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

Upon the stands rested dozens of nude female torsos and abdomens, their limbs and heads elsewhere, to be inserted when necessary. Each was immaculately crafted, ivory pale, with ample breasts and buttocks. His hands were akin to claws, squeezing them while he passed, the supple flesh giving way, molding perfectly to his palm. All of them were bio-engineered to perfection, synthetic flesh that was indistinguishable to the real thing, the scientists who worked for him the best.

Spike couldn't help but feel dissatisfied. The replacement Rarity they constructed were still fakes, lacking the spark of the woman he loved and lost. The lights gleamed over their contours, and he traced a nail around a wide, pink nipple, which stiffened to erectness under his touch, leaking a bead of the sweetest milk which he licked off his fingers.

“They call me obsessed. But I'll show them.” He ran his fingertip between the tits, down the navel, over the tight cleft of a womanhood, a soft pastel pink peeking out from the slit which moistened. They were manufactured to fulfill his fantasies, reacted in exactly the way he desires, but whatever love and affection they showed him was a cruel reminder they were fake.

Leaving the room the doors to his office slid open then closed behind him. “Beatrix had better deliver,” he muttered settling down into his chair. “If she can't bind Rarity's soul to one of these dolls, she'll wish she never came here!”

He pressed a button under his desk and said, “You're needed.” Within a short time his secretaries arrived, Rarity in the lead like always, his favored of the three, with Coco Pommel and Sassy Saddles at her sides. They too were automatons based on the deceased women, old friends of his lover, who smiled at him dressed in scanty, for-hugging gowns that exposed them.

With another press he called up his surveillance system and holographic screens appeared above his desk that allowed him to freely observe portions of his city from different angles due to the cameras he had installed all over. “Disrobe,” he commanded and the three of them let their clothes drop, pooling around them and leaving the trio completely naked.

It was too easy, bored him, but he wanted to feel something. He undid his buckle, unzipped his pants, and let his three cocks flop free, a body modification he'd made for each of them. Furthermore they were shaped to suit his self-proclaimed Dragon Lord status, swollen pink rods, sticky and moist, lined in fleshy ridges that served to pleasure his females.

They slipped under his desk, took his rods into their mouths, and his nails turned to claws with a click, palms resting atop Coco's and Sassy's heads to guide them. The former was the shortest of the three, with a plush shapeliness, the latter the tallest and thinnest, with modest but well-formed curves. At the center was Rarity, who was just right. His eyes turned to slits and glowed in the dimness, a hiss escaping his lips while they bobbed their heads and noisily slurped on his dicks.

His gaze roamed around the interior of B.A.B.S. Home base. They were gearing up for their next run, as promised. He grumbled in satisfaction, and with a jerk emptied himself into the mouths of his toys, who moaned and whined while he filled them, staring into his eyes, sharing a kiss between them and swapping his heated cum between their white-coated tongues.

“Spikey-Wikey,” mewled Rarity with starry eyes.

He studied her, melancholy. He cupped her cheeks with watery eyes and whispered, “I love you.” The flesh was still there, copy though it may be, and soon his mercenaries would locate her soul and Beatrix could bind it. And then they would have the fairy tale, happily-ever-after dream life Rarity always dreamed of as her proverbial knight-in-shining-armor came to her rescue.

He wasn't deluded, whatever anyone was foolish enough to claim behind his back. And he'd soon be able to prove it!

*****

To her surprise Beatrix was now given free reign to roam about. She was warned not to meddle with their arsenal or the computers, not that she understood them anyhow, and her wide eyes drank in all the technical marvels that made up the metallic corridors. Her boots clinked with each step, the lights dim and soft, casting a soft glow amongst the shadows.

She also took the time to see more members of B.A.B.S. One of these was Rainbow Dash, who sat in chamber and tinkered with her metal wings, down to her sports bra and shorts. She was lithe and athletic, like expected, with wiry muscles. A wild, spiky multi-colored mane drifted over her headband. “Oh hey,” said Dash. “I've heard a lot about you, Beatrix.”

“You'll make me blush,” said Beatrix with a titter and her hands clasped behind her.

“Yeah, well, I don't trust you yet. That doesn't mean we have to be enemies either, though. If you can do what Babs claims you're alright with me. You're a sign that magic could still come back to Equestria. If that happens maybe I won't have to rely on these fakes anymore.” She bristled and stroked the shiny, silver plumage, like she held onto the faintest hope.

Beatrix nervously smiled and laughed, aware she couldn't hide the truth forever. “S-so...what happened to your wings?”

