Operation: Alicorn

When you think big muscles, you normally thought of bodybuilders with bulging masculinity. Normal muscled biceps measured around eighteen inches or forty-five centimeters. Regal was a changeling who had eighteen inch biceps without flexing them. He towered over normal ponies and his wide frame was beyond brutish. He was not a normal changeling to say the least. Today, though, he was wearing his black suit with a nice, conservative red tie. His custom made watch told him that he was on time as he walked up to the door from the stair steps outside the building.

Crystal Ball Inc. was bustling, as always. The corporate building was the center of Ranchtown. Ever since Rich Co. went belly up because of the scandals a few years ago, Pearl Necklace has kept up with the businesses all through the city. The prospect of becoming a business associate with her directly was an astounding notion that he was not going to pass up. Though, being thirty minutes early was a bit much, he was willing to wait as long as it took.

Regal’s blue and yellow hair was slicked back down below his neck. His tail was groomed and his wings were nice and shiny. Not a single piece of his attire was out of place. He even wore his best cufflinks. The elevator was big enough to hold him, but didn’t leave a lot of space for the other four ponies who crowded around him. He could feel their awkward looks on him as he towered over them in their ascent. It was a very long elevator ride. The ponies exited the cart with a glance back at him, but he pretended not to notice. He got off on the top floor, and it was nothing but a secretary’s office with a large door behind her.

Before he even got off the elevator, the large door leading into the back office opened. A dark brown unicorn with flowing blonde hair stood in the doorway. Her business dress did very little to hide her thighs, and her pantyhose were a beige color that accentuated her leg muscles. She stood with her tablet in one hand and a stylus in the other as she motioned for him to come hither.

Regal’s heart jumped some. He thought he arrived with enough time to gather his thoughts in the reception area. Pearl was more than likely very busy, he thought there would at least be a ten minute wait. He walked to the door, however, and she had to get out of his way completely as he walked through. His shoulders took up most of the space in the threshold as he walked through.

He had no time to look over the very large office. As he stepped inside, there stood Pearl Necklace at the window that covered her far wall. It was shaded digitally to reflect the sunlight with shades as it came. With the sun at its zenith, Pearl Necklace held her teacup, complete with saucer. She sipped it and kept looking out past all of the buildings in her view.

“Mr. Regal, thank you for coming early. Time is very much against us.” Pearl said as she sighed. He could see her in the reflection of her window. The bags under her eyes could never be fully covered with makeup. The bewilderment on her face could be measured in miles and her stance made her look like a small gust of wind could have knocked her over. “When I caught wind of your resume in our files, I began to think of the possibilities. Are you quite familiar with this city?”

“Umm, yes, I know this city well.” Regal said, trying his best not to stifle or stutter. Such a large changeling being intimidated by a small earth pony seemed ridiculous but given the circumstances. “I’ve been trying to start a little business of my own.”

“Yes, so I’ve heard.” Pearl placed her teacup back on its saucer and turned toward him. “Well, I’ve been known to make more than one deal with potential business owners. Many of them were very successful. In your case, though, I’m willing to make a much better deal. However, what you would be doing is very much not business oriented. In fact, I will be asking you to act outside the law.”

Regal Drennan cocked his head to the side. All the sudden, his intrigue skyrocketed and he looked over to her assistant, Coin Purse, who glanced at him, then looked him over to measure him up. She smiled and nodded for him to listen to Pearl.

“These are troubling times for me, Mr. Regal. I’ve been threatened by a much higher power than my own, and am in danger of losing everything I worked so hard to build. Losing something that I had to take down my own father to obtain and I am scared. Every legal action has failed for the simple fact that I do not have any hard evidence to enforce my claims. So now I must result to illegal actions to see that this pulls through.” The smaller, pink colored pony sat down at her desk and sighed. “If I do this, I need to know that I can trust you. I am taking a very great risk in simply telling you how deep this all has gone.”

There was a bit of a pause and Regal couldn’t help but open his mouth for a question.

“What does this all entail?” He scratched the base of his forehead, next to his black horn. “If I didn’t know any better, you weren’t so much asking about my business sense, but more my physical prowess.”

