Beatrix Belladonna in B.A.B.S. : A Cyberpunk Adventure

It was an awkward helicopter trip, to say the least. President Spike was sweating nervously while Coco and Sassy remained silent. After profusely apologizing and swearing he would save the world, they only seemed more interested in just how it had changed, eyes wide while watching the news play across the monitors inside. They could barely believe the sprawling cybernetic wonderland revealed before them.

A city of neon and steel. Where anything could be bought and sold. He imagined this must be how Beatrix first felt upon her arrival. Their entire world was flipped upside-down, as they struggled to acclimate themselves to their new life.

“I'm aware it's a lot to take in all at once,” Rarity said, sitting between her friends, sharing a look of unease.

From all directions, they were assaulted by the sights and sounds of the ongoing crisis, the city smoking and afire, explosions, bodies, rubble, and wreckage left everywhere. The war between factions grew hotter as Varys seized further control with every barrier breached. Brilliant lasers flashed by, helping to light the dark skies as more armored vehicles rushed in.

“There's Rainbow Dash,” said Coco, who spotted the mercenary speed across a monitor in a colored blur.

Sassy stared at another screen, narrowing her eyes. “Hey.… That guy looks a lot like you, Spike.”

“Well, that’s because he is me. It's a little hard to explain,” the President sighed, watching his leather-clad counterpart with a shake of his head.

Rarity held the Element of Generosity between her palms, which was cool to the touch. “Perhaps it would help if I powered this up?” Her cheeks colored, struck by a bit of naughty inspiration. “But to do so, I'll need some assistance. Call it the Rules of Rarity.”

She collected Coco and Sassy conspiratorially to her, whispered her idea into their ears, which made their faces burn. They took a moment to discuss it while Spike continued to watch the feed until a few minutes later, whereupon they broke apart.

“We have a proposition,” stated Rarity.

“I'm all ears,” replied Spike, who muted the monitors. “I owe you three, after all.”

“We talked it over and decided maybe we can start afresh,” explained Rarity who batted her lashes. “This time, on our terms.”

Spike quirked an eyebrow as he shifted. “And what did you have in mind...?”

“It's like this...” She shared a look and nod with Coco and Sassy, who stood with her. First, she placed an index finger at the neck portion of her skintight outfit that looked more like body paint, a thin layer that conformed to and accentuated their perfected, plush contours. They followed suit at her sides, traced down a finger, and their costumes responded to their wish.

It peeled away to reveal the skin and ample cleavage bared by the trio with a pronounced bounce. They opened their clothes to the point where the pink hint of their nipples was partially unveiled, then continued to trace downwards, navels bared, and stopped right before their labia were revealed, their supple mounds smoothed and bared, shiny under a soft light.

He swallowed hard, leering at all three unintentionally, his pants tight. “B-but after everything I did, yo-”

“That's in the past,” assured Sassy, who nodded at the sphere. “Plus, we need to empower this.”

“Giving ourselves so generously to you might help,” said Coco, who blushed and shyly avoided his eyes. “I-I mean, we'd already done it with you lots of times before when we were...you know...” She squeezed one of her artificial mammaries.

“Girls, let's show him how we earned our reputation as the kindest models.” Rarity was the first to dissolve the top portion of her suit, met by another excessive bounce of her bountiful tits topped by wide, feminine nipples. Sassy and Coco followed, half-bared to the President, who openly salivated at thoughts of kneading, groping, and sucking on their delicious offerings.

The threesome smiled wryly and spun, backs faced to him, their heart-shaped asses barely contained by the micro-thin material that seemed to tantalize more than it concealed. They bent over in unison, drew their palms across their beautiful buttocks, the suits peeled away to leave their peach-like derrieres exposed, shiny, sleek, and begging to have his teeth sink into them.

Turning back to him, the fashion trio strode to him like the runway models they had once been. Their movements were concentrated in their hips, a provocative mating dance, the globes of their buttocks swishing as they sidled forward with deliberate slowness to draw out the show as much as possible. Soon they arrived before him and shared a giggle.