Rainbow shot her a blank look. “I tried to perform the Sonic Rainboom. Ruined myself instead.” Her words her bitter as she bluntly stated the facts. “They say I was lucky not to end up a cripple, but they had to amputate. I hooked up with B.A.B.S. And after a number of runs was able to buy some passable replacements. Now I'm just kind of here.”

“I...see. Sorry to hear that.” Beatrix wondered if Dash's innate loyalty was partially why. If she'd bonded with everyone here, she'd probably never leave, even if it killed her. “Er, are you friends with Fluttershy?”

“Used to be. But she doesn't have time for much of anyone anymore. Not that I blame her.” She hesitated a moment, the air thick with a metal tang and the stench of oil while she fine-tuned her artificial plume with a screwdriver. “She used to be so kind and shy...until a vampire got a hold of her. Kept her his slave for years, until she found a loophole, that if a thrall killed its master it takes their place. She lured him into a trap and decided to tag along with B.A.B.S., after she heard I was here.”

“I prefer to be called Flutterbitch,” said the vampire who appeared in the open doorway, dressed in her leather get up with a hand on her wide hip. “Fluttershy was my slave name. I learned only cruel people make it in this world!”

Rainbow narrowed her eyes. “I don't think so. Sure, it's nice you opened up, but-”

“You didn't protect me! It's your fault I ended up this way!” Flutterbitch balled up her fists and sneered.

Dash shot to her feet. “That's not fair! I would do anything for you! Even now, after you've turned into such a...well, bitch!”

They squabbled, until Beatrix realized they didn't even take notice of her anymore, and so she carefully slipped out into the dim hallways. She exhaled and hoped that some of those she'd known in other worlds fared better. Again she tried to summon her magic and more fireworks popped around her fingertips. “Darn it,” she mumbled. “I feel so useless here.”

Wandering about without a real destination, she eventually found herself at the virtual library. More like a hub where those with the correct equipment, usually wired directly into one's body, could instantly download whatever information they wanted. She turned over the shelves, and most of the thin 'tomes' made it clear they were mostly quite stuffy and factual.

At least there wasn't much dust like she'd expected. “See anything you like?” She turned and blinked at the voice, which came from Sunset Shimmer, tall and well-shaped, dressed in a form-fitted outfit like Babs'. It appeared to be standard female attire here, the material flexible and durable, like a light suit of armor that conformed to the wearer.

“Afraid not. I'm kinda new here.” She shrugged.

Sunset smiled and chuckled. “I've heard. Don't feel too intimidated by the team, it's a stressful life here. Not that bad once you get used to it. I do miss my magic. When it started to die out, I took a trip to Equestria and was cut off from the world I used to live at.” She sighed and stalked about in her boots with her arms crossed. “You met Rainbow Dash already, right? She tried to perform the Sonic Rainboom to awaken the Elements of Harmony, but by then magic was so weak she ended up crashing.”

“That's terrible. I...I do want to help,” admitted Beatrix who pursed her lips. She scrunched up her cutesy button face, twitched her ears which had a certain pointy design to them. “B-but, what if my spells aren't strong enough, either?”

“They'll have to be. You're the best hope we have.” Sunset obviously didn't even want to consider another possibility.

Beatrix was thankful she still had her tubes and smoke bombs at least, which had been returned to her after she left the company premises. Were she unable to recover her powers here, she'd have to rely on smoke, mirrors, and a heavy dose of bullshit. The idea pained her.

From what her mother Trixie once told her, they had called Miss Lulamoon a fraud.... The idea made her bristle with righteous fury. She wouldn't let anyone talk that way about the woman who'd worked so hard to raise her!

*****

After a minimal briefing the run began. B.A.B.S., now a well-oiled machine, Babs Seed in the lead. They were a small unit built for infiltration. Rainbow Dash and Sunset Shimmer flanked their leader, while Beatrix hovered near the back, but they kept an eye on her like they expected her to run away at any moment.

Lastly there was Flutterbitch, who disappeared...a common occurrence on missions from what she understood. Definitely not much of a team-player, she decided.

They took a private cab that belonged to Spike to the downtown section. Each of them were armed to the teeth, except for Beatrix, who refused to carry so much as a sidearm. “They scare me,” she admitted, such weapons rare or nonexistent in most places she'd been. “Plus, uh...I'm pretty useless in a physical confrontation.” She blushed and wished she'd asked her dear departed father, Shining Armor, or her mentor Sombra for lessons in basic swordplay, at the least.

Sunset used a portable device to disable the security system outside the lab. “This will keep it scrambled...for a half-hour at best. We'd better move fast.” They slipped into an emergency exit, where an alarm would normally sound when it opened, and headed into the den. Babs had shown them a schematic of the area that they were supposed to memorize.

