for the average pony to be sure, but for Sharktooth it was all in a day’s work. One corrupted businessman, several outside accomplices, a failed trade and a couple of designer briefcases worth of illegal substance, all neatly wrapped and ready to be picked up by the authorities. All she had to do was follow the white rabbit down the hole and work her magic from there on, and score another one for the good guys.
Even if those stallions outdid her in numbers, height, weight and burliness, it was all too easy to slam their faces to the pavement and leave them gasping for air. What about guns? Pah, bullets never killed her before, fat chance they would’ve this time. Even if she took one, it would just leave another scar as a memento, a reminder of what kind of life she lead. A dirty, dangerous life that would probably be the death of her sooner or later, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sharktooth didn’t have an official title when it came to her job, but she referred to it as “a Sweeper”. Part of an underground task force, regulated by higher ranked officials. Essentially a grunt to the higher ups, one who took care of the dirtiest, dankest jobs that required a bit more subtlety than screeching sirens and flashing lights, including drug busts, infiltration, the occasional interrogation and yes, in the most extreme cases, assassinations. Because of her rather sensitive and inflammatory position, she had to sign a waiver to keep her occupation a secret or be immediately ejected. If she were to fall during a mission, those closest to her would be given a false explanation on the cause of her death. Her true fate wouldn't be made available to anyone but those who needed to know. As bad as it all sounded, Sharktooth was perfectly content with this path in life. What else was she going to do? As far as she was concerned, she was scum, and busting heads was her one true calling, her true talent. Plus the pay was pretty good.
Not only that, Shark was not alone on this path. She had a partner, one she’d known since they were both just little brats. Her name was Vertigo. She was excentric to say the least, a troublemaker, a loudmouth, a fool and an insufferable pervert to name a few of her character flaws. Still, despite all that, she was a professional, and diligent enough to keep her head down when she had to. More importantly to Sharktooth, Vertigo was her best friend, and she trusted her against all odds.
All of that was why Sharktooth was sitting in that hotel room chair, a glass of recreational whiskey in her hand, in complete silence. Her eyelids were growing heavy. She didn’t catch much sleep last night for reasons that still dwelled in her mind. They were not negative thoughts, far from it. Last night was one of the most interesting ones she ever had in her life. She could still smell her and taste her. She sat meditating on those feelings she felt in that moment, ones that made her bite her lower lip and made her heart throb. She could’ve sworn she even blushed at the recalling of it. All in all, it was kind of a miracle her job that day went smoothly with everything that was working against her.
That was when the hotel room door opened and her train of thought was suddenly ripped to shreds. The inferno haired shark mare turned her head with half open eyes and saw that dark blue pegasus walk in.
“Honey, I’m home!”
Such a typical thing for her to say. “You’re still alive,” Shark answered hoarsely before sipping on her whiskey.
Vertigo threw her jacket on the bed and she followed suit, plopping down onto the soft mattress. The long chain hanging from her baggy pants rattled as she did and she stretched herself long. She groaned for a bit, taking off the baseball cap she nearly always wore, releasing her medium length red-orange mane. Her black shirt was wide and spacious, obviously meant for males, with the words “Knuckle Head” printed on the front with big, bold letters.
“I had a long and hard day,” she started, her hands behind her head, “then I come home and find you drinking and no dinner on the table. I don’t think this marriage is working out.”
Sharktooth scoffed and shook her head. “Put a ring on this finger, sunshine,” she retorted, before flipping her the bird.
“When I can afford one, hun,” Vertigo said with a grin. She sat up straight on the bed’s edge. “So, how was your bender last night? Caught anything good?”
“The fuck you goin’ on about?”
The blue furred mare gave her the slyest of grins as she stared her down. “Oh come on, you go out and hit the town without me, you must’ve been up to something. What lady could resist your sharkish charms? Those teeth alone are enough to make their panties drop,” she replied in a tone that made it hard to tell whether she was joking or not.
Shark grumbled and looked to the side, toward the window. “Don’t be ridiculous, ya bloody muppet. I went on me own because you blew me off.”
“Hey, I was busy, alright? Duty calling and all.” Vertigo got up and stretched her wings. “Besides, if you’re going out to hunt for ass, I wanna be there!”
“Vertigo, I swear, keep talkin’ and I’ll break yer wings and throw you out the window.”
The pegasus could not contain her laughter. Meanwhile Sharktooth could feel the heat rising in her face. She was doing her best to hide it.
“You’ve got that look in your eyes. 'Got crunk, got laid’ is what it tells me. You can’t hide that from me.”
Shit, was she really that easy to read, or was Vertigo just guessing? Either way, she had to act carefully or her cover would be blown. Shark just tried to keep her cool and took another sip from her drink. It was for reasons like this that she wanted to punch her in the face sometimes, and actively did from time to time.
Then, Vertigo walked behind Sharktooth’s chair with her arms behind her back, replicating some kind of interrogation scene. “So, on a scale from one to ten, how hot was she?”
The dark green mare clenched her eyes shut in annoyance. She grumbled. “Listen 'ere, you tit! I went out, had a few pints by the beach and came back, that’s it. Nothing else happened, so shut yer gob!”
Vertigo leaned in over her shoulder. “Big tits you say?” she chirped.
Enough was enough. Swift as a beartrap and just as powerful, Sharktooth put her in a firm headlock, causing Vertigo to yelp. Her left, muscular arm choked her out good as the pegasus tried to struggle free to no avail. “You’re gettin’ on mine! So, are we gonna keep talkin’ ‘bout this?” she growled.
“F-fine!” she sputtered. “Uncle! Uncle!”
Shark released her from the chokehold and Vertigo reeled back, coughing and gasping for breath. “Jeez, you don’t need to get violent about it. Now I believe you even less!”
“Believe what you wanna believe, I don’t care,” the dark green mare said as she emptied her glass of whiskey down her throat.
“Heh, obviously,” she said as she popped her neck back in place. “But I’m not gonna be left out, and I sure as hell ain’t gonna lose to you!”
Sharktooth sighed in exasperation as she continued. “It’s my turn to paint the town red! You can come too, but only if you promise not to get in my way. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.”
At this statement , Sharktooth couldn’t help but chortle, knowing that Vertigo was about as smooth as sandpaper when it came to picking up girls. It was a little bit cute how hard she tried, and by cute she meant sad. As amusing as watching her bumble around would be, she had to decline.
“You can go by yerself, I’m knackered. I’m gonna have a kip.”
Vertigo blinked a few times, an expression of confusion on her face. “You’re gonna have a what?”
“A nap. I’m goin’ to bed.”
“Well, why don’t you just say that?” she said while shrugging her shoulders.
“Whatever. Just make sure you're back here in time. We’re leavin’ at 8 in the mornin’.”
“Yes mom, you just make sure you don’t oversleep,” the rowdy pegasus girl grinned while putting her jacket back on, “or I’m waking you up my way.”
That could probably mean a lot of things, none of them pleasant. Shark just rolled her eyes, laid down on the bed on her back and closed her eyes. “Just get the fuck outta here.”
Vertigo put her cap back on and turned it backwards so two locks of her hair hung from the opening. She then walked to the window and opened it, looking over the evening sky of the city. She raised one foot up on the windosill, held on to the frame and looked over her shoulder. “See you later then, Sharky!”
“Yeah, have fun,” she yawned with one eye open.
With that, Vertigo launched herself out of the window. After a short dive, her wings flapped and caught the draft of warm summer evening air underneath her, lifting her easily. In no time, she was cleaving through the air at breakneck speeds, her jacket flapping in the wind.
“WOO-HOO!!!”
Sharktooth was finally left alone. She relished in the quiet time she got every now and then. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking about the whole situation just now. She just saw right through her lies. With how different their personalities were, Shark sometimes forgot that Vertigo knew her better than anyone else in the world, and vice versa. She smiled, chuckling to herself.
Even for a pegasus, Vertigo adored flying. Why use your legs when you have those awesome appendages attached to your back that can carry you through the sky at blazing speeds? Another thing she loved doing was show off, both in the air and on the ground. Flying straight was for chumps; Vertigo preferred to go freestyle. Slaloms, aileron and barrel rolls, loops, nosedives, you name it, she probably did it.
The warm air made flying so pleasant and her wings felt in amazing shape. Still, she had no real idea where she was going. She knew she was heading into town, but with no particular destination in mind, she scouted the area with a bird’s eye view to find out where the party was at.
Then, her eyes lit up and a smile grew on her face. There, a bit further down the street was some sort of nightclub. Perfect! As she approached and her altitude decreased, she noticed two very fine specimens standing just outside. Even more perfect! She landed not too far from them. She heard the slight droning of EDM coming from inside, but the place didn’t seem particularly bustling. No line or anything. Probably because it was a weekday. All the better, that meant she had a good chance of getting inside.
Vertigo shifted her attention to the two mares standing outside. One was a yellow unicorn and the other a brown-orange earth pony, both wearing very alluring outfits. Short skirts, high heels, nice thighs, oh my! Her eyes leered down to their butts and she checked them out thoroughly. Not bad at all. Not very big, but firm, and the tightness of those skirts complimented their curves quite well. Pretty good start overall. After she was done feasting her eyes, she approached them with her usual cheeky smile.
“Excuse me, ladies!” she said as she threw her arms around both of their necks, catching them by surprise. It’s not that they didn’t notice her standing there before, but she was a total stranger. They quickly assumed she was drunk. She wasn’t.
“Quick question. Do I need to be on some kind of list to get inside this joint?” she asked.
“Ehm… no…” the young unicorn responded, still not sure what was going on.
“Really? Phew, that’s good news,” she sighed in obviously exaggerated relief. “You see, I ain’t from around here, so I’m not on any lists just yet.”
Well, maybe a blacklist.
“So, maybe you girls can show me around the place? I could buy you a drink for your troubles,” she proclaimed with a grin, eyeing the both of them.
The two mares looked at each other, both frowning. They both knew the answer to that offer.
“N-no, sorry,” the earth pony replied. “We were actually just leaving…”
“D’aww, that’s a shame.” Vertigo released them from her embrace and headed for the entrance. “Well, you ladies have a good night then, I’ll explore on my own. Looking fine, by the way!” she winked at them and signed out, vanishing into the building.
As soon as she was gone, the two mares turned to each other and broke out laughing uncontrollably. “What the hell was that?” the unicorn said with a guffaw.
“Weirdo!” the earth pony remarked.
“More like perverted creep! Who does she think she is?”
“I know right?”
They couldn’t stop snickering in amusement.
Meanwhile, Vertigo passed the bouncer without any fuss. She praised herself lucky that she avoided the rush, and that this wasn’t some kind of place where you needed to adhere to some kind of dress code or they’d have turned her ass back to the streets at first glance. Vertigo was not a snob, and she’d be damned if she conformed to some arbitrary standard. She came here to have a good time, not feel like a whore who compromised her own ideals, whatever those were.
As she walked into the main room, she immediately began to scout it. As she figured, it wasn’t exactly packed, but there was enough activity and ambiance for her. The ceiling and walls were well decorated with many blue lights, and paired with the smooth, clean finish on every surface, Vertigo felt like she was walking inside some futuristic spaceship. A couple of folks were getting drunk at the bar and some particularly good looking chicks were standing at the edge of the dancefloor, some of them wearing rather revealing outfits. Guess they didn’t get the memo it wasn’t weekend, but that didn’t matter to Vertigo. She got her eye candy and she was happy about that. It was hard to tell because of the darkness and flashing lights, but there were definitely more peeps out there, getting down on the floor, so to speak.