Regal wasn’t blind to his appearance. This also wasn’t the first time someone offered him money in order to gain his arm strength. The thought made him feel a bit torn. On one hand, he was hoping to pick up a pen instead of a fist. On the other, this was the most powerful woman in the city asking him to do something in order to get into his good graces and such an offer could not be overlooked.

“Not only your physical prowess, but also your innate ability to change your appearance. I’ll need both attributes for this. Before I tell you anymore, I need to know that I can count on you when it really matters. Not only that, but I need to know that your loyalty cannot be bought by conventional means. If you agree to all of this, I can continue.” Pearl said, then looked over to her assistant who was making the googoo eyes toward the walking mass of muscle in her office. Coin Purse turned to Pearl with a nod, and the red maned pony merely shrugged.

“Whatever you need me for.” Regal said, then heard a zipper to his left as the brown unicorn slid her skirt off to reveal she was wearing nothing underneath it aside from the garter straps holding up her hose. His eyes widened as she pushed him back into a very large and very comfortable chair.

“Excellent. There is a great deal that needs to be done.” Pearl said, obviously not wanting to waste any time. As Coin Purse undid Regal’s pants and brought out his long, hard and bright green cock, Pearl Necklace continued. “I need you to infiltrate Moon Beam Academy for me.”

“Whaaaat?” Regal exasperated as Coin Purse very easily swallowed his cock and began to jerk him into his hardest state. “Moon Beam? But I don’t have a whole lot of talent with magi--nnnn!”

“It’ll take too long to actually enroll you as a student there, so we will need to use other avenues to meet that end.” Pearl massaged her temples and sighed as she slumped over in her chair. “There’s another, much more dangerous way to do it. We’ll have to go with that.”

As she spoke, the blonde haired, slender unicorn was already straddling him and sinking him deep within her. How she could handle his massive size so easily was a sight to behold, but she bobbed herself up and down on him and opened her blouse to let her nice large tits bounce directly in front of his face. Coin Purse whispered for him to pay very close attention to Miss Pearl.

“My wife has already located a very important asset to this plan. The one pulling the strings is also after this asset, but it is imperative that we get to her first.” Pearl looked over at Regal, whose person was slightly obscured by the unicorn riding him in the chair, but he could still see Pearl from his vantage point as Coin Purse did very little to hide his massive scale. “She is going to need your help and I have a feeling that this is going to need to happen very soon. Do this for me and you can have whatever business venture you wish to pursue. I’ll back anything you want as much as you want, so long as you make this all a reality. What do you think, Mr. Regal?”

Before he could even ask why she was using his first name after a surname function, he could feel the jiggling ass bouncing on him like a basketball and milking him. He sputtered a bit, his eyes clenched and he strained against his words hard.

“Y-y-yes!” Regal shouted, and Coin could feel his seed reach deep into her as she bit her lower lip. Her face turned red as she flushed hard and looked down as her legs began to buckle.

“Excellent…” Pearl managed a grin.

She’d finally lost the large, black SUV and entered back into the Ranchtown city limits. Having to dip her nose into the danger just enough to keep close, but staying far enough away to not get caught was starting to exhaust her. Her little car sped through the interstate that was busy as hell with cars going home for the day or the night shifts heading to their places of business. She had to weave in and out of lanes to speed through the streets. Proxy couldn’t go too fast, or she’d attract unwanted attention, but she also couldn’t go too slow, or her tail was going to catch back up to her.

The constant need to move was beginning to weigh on her a great deal. She just had to keep at it for a little while longer and find a safe place to hold out. She felt yet another speed reader aimed toward her by the highway patrol, and with a bit of digital signalling, she made their little traffic gun read a decent speed that wasn’t over. Her non-robotic arm was shaking from all of the strain she was putting on her body. It wasn’t going to be long before she needed a charge, but she had to keep going. Her red dreadlocks bobbed in front of the right side of her face. The side of her face that was normally covered with cybernetics. For the moment, though, the potion she splashed onto her face kept her true form hidden. Even that was running on fumes, though.

Sweat beaded down the left side of her face. Proxy was certain that she smelled awful, as she had no cleaning materials for herself. The GPS in her sensors told her to exit to the left, the side of town that it brought her to was not what society called “savory” but that worked more in her favor. There were less cars, leaving her exposed, but that meant the same for her pursuers. Most of the houses were broken down husks of house frames while some of them were old with very little upkeep.