His three erections were painfully hard in his pants. Thankfully the three knelt before him and liberated his cocks, altered to resemble the tools of an actual dragon, thick pink erections lined in fleshy little nubs to pleasure their mates.

Not to mention the masculine musk that rose from his shafts as they swelled at their tender touches. They started slow, brushed over them with their fingertips, planted playful little kisses, the tips swelled and leaking an obscene amount of precum.

Sassy smacked her lips at the salty taste. “It's potent stuff. Sure to knock up a lover.”

“Thank goodness these shells can't get pregnant,” mused Coco, who also savored his overpowering taste.

Always the trendsetter, Rarity was the first to take him into her luscious lips, knelt at the center cock. Her mouth was warm and wet, designed like all his dolls to specifications so that it too felt like a pussy...one that could suck him dry. She bobbed her head while Coco and Sassy started to suck him off, too, their half-lidded eyes meeting his own as their tongues encircled his meat.

“Holy fuck,” he wheezed, resisting the urge to clasp their heads.

Realizing it was working as the gem started to shimmer with a glint of energy, Rarity doubled down on trying to please him, momentarily popping free of his dick, wrapping her impossibly soft marshmallow titties around it, mashing them about his shaft to envelop it entirely as she suckled on his head. Her partners did the same, suckling happily on his meat in a noisy manner.

He grunted and instinctively bucked his muscular hips. “I-I won't last long like this,” he warned them, pulsed inside their heated mouths, already almost his limit. They didn't seem to mind, rubbing his cocks between their bouncy tits as they blew him.

Small spurts of precum leaked onto their tongues, soaked into their taste buds, the slime sliding around their mouths.

Unable to hold back anymore, he closed his eyes and groaned. His members repeatedly throbbed, he patted Rarity to warn her, and still, none of them pulled away. The tips throbbed and exploded in hose-like sprays.

Blast-after-blast rushed down their throats, coated the roofs of their mouths, with such speed and force their cheeks quickly ballooned out, and the excess exploded out their nostrils. But after so many sessions with him before, they were used to such treatment and were quickly able to take it, yanking back and sticking out their tongues to take a heated facial.

More ropes erupted across their manes, all over their blushing faces as they moaned and cooed, all over their titties, which they continued to mash between their hands. Soon they were absolutely drenched in his virile seed as he emptied his balls.

“You sure were pent up,” said Coco, who tittered and licked her glazed lips.

“Genetically altered myself to boost my libido,” he reminded her. “Did the same to my dolls, too.” He chuckled and blushed as he rubbed the back of his scaly back, unable to help but look with pride about how he'd marked the nude threesome.

They shared his seed between them, designed to be addicted to the taste and texture of his spunk. Rarity knew it was the artificial bodies they were housed in pumping their brains full of chemicals to reward them, making them more submissive and lustful, but like an addict, she refused to restrain herself significantly since the Element of Generosity responded.

Still, it wasn't quite enough. “Sorry, girls,” she said as the threesome shared a lusty smile. “Looks like we'll have to do more.”

*****

Despite the combined efforts of the casters, the invisible barrier they wove crumbled over time, shrinking to maintain its integrity under its constant batter from all directions.

“Mom!” Cried Beatrix as her mother finally slipped unconscious, so proud of her newly found prowess she had constantly pushed herself to the limit to try and keep up with her more seasoned daughter.

“I...can't hold on much longer either,” Oona said through strained breaths, catching Trixie as she slumped beside them. The lingering effects of her abuse under their adversary became more visible all the time, drained of color and barely able to stand.

Yet she continued to push herself, reminded that more would die to a foe who was her responsibility if she abandoned the field.

The helicopter above shuddered. It started to whirl out of control, spun haphazardly, its onboard AI seized by its hacker.

“Abandon ship!” Yelled Rebel Spike from below as it sailed closer to a building. Thinking quickly, Rainbow Dash sprang into action, swooping into the chopper and scooping up Flutterbitch and the pilot, as the shaken vehicle continued to careen.