The sweeping, seamlessly mixed Electro House music was pounding from the many speakers dotted around the club. There was definitely a DJ at work here, as she could faintly see a silhouette standing behind the turntables in the back, every time the spotlights behind them positioned themselves properly.
“Well then, time to see what’s on the chopping block,” she said to herself. With her head bobbing to the beat, she ventured deeper into the dark hall of noise. Along the way, her gaze became momentarily locked on the rump of a cute looking mare in a tight cocktail dress. She deliberately grazed past her, only barely avoiding collision, and the mare took notice of this.
“Whoops!” In a swift motion and without slowing her stride, she turned around and winked at her. “Sorry ‘bout that, babe!”
What she got was the usual puzzled look and a small smile, and she just kept strutting on. As she kept going, the crowd on the dancefloor became easier to make out, even with the flashing, disorienting lights. She could even see the DJ much more clearly from there.
She had to do a double take. That pegasus guy standing behind the turntables, in between two towers of speakers and subwoofers, with his dark blue coat and light brown mane. She recognised him!
“Oh, get the fuck outta here!” she said to herself in excitement. “Isn’t that…?”
Without hesitation and without thinking, she stormed up to the small stage and climbed on top of it. “MIXI!!!” she shouted over the music. He turned his head at this, and it wasn’t long before a genuine look of recognition set in. He removed his headphones, placed them around his neck and smiled.
“Vertigo? Oh shit! What are you doing here?”
The two of them met in a brief but firm hug. Night Moon, DJ MixiMoon or Mixi as Vertigo affectionately called him, was a DJ she knew from her days back at the underground fight club, when that was still a thing. Sort of ironic how she used to take part in such illegal activities a short while back when she was technically working for the law now, but that was easily overlooked in return for her skills and discretion. Anyway, Night Moon used to play at some of those gigs back in the day. With Vertigo being the social butterfly, the two hit it off pretty quickly, but they didn’t stay in touch ever since she left.
“Dude! Bro! That’s what I was gonna say! How’ve you been? Do you work here now?”
“Not really,” he answered while taking care of the mixing and record flipping again. “Freelance, whoever needs me, so I’m filling in here for a couple of nights. What about you, you still fighting?”
“Something like that,” she answered, but it was kind of difficult to hold a conversation with such loud music blasting right by their ears.
“Hey, listen. I’m working now, but my set’s almost done. We have to catch up! Go bust some moves out there, I know you’re good at that.”
Vertigo grinned wide at him. “A chance to show off? You got it! Give me something with a good tempo, baby!”
With that, she removed her jacket and threw it to the ground. Then she stood at the edge of the stage with her arms stretched to the sides. Everyone who was still standing there knew to get out of the way. She dove, gracefully. Even though the stage was not highly elevated, she still made some impressive air. She flipped in the air and right as she landed, Night Moon briskly stopped the music with a record scratch. This sudden silence forced everyone in the room to turn their heads and pay attention.
Vertigo remained in her superhero landing position, one hand planted on the floor, one knee hovering right above the ground, her head tilted down and her wings spread wide. As all eyes were now on her, and nothing but murmuring filled the room, she slowly lifted her head up.
“Fuck, that was epic!” She looked over her shoulder back at Night Moon and he flashed her a thumbs up.
“This is gonna be fucking CRUSHING! HIT IT!”
When that bass suddenly dropped hard, Vertigo launched from the ground into an aerial cartwheel. From then on, her momentum hardly ever stopped and her feet never stopped moving. She began to breakdance like a maniac and made that dancefloor her bitch. Powerful leg sweeps flowed into backward flip kicks flawlessly, and as her lower back rolled onto the ground, she bounced right back to her feet only to keep going. Her form was perfectly in balance when she stood on one hand for several seconds, her body like a statue.
Her audience cringed for a moment when she pulled her arm from underneath her, and it looked like she was about to break her neck. Instead, her upper body curved in the nick of time and she rolled over the floor unharmed. The energetic music fueled her frenzy and she pulled nearly every trick from her book. The corkscrew and the classic dropkick with the smooth, casual landing pose got some more “ooh’s” from the crowd.
Then came her big finale. She went into a headstand and began to spin around her axis. Moderate speeds at first, but her wings propelled her to an rpm that honestly was a bit distressing. Like a drill, or a tornado, she spun and spun to a degree where everyone was surprised she hadn’t lost her lunch yet. Then, somehow she managed to push herself off the floor and she spun out to a pose similar to the one she started in. She stood up and flicked the locks of hair out of her face. Amazingly, she didn’t appear even the slightest bit dizzy.
“And that is why they call me Vertigo,” she said proudly, and took a bow to an applause.
“Your moves are still as sick as ever! You’ve obviously been keeping up,” Night Moon said, putting his drink down on the table.
“It’s my trademark fighting style, gotta keep that machine oiled.”
After Night Moon’s set was finished, it took a little while for him to store away his stuff, but he met up with his old friend soon enough to catch up. The two were now chilling in the padded seats in the corner of the place, in front of a black, square table. Vertigo slumped into the backrest, her legs stretched and intersected and her hands behind her head.
“But we’ll get right back to me, what’s up with you?”
“Well, I got a pretty steady job at the Cloud Stone Club in Ranchtown. That’s where I play most of the time, but like I said, I take freelance jobs, so that’s how I ended up here.”
“Ranchtown huh? You live there now?” Vertigo asked.
“Uhuh!” Moon replied, moving a strand of his brown hair out of his face. “You wanna know who else lives there?”
“Hmm?” she turned her head with a smile, her interest piqued. “Who?”
“Death Metal,” he said as he picked up his glass for another sip.
“Fuck off, really? That shortstack?” she laughed, leaning forward again. “Did you run into her?”
“Yup, I saw her at the club one night.”
“Okay, now I know you’re lying. What would she of all ponies be doing in a nightclub? What, did you have a guitar night or something? Not her music, not her people. She wouldn’t even hang out with me back in the day, ME !” she grinned while pointing at herself.
Night Moon chuckled. “I was surprised too, but she was with someone, and get this! Apparently, that someone is now her girlfriend!”
The red haired pegasus’ eyes went wide and her mouth fell open as far as it could. “Fuck off for real this time!” she exclaimed in genuine disbelief. “Death Metal has a girlfriend?! How? What? Who?”
Night Moon was seriously loving her reactions and he couldn’t hide it. He began to snicker out loud. He simply couldn’t wait to see the next one. “Glad you asked. Pearl Necklace, daughter of Obscenely Rich. One of the richest ponies in Equestria.”
Vertigo was rendered absolutely speechless at this point. She stared with massive eyes back at him for several seconds. Then, her forehead slammed down onto the table, causing their drinks to rattle. “Oh my fucking God!” she exclaimed with her muzzle pointed to the floor. “She’s got it made! That antisocial headbanger’s got it made! She’s probably loaded right now too! How did that happen?!”
One thing was for sure, Moon did not expect that kind of reaction. He was about to pat her on the shoulder when she shot right back up, her fists balled and raised, and a fierce grin on her face.
“But she’d better not gone soft! I’m gonna find her, I’m gonna fight her again, and I’m gonna win!”
Night just smiled and shook his head. “Well, you two were always on par with each other, but I had the impression that she didn’t like you very much.”
“Pah,” she replied, leaning back in her seat again, her hands folded on her stomach. “That was just her bitchy attitude, she was like that to everyone.”
“Not to me,” he frowned. “Not as much anyway. Maybe all of your sexual harassment had something to do with it.”
“Hey, that’s just my way of showing love. Besides, those cargo pants didn’t show it, but damn did she have a nice ass underneath them,” she said smirking, close to drooling at the memories of those times.
“I’m just saying, man. Slapping asses may be your style, but most girls don’t respond well to it. I remember plenty of nosebleeds to prove my point.”
“And those were exactly the kinds of reactions I was looking for, so there!”
“Well, okay then, but you’re not gonna net yourself a girlfriend anytime soon with that approach,” Moon reasoned, taking another sip from his drink.
At this, Vertigo pointed a finger in his face, making him raise his eyebrows. “Okay, first of all, I’m not envious of Death Metal, okay? So don’t go around thinking that. Second, maybe so, but I can always get a boyfriend.”
The indigo pegasus’ eyebrows went even higher at this. “Boyfriend?” His eyes shifted from side to side. “But I thought you were-”
“What? Gay? Hell no dude, I’m bi!”
“Really?” Night Moon’s response was a little bit shocked.
“Yeah, really. Is that so hard to believe?”
“N-no, I guess not, it’s just that you were always talking about girls, and checking them out, and... you know… So I figured…”
“Well yeah, duh. I like girls too, that’s what bi means.” She moved her hands to the back of her head again and looked at Moon from the corner of her eyes. “I guess girls are just more fun to check out and stuff, but guys are nice too. They just don’t respond to it in the same way.”
Moon cleared his throat and ran his hand through his mane. He wondered if she would be offended at what he wanted to say next, but this was Vertigo he was talking to. He figured it’d be fine. “Well, the thing is, you’ve got this kind of tomboy thing going on. In your fashion sense too.”
“So? Some guys dig that.”
“Yeah, some, won’t deny that. But most of us- I mean, them, prefer a more feminine style, you know, something tighter that shows off the body more. So if you’re looking for a stallion, maybe you should conside-”
While he was talking, Night Moon turned to her to see that she was staring at him, her eyes squinting and her lips pursed, so he stopped in his tracks instantly. If looks could kill.
“What are you trying to say here, buddy?”
Moon broke out in cold sweat. The silence between the two was more deafening than the music playing in the background. Even if they were cool, she could still kick his ass lickety split. He looked away. “N-nothing, nevermind.”
Very uncharacteristically for her, Vertigo remained silent for a long time, just staring him down while he tried to avoid her glare. Finally, she took a very deep breath and stood up.
“‘Scuse me, nature calling.”
Then she just walked away, heading for the bathrooms. Moon felt a knot in the pit of his stomach. In all the time he knew her, she had never behaved this way toward him. He cussed at himself. He knew he probably shouldn’t have said that in the first place, but how was he supposed to know it would actually offend her, let alone get her mad. He single handedly destroyed the mood, and all because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Now she ran off pissed, and for all he knew she wasn’t coming back. So much for that happy reünion.
At least, that’s what he thought, but then Vertigo returned a couple of minutes later, and she looked just as chipper as she always did. He could tell by the way she walked, that energetic but carefree stride and the cocky, optimistic look on her face. Maybe she just needed to blow off some steam. Vertigo was never the type to stay mad for long. Night Moon was relieved to say the least.
“I’m baaaack!” she chirped as she plopped down right beside him. “Man, what a relief!”
Moon chuckled, still a bit nervously. “Welcome back. H-hey, about earlier, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“Huh? Whatcha talkin’ about?” she said while she took off her jacket and laid it next to her. She then stretched herself long, arching her back and pushing her chest forward. “Did something happen?” she groaned.
First there was a moment of confusion in Night Moon, but that was quickly overpowered by a sudden realisation. He was about to say something, asking what the hell she meant by that, when his eyes fell upon Vertigo’s chest and his eyes widened a little.