Sure enough, her sensors picked up the clean gas fumes of a very expensive sport utility vehicle making its way toward her. However, that’s when it picked up two more on their way toward her from the other side of the street. Like predators, they were waiting for her to get off of the highway and into the city limits. The SUV behind her was approaching fast, way over the speed limit but she found her turn and did not slow down to make it.

“Come on!” She shouted at her car to stay on all four wheels as she peeled her tires and got herself straight. All three vehicles lined up in a row as they caught up to her right on her tail. How these gigantic tanks had the capacity to reach such speeds was beyond her. They must have been top of the line to keep up with her little speeding bullet of a two-door.

She slapped the top of her console and made the very top of it flip over to reveal a keypad. Using her hand’s cybernet reflexes, she typed in a six digit code. Six holes were revealed in the back of her car, four beside the back window and two on her bumper. All of them splattered a gush of white paint into the SUV’s windshield, completely blinding them. To her surprise, they simply slowed down and allowed the other two behind them to take point, passing them up as they attempted to use their windshield wipers to wipe it off.

One down, two to go. She made yet another turn on the street. This time her back bumper curb checked the side of the street at her immense speed, bending it inward. The car was built with durability and speed in mind, but both were limited. The punishment it had already taken was beginning to whittle it down. Not to mention, she had already exhausted two gas tanks and was below half on her third and last one.

With her destination dead ahead, she picked up the pace to seventy miles per hour. With all of the noise they were making, there were many bystanders in the neighborhood, watching from their front lawns. The possibility of them being in danger was starting to heighten and she could not risk being seen in her natural state.

Her pulse was sporadic, and her breathing was bordering on hyperventilation. Her natural left hand was gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles and dripping sweat from the constant squeezing.

Then the alarm picked up as her sensors caught sudden movement from her peripherals. The cross streets came and there was a vehicle on her, speeding into the front of her car and knocking her car off its course and sending her careening into the curb with a deafening crash. The car she drove was much more durable than it seemed, being made of an alloy she designed to be not only light but also hard to damage. However, a head-on collision still bent the frame enough to cause her engine to sputter out. Her head crashed against the left window and caused her vision to dull. Her elbow struck the door, but her sensors read only bruising damage.

Then, to her surprise, yet another crash happened before her eyes. Another SUV swerved into theirs before they even had a chance to get out of their vehicle. Two more of the black sport utilities arrived on the scene as Death Metal exited her car. The white furred, black maned earth pony got set her hoof onto the asphalt as the stallions in black suits began to approach the crash site. She flicked her hair as she opened Proxy’s passenger side door. Her green eyes glared toward the men as they approached with caution.

“You alright?” She asked the cyborg pony as her eyes furrowed in a scowl. Seeing that they were not stopping their tracks, she unbuttoned both of her sheathes.

“I’ll be fine.” Proxy gasped for breath as she took off her seatbelt. “Do you have a plan?”

“Working on it.” Death said as she pulled out both of her very large daggers. It had been a while since she employed the likes of Slayer and Overkill. She still kept them pretty, but they mostly just stayed in her room in her nightstand. The nostalgia of wielding them again was hard to deny. To her dismay, though, two of the five approaching stallions were unicorns, and they were already powering up their horns.

“Avert your eyes!” Proxy urgently whispered to Death as she pointed her right fist toward them. As Death did as she was told, a compartment in her arm unlatched and released a small pellet. The sphere that was no larger than a bouncy ball shot directly toward them, but stopped in midair as a flash popped in front of their eyes.

They were stunned, blinded as they tried their best to cover their oculi after the fact. They were barely reacting to their collective blindness when Death Metal was already on them. Her hoof connected with one’s hand, kicking his small hatchet from it. Then her dagger’s handle connected to his forehead, knocking him flat.

A blast from a unicorn shined out in front of Death, mere inches from her face as he shot blindly. She wasted no time in cutting his thumb to the point where he had to drop his rapier. Then she connected her fist with his muzzle. Proxy got from her car, and employed her robotic arm in smashing the next unicorn in the gut, knocking the breath out of his lungs. The next thug began to attack her, but she was quick to open her palm toward him, making it spit out a net that wrapped around his body and emitted a small shock to his system that rendered him immobile.