“This place is a front for a gang,” Rainbow Dash had told her. “Probably connected to the one we ran into.”

Making their way through a maze of corridors, Babs used her goggles to scan ahead and waved them, along when it was clear. Blips of information appeared across the neon plastic. Their plan was to hopefully avoid engagements, find where Rarity's soul was supposedly stored, then claim it and slip out. But they also prepared for a hit-and-run if necessary.

Beatrix had said, “I'm not really a warrior, per say. So why bring me? Won't I be a liability?”

“Not if things get hairy,” said Babs. “Your magic could turn the tide if they bring down a small army on us.”

“Sure.” Beatrix tried not to sound doubtful or sarcastic. They were counting on her. She touched her heart which hammered, the usual click of her boots dulled by rubber that Sunset had attached to their heels.

They moved in silence. Combed the areas where their prize would most likely be stored. Beatrix watched them from behind, and tried to yelp when a hand pressed over her mouth, pressed to a soft, naked body that pulled her into a room.

“Hush,” said Flutterbitch. “It's only me.”

Beatrix swallowed. “You still plan to make me your thrall, or whatever?” She couldn't resist her pull, knew all it would take was another amorous bite into one of her breasts and her will would crumble. The mere idea made her a little warm and wet.

Shy tittered. “Maybe eventually,” she whispered sensually. “There's something you should see.”

With some trepidation Beatrix followed, unable to help how her eyes repeatedly fell to Shy's rather ample buttocks, the way the globes of flesh swayed in tandem with the wave of her wide hips. Everything about the vampire screamed sex. Belladonna pulled down half her top, let one of her tits pop out, and studied the twin bite marks that scarred her soft, pale flesh.

She poked one of them, felt her womanhood burn, and suppressed a low moan. Then she adjusted her costume and struggled to catch up, but Shy had already disappeared. She looked around for her, carefully made her way to the area she was headed.

Ducking around the corner, the sliding doors were already open, and there were a number of terminals lined up. She swallowed a gasp at what she saw, a man or woman situated in each, most of them completely naked, attached to the machines with gear attached to their heads that covered their eyes. One of them crumpled and slid onto the floor, drool running out his mouth.

“Useless,” said the man on duty. “Carry this one out and put him with the others. He's spent all his credits anyway.”

Workers arrived and ferried out the body, the man's brains scrambled. She ducked out of sight into the shadows until they passed. The man on duty made some notes, dressed in lab gear, and left to make his rounds which allowed her to sneak in.

She didn't recognize most of those hear. Many moaned, writhed, and blushed, in a constant state of over-stimulation. She realized they were junkies addicted to some form of virtual world. Belladonna understood the temptation herself, to never worry and simply submit to pleasure, that many would choose to be a prisoner rather than face a cruel, cynical reality.

“M-mommy...?” Shaken, she approached one of the women.

Trixie Lulamoon was similarly hooked up, but her terminal was a little different from the best, a large sum of credits spent to rent it. It conformed to the wishes of its wearer, the woman's pussy and ass stuffed by liquid metal tendrils that shifted to perfectly fit her, and throbbed in-and-out. Similar ones filled her lips and shaped themselves into horsecocks which she stroked.

Muffled screams and whines escaped her. She was a willing slave to the chair, runny with her slimy discharge which ran from her puffy cunt and left a glistening trail down the sides that pooled into a glistening puddle below. Frantically Beatrix read the instructions, pressed the proper buttons, and powered down the device. Immediately the extensions retreated from Trixie.

“M-muh?” Trixie muttered as the headgear was detached. Her eyes were glazed, her skin pasty and blotched, her beauty marred in a strung out manner. “Who the hell are you? Put me back in! Now!”

Tears filled Beatrix's eyes. How could she explain? “Do I look familiar to you?”

Trixie narrowed her eyes. “Not another crazy cosplayer. The Great and Powerful Trixie knows your type! You all abandoned me, the moment my magic washed up, so don't mock me!” She tried to retrieve the gear.

“No.” Beatrix struggled with her. “It's bad for you! Can't you see that?! This whole place is wrong!”

“What do you care? It's my life! My choice! I just want to be loved, popular, and famous again!” Trixie remembered the adoration of fans, the women who copied her, and the men who flocked backstage to be with her.

Beatrix stamped a foot. “I-I'm your daughter!”

Trixie paused and stared at her. “That's impossible. Sure, I've been with plenty of men, but I'd know.”