Were they always that big? Maybe it was because of the loose clothing she always wore, and that her current pose simply made it look this way, but in that moment he could’ve sworn her boobs had grown a cup in size, maybe even two! It was rude to stare, and he knew that, but he was absolutely perplexed by this. Could he chalk it up to simply never noticing before?
“Something caught your eye, Mixi?”
Moon’s eyes went back up to see her sly grin, and he quickly looked away embarrassed. “N-no, it’s nothing.”
Vertigo looked down to her now bulging, ample chest. “Is it these?” she chuckled. “Yeah, I usually bind them with a sports bra. These puppies just tend to get in the way at times, you know? But damn, does it feel good to let them breathe every now and again.”
As she said this, she grabbed one with each hand, pushing them up and letting them drop. That jiggle, the surprise at this side of Vertigo he had never seen before, Night Moon couldn’t help but swallow hard. “Haha, I see. That explains why I never noticed them before.”
“Uhuh!” That devious grin never left her face, especially after she saw him getting visibly flustered. “And check this shit out!”
Vertigo then did something he never saw coming. She scooted closer, grabbed him by the wrist and forcefully placed his hand on her boob, and it was a damn good handful. Night Moon blushed furiously, and in his head, fireworks started going off, not to mention that sudden, pressing sensation in his nether regions.
“Doesn’t that feel fucking amazing?”
At first he thought she was just stating the obvious, but then he started noticing what she really meant by that. In that spacious T-shirt, her breast felt so free, so unrestrained. He could feel the plumpness and weight of it to an incredible degree. It was like she was naked, but at the same time, not really. The soft, thin cotton of her shirt added an extra layer to the sensation, literally and figuratively. It felt cool and smooth to the touch, and wrapped around her breast as he closed his hand around it. It was thin enough for him to feel her nipple poking through. It was honestly kind of addicting, like a stress toy you can’t stop playing with.
“Y-yeah,” he said entranced, making Vertigo nod.
“Fun, isn’t it? I tried doing this to myself with a tighter shirt, but it just wasn’t the same. Here, you gotta try this one too!”
Furthering Night’s bewilderment, Vertigo sat down in his lap, her knees on either side of him. She pulled her shirt about halfway up, just barely missing that underboob, and guided his hands up her shirt. His palms now pressed down against her squishy tits with no filter in between. When they were both in place, she let go of her shirt, letting it hang freely.
This time the sensation was equally pleasant, but in a different way. While the underside of his hands were now squeezing her warm, malleable flesh, the back of his hand was gently grazing against the cool cloth, almost getting tickled by it at times. Moon really appreciated how much room there was in there, giving his hands free reign and creating a contrast between warm and cold against his hands. The edges of the shirt rubbing against his lower arms also felt really good. He even mixed things up by caressing her tits with the back of his hands instead, as to get the most out of the sensation.
He began to become more frisky as time went on, squeezing tighter and taking her nipples between his fingers. Vertigo’s flat, well toned abdomen began to contract and her breathing grew more intense. It wasn’t long before she forgot about the point she wanted to get across and started getting into it. Night Moon’s cock was bursting with activity at this point, and she could feel it; that rapidly hardening rod pushing against her groin.
“Oooohhhh, shiiiiit~”
Her hips began to move back and forth, pressing down, grinding in desperation to transfer that feeling through several layers of clothes and to her flooding snatch. The contact point between their groins started to feel hot and damp, and the continued mashing only made it all the messier. Not a single thought in her mind went anywhere else but “I want that cock”. She could tell that Moon was having similar thoughts, directed towards her pussy.
That grin never truly left her, but now it was a lot more laboured and exhausted. Her violet eyes stared into his light green ones as he continued to manhandle her jugs. This situation was rapidly becoming too hot for public eyes, if it wasn’t already.
“Hey, Mixi,” she finally said. “Do you wanna fuck me?”
Such a blunt and straightforward question, but it was the first thing that popped into her mind, so as per usual for her, she blurted it out. It absolutely sounded like music to Moon’s ears.
“Bathrooms?” he answered with another question.
“Too sleazy, and too cliché,” she replied, slowing down her rhythm a bit. “Have any other ideas?”
“There’s a storage room in the back, but…” he answered after a few moments of trying to think.
“Perfect, come on!”
With that, she stood up from his lap and grabbed her jacket. Hesitation be damned, Night Moon’s cock was enraged and his body washing with hormones. He couldn’t rise from that seat fast enough.
The storage area that Night lead her to way in the back of the club was employees only. He had access to it, but Vertigo wasn’t allowed. He had to make sure to be careful and not let anyone see. Once they made it inside, he discreetly closed the door behind him. This very dimly lit room was jam packed with all sorts of equipment. Spare speakers, spotlights, boxes upon boxes full of cables, decorations for special events and many other things. Vertigo grabbed him by the wrist and marched to the farthest corner of the room, hiding behind a bunch of shelves and near a table.
She threw her jacket on the table when Moon came up behind her and grabbed her breast with one hand, while sliding his other between her thighs. Vertigo responded with a delighted hum, pushing her ass backwards to feel that raging hardon pushing back. That thing was so focused on the job at hand, it was still full mast even after the journey to get here. It was screaming her name, so she reached behind and ran her full hand up and down his lengthy member.
“You horny fucking bastard.”
She turned around and closed her hand around it, jerking him off through his trousers. It was so eager she could feel it throb even like that. When she squeezed the head, Night Moon winced a little, and Vertigo licked her lips. She shoved him against the table and crouched down before him. “Lemme see what you’re working with.”
She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled it down, along with his boxers, and watched his blackish blue horse cock flop out, mere inches from her face. As it pointed toward her, she could see that her work already did a number on it, as the head was already drenched in precum. Only for a moment though, because she almost immediately took it into her mouth.
Night’s head cocked backwards and he let out a surprised moan at the sudden feeling of her warm, wet tongue sliding along the bottom of his glans. Vertigo did not start off slow, her head bobbed frantically, her lips sliding up and down his shaft, like she was working super hard to make him cum as fast as possible. She popped his meat out of her mouth, licking the bottom of his head while giving him full strokes before going down on it again. She slurped and slobbered, saliva trailing from his dick to her chin, dripping down on the floor, spattering on her shirt and running down to his nutsack. She pushed it to the back of her throat, causing her to gag for a second before taking it out again and sucking along the side of it, his prick covered with another coat of warm spit. She hugged it and rubbed it against her face, smearing the mess all over herself. Night marveled at the sloppiest blowjob he had ever witnessed firsthand, the kind he’d only seen in porn before. Vertigo wasn’t just sucking his cock, she was devouring it, and it felt incredible.
“Uuurgh, Vertigo, s-slow down!”
The cock hungry blue pegasus spit on the head of his engorged wang in response and massaged it firmly with her thumb and forefinger. This sent him ever closer to that inevitable moment. Just the sound of it alone was driving him crazy.
“What for, Mixi? Does it feel too good?” she quipped, then leaned in for a moment to give his base and his balls a good lick. “Go ahead and jizz, you know you want to.”
“Here, look!” She took off her cap and pulled her shirt up over her head and threw them to the side, showing off her plump, bouncy tits with slightly darker shaded nipples. “You can do it all over me!”
She grabbed his well lubed cock tightly and jacked him off in fast, firm strokes. She put in a little bit of distance, opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. The universal language for “I’m ready to receive your load”. She looked up at him with mischievous, lust filled eyes, before taking a moment to spit on his cock once more, suck on his head for a few moments, then assume the same position again.
Night clenched the edges of the table and his body began to twitch. His legs moved involuntarily and he panted intensely. He was mere moments away from climaxing, and he could feel it was gonna be a big one. Vertigo could feel the spasms in his muscle, as it tried to bob up and down in her grip.
“That’s it, give me your cum, Mixi!”
Only a second passed before that first wave of thick splooge erupted from his dickhole and blasted Vertigo across the face, along with an ectstatic cry from Night Moon and a quick, shocking thrust of his pelvis. Her eyelids flinched for a moment, but she took the rest without wincing. Then came another, and another; lines of warm seed were painted over Vertigo’s face, tongue and upper body while she continued to furiously wank his glans. Some of it even shot inside her mouth. There was so much of it! She took 8 big jets of flying spunk before it started to turn more into dribbling. After the last few globs were squeezed out and fell to the floor, and Night came down from his high point, he assessed the mess he created.
“Holy damn, dude! When was the last time you rubbed one out?” Vertigo sat there crouched, her face covered with white, viscous drips dangling from her chin and hair. Her chest was equally drenched, drops running along her tits down to her tummy and even onto her pants. She rubbed the cum from her left eye so she could open it again. “Or maybe that was because of me?”
She soaked in the scent of his sex. That strong, spicy smell of his batter entered her nostrils. It was a smell that made her pussy turn into a waterfall. She leaned in and licked the very last drops from his wet cock, which had not lost any of its hardness even after that explosion. Night was still in the mood, and that’s exactly what she was betting on.
She got up and stood close to him. She took off her sneakers and unbuttoned her baggy pants, dropping them to the floor. Now wearing nothing but her light grey panties, she placed his rock hard dick between her thighs. It was long enough to stick out from the other side, and she teasingly rubbed her soaked cunt against it. Night Moon removed his shirt, and Vertigo placed her hand onto his chest, beginning to grind more intensely. The friction made her bite her lower lip.
“So, about that fucking…” she said, and Moon responded by grinning at her, lifting her up by the ass, turning around and placing her on the table. He forcefully removed her panties to uncover her gushing slit. Her clit was swollen and her outer lips deliciously plump. He caught a waft of her scent, pheromones so powerful they overrode every other thought in his head. It turned him into a one-track minded animal; he wanted only that pussy and all for himself. Without warning, he pushed his snout into her crotch.
“Aaahhhh! Ahahahahah! Mixi! What are you doing?” she laughed as his tongue began to lap up her juices with ravenous hunger. “That tickles!”
His eager tongue wormed its way past her labia and into her tunnel. Vertigo leaned back onto the table and her body began to wriggle and squirm. She grabbed his head and pushed it into her, while wrapping her legs around his shoulders too. “Oohh, it feels so good though!”
Vertigo moaned non stop, with random expletives sprinkled in. He was using his mouth so damn well, sucking on her clit, mashing his tongue against the pink flesh, placing his whole mouth on her vagina and creating suction. After all that pent up arousal and getting showered with jizz earlier, Vertigo was so on edge that she was already barreling towards her first orgasm.
“Fuck! Fuck!!! I’m gonna cum! Shove your cock up my pussy, now! Now now now!”
Her order was crystal clear, so Night got up and after a small moment of adjusting and finding the orifice, he slammed the entirety of his schlong down her pussy hole in one, violent motion. He crashed into the back of her vagina and the muscles immediately tightened around him. The dark blue pegasus mare’s body lurched up and she cried out in delightful agony.
“Oh God, Fuck! Fuck! Oh, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Her climax was like a tsunami in more ways than one. Crashing waves of rapture manifested themselves as waves of juices squirting from her quivering sex hole. They covered Night’s phallus as it continued to relentlessly pound her. He grabbed her by the sides and pulled her into his brutal thrusts. Vertigo’s orgasm passed a little while later, but her fervor was unending. Her G-spot was being assaulted and her tunnel of love stretched to capacity by his massive meat scepter. She only got louder and more delirious as time passed on.
“Oh yeah, that’s it, mister DJ, play my fucking record! You’re getting me in the groove!”