Death Metal took down the next two. Catching one’s dagger with her own and headbutting him straight in the snout. Then she kicked backward, connecting her hoof into the last one’s balls.

“Come on.” Death Metal started searching the jacket of the last one, recognizing him as the one who stepped out of the driver side seat. She couldn’t find the keys on him, so she figured correctly that they were still in the ignition. They got into the SUV and Death floored the pedal, peeling off.

They drove for one full mile before they started to hear sirens. Death took the route back onto the highway and began to speed toward one of Pearl’s houses.

“You good, Proxy?” Death asked, looking at her as she pulled a handkerchief out and handed it to her. She nodded to the white pony and took it, putting it against her bleeding head. Then Death did a double take. The skin on her face was now warping back into its semi-robotic form. The big red eye glowed, and her metallic exoskeleton took shape over the right half of her body as the potion wore off.

“I’ll be fine.” She turned her face away from Death, pulling her hair over it just to be certain.

Death tried her very best not to stare, or look surprised. Even an introvert such as herself couldn’t help but show extreme interest in such a spectacle. Pearl had warned her of Proxy’s disposition, but seeing it was something entirely different.

Tears streamed down Proxy’s face from her left eye. She had no other free hand, so her metal hand covered her eyes as she began to sob. The adrenaline coursed through her veins as her systems tried to doctor her with meds to stint the bleeding and regulate her heartbeat to a nominal level.

“I’m sorry you have to see me like this.” Proxy heaved in a sob then. A fresh wave of tears streamed down her cheek and dripped onto her legs.

“Don’t talk like that.” Death reached up and tapped the spike ear plugs in her lobes on top of her head. “I got a bit of metal myself. Now, where do you need to go?”

“I need to be taken to a shady motel on the edge of town. It’s cheap and inconspicuous and that’s where my cohorts will be. But I can’t be seen like this or I’ll compromise everything. Anyone I am exposed to will be sure to notify the authorities of our whereabouts.” This brought on a fresh batch of sobs.

“Boy, you don’t handle adrenaline well, do you?” Death Metal dug a cigarette from her pocket and lit it. She offered it to Proxy, who politely declined. “Anyway, we got some new players on the field. And we have a place they may be hiding the pearls.” Death was happy to notice that that got Proxy’s attention. “It’s a magic school. Beaming Moon or whatever.”

“Moon Beam Academy?” Proxy instantly began to pull up every file she had on the school. Her tears were promptly forgotten as she pulled up her virtual console in front of her from a small beam emitting from above her red eye. The projected image of a screen and keyboard took Death Metal a bit by surprise. She typed on the keys illuminated in red faster than the eyes could follow. “According to my data, it has far more security than would be necessary to hide such an item, not to mention its many practical uses of obedient pupils gifted in magical craft. Yes, the chances of them housing such a high profile item are 85.9 repeating.”

Death just trained her eyes on the road, though they were as huge as they could get with her pupils shrunk down to the size of needle points. This seemed so unreal.

“Ummmm… You got any computer games on that thing?” Death Metal asked, clearing her throat.

“Approximately seven thousand, nine hundred games.” Proxy’s robotic change in tone was more than a little jarring. Death tapped the steering wheel with her pointer fingers and blew out a quivering breath. She cleared her throat once again.

“That’s cool…” The white mare just kept driving. She figured that was for the best.

Her wings were folded behind her, while her gown exuded the royalty she was born into. Her royal blue fur was accentuated by her deep red attire with gold buttons running down either side of her large chest down to her obliques. Princess Lemniscate did not appreciate being summoned, especially with such short notice. Their so-called “urgent meeting” was cutting into her time, and her time was precious beyond anything else. The room was dark and among the smallest in her residence. It was built not unlike a small council room. Her chair was the largest and most comfortable in the center of a long table that had many more chairs around it. However, no one was there. As she sat, she pressed a button on her armrest that opened the wall opposite her.

The wall parted both ways to reveal a large screen, which lit up into several smaller screens within it. Each of them had silhouettes of ponies sitting in front with their arms crossed or their hands clamped upon them. It took only a moment for all seven of them to show up. She noticed that all of them were in attendance for the first time in a very long time.