Beatrix shook her head. “It's...difficult to explain. I come from a parallel world.”

After another pause Trixie burst into laughter. “Is this a joke? I thought you were going to claim something more plausible, at least, like you were a test tube baby altered to copy my ravishing looks! You expect me to believe such a wild claim?”

“I can do magic. You taught me Here.” She raised her index finger and made an explosive firework sparkle and pop.

Trixie raised an eyebrow. “Trickery. Not that hard to fake.”

“Look mom, we don't have time for this. We'll talk about it later.” She forced her to rise.

Trixie snarled and attempted to break free. They wrestled for a moment, only for Flutterbitch to reappear, sink her fangs into Trixie's throat, and sucked her blood, until Lulamoon slumped into her arms. Beatrix stared in horror. “Is she okay?!”

“Relax. I simply put her to sleep.” Shy licked her stained lips. “Now let's finish the mission, shall we?”

Alarms suddenly blared. A crimson tint enveloped the lab and replaced the lightning. Guards and workers could be heard shuffling about. Shy said, “I'll look after her. You go on ahead.” With some reluctance Beatrix nodded. Flutterbitch slipped out before she could further argue or question, and she kept a smoke bomb at the ready, hopeful she could find the rest of B.A.B.S.

Gunfire and explosions erupted. A wall caved in amidst clouds of smoke and rubble. The scent of molten metal filled the air. Their were shouts and curses, bullets and lasers exchanged between various parties, as what appeared to be yet another gang stormed the compound with the mercenaries caught in the crossfire as they all competed for the same prize.

Beatrix chucked the smoke bomb. Colorful clouds erupted and coughs sounded. She remembered these had disrupted the Eldritch devices and hoped they would serve the same purpose here. Out the emergency exit she slipped, into an alley.

She pressed her back to the brick and huffed. She wanted to cover her ears and shut out the carnage, but knew she couldn't let down her guard, that all it would take was a stray bullet in the right place to end here. “Got to help...somehow.” She clasped her fist and concentrated. The magic built up into a sphere that glowed around her hand, ready to be loosed. “Yes!”

She spotted a guard headed out the exit and let loose before he could level his pistol at her. The orb smashed into his chest in a colorful burst and with a winded cry he slammed unconscious to the dirty street. She focused and called on more power.

However there were more headed in this direction. Trapped between the lab crew, and the gang, she shrank against the wall and cupped another smoke bomb in her free hand. “Spike...?” At the head of the invaders was a familiar man, but he wasn't the same one she'd met here. He looked more like a typical punk, complete with a leather jacket and a ring in one of his ears.

“That's me,” he answered with a cocky grin. He strutted with hands at his sides, handsome in a dangerous sort of way, with a scar across his face. In a hand he carried a machine gun. “Stick with me and you'll be okay!”

Beatrix ducked down when more gunfire was exchanged. She decided to take her chances with the gangsters for the moment, dropped the smoke bomb to blind her adversaries, and loosed another magic sphere. Bullets ripped through bone and skin. Flesh bubbled and melted under laser fire. She pursed her lips and whimpered, trapped in the middle of this nightmare.

“Clean this shithole out! And don't forget what we came here for!” Spike waved his men in, grabbed Beatrix by the wrist, and pulled her along. “Don't worry, I'll take you to safety. They're professionals, they can take care of this.”

“A-are you really Spike? I thought he was running this city...?”

He shook his head. “That's an imposter. The real Spike is supposed to be noble of heart and soul!”

“But aren't you a gang leader and a terrorist?! Doesn't sound too noble to me,” she huffed out while they ran down more alleys.

“Look around! The whole place is corrupt! But I have a plan to fix it, and you're part of the key!” He seized her by the upper arms and pushed her against the brick. “Hey, relax, okay? I don't plan to hurt you. That imposter stole it all from me. My name, reputation, Rarity...” He shook his head. “Please, believe me. You're my only hope to fix this mess!”

Beatrix chewed on her lower lip. “I want to believe you, but...”

His ears flicked when they heard boots shuffled their way. He spun and pushed her defensively behind her, checked his weapon. “Almost out of ammo. Oh well.” He tossed it and his jacket to her. “Really sucks how I have to constantly replace these clothes,” he muttered but there wasn't time to strip. He lifted his head skyward and started to howl.

She watched in fascination while his muscles rippled and expanded, and his clothes shredded, his body twisting and a thin coat of purple fur arising all over him. Bones snapped while his face twisted into a snout. Within moments he became much larger, a hulking brute of a werewolf that made her shrink back, drool dripping out his jaws and his fingers turned into razor claws.