Her scrambled brain kept her mouth active and her sweaty body rocking, and her wings stretched as far as they could go. Meanwhile, Night Moon revelled in the feeling of her tight, sloshing pussy hugging his sausage and sucking him back in whenever he pulled back. He was too focused on that feeling to really say anything. He just huffed and moaned in pleasure as he slammed her over and over. It felt like every muscle in Vertigo’s snatch was working to suck the sperm right out of his nuts, and he soon felt it bubbling up again.
Vertigo was getting close again too. Moon was fucking her so hard she was losing her damn mind, but she still recognised the pressing urge of an incoming orgasm.
“Vertigo, I’m about to cum!” he finally spoke.
“Yes, nut inside me, Mixi! Don’t pull out!”
Night repositioned himself for those final few thrusts, leaning over her with his hands flat on the table to either side of her and his arms stretched. For both of them, their hard fucking was mere moments away from reaching the logical conclusion.
That’s when something happened, something that made the both of them stop dead in their tracks.
The music from the main room that was only audible as rumbling and thumping before, suddenly became louder and much more defined. The door to the storage room had opened, and they could hear faint footsteps over the noise, getting closer.
Someone was in the room with them.
Night Moon and Vertigo looked at eachother with wide eyes and their hearts began to thump. They got deathly quiet and didn’t make a single movement. Unfortunately, there were more pressing matters that made such a thing very difficult.
Night fought, and struggled, and pleaded, but that orgasm was way too far in development to be cancelled. His jaw clenched as he tried once again to push it back, but it was no use.
As he heard the mystery pony rummaging in the shelves right behind him, he sprayed a massive load of spunk deep inside of Vertigo’s twitching poon. His hands clenched into fists and his body shook. He tried his darndest not to give so much as a groan as his cock kept spewing gallons of semen inside of her body. His thoughts switched between “Oh fuck, that feels so good” to “oh fuck, there goes my job” rapidly.
Vertigo didn’t have it much easier. The feeling of that hot cum exploding deep inside of her belly pushed her over the edge. With a twisted face looking Night in the eyes, she bit her fist in an attempt to stay quiet as the orgasm tore through her. To make matters worse, that vicious bonking just seconds earlier caused her to squirt! Her lady cum discharged from her pussy and splashed all over Moon’s pelvis. It was a short and sudden burst, but it was still enough for it to patter down onto the floor. She grabbed her vagina in an attempt to stop it, but that sent another ping of pleasure through her that made her body shock. She suppressed a whimper.
When they finally calmed down from that, they could only stay absolutely still and pray to everything that was holy that they wouldn’t get caught. Night was having a silent panic attack. His mind raced, wondering what the hell he was gonna do if that person, whoever it was, turned around that corner and saw their DJ balls deep in a patron in their storage room. He felt like a character in a horror movie, hiding from a monster.
“Please don’t come over here, please don’t come over here!”
He looked down at Vertigo, and judging by the fact that her mouth was covered by her hand, trying to stifle a laugh, she found the situation more amusing than he did. That’s when the sound of a cardboard box being pushed onto the shelf was heard. The rummaging stopped and they could hear that person walking away from them. The door then closed and the music turned into a damped rumbling once again.
Their hearts were still thumping in their throats, but they felt like they could finally breathe again. Vertigo bursted out laughing, and while Moon stayed silent for a couple of moments more, he eventually began to join in.
“Oh wow man, that was soooo fucking close,” Vertigo said in disbelief of what just happened. “Holy shit!”
“Yeah, that was scary!” Night smiled. “I thought my heart was gonna burst out of my chest.”
“Well, you should’ve known that was a risk when you took me here.”
“I was gonna say something, but you cut me off before I could,” Moon retorted.
“Hmm, maybe so, but you obviously didn’t make that big of a deal out of it.”
Vertigo sat up straight, going muzzle to muzzle with Night. She grabbed his hand and placed it between her breasts. “You feel that? My heart is still pounding like crazy. I loved it! Yeah, it was scary, but it’s that kind of danger that excites me. Not to mention, it turns me the fuck on too.”
Night Moon raised his eyebrows as he stared into her eyes. “Ehm, does that mean you… But I just-”
“I have to get going soon, but do you think you could give me an encore before I go, stud?”
Vertigo’s eyes trailed down to his dick, which was only half mast right now, but it still seemed to have a little bit of life in it.
“You want me to go for three?” he frowned slightly. “You’re unpleasable, Vertigo.”
Vertigo chuckled and shrugged. Then, she reached behind Night Moon and slapped his ass with her full hand. He flinched, looking back, then back at her again. She winked at him, and he sighed and shook his head.
“Okay, fine then.”
“Yes! That’s the spirit, Mixi!”
6:48 AM the next morning. Sharktooth’s eyes slowly opened to see the sunlight shining in through the still open window in spades. She blinked a few times before she became aware of a presence behind her, one that was partially on top of her as she could feel a weight resting on her waist. She looked down to see a dark blue arm around her. She sighed and looked behind. There was Vertigo, smiling at her with groggy eyes.
“Good morning, love.”
“Vertigo, what the fuck?”
Shark got out of her embrace and sat on the edge of the bed, stretching and yawning with fully bared teeth before standing up.
“Come back to bed, honey,” Vertigo groaned.
“Get up, you wanker. We have a train to catch soon.”
“Hnnnnn, I didn’t think it was gonna get that late,” she said while flipping over to her other side. “Yeah, I’ll get up, keep your knickers on.”
Sharktooth grabbed her pants off the floor and slid inside them. She took her cigarette pack from the desk and lit one by the window.
“Duuuude,” Vertigo started, still very sleepy in her voice. “Last night was sooooo fucking awesome, you have no idea. You should’ve seen it!”
“Oh?” Sharktooth leaned out the window on her elbow and flicked the ashes off. “Did ya find what you were lookin’ for?”
“Fuuuuuck, dude~ I ran into an old friend. I was all like, ‘hey, you wanna bang?’ and he was all like ‘hell yeah!’”
Shark just chortled. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s how it went.” Then her eyebrows raised and her eyes widened a little at the realisation. “Wait, ‘ang on a sec… With a bloke?”
Vertigo rolled over on her back. “Oh, don’t you start too. You know I’m bi.”
“Well, yeah, sure, but ye’re always-”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, I’ve heard that one too.”
“Well, as long as ya had fun, I guess.”
“You don’t believe me, do you? C’mon man, what kind of a friend would I be if I lied to you? Alright, honestly, I wasn’t really going out to get laid, just to have some fun, but things just happened, and, well, there you go.”
Sharktooth looked back at her. She remained quiet for a couple of seconds. Then she laughed and looked out of the window. “Same ‘ere.”
At this, Vertigo’s ears perked up and she sat straight.
“You were right. I did meet someone when I went out two nights ago, and yeah, things did get interesting. Prolly ‘cause she was….interesting to me to begin with.”
Vertigo smiled and laughed. “I knew it. I told you, you can’t hide that kind of thing from me.” She got up from the bed and started putting her clothes on too. “I take it she was pretty?”
“Very,” Sharktooth said with a smile. “But that’s all I’ll say.”
“Fair enough. You know, Sharky, one of these days, you and me,” she said, arching her eyebrows and winking.
“Don’t be fuckin’ ridiculous, you twit.”
It was always rainy in Fillydelphia, at least for the past week. The massive metropolitan city suffered under an aggressive overcast which came with an abundance of precipitation. It had been a while since the citizens of Filly had seen the sun, and with such depressing weather, it was starting to weigh down on the morale. The rain clattered down between the tall skyscrapers and onto the many cars parked in the middle of the road, budging a little every minute whenever the light turned green and a couple of cars could squeeze their way through. Traffic jams were nothing exceptional here during the busier parts of the day, but this time it was especially bad. It was a good thing the weather was this terrible, or ponies would already be out of their cars and yelling at each other in the middle of the street to not drive like a complete idiot and just move already!
One of those cars queued up had one of the windows down, and a dark blue hand was reaching out to catch the rainwater in its palm.
“Hey, Shark!” Vertigo said, and turned to her friend behind the wheel. She brought her hand back in and whipped it in her direction, spraying her with the cold water. Sharktooth flinched and gave an annoyed grunt, wiping the drips from her face with her hand. She glared at the cerulean pegasus, who was snickering back at her. “Gotta keep your body moistened or you’ll suffocate.”
“You’re hysterical,” Sharktooth said while rolling her eyes. Her hand rested casually on the steering wheel while the other held a lit cigarette. The plume of smoke slowly rolled through the gap in the window right next to her, and she dumped the ashes into the tray that was built into the lower dashboard, one that she really had to empty out sometime soon. She didn’t care about smoking in the car, it was her car after all, and it was a pretty old model. She had thought about getting rid of it in exchange for a new one, but this one still rolled, so she didn’t make that a priority whatsoever.
Shark’s foot was firmly pressed onto the brake pedal, though at this point using the parking brake seemed more viable. They had been stuck like this for a good twenty minutes, moving a few car lengths every few minutes. They weren’t exactly in a hurry, but they were still expected somewhere.
“Man, too many cars in the world,” Vertigo said, following the windshield wipers with her eyes out of boredom. “This blows.”
“Aye,” Sharktooth sighed. She took a drag from her cigarette while Vertigo changed the radio station. There was nothing but talking and commercials on the one they were listening to anyway. “Vertigo, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this. When are you planning to get yer driver’s license?”
Vertigo looked at her as she leaned back in the passenger’s seat. She laughed a bit. “Driver’s license? What for? I can freakin’ fly!”
“Yeah, it’s all about flying with you, until the weather gets shite, then it’s all ‘Sharky, can you drive me there’, or ‘can ya come pick me up, my wings are freezing off’. I ain’t gonna be your cab driver for the rest of my life, ya know?”
Vertigo snorted and stretched herself long in the seat. “Lemme put it this way. Imagine me behind the wheel of a car. Are you willing to trust me with a two ton death machine beneath my ass?”
Shark grimaced at the comment. She did have a point, but she was obviously just coming up with excuses to slip away from the issue. At this rate, Shark was thinking about asking for gas money compensation or she would cut off her services entirely.
“Then again,” Vertigo snarked, “maybe I could say the same thing about you. You know you’re supposed to be sober while driving a car, right?” This got her an obtuse look from the shark punk.
“I don’t drink and drive,” she retorted.
“Really now? That means drinking before driving, you know. Not during. And you know they check for the alcohol on your breath, not how tipsy you’re feeling at the moment, Miss ‘Drinks Whiskey like it’s Water’.”
There was no helping it, Sharktooth had to chuckle at that. “Yeah well, at least I got my license. If bein’ sober is all it takes, you should get yers no problem.”
Vertigo looked out the side window and shrugged her shoulders. “Whatever you say, piranha girl.”
The dark green mare raised an eyebrow. She hadn’t heard that one before.
“Besides, here we are complaining about the amount of cars on the road, and you wanna put another one on it?” Vertigo said. “What made you bring it up, anyway?”
Shark gave a long, exasperated sigh and drove another couple of meters ahead. “Fine, forget it, but ye’re gonna have to chip in for petrol if this keeps up.”
They eventually managed to push through the bottleneck and the rest of the drive was pretty smooth, save for the few red lights along the way. They found an open space on the parking lot, right across the street from a massive building. It was located in the industrial district, east of the city, so it was surrounded by plenty of other companies and factories, but this one stuck out because of how much it towered over them. Right across the street was a big sign next to the path leading to the building. In big, metallic letters it read “NOVA Corp.”.