“I trust you all have very good reason for calling this meeting.” She said, more a statement than a question. “To what end was my presence requested?”

“Several reasons, Princess.” The top screen held a much larger stallion’s head moved, but the rest of his body remained very still. “We have never once questioned the reasoning behind your actions, as they have never affected our routine. However, it has become apparent that your personal spite to one Pearl Necklace has been a catalyst to events that have grown into proportions that are causing some alarm.”

Her eye twinged.

“The operation you told us would cost hundreds of thousands has just crossed into the multi-million territory, and the number only grows.” The mare shadow spoke down in the left corner of the screens. “Several of your assets have inflated in scale that has caught the eye of authorities beyond your control and keeping these numbers a secret has all but dissolved in likelihood. Anyone who looks at them in just the right way could discern your trail.”

“In light of these recent events, the council has determined that your actions have become self destructive,” Another voice spoke, but the Duchess had grown tired of listening already, as her fur only became more frigid. “The danger levels have developed to the point where we must call into question your methods and your ultimate goal in this course of action you have taken. The wasted money, the assets you have gone through and personnel you have jeopardized has got the attention of this council.”

“Do not dance around the subject.” She finally spoke, the underlying agitation very visible. “One of you get to the point.”

“Very well,” The first voice spoke again. “The protection you have lived under this whole time has grown brittle and as such will now be nixed. Your belongings are now your own and your businesses will no longer be cushioned. As of right now, we have no prior knowledge of you.”

“What?! Without warning, you’re pulling the plug now?! How dare you!” She growled as her wings spanned out in full. “I gave you all enough money to buy and sell you three times over! This is how you repay my generosity!? I made you into what you are now!”

“Dully noted.” A higher pitched, nasally voice said from the top right corner. “But your actions have compromised your operations, thereby putting our positions in question as well. If you stay on this destructive path, you will meet with disaster, and soon.”

“I can handle this! I have the upper hand still!” She pleaded with them, her fists clenching and her speaking through gritted teeth. “You cannot abandon me now!”

“We can, and we will!” The mare spoke once again, her stern tone taking the Duchess off guard. “Our suggestion to you, if you would like to make it out of this situation in tact, you should try reconciliation. Give the item in question back to where it belongs and--”

“Enough!” The princess swiped her hand through the air. “Her arrogance and hubris forced me to act in taking her down a peg or two, and I have done that! Nothing they can do will bring me down. I will not allow it! If you want to end our longtime partnership, then go! I wash my hands of the lot of you!” She screamed in unbearable fury! As the lot of them began to disappear from the monitor, she lifted her chair over her head and thrust it into the wall that held it. It smashed the screen. Shards of glass followed the chair down into the floor as sparks snapped and flared into the carpet, even starting a small patch of fire.

Her shriek of rage could be heard all throughout the mansion.

Death Metal opened the door to the crap-ass motel room, followed very closely by Proxy. She wore a trench coat and a fedora that they found in the back of the car. Both Sharktooth and Vertigo stood up from their sitting position as they entered.

“Proxy!” They said in sync and went to her as she closed the door. Both of them hugged onto her as Death stood out of the way. They embraced for a good long moment.

“I was so worried!” Vertigo said as Shark stood back and looked over to Death Metal, who nodded to her. The blue pegasus led Proxy over to a power outlet for her systems to recharge. It was a crude, inefficient way to power her systems, but it was far better than nothing. She sat in a chair and sighed as she felt her diagnostics began, feeding power to all essential applications.

“So, been a while, Death.” Sharktooth said as she sat on the couch and let a small grin come across her face. “When am I going to get that rematch?”

“Not now, that’s for sure.” Death Metal said as she stood, lighting another cigarette and closing her lighter. “Looks like we have our work cut out for us.”

“Bit of an understatement, love. We’ve broken into some high security dives, but this seems a bit more tightly knit than some prisons we’ve infiltrated. Not to mention, there’s no way we’ll catch them unawares. So, surprise is out the damn window.” She held up two fingers to Death Metal, who rolled her eyes and handed over the cigarette. Sharktooth took in a drag. “Me head’s still bumpin’ from the little love tap that bloke laid on me.”