Soon he was completely nude and his tail swished behind him. His chest expanded and contracted with each strained breath, and he hunched over, ready to pounce. He hissed and sailed through the air, into the attackers when they arrived, slashing through them with ease. Blood and dismembered body parts slapped the sections around him.

He moved so fast they struggled to follow, and while the occasional bullet or laser beam cut into him, he seemed oblivious to the wounds, a berserker lost in his bestial rage. His eyes glowed and he ripped apart flesh and cracked bone with his teeth.

Within less than a moment it was over. Gore and carcasses lined the pathway. He snarled and heaved, still lost ion the heat of battle, unable to shift back. Crimson drenched parts of his fur, and his wounds pushed out the bullets, as his body started to regenerate by its own volition. “Sp-Spike...?” He swung to face the voice, his eyes empty and aglow.

Beatrix sat on her bottom. He stepped towards her. She froze up and emptied her bladder with a bright blush. Trembling, she wondered if this was how she would finally die? Due to someone she hardly knew that had lost control?

Thinking fast, she could tell the beast was overwhelmed by emotions he couldn't suppress, and wondered if she could ease his pain...in her own special way. “Spike, I...I want to help you.” She rose and pulled down her top, let her squishy breasts topple out, the well-shaped orbs topped by wide pink nipples. She grinned and shook them at him.

He licked his chops and watched her tits swivel about. Between his thighs was a sheathe hidden by a thick patch of purple fur, and from it arose his cock, red, moist, bulbous, covered in veins, with a knot at the bottom that hadn't fully swelled.

She gulped, uncertain if it would even fit her, but knew she had to at least try. “That's it.” She slid off her cape and leotard, until she stood naked save for her gloves, boots, and hat, rapidly breathed in anticipation. She slid a couple fingers to her slit, slowly parted it, exposed the wet pinkness within, ready to be claimed by a man turned to a savage beast by anger and lust.

He pounced on her so fast he was a blur. Seized her thighs and lifted her legs, pressed his cock to her pussy, pushed it in with a grunt. She moaned when it filled her, spread her unbelievably wide, her eyes turning to saucers as she struggled to take it. She grit her teeth when he buried himself deep and his knot swelled, locking the werewolf into her, his tip pressed to her cervix.

“F-fuck,” she cried wrapping her hands around his strong neck. His hips slammed into her, and her asscheeks slapped against the wall with each thrust. “Umph! Umph!” She repeated the same cry each time he impaled her, starting fast and only increasing his unrelenting pace, growling and kneading her buttocks while his tongue lapped at her tits and he nipped her nipples. Her face fully flushed, and she wheezed, drenching his crotch in feminine release and fluttering her lashes.

Their combined musk suffused the atmosphere. He smashed her pussy with such might she feared he'd break her pelvis or tear open her pussy lips. But all she could do was take the ride now, hopeful she could somehow tame the wild beast, who wouldn't stop until his lusts were fully sated. His ears flattened, and he cupped her butt and chest so hard she worried they'd pop.

He howled again, and with another fierce thrust dumped his steamy load into her slippery womb. His warm drool ran over her breasts and his nails left small abrasions down her bosom and rump. She gasped for breath. “Y-you done?”

Spike answered by fucking her again-and-again. She lost track of how many times he took her, bent her over and claimed her asshole next, his breath heated on the nape of her neck. He pulled her hair and smacked her ass about, so hard she was certain her poor derriere would be bruised, but she moaned even louder and constricted her twat as she happily took the knot.

He dumped his seed again which ran from her gaped holes when he removed himself from her with a pop. His claw knocked the hat from her head, forced her face into his crotch, directed her to clean his cock which was smeared with his and her juices. She drooled and garbled on his tool, stroked her clit with her fingers, unable to deny how her body was responding.

She didn't know that like Flutterbitch he too released his own musk to addle her and make her ready to mate with him. He slammed her face down roughly, balls deep, and howled someone, holding her there when he fired off his last explosive cumshot which erupted until her mouth overfilled much faster than she could swallow and the excess burst from her nostrils and bubbled.

When he finally let her go she huffed and tried to drink it down, some running down her chin and slathering her tits which gleamed like they'd been oiled up. “W-wow...that was intense,” she whispered with tears in her eyes. It had hurt some, but in a good way. Sure, she'd be quite sore later, but it had been worth it! She wiped her face. “You okay now, Spike?”

The transformation finally started to recede. Spike sunk before her, unconscious, and she caught him. Beatrix stroked his hair and tittered, pressed him to her nude body, certain he'd be okay once he woke up.

Until then, she'd just have to wait!