“So, what exactly are we doing here?” Vertigo asked as she gazed at the behemoth of a tower from behind the foggy car window.
“Fucked if I know,” Shark replied as she took the keys from the ignition and removed her seatbelt. “I got a notice from them telling us to come here. They’ve got something or someone they want us to see or summat, I don’t know.”
“Cool, maybe they have some kind of crazy gadget for us,” she smirked. “Do we at least know where to start looking?”
“Aye, sector 12F. We just head for the reception desk and they’ll tell us the way. Keep yer head down though.”
Vertigo nodded, but something wasn’t sitting right with her, and she knew Sharktooth felt the same way. They didn’t get a name, nor an objective, just a vague notice to come here and work it out from there. What for? As far as they knew, this wasn’t a mission, or maybe it was the precursor to one.
Nova wasn’t a small corporation, not just by the size of their headquarters, but they were widely known to just about anyone. They were the leaders when it came to technological advancements, from big to small. Their R&D department focused on robotics, both for industrial and medical purposes, animatronics, household electronics, computers and so much more, everything state of the art. There were even rumors that they were developing weapons, but those were debunked after a long and tiresome investigation. Turned out it was just a bunch of internet speculation that got way out of hand. They had plenty of subsidiaries all over Equestria, and one hell of a reputation to uphold. They were absolute juggernauts in the technology sector, and staggered the world again and again with their amazing results that would shape the future of civilisation.
Sharktooth and Vertigo got out of the car and into the rain, crossed the street and headed for the automated entrance doors. Both were immensely curious as to what they would find in there, though Vertigo was interested in taking a look around more than anything. Just by the entrance hall, they knew this place meant business. It was wide and spacious, illuminated with many spotlights in perfect, uniform distribution on the ceiling. There were information terminals dotted around the lobby, and Vertigo almost tripped over a robot driving around on its own, keeping the floors so shiny you could see yourself in them. In the back there was a big, rounded reception booth with several ponies in proper uniforms seated at them, and behind that, the company logo in gargantuan letters.
“Bugger me, do I ever feel out of place here,” Sharktooth whispered to her shorter friend. She wore a jeans jacket that was torn at the elbows and wet from the rain, fingerless gloves and her usual jeans trousers with work boots combo. Vertigo didn’t fare much better in this regard, she looked like she just came back from hanging out with her homies on the street, with her roomy burgundy hoodie and dark grey baggies.
“Tell me about it. This is kinda neat though. Feels like I just traveled to the future!”
They made their way to the reception, where a young unicorn mare with a black mane, orange fur and blue eyes greeted them with a smile. Sharktooth approached her and greeted her with a nod.
“‘Ello, luv-- Erm, I mean, miss… We got a notice to meet someone here? Sector 12F?”
The young receptionist turned to her very expensive looking computer and began to type on her keyboard. “Okay, your names please?”
“Sharktooth and Vertigo.”
“Oh yes, that’s correct. That would be Miss Proxy, she said she was expecting you,” she turned to them with a friendly smile.
Finally they got a name, which was more than they got when they received the email. Miss Proxy. Vertigo immediately got an image in her head of a mature woman who was an expert in computers, with her mane in a bun, wearing glasses and a lab coat. What would she want with them, though?
“12F is on the 6th floor. Just take the elevator over there,” she said while pointing at the far end side of the lobby, “and follow the yellow line. That should take you right to it. You can walk right in when you get there, she’ll be waiting for you.”
Shark gave her thanks and they both made their way to the elevator doors. They noted just how wide they were, and when the elevator arrived, they saw why. These were some heavy duty lifts, designed to carry a lot of people at once, and with a very shiny finish on their internal walls. They rose fast to the sixth floor and once they made it there, they saw the row of coloured lines running along both the floor and the walls. Clearly they were in the R&D section of the building, because the walls were sterile white and intersected by large windows looking in to laboratories and testing rooms, both on their left and right. As they passed by they could see what was going on in there, and it was interesting to say the least.
They saw a robot being tested, walking on its own with uncanny smoothness. It almost looked like it was alive. Through another window they saw a high precision robot arm being controlled, for surgical purposes perhaps. They even saw a naked, creepy looking metal endoskeleton they were still working on that looked like something out of Five Nights at Bucky’s, that horror game where you have to work the night shift at a haunted family burger restaurant and the animatronic mascots come to live and try to kill you.
“If the robot apocalypse ever happens, I know where I’m pointing my finger,” Vertigo quipped.
Sharktooth hummed in agreement, and before long they arrived to where the yellow line was guiding them. It said 12F above the door, so there was no question about it. The door was open though, so they just let themselves in since this Proxy chick was apparently expecting them anyway.
What they found in there was a room not too dissimilar from the other ones they saw. It kind of looked like a very neat, very high tech workshop. There were several computers, some of them on, others turned off, and something that looked like a workbench with a dubious looking piece of technological equipment on top of it with wires attached, connecting it to a machine next to it. They couldn’t really make heads or tails about what it was all for. There were even wires hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room, and there was a constant humming and the occasional beeping that filled the lab. Clearly somebody was working here, but they couldn’t see a single living soul.
“Hello?” Shark called out. “Hellooo!” There was no response. “What the bleedin’ hell? I thought she was waiting for us.”
“Maybe she went to take a piss real quick?” Vertigo suggested.
“Maybe… But then why was the door open?”
They decided to wait there for a while in case she showed up, and took a look around the lab. While Sharktooth was looking at all the mechanical knick knacks stored in the glass cabinets, Vertigo discovered another door in the back of the room. This one was different, however. It was made of steel and there was a green button next to it with an arrow pointing up on it. She pushed it without thinking and the door slid upwards swiftly with a soft swishing sound. It was like a door you would find in a sci-fi spaceship or something. She looked inside to see another room, and she walked through.
Only seconds later, Vertigo stormed back into the lab Shark was in, her eyes wide and her body language conveying urgency. “Holy fucking crap, Shark! Come take a look at this! You’re not gonna believe this!”
Shark turned and walked toward her with a quickened pace. “What? What is it?” She looked inside the room at where Vertigo was pointing, and her eyes went just as wide and her head filled up with questions.
It was a smaller room than the lab. It looked like it was used as an office of some sort. There was one computer with three screens on the desk and a couple of servers stored away in the back, as well as a few file archives against the wall. In the far corner, however, there was a table, or a gurney of some sort, or at least that’s what it kind of looked like. That’s what they were both really looking at.
On top of it they saw a young mare, a pegasus, laying down flat on her back in a rigid, perfectly straight pose, her eyes shut. Her fur was a pale flesh colour, bordering slightly on orange, and her mane, well, that’s where it became complicated. This girl was anything but normal. She wore a tight, light grey bodysuit that covered her chest, abdomen and hips, but the arms and right leg were exposed. One arm was her normal fur colour, but the other was not. It was mechanical! Same thing with her right leg, and her right wing, and the right side of her face. There was metallic plating all over her arm and leg and a black, flexible rubber like material that covered up the joints. There were some subtle creases near her wrist and ankle, and her real mane seemed to be missing, instead replaced by thick, synthetic, dark red dreadlocks that hung over the right side of her face, though she still had her tail, which was roughly the same colour. Moreover, she only had one ear, the one that was still organic.
The duo slowly and carefully approached this figure laying still on the table. Honestly, Vertigo first though she had found a corpse, that’s how stiff and lifeless her pose appeared. It did indeed look like the entire right side of her body was replaced by mechanical prosthetics!
“Have you ever seen anything like this?” Vertigo asked, still not entirely recovered from picking up her jaw from the floor.
“N-no…” Shark replied. “What in the name of… What in the bloody hell are they working on here?”
Vertigo moved in to take a closer look. “It doesn’t seem to be active. You think this is what they wanted us to find?”
“Maybe, but… The invitation was from Nova itself. That makes no sense! That Proxy lass has a lot of explaining to do. If she’s still gonna show up, that is.”
As Shark went to check the lab once more to see if anyone had returned, Vertigo inched ever closer, reaching out to touch the mysterious mare’s left arm. It felt like real flesh alright, but then she noticed that her chest was very subtly and very slowly heaving up and down. Vertigo turned her head to Shark. “Hey, she’s breathing!”
Shark then saw that she was touching her and began to growl at her. “Have you gone mental, you bloody pillock!? Don’t touch her, she could be dange--”
Sharktooth froze when she looked at the mare’s face, so Vertigo did the same. Her eyelids had opened, and staring back at her was a wide open cybernetic eye with a light blue sclera, a round iris that was mostly aqua, but took on many more colours beneath the surface, and no pupil to speak of. The most curious thing, was that the eye displayed the image of an exclamation mark for a second.
Vertigo yelped and jumped back as she began to slowly rise from the table, seeing that a cable was connected to the back of her neck. When she sat up straight, she reached behind her head and pulled the plug out, which then recoiled back into the table. The two Sweepers stood side by side, readying themselves for a potential fight, and observed as she got off the table and stood to her feet. She was quite tall when she stood in front of them, several inches taller than Sharktooth, and she was about 5 foot 8. She looked at them with one eye, since the right one was obscured by her hair. She blinked a couple of times, a stoic, neutral expression on her face.
“Hello.”
Shark and Vertigo were taken aback. The cadence of her voice sounded smooth, if a little monotonous, but it had this strange, robotic tremor to it that was impossible to miss and so bizarre to hear come from her mouth.
“I am terribly sorry. I was taking a quick nap.”
“A...nap?” Vertigo inquired, still somewhat on edge.
“Yes, to recharge. I have long workdays.”
They both looked at each other, then back at her. “You… work here?” to which she nodded with a hum. They saw the tiniest smile appear on her face, but it didn’t stay for long.
“Then,” Sharktooth started, “you are…”
“Yes, I am Nova Proxy.”
Completely stunned didn’t even come close to describing how the two looked at her. Flabbergasted, astonished, dumbfounded, none of those words did it justice.
“Y-you’re Miss Proxy?!?!” Vertigo exclaimed.
“Just Proxy will do. And you must be Sharktooth and Vertigo.” She nodded and that small smile appeared again. “Good. I was expecting you.” She began to head for the door, and even Shark made way to let her pass, not being able to keep her eyes off her. Her prosthetic limbs whirred softly as she walked, but they moved very naturally and smoothly, and her robotic foot made a heavy metallic thud every time it landed on the floor. Shark and Vertigo looked at eachother once more when she exited the office.
“What the fuck?!” Vertigo mouthed to her.
“I apologise for scaring you. You were later than expected and I just needed some energy. I left the door open for you. My systems need some time to boot when I wake up, so my response was a little slow.”
“Ah, yeah, sorry about that. Bad traffic,” Shark chimed in.
“So, ehm, Proxy! Are you an android?” Vertigo asked with a hint of excitement, then watched as the pegasus froze in her tracks and her body tensed up. She took a deep breath, cleared her throat and looked at her.
“No, I am not an android, nor am I a robot. I am a cyborg. There is a very big difference. Robots are programmable machines that can have any shape. Androids are autonomous robots or synthetic organisms that are designed to look and behave just like ponies. I am a cyborg, which means that part of my body is organic, but I have cybernetic implants. Also, there is no such thing as androids, yet.”