The crash and fiery explosion rocked the area. Its wreckage cast a glow over Dash, who gently set the pair down. “Whoo,” she breathed and wiped her sweaty brow, relieved to see they were okay as her metal plume closed. “Wait a sec, where's-”

“I'm fine,” said Tree Hugger, who was enveloped by Beatrix's aura and carefully set down. She rushed to Shy's side and looked to Lady Ewe. “Can't you, like, do anything more to help her? Please...”

“I truly wish I could,” admitted the dream shaman, the entourage forced to stop as Beatrix was further forced to recede the radius of their protection now that she was practically on her own. “But as you can see dear, I can barely help myself.”

“Damn it. If only I knew how to heal. Should have taken Bellatrix with me on this one,” muttered Beatrix to herself.

“We're really screwed now,” said Spike as they were forced to draw in close around them. The moment the shield shattered, they would be assaulted from all sides and torn to bloody shreds. “No choice but to hunker down here and hope for the cavalry, huh?”

“Looks that way,” replied Dash who snarled. “Anyone got a backup plan?”

“Afraid not,” grunted Babs Seed, who studied an explosive wrapped in her hand. “Sure, I could take out the whole block with this baby, but that would hardly put down the Dragon Lord's body. Not to mention the bastard who's behind all this mess! Fuck!”

Sweat droplets beaded on Beatrix's brow and rolled down her face. She blinked a few times, and the world blurred before her, barely able to stay conscious. She, too, was at her limits, despite the experience of numerous adventures under her belt.

The platform had rolled to a stop and acted as a blockade. Most of the crew took shelter behind its mechanical bulk. Vinyl Scratch loaded in the last of the shells, most of her ammo almost spent under the constant siege. Magic bullets curved and expanded on impact from within into mountains of liquid metal slime that hardened as they blossomed, yet that supply dwindled, too.

Beatrix swallowed hard and turned to her stricken mentor. Was this really the end...?

*****

“Ah...oh...” Pleasured moans filled President Spike's ears, his trio of lovers barely able to mash close on his lap as his cocks filled their cunts. They exchanged kisses with him, and each other felt the heat that rolled off his well-cut musculature. The tiny fleshy ridges scraped at their insides, tickled their tunnels, clamped, moist and spread wide open.

He'd lost track of how many times he'd taken them, only able to keep up with their insatiable libidos due to his own enhancements and the pills he took to increase his stamina. Of course, he'd pay the price for that later, but it was worth it!

His hands wandered all over them, scooped up handfuls of supple flesh, fondled and toyed with it. Each time they climaxed, or he spent himself inside their wombs, the Element of Generosity shimmered a little brighter, to the point it was almost blinding.

Coco sleepily whimpered, “Th-think that finally did it...?”

“I sure hope not,” confessed Sassy, who laughed as he delivered a playful spank to her ass, sandwiched between the girls.

“I...could get used to this,” wheezed Rarity, whose face was thoroughly flushed. Since they were sex dolls, the reward centers in their artificial brains were wired to light up when they pleased him or whenever he helped fulfill their baser needs.

“Almost...there,” he gasped and pulsed inside them. His seed was loosed for the third time in their wombs. The ship started to pull to a stop, their triumphant arrival back in his city at hand. Reluctantly the trio slid off him, and they reluctantly wiped themselves and shimmied back into their skintight attire, while he too slipped back into his fancy suit.

Once the Elements were gathered up, the threesome headed outside. They needed to act quickly, the President aware that their nemesis could seize control in moments despite the most advanced protection available onboard.

To his relief, it appeared everyone was still alive. “We're here,” he called over the area as he hopped down.

“You really did it,” cried Dash, who dove and plucked up the Elements of Loyalty and Kindness. “Hell yeah!”

“We don't have Twilight Sparkle,” said Rarity, who tossed the Element of Magic to Sunset Shimmer. “Will you-?”