There came a knock at the door. All of them passed the door a suspicious look. The four of them readied themselves as Sharktooth approached the entrance.

“Who is it?” Shark asked, sliding her combat knife halfway out from the back of her pants.

“Hookers.” A male voice said, and the green pony widened her eyes. Immediately recognizing the voice and opened the door. Shark’s jaw went completely slack. Diamond Sword stood with both Sky Blue and Grem on either side of him. However, her vision was drawn behind them. There stood a very large, very tall changeling male that looked like he belonged as a strong man in a circus.

“Hi.” Regal said with a tiny smile on his large person.

The tiny motel seemed crowded when it was just four of them. Now seven of them sat in a very tight circle, while the huge, hulking changeling took up the bulk, sitting on the floor of the kitchenette. All of the events of the past few days were brought to light and many mysteries were solved as to the very strange scenario they were locked into. Then there came the subject of the school and the conversation was brought to a screeching halt. They turned it over in their brain. They even had the idea of using a glider to drop into it. However, that idea was bombed once they remembered that a glider and a parachute would both be noticed in a millisecond.

“Well, there has to be a weak point in their security. No one is ever truly secure.” Regal said, making them all turn to him. “Can’t you unicorns burrow a tunnel underneath the building? They can’t see all of us coming at once. If we attack it from different angles…”

“Uh huh, and just how easy do you think clearing a big enough hole to crawl through is?” Sky asked, giving him an odd look. “You have to remember, any broad act of magic is going to get noticed, if not by their detection field, then the vibrations we make underneath them. It’s a school of magic, and their craft is very advanced. I may be a master of magic, but that doesn’t mean anything when I’m being attacked by four hundred and seventeen students, not to mention their instructors. The dean himself is a highly renowned unicorn. A direct attack is suicide.”

“Well, there’s a wet blanket for you, ain’t it?” Shark grunted a small chuckle and drank her disgusting tap water. “You gonna write a song with those sour notes, love?”

“I’m being realistic here.” Sky said with a downtrodden voice. “We have two magic user-- wait, what about your magic?” She asked Regal. He blinked once and teetered his hand in an “eeehhh.” She shrugged. “Two full magic users here. Even if all of us stormed the front of the school, we’d be overtaken in moments.”

There was another silence after this. All of them looked at one another. Diamond looked at Grem, who shook her head. They couldn’t get the royal guard in this unless they had some extremely solid evidence and even then, it’d be a nightmare to prove it to the royal council.

“We can still do the glider idea…” Vertigo said, drawing some annoyed looks, especially from Sharktooth. “Just sayin’...”

That’s when Diamond Sword’s phone went off. He checked the ID to see Focus Sight’s name, and he answered.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Sword, is Grem with you?” She asked, he could hear the car she was driving.

“Yeah, she’s right here. What’s up?” Grem gave Sword a quizzical look.

“Put me on speaker.” He complied to her and she continued when he gave the go-ahead. “Hey, I have a bit of an update. I did some digging on our location problem. Apparently, the school owns a bar right across the street.”

Sharktooth took notice of this more than anyone. The thought of having a cupper was quite an entertaining notion to say the very least. If for no other reason than to sit at the far end of the bar and tell the waitresses that she had an itch that only they could scratch.

“Wait, a bar?” Grem asked. “As in a fully loaded facility for alcohol and pretzels?”

“As in whiskey, rum, vodka and beer. Yes, that bar. They built it there when stress levels reached heights that were growing harder to deal with. This information was ridiculously difficult to come by. I had to trace every account they had and some accounts were not on the main record.”

Focus Sight thought about regaling them with the story of how she actually visited the bar. She was forced to put on her sorority girl routine and sweet talk the bartender to let her in the backroom. When she was finally back there, she found plenty of illegal substances and flashed her badge. She sweated the rest of the information out of him quite easily at that point. After that, the paperwork was as clear as day.

“Sweet mother of cock!” Sharktooth exclaimed, drawing some odd looks. “I just had a bit of a visit from the idea fairy…”

“Was it about--” Verti started.

“Say glider one more time and I’ll buy one and never let you play with it!” Shark scowled at her counterpart, who shrank away.

“Who has the cockney accent?” Focus asked.

“Uuuhh… no one.” Diamond Sword was in no mood to explain.