That long winded explanation and the way she said it gave away that this was, perhaps, a touchy subject for her. Vertigo chuckled nervously. “Hehe, right, sorry…”
“It is okay. I have heard that mistake often.” She walked to the entrance to the lab and closed the door. Meanwhile, Vertigo leaned closer to Sharktooth and whispered to her.
“I didn’t think there was such a thing as cyborgs, either…”
Shark smirked back at her, then decided to speak up. “So, Proxy? What can we do for you?”
The cyborg pegasus turned off a couple of computers, then walked to the northern wall of the lab. Embedded into the wall was a small device that she promptly held her eye in front of. After that, a hatch opened up and she inserted her right hand inside of it. A few clicks were audible after which there was a beeping noise and part of the wall slid aside, revealing a secret door much like the one leading to her office. The two stared back at her with some amazement.
“This way,” she said and opened the door with the push of a button. The shark and the blue pegasus shrugged at each other and followed her in. What they walked into took them by surprise. It looked like a very modern living room, with a black couch, a tv with a video game console plugged into it and with rows of games beside it. Shelves against the wall were filled with toys, collectables and other curiosities, and there were plenty of other devices stored away in the corners. There was also another one of those recharge tables they found her on, albeit more comfortable looking with a padded surface. There were more doors, one just a frame that lead to a kitchen and another that was closed. She even had a window looking out over the area so some natural light could get in. This felt like an apartment room in the middle of a corporate building.
“These are my private quarters. We can talk here. Make yourselves at home. Oh, and close the door please.”
While Sharktooth pressed the button to close the door, hearing the wall slide shut behind it again, Vertigo was already exploring the room, excitedly looking at the stuff on the shelves. “Whoa, this is so cool! Do you live here?”
“Oh yes!” Proxy said. “I like to live close to work. That is how I stay productive.”
“What’s with the secrecy though?” Shark asked as she looked around the room. “It looked like you have two different security systems just to reveal the door.”
“Privacy measures. I sometimes have people over in my lab, so I like to keep my room hidden. My colleagues know about it, but only I can open it.”
While Proxy was talking, Vertigo picked up a toy from the shelf. It looked kind of like a red spider with four legs, its body about the width of her palm. It had an on and off switch on the top and a small eye in the front.
“Oh, I made that one myself,” Proxy announced. “It responds to certain sounds, locates them and walks towards them. It has an infrared sensor so it can avoid obstacles. Turn it on and put it on the ground.”
Vertigo flipped the switch to on and placed it on the carpeted floor, after which Proxy crouched down and whistled for it. The little robot sprung to life and dashed across the floor, straight at her. It even walked around the leg of a table in its way with ease. When it was right in front of her, it stopped. Proxy reached out and petted it on the head. “Good boy.” Vertigo started laughing, it was so hilariously cute when its little legs moved across the floor so eagerly. She whistled loudly, and the spider bot turned around and scurried over to her in a hurry, much to her amusement.
“Haha, this is the best! I gotta have one of these!” She picked it up, turned it off and placed it back on the shelf. “You made this?”
“Yes, I like to make toys in my spare time. I am planning to make something similar that can go down stairs. I hope it will eventually replace the slinky.”
While Proxy was still in the middle of her explanation, Vertigo was already walking to the other side of the room. There were a couple of devices stored away in the corner, but one of them in particular caught her eye. It was a rather large machine, something like a steel, cylindrical bench propped up on six short legs with rubber feet and with a soft, padded seat on top of it. She wasn’t sure what it was, but the two lumpy protrusions on either side of the seat, that looked like they were made of jelly rubber, gave her a sneaking suspicion.
With a dubious smile on her face, she turned to Proxy, already pretty sure of what it was, but she decided to ask anyway. “Is that a…”
“Yes, that is a sex machine,” was her answer; without the slightest hint of shame or apprehension. Shark’s expression as she just stood by was priceless. Her eyes went wide and her lips pursed as she gazed at Proxy from the corners of her eyes. “I have my own line of saddle vibrators, called Orgasmatron. I’m not selling them on a large scale yet, but I have sold a few online and shipped them out. This one is a new model I have been working on, with two seats for those who like company and a wireless remote, less noisy than the previous ones too.”
Her deadpan delivery on the subject was nothing short of hilarious to Vertigo, but was making Sharktooth immensely uncomfortable. She awkwardly crossed her arms and coughed. “You make sex toys too?” she asked. “Here?”
“In my own time. Nova does not have anything to do with it.”
“So is this one still a work in progress?” Vertigo asked.
“Oh no, it is finished. I even have several accessories for it. I just have not gotten around to fully testing it yet.”
With a sparkling glint in her eyes, Vertigo turned to the machine and her mind began to race. “Ohhh, shit dude~ Maybe I can help you with that.”
Sharktooth grunted and facepalmed, then pointed her finger at her partner. “Vertigo, quit arsing around!” she scowled, causing the pegasus to glare and pout back at her. “Now, Proxy, I reckon you didn’t bring us back here to show off yer crib, so how about you tell us why we’re here exactly?”
“Oh, oh yes, of course! Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?”
While Proxy headed for the fridge, Shark sat down in the couch, while Vertigo preferred to stand, leaning over the backrest next to her with her arms crossed. The cyborg came back with a bottle of soda for Vertigo and a glass of OJ for Shark, and then she sat down in a chair opposite of the coffee table with her hands on her knees. She shuffled a bit, appearing anxious, though her expression was still that big open eye, borderline curious stare and neutral mouth position.
“I am a little bit nervous…” she admitted, making the other two raise an eyebrow. They figured they should have been the nervous ones, considering the fact that a freaking cyborg was about to tell them something important and they had no idea what.
“Go on...” Shark said, to which the half mechanical pegasus nodded.
“Okay,” she started. “My name is Nova Proxy. I am nineteen years old, born here in Fillydelphia. My name used to be just Proxy until my body was rebuilt with implants and prosthetics at age seventeen, after an illness affected and destroyed the right side of my body. I have been working here at Nova ever since in the Research and Development department. I have a high affinity for computers and electronics, and my implants allow me to interact with them on both a physical and mental level. I am always connected to the internet and I can browse it through my mind’s eye interface. I can even serve as a hotspot if necessary. However, I have difficulty expressing emotions, and I get really nervous around magnets. My--” Proxy stopped when she saw Vertigo raising her hand at her.
“Wait, wait, hang on. That’s all very interesting, if a bit confusing, but why are you telling us all this? It almost sounds like you’re in a job interview right now.”
“Well, yes, I did not get to that yet. To keep it short, I want to join you.”
Shark nearly choked on her OJ.
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!”
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.
This was a place where rats crawled. A place well removed from the citizens of Ranchtown so they didn’t have to breathe its putrid air. Rusty carcasses of forsaken vehicles were stacked to mimic buildings, and discarded electronic devices were piled up like small mountains. Everything in this enclosed area was arranged to form a landscape of its own, like a panorama of filth and twisted metal. No amount of cleaning would ever erase the sordid stench from this soil, the fumes a mixture of rot and battery acid. The dark and grime of this junkyard made it the perfect place for the filth of society to clot, usually in the deepest pits of night.
There were four of them in total, two coming from each side, meeting in the middle of a small clearing between the garbage stacks. One was an earth pony with his dark purple hair in a ponytail, small glasses sitting on his snout and a briefcase in his hand. He wore a sky blue shirt that was buttoned halfway past his chest and designer pants and shoes. Beside him was a lanky unicorn that stood a good five inches taller, his blonde and azure striped mane draped over his shoulders. Both appeared to be unarmed, though the unicorn followed closely behind the earth pony as they made their way to the center of their meeting place. They gazed intently as the other two approached them.
Beside a somewhat corpulent stallion with a goatee holding a briefcase, there was a massive, dangerous looking thug wearing a black wife beater tucked into his jeans. He was a pegasus, and had sleeve tattoos on both of his arms, which were like steel beams in both girth and density. He was about as tall as the unicorn on the other side, but trumped him in shoulder width by a wide margin. The pudgy earth pony looked at him, and his scarred, dark blue face with a cigarette between his lips gested at the other two. He threw his smoke to the side as they met them.
“Were you followed?” The bespectacled stallion asked first, a standard question for affairs like these.
“No,” the fat man answered, a sweat drop running down the side of his face. “Let’s get this over with. Did you bring it?”
“Only if you brought the cash,” was the answer. “Let’s see it.”
The unicorn and the pegasus stared each other down, their arms crossed. Although the latter had biceps that could crush the other’s head like a walnut, he still smirked at him. The black haired pegasus glared back, raising the corner of his lip and licking the outside of his teeth. They didn’t say a word while the heavy set earth pony stallion produced his briefcase and opened it, making the other grin widely.
“Very good,” he said, then did the same with his case. It was filled to the brim with red, unlabeled cardboard packs.There must have been close to one hundred of them. “Best ones we had in stock. Pay up and they’re yours, no questions asked.”
Both closed their briefcases in tandem and they were about to exchange hands, when there was a sound that made all heads snap to a dark corner. In there they could see the bright red glow of a lit cigarette as well as a cloud of light grey smoke in the air.
“Who the fuck are you!? Come out!” the purple haired stallion yelled somewhat panicky, retracting his briefcase protectively.
Slowly, a dark green mare walked out of the shadows while she took a drag from her cigarette. Her fire coloured mane hung low down her back and she had one hand buried in her jeans pocket. She had her red eyes half shut and looked barely interested in the whole situation.
“Please tell me she’s one of yours!” he snarled at the obese pony, who shook his head, clearly losing his nerve at this point. “I asked you if you were followed, and you said no!”
“I mean...I didn’t…” he stammered, more cold sweat rising through his pores.
“I didn’t follow anyone, I was campin’ out,” Sharktooth clarified casually.
“Bad timing, missy,” the tall unicorn said. “What do you think you’re doing here all by yourself at this time of night?”
“Crashin’ yer party,” she replied with smoke coming out of her mouth. The well dressed earth pony grimaced at this, but the unicorn and pegasus merely smirked.
“Funny girl,” said the ripped thug with a deep, rumbling voice. He then turned to his comrades. “Don’t worry, leave this to me.”
When he turned back to her, Shark was yawning, baring her teeth. It was so late, 3 in the morning. She would have been in bed by now if it weren’t for this stupid job. When she opened her eyes again, she was looking right at the guy’s collarbone as he stood before her. Her head raised up slightly and gave him a disinterested stare. He snarled down at her, which made her chortle.
“Now this just ain’t fair,” she remarked.
“That’s what you get when you put your nose in places it doesn’t belong.”
Shark rolled her eyes, her hand still in her pocket while the other ashed the cigarette. “Not what I meant. Either way, I’m afraid that your business is my business. Meddlin’ is what I get paid for.” The stallion raised his eyebrow. He stood nearly a foot taller than her and she didn’t even flinch, not even after he popped his knuckles and made his muscles bulge. She just stood defiant and calm, eyeballing him.
“So what, are you a cop or something?”
Shark chuckled and looked him right in the eyes. “Nah. Much worse, mate.”
Having had enough of her shit, he growled and took a quick swing at her, aiming for her face while her guard was still down. The force was admirable, but Shark barely staggered at the blow, and her hand refused to come out of her pocket. He quickly realised that he couldn’t move his arm anymore, though it didn’t hit him why until several seconds later. Nobody could believe what they were seeing, especially the pegasus, whose jaw nearly hit the ground.