“I'll try,” she said and held the orb to her bosom, thankful that she hadn't ever taken any cybernetic enhancements as she feared they would interfere with her innate potential. “Question is, will it find me a worthy bearer...?”

“One way to find out,” replied Babs, whose pupils dilated when the Element of Honesty was chucked to her. “Hey, I know I'm pretty blunt, but you really want me to try this? Well, I'll take my best shot.” She shrugged.

That left the Element of Laughter, who the DJ claimed with a wide smile. They decided she was the best candidate of those present, always known for her wild parties at her club that filled everyone with cheer.

As if on cue, the Elements of Harmony started to shine, and likewise those who held them. The warmth caused Fluttershy to stir, and she sat up, unable to believe that after all this time, what they once believed was lost forever had been unearthed.

The six bearers started to rise, carried by an ancient power that was unlocked once more. A brilliant rainbow shine rippled all over the block and continued to spread. Gasps sounded from all over; evidence of magic's triumphant return is undeniable.

Tears rose in Sunset's eyes once she floated at the center. “Okay, everyone, are you ready?” A soothing sensation washed over the six of them who nodded in unison, felt the magic that made up the old, lost Equestria surge throughout their entirety.

The six of them unleashed a storm of rainbow lasers that rippled across the neon sky. Beatrix's pupils dilated while she and the other bystanders watched. Greenery sprouted up all over wherever the rays crossed. A quiet storm broke.

Winds rolled through the streets, and a gentle rain patted down. It contrasted the violence of the colorful rays that ripped into machines, short-circuited them in a buzz and spatter of sparks, civilians safely plucked up and placed aside by ancient mysticism.

Most spectacularly, the Dragon Lord's body shuddered under the impact. The creature hissed and bristled under the intensity, smoked and shook, left to haplessly breathe flames while its bulk swiped and snapped at its primordial assailant.

Inevitably the monstrosity was vaporized in a blinding flash. Cheers erupted from all over at the brilliant display of pyrotechnics.

The current bearers of the Elements of Harmony lowered to the ground, no longer encased in the shine. They breathed heavily, their reserves currently spent, while around them, nature continued to rapidly sprout all across the metallic metropolis.

For the moment, the orbs dimmed until they were needed. Rebel Spike punched the air. Any traces of warfare in the distance had died down, fires smothered by the Elements, and party music sounded from the platform in flashes of neon lights.

“Hell, fuckin’ yeah!” Babs shouted, firing a celebratory round into the sky.

“We did it!” Rebel Spike howled.

“Is it finally over..?” Beatrix asked.

“Not yet,” Oona shook her head. “Varys remains a threat. He’s around here… somewhere.”

Dash said, “Then let’s find him and finish this once and for all!”

Spike embraced his lovers before he approached the remains of the Dragon Lord monstrosity. He could faintly feel the power of his lineage, calling forth for a worthy successor. The familiar hum vibrated through his body, his pupils taking on their reptilian slits. His hand hovered over, ready to absorb the power until…

SCRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNN!!

A metallic scream the distance silenced the celebration, echoing from above as everyone whimpered in concerns. Spike growled, looking for the source until he detected the sound of jet engines growing louder and louder.

“SPIKE! ABOVE YOU!!”

Just in time, Spike jumped out of the descending creature, crashing into the ground. Onlookers yelped, backing away for safety. President Spike snarled as the figure, only for his gaze to widen in shock once the dark smoke cleared.

“No..!”

It was a horrible fusion of flesh, bone, and cybernetic structure—a wyvern skeleton with metallic skin, steel plates, and a restored bionic tail. Poisonous steam hissed from its joints, smaller parts vibrating and clicking to ensure things were functional. The skull wore chrome plates, giving it a beak while organic teeth remained intact. Hellish red sensors glowed in the vector, resembling the beast’s eyes. Adorning its shoulders were two firearms, one shaped like a ballistic cannon and the other a photon ray—the scraps of airplane wings attached to its forearms.

“NO!!” President Spike roared, glaring at the bastardized remnants of his ancestry. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?”