The reason why was because his wrist was jammed between Shark’s head and shoulder. She must have somehow caught it right before it hit her neck, softening the impact. He pulled and jerked, but she had him completely locked in place. She flashed her sharp teeth at him with a grin. “What’s the matter, chum? Stuck?”
“What the fuck?!” he cussed, and attempted to punch her in the face with a left hook. Shark caught his fist, her cig still between her fingers. He gasped in shock, trying in vain to get both his arms back, but it felt like they were encased in a wall. His wings flapped in desperation, and that’s when Shark began to raise her right shoulder and tightened the lock on his wrist. That brick shithouse was forced down on his knees, crying harshly. He felt like he got stuck in a vice and his bones were under more stress than they could handle.
Now his forehead was beginning to glisten, and he looked up at her jaws clenched, an agonising expression on his face. He didn’t even attempt to pull back anymore, his hand just cramped up and thrashed as he tried to bite through the pain. Shark grinned viciously, squeezing harder gradually until his wrist couldn’t take it anymore. A loud snap sounded through the junkyard when his carpal bones shifted and cracked and his ulna dislocated. His howls of pain were sharp, and his wrist was finally released, his hand hanging limp from his arm. He was quickly silenced when Shark’s knee slammed against his cheek. A shockwave rumbled his jaw and he was sent skidding across the ground. A single tooth fell from his lips, as well as a small amount of spit and blood.
Now that his bodyguard was out cold, the corpulent gangster saw no other choice. More terrified than angry, he pulled a pistol from behind his belt and aimed it at her. There are generally two things you do not pull out on Sharktooth, one of them being a weapon. He was about to face the harsh consequences.
She hopped to the side, and before he could fire, she flicked the cigarette right at his face. The burning embers stung his eyes and he yelped, firing an uncontrolled shot into the air. Before he knew it, Shark’s fingers clenched his wrist, and her fist pounded against his elbow. His arm bent entirely the wrong way, and the sound was so awful the other two cringed and turned away. His face turned pale and his agony was reflected in his blood curdling scream. Needless to say, he dropped his gun to the ground.
His nasal bone broke in two when she fisted his face dead on. His head whiplashed and a small fountain of red blood sprayed through the air. One more punch followed the first and it sent him rolling against a pile of garbage like a bowling ball. Part of it collapsed on top of him and he stopped moving.
“Shit! Shit!!!” The stallion with the ponytail was in full panic mode now, clenching the briefcase close to his chest and turning around to run for it. He first turned to his unicorn guard and yelled at him. “Soul Spear! Stop her! I don’t care if you have to kill her, just do it!”
Spear nodded, standing in between his boss and Shark, who had turned to them, not even having broken a sweat. While he ran away with his tail between his legs, the unicorn smirked at her and threw up a barrier to trap her with him. The green mare stood calmly by, relaxing her muscles and popping her knuckles.
“So, you’re pretty strong, aren’t you? I’m afraid this is where your little rampage ends, though,” he said smugly. Shark didn’t respond, she just tilted her head to one side, then the other, placing her hand to her neck to massage her muscles. “I don’t know what you are exactly, but I don’t see a horn on your head.” He pointed at the horn attached to his forehead. “This means that I have the advantage.”
Shark spat on the ground and just stared back at him. “I am Soul Spear, and I’m a mage that graduated at the top of my class. I have yet to meet an earth pony or pegasus that can match my skill. Do you know why?” She wasn’t even looking at him anymore, she stared off to the side bored and yawned again.
“Because they can’t!” he bellowed. “Magic beats everything, and that’s why I’m superior! You may be pretty good with your fists, but I’ll have you reduced to a pile of smoking dust on the ground in seconds, you lowly earth pony!”
Shark sighed and checked her cigarette pack to see that she had five smokes left. “I don’t give a monkey’s arse about magic,” she said.
Spear laughed, and his horn began to glow a dim blue. “Your words are as garbage as your race. Now die!” He smirked and extended his finger into a gun. “Bang!” A beam like shot of magic fired out of his horn and came straight for her.
She countered it by doing the unthinkable. She punched it! Her fist made a small shockwave that broke the magic spear to pieces, a small tuft of mysterious red energy surrounded her hand and dispersed moments later. When she looked back at him, the disbelief on his shocked face was nothing short of delicious. “H-how did you- What?!”
She merely shrugged her shoulders, and his horn began to glow again. “Then, how about this!” He conjured dozens of similar spears, all surrounding Shark, their crackling, pointy ends aimed at her, threatening to skewer her. “Let’s see you punch these, bitch! HAAHHH!!”
As his horn flared up intensely, the spears all zoomed through the air simultaneously, and right as they were about to hit her, Shark pushed the palms of her hands outwards in a sudden and powerful motion. “RAH!!!” she roared and emitted a red blast. It was fast, only visible for a fraction of a second, but the wave of energy it created was very evident. It shattered all of the spears into sparkling, snow like powder particles that dissipated before they hit the ground.
Soul Spear was flabbergasted. He stood nailed to the ground as the last sparks around him vanished and Shark’s gaze turned to him. “Brace yerself,” she uttered, and dashed right at him, fists balled. As a last ditch effort, Spear created a protective shield around him, but when her fist collided with it, it caved in and exploded into shards like a mirror. The force was enough to blow him back, and it was all over for him when a brutal blow crushed his stomach. He spat and drooled, eyes wide and coughing as his gut felt like it had imploded.
“Top of yer class, but still absolutely worthless,” Shark commented as his head hung over her shoulder. “Thank yer lucky stars that I won’t break off that precious horn o’ yers and shove it up yer arse, scum.”
“Y-you...you’re a...monster,” he sputtered, holding back the bile in his throat. Shark smirked and drilled her fist deeper into his abs, making him flinch and gulp.
“Aye, heard that one before.”
She grabbed him by the face and slammed him down to the ground. As soon as his cranium was smashed against the dirt, everything in front of his eyes went black. When the carnage was all over, and all was quiet again, she lit a new cigarette and slowly put her hand to her ear.
“Proxy, I’m done here. Send in the cleanup crew to pick em up, and a couple of medics too.”
“Affirmative. Good work. Stay put until they arrive and you can come home.”
“Is the bird in the sky?”
“Yes. With some luck I will receive the coördinates in a few minutes.”
“If all goes well. Chat with ya later, Prox.”
After ending transmission, she looked at the 3 broken stallions scattered on the ground, the buff pegasus slightly groaning and stirring, just barely conscious. She blew the smoke out of her nose. All in a day’s work.
The car sped through the quiet streets of the outskirts of Ranchtown before pulling up at a large warehouse. The stallion stepped out of his car and slammed the door shut, and while holding his briefcase in his hand he ran through a small entrance door on the side of the building. Distressed, he stormed into the deepest bowels of the structure until he reached a storage area where two other ponies were waiting for him. Two pegasi, dressed in average work clothes. They were taking a quick break, munching on some candy bars while having a smoke. They could tell by the urgency in his face that the trade didn’t go as expected.
“Hey Cash, what happened?” the burly one with the white fur and red mohawk asked with his mouth full.
“Deal was a bust?” asked the other, a dirty yellow coated pegasus with a short brown mane.
“We got fucking ambushed,” Cash exasperated, throwing the suitcase onto the table, making the whole thing rock.
“By who, the pigs?”
“No! It was someone else! A mare! I’ve never seen her before, but fuck was she strong!”
The two pegasi looked at each other and raised their eyebrows. “Wait,” said the white one. “You’re saying there were four of you, and you couldn’t take down one little filly who just wandered on the scene?”
“Yeah!” he yelled throwing his arms up. “That’s what I’m saying! The two ponies we were making the deal with, they had their arms broken and got knocked out cold!”
“Where’s Spear?” the other inquired.
“I left him to deal with her, while I took the wares and came back here.”
“Wow wow, wait a minute, why did you come back here straight away? What if you were fucking followed?!” The mohawked stallion sneered at him. “Are you out of your fucking mind, you goddamn idiot?! If this place gets found out, White Gold’s gonna have our fucking heads, you know that?”
“I know, I know!” he sighed, and pounded his fist on the table. “I panicked, aight?! Look, I don’t think I was followed, but we should find a new place to store our wares just in case and kiss this place adieu.”
Cash looked over all the pallets and shelves lined with boxes upon boxes of wares, most of them containing plastic bags with dubious substances or bottles of smuggled alcohol, among many other things. The whole room was filled with them, and moving them to a new location was going to be quite the hassle.
“Easy for you to say, bub! Who do you think is gonna have to move all these? Not you, that’s for sure! You better watch yourself, or you’re gonna be waking up in a box soon, you stupid fuckin-”
“Quiet!” The brown haired stallion suddenly interjected, holding up his hand. “Both of you,” he whispered now. “I just heard something…”
Everything went deathly quiet for a while. “Heard what?” Cash whispered back. Their ears twitched when they heard a faint sound coming from somewhere above them. It sounded like gulping. They looked up, and Cash’s heart sunk into his shoes. On a beam above the warehouse was a pegasus, sitting in the faint light of the moon shining in. It was hard to tell, but it looked like she was drinking out of a can, quite gluttonously at that.
“AAAHHHHH~” she sighed in relief, crushing the can and throwing it down below, revealing it to be a can of Fury energy drink. The loud burp that followed echoed through the hall. “Hi guys! How’s it hanging?”
The three crooks poised themselves while the cerulean pegasus gal with orange hair dropped down from the beam and landed in front of them. Her wings folded behind her back and she hopped in place. “Man, you guys sure are night owls. Do you have any idea what time it is?”
“Is this her?” the muscular pegasus asked Cash. He shook his head negatively.
“N-no… I’ve never seen her before… She must’ve…”
“Oh yeah,” Vertigo smiled. “That was my buddy Sharky back there. I’m the one who followed you here. You ran two red lights and probably broke a few speed limits, but hey, I think I can turn a blind eye to those,” she winked. “It’s not like you aren’t in enough hot water already.”
She then pulled out a list from her pocket. “So lemme do an inventory check here for a moment. Cocaine, crystal meth, heroin, yadda yadda, several more drugs I can’t even pronounce, smuggled alcohol, weapons, and in that suitcase of yours, pounds upon pounds of an illegal aphrodisiac. Don’t even wanna know what they were planning to do with those, probably sell them to washed up porn stars who can’t get it up anymore. None of my business anyway. That’s quite a collection you got here.”
“How do you know that?! What the fuck do you want?!” Cash barked at her.
“Well, to answer both of your questions, intercepted call, and you!” Vertigo chirped happily. “You’ve made it near the top of the list of Ranchtown’s most wanted, and I’m here to pick you up, so congrazzles, man! Plus, you led me to your storage area, so that’s a big plus. Didn’t even have to beat it out of you.”
Cursing to himself, Cash growled and grimaced, once again he began to feel the burn. “Not if we get rid of you first! Kill her!” he ordered. The two pegasi stallions looked over their shoulder and glared at him, scoffing at the idea of taking any more orders from this moron.
“Oh, see, the thing is, I kinda already passed on the coördinates to my colleague, so even if you can kill me, I’m afraid the cops are already on their way,” she chuckled while scratching the back of her neck. “Sorry.”
Cash went wide eyed as he realised just how badly he screwed the pooch. The only thing he could do right now was run. While the two other pegasi stormed up to Vertigo, he hightailed it for the exit, determined to escape. This was not according to Vertigo. She ran toward them head on and knee slid between the white stallions legs, making sure to flick his beanbag along the way, making him cringe and reach for his junk. She got up in between the two and boosted off the yellow pony’s face. Now leaping through the air, she flapped her wings once and landed on top of Cash like a bird of prey. He gasped as the air was pushed out of his lungs and his glasses slid across the floor.
“Where’re you going? You’re the star of the show, baby!” She punched him in the face and knocked him out instantly. One down, two to go. She turned to look at the others. One was slightly bent over while the other had a shoeprint on his pissed off face. Vertigo bounced in place in anticipation and grinned widely. “Two big, strong stallions on one little mare. Kinky. Please go easy on me.”
The yellow stallion threw himself at her, and she was nimble in sidestepping his punch. She countered with a quick shoulder bash, and then the white one attempted to flank her. His fist grazed past her face, then the other one came right for her, which she ducked under. What followed was a volley of punches and swings, which were either deflected or dodged. This wasn’t the first time Vertigo found herself between two stallions trying to pound her, so she knew exactly what to do. Go straight for the jewels! As she ducked down, she punched the white one in the nether regions.
The jab was quick but vicious and caused him to double over in crippling waves of pain going through his lower abdomen. His breathing grew heavy as he tried to null the pain with his hands somehow. “Son of a-” he gasped with a higher pitched voice than usual. The other one didn’t let up. He grabbed her by the shoulder and tried to throw her to the ground. He sort of succeeded, but she stuck the landing and used the momentum to sweep his leg in a breakdance move. His ass hit the ground, but he was able to catch himself from falling flat. While he was crouched to get back up, Vertigo’s whole body spun and her leg came right back around, her foot connecting with his cheek. A spray of spit flew through the air as he was thrown aside and landed on his shoulder. He growled and held the sore spot on his face, feeling warm blood breaking through.
“Heh, you like my moves, buddy? I kinda expected you two big studs to put up more of a fight.”
“Y-you punched me in the dick, you bitch!” Vertigo turned to the red haired pegasus, who was still hunched over on his knees, cupping his private parts with his hands. Vertigo just smiled at him proudly.
“Yep, I sure did!” She then quickly leapfrogged over the yellow stallion who rushed her while she wasn’t looking. At the height of her arc, her feet pushed off against his upper back and kicked him to the ground.
As he looked back up, he just saw her take off into the air. He quickly rose to his feet and went after her, following as she weaved between the wooden beams. Vertigo made a U-turn and they clashed, pounding their shoulders against each other. The aerial battle continued with a flurry of punches and kicks, until she grabbed him by the arm and judo threw him toward the ground. He managed to stop himself from falling, but when he looked back up she was gone. He flew up to one of the supporting beams and kneeled on top of it while wiping the trickle of blood from his lip. He looked around, but all he saw were shadows and emptiness. How did he lose track of her so easily?
“BANZAI!!!” The loud cheer made him look up to see the soles of her skater shoes in close up, which then imprinted on his face as she dive bombed him. The force made his head jerk to the side and concussed his brain as he was launched down into one of the shelves like a comet. He crashed head first into it, and it broke apart and collapsed on top of him, creating a large dust cloud. He groaned from underneath the boxes and lost consciousness soon after.
Vertigo landed on the ground, when she heard footsteps coming from behind her. She detached the chain from her belt hoop and whipped it backwards, hitting the white stallion square in the you-know-what with an audible thwack. There was a whimper and she looked back over her shoulder to see him on his hands and knees, his body shivering.
“Dude, props for the persistence and all, but I’d stay down if I were you. I don’t think your cojones can take much more of this.”
“Why me… Fuck my life…” he wheezed before blacking out into a heap on the floor.
“Well, that was quick. Not usually how a threesome goes in these stories. Wonder what the audience will think about this.” She brought her hand to her ear piece while she leaned against the table. “Proxy! Come in, baby! Job’s done!”
“Already? Did you detain the suspect?”
“Yep, right here!” she replied as she ripped open a candy bar from the table and stuffed it in her face. “Want me to hogtie him?” she asked with a mouth full of caramel.
“No, that is okay. The police force will be there soon, so just hang tight.”
“Gotcha. Hmmm, before I forget! I overheard them saying something earlier, something pretty interesting. The name White Gold came up. Seems like these guys are pretty scared of him. I think he runs this business. May wanna take note of that.”
“White Gold. Hmmm, does not sound familiar. I will do a search on that name. For now, just come home as soon as you can. Shark is already on her way. Good work.”
“Sure thing. TTYL.”
She crouched down by the stallion with the mohawk while still eating the candy bar, poking him in the side. “You still with me, my dude? No?” He didn’t even stir. She did quite the number on him. Vertigo’s penchant to fight dirty was something of an old habit she never cared to get rid of, though she was perfectly capable of fighting properly. She had come a long way from all those years back, back when she was still green behind the ears.
The streets of Manehattan were not kind to a child, and neither were the other children. Vertigo found this out the hard way on several occasions. If you asked anyone around these parts what one of the most important things in life was, a common answer would be knowing where you came from. Vertigo didn’t know that. Her first few years in life were a blur at best, and the earliest memories that were clear in her mind she simply didn’t question. She never referred to anyone as a mom or a dad, although plenty of other kids did. She had surrogate parents that she lived with, but she always knew they were not the real deal. It just didn’t feel right. Where were her real ones? She didn’t know, nor did she ever truly care.
School was an annoyance she was forced through. Her grades were terrible on nearly all fronts and no amount of coaching had any effect. In her defence, her environment didn’t exactly push her to earn a master’s degree. Again, she didn’t care about any of this. She was a lost little filly who wandered with no real aim in life, no sign of any special talents, nor any attempts to pursue them. All that stuff was a drag to Vertigo.
There was one thing she had going for her; she was highly social. There was just one problem with this. Nobody seemed to like her.
Vertigo was a filly, but that didn’t mean she was interested in typical girl things. She didn’t dress like one, nor did she behave like one, but she sure enjoyed looking at them. This earned her an obvious label at a very early age. A tomboy who swung the other way.
Most of the kids would spend their free time shooting hoops on the basketball court not too far from school grounds. Several circles of friends would congregate here, either to play against each other or just watch and talk. Most all of these kids were young colts, often in the range of 7 to 10 years old, and as such, roughhousing was very common among them. This was the place where Vertigo often showed up in an attempt to create connections.
“To me! To me!” the young colt hollered. The ball was thrown into his hands and he dribbled it towards the hoop, taking the shot but hitting the edge. The ball bounced out of the court and was caught by the hands of a dark blue pegasus girl, around 7 years old. She wore a white shirt and dark red shorts, a band-aid on her knee from a previous scrape. Her orange mane was rather short, not even reaching her shoulders. The boys’ mood immediately turned sour and their faces twisted with irritation. Vertigo was blind to this, that’s just how stubborn she was. She just smiled broadly as she always did.
“Give the ball back, Vertigo,” one of the taller kids said.
“Heh, then take it from me,” she grinned, then began to dribble the ball and dash past the boys. Her moves were a bit sloppy, but her heart was in the right place. This kind of determination could have swayed some, but not the try hard kids of Manehattan’s streets. She was bodychecked and pushed to the ground by one of the colts.
“H-hey! What gives?!” she snapped back at him standing over her.
“You don’t learn, do you? You’re annoying, Vertigo! Go play by yourself or the other fillies, but leave us alone!” He took the ball and turned his back on her as they continued their game.
Actually, there was one other quality she possessed that would be essential to shaping her further in life. She never gave up, ever! She would try again the next day, and the next. Sometimes her feelings would be hurt, or her body, but she never backed out. Some saw this as pitiful, others couldn’t help but admire her for this. One of these days, somebody would stand up for her.
When that day came, her life changed for good in such a spectacular way.
Things were looking bad. She had provoked the ire from some of the harsher kids in the neighbourhood. Most of them were around ten years old. They obviously didn’t like her, but more likely than that, they didn’t like the reputation that came with her. Vertigo didn’t even know what she did wrong in the first place. It started with name calling, then shoving and ganging up on her. For the first time, she felt genuinely threatened, and she didn’t know what to do.
“The loudmouth of the neighbourhood. No wonder your parents abandoned you.”
The way he said it, the animosity on his face and in his voice, it made something crack deep inside her chest. The pain she felt was far more severe than ever. “Face it, nobody here likes you, so why do you keep showing up?”
Normally she would have yelled something back, but for the first time those words actually sank in. She felt a strange sensation in the depths of her lungs, like a hiccup. Was she going to cry? No, she hadn’t done that so far, why start now. But then why were her eyes starting to feel so watery?
“I just…”
“None of the girls want you around, and neither do the boys, so just go home and never show your face around here again!” another one shouted.
“I heard she’s actually into girls!”
“Haha! Hey, is that true?”
She was cornered, literally, as her back was shoved against a wall. “H-hey, c’mon, stop it…” she murmured. That’s when the first tear rolled from the corner of her eye and her throat choked up. Her ability to stay strong was beginning to crumble for the first time.
“Whoa, she’s actually crying!” The oldest colt shoved her shoulder against the concrete wall. “Hey, you gonna run crying to your mom? Oh wait!” The second tear followed as the laughter echoed through her head. “You little weakling! What makes you think you can fit in with us?”
Those who have the will to be strong will become strong. Those who ridicule the struggle for strength are truly weak.
The young boy who was prodding her to breaking point suddenly felt a strong hand grasp the back of his neck, and he was unapologetically thrown backwards onto the concrete. He didn’t go quietly, instead exclaiming his pain loudly and clearly as he hit the dense surface. The rest of the boys looked back at him in surprise, then backed off. Vertigo hardly caught what happened, but the unexpected nature of the situation caused her tears to stop flowing. Somebody was standing in front of her, shielding her. Her eyes went wide and took in the incredible colour of her thick, spiky mane, yellow near the roots and fading to blood red towards the tips, like beautiful flames running down her back. Her stance was firm and she stood several inches taller than her. She looked maybe two or three years older than her.
“Back off, maggots!”
Her voice was like a manticore’s roar, with the ferocity of a million demons. Her mere demeanor spat hot fire that she could feel the heat of, and she hadn’t even seen her face yet. “Who the hell are you, freak?!” a voice shouted, though Vertigo couldn’t tell who it was. All of her attention was usurped by this filly that came to her protection.
“I said back off, before I break yer fucking faces on the pavement!” Her words crashed like thunder and sent ripples through the air. Her intimidation had its effect. The young colts’ confidence drained from them as they all started backing away. The one who experienced her power firsthand was already about to run for it.
“Dammit… Come on, let’s go!” They ran off as a cohesive unit, vanishing as they turned the street corner. “Monster!” one of them still shouted. It was all over now.
She turned around, and for the first time, Vertigo saw the face of the person that stood up for her, the face those brats were so afraid of they ran away nearly soiling their pants. She couldn’t stop staring. Those eyes unlike any she had ever looked into before, like two pits of scorching lava and almost reptilian slits for pupils. Her body dark green and strong, and her teeth sharp and serrated.
What Vertigo saw before her was not a pony, but a dragon!
“You alright?” she spoke to her.
“You!” Vertigo exclaimed, staring intently, taking the mystery girl aback a little. She clenched her fists to her chest and looked at her like the impressionable and excitable young filly that she was. Her eyes sparkled with wonder and she smiled widely.
“Do you wanna be friends?!”