The plague monster’s voice resounds through speakerphones. “Such immeasurable power is wasted on a mockery to the draconic lineage. Only through my technology and knowledge have I crafted a worthy vessel. Now everything you’ve obsessed over will belong to me!”

“Over MY dead body!!” The president roared, launching at the rearranged wyvern, fists bashing into the steel armor. But Varys shoved him back with a simple kick before firing a thin beam to ward off the angry dragon. The mechanized dragon corpse lifted its tail, a series of syringes hooked to tubes under the plating before one extended out like a stinger. And with little warning, the cyber demon jabbed it into Spike’s chest, the male dragon bellowing in agony.

“SPIKE!! NOOOOOOOO!” Rarity cried, she and her friends rushing to aid him only to be batted away with Varys’ tail.

“Don’t just stand there! Open fire!!” Babs shouted, and everyone with a weapon took aim to blast the metal bastard into smithereens. Yet each bullet bounced off with only dents and puncture wounds as the ballistic cannon fired multi-spread rounds at their feet. A second of delay, and each round exploded in thick toxic smog. Babs covered her face, shouting for them to fall back, with many succumbing to the gas with violent coughing. And soon enough, she too hacked harshly.

Beatrix and Oona flared up with what little magic remained, Sunset Shimmer unsheathing her plasma sword, ready to pounce at the Vice Lord, who snickered sinisterly. “Sentimental fools! How can you still hope to defeat me? You’re running low on magic, and now, even the Elements of Harmony are useless.”

“Not true!” Beatrix exclaimed. “As long as there exists magic, Equestria can still prosper! Your dystopia will never come to fruition!”

“Well, it is very fortunate you went to the trouble of finding those feeble trinkets for me. You may have temporarily brought life and magic back, but now I know where the source is. And once I dispatch you three, I will drain Equestria of all its magic until nothing but steel and pestilence remains!

“Never!” Lady Ewe brayed bitterly. “Your reign of terror ends, Varys!”

“Open your eyes; your demise is inevitable!” The metal wyvern screeched, sonic waves pulsing from its body while everyone covered their ears. Many mechanized yelling and screaming arouse as the countless people infected by Varys’ mutagen, crawling towards the survivors from a distance. Various fluids and corrosive acid leaking out their bodies, staining the restored lands.

Groaning right behind Beatrix caught her attention, her mother yelling in her exhaustion as her limbs began to morph and misshapen. Tentacles, feathers, and expanding flesh grew out of her limbs.

“MOM!” She cried.

“Ah. What perfect timing,” Varys noted, observing Trixie’s horrific disfiguration. “It appears the magic was too much for her to handle. With all the magical tissue I took to create those pills, the side effects are much quicker than anticipated. Marvelous.”

“Bastard!!” Sunset snarled, leaping towards the metal abomination, just as he turned to extract the Dragon Lord’s husk. A pained screech emanated as his hand had been severed, steel and flesh melting off his wrist before he retaliating with a photon beam, launching Sunset into the ground.

“Ceann Oga, listen to me,” Lady Ewe urged, gripping at the distraught witch as she helplessly watched her mother suffer. “We need to end this right now if we’re going to save your mother and everyone here.”

“B-but how? I-I can hardly do anything without magic, and it won’t be long until I become this…t-thing!”

“Shhhh,” the sheep shaman lightly held the unicorn’s face close, pressing her forehead to hers, which did the trick in calming Beatrix down enough. “We’re going to take Varys out in the dream realm. As long as he possesses that body, he’s nigh-invulnerable. Expelling him from the inside is our only chance.”

“O-okay…. I’m with you to the end,” Beatrix swore with a nod.

“You guys need a distraction?” Rebel Spike asked, clutching his arm. He had managed to avoid the ballistic shots while his comrades all suffered grievous burns. The sound of sickly groaning and the smell of bile made him cringe. “There’s no one else up to keep that thing away from the Dragon Lord.”

Oona nodded before urging, “Whatever you’ve got planned, do it now! We’ve run out of time!”