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

It was another messy run. Babs Seed thought she should be used to the carnage by now, and it's true she'd been hardened by experience, but her team was once again forced to wade through the muck, constantly on the edge of death. Another gang had torn in, stormed the building, and were busy mowing down the guards and being offed themselves in droves.

She fitted a mask into place to block the grayish-black smoke, the walls alight from fire and explosions, blackening and peeling. She and Rainbow Dash took potshots with their collapsible assault rifles, taking cover where they could, while Sunset Shimmer ignited her laser sword with a whir and gripped the hilt with both hands, the plasma blade able to cut through almost anything.

Blood slicked a corridor lined in corpses. But at last she reached their destination, the vault where Rarity's soul was most likely to be stored. “Damn,” she muttered realizing the doors had already been blown in. There were more signs of bloody battle inside, the vault melted down and emptied. She yelled into her communicator, “We're too late! Abort the mission!”

At least the thieves left them in exit, as one of the walls had a massive, steaming hole in it!

“I'll cover you,” said Rainbow Dash who turned and laid out a flurry of staccato fire.

Sunset cut down a pair of guards who didn't notice her in the shadows, flesh seared and screams cut off when they toppled in two halves. She crinkled her nose at the stench of cooked flesh, still audible sizzling. “Never gets any easier, does it?”

They scurried outside into the maze of alleys. “Clear,” yelled Babs who clutched at her overheated assault rifle. Everyone took a moment to catch their breath, but remained on guard, aware that a simple mistake could mean a senseless , early death.

“What a waste of time,” said Dash who spat beside her.

“Maybe not,” noted Sunset who nodded at a trail of bodies. She followed the massacre to the area where Beatrix sat naked, a similar denuded Spike asleep with his head in her lap. “Hey, isn't that-?”

Babs narrowed her eyes. “We'll take him in for questioning, whoever he is. What happened to you, Beatrix?”

“Uh...a little accident.” She blushed with a cheeky grin. Reclaiming her costume, too ashamed to explain further, especially with the urine stain at the crotch, she curled up in her cloak while Sunset sheathed her weapon at her belt to carry him.

“He's surprisingly light,” said Sunset with a small laugh.

Beatrix asked, “Did you find our prize?” They shook their heads. “That's a shame. Maybe next time? What about Fluttershy?”

“She'll turn up. She always does,” said Babs who scanned the area with her goggles. She waved them towards the extraction point, where another private cab would give them a lift. She was thankful they were run by automatons who wouldn't ask questions. Still, she decided to keep their new captive's identity hidden for now, by placing a spare respirator over his face.

Wherever they went the Dragon Lord's eyes were everywhere, from cameras to drones. She had ways to temporarily disable them but doing so would arouse Spike's suspicions. Most of the time she used carefully doctored footage. He was a paranoid bastard and wouldn't be happy to hear they'd failed their objective. But at least maybe they had a fresh lead...

*****

“Don't want to talk, huh?” Babs backhanded their prisoner across the face. He shot back a smirk, blood trickling from the corner of a split lip. “Come on, there has to be some reason you look exactly like Spike!”

“I am Spike. The real deal.” He slumped in the bed prepared for him, hands clasped under his head.

“Yeah, right.” Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. “I've known Spike almost all my life!”

“I'd like to think it's more of a title,” said Spike with a cocky grin. “One that belongs to someone who's noble and loyal!”

Babs lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. “This is pointless. You know something about what was taken?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. But hey, turn me over to that imposter and you'll never know. If my followers did their job right, it's tucked away tight, and you'll never locate it without me. Think of it as insurance.”

“Keep him sedated,” ordered Babs who left the room.

“Sorry about this,” said Sunset who used a hypodermic needle to pump drugs into his arm. His eyes grew heavy, and he slumped onto the pillow. She checked him over, then followed Rainbow Dash out and left him alone.

Beatrix waited until they were gone before she slipped in. She'd had her costume cleaned and wore it when she approached his bedside. She clasped her hands behind her and leaned over, studied the punk who slept below the sheets, unable to deny how much she'd appreciated their little session. Gently she poked his nose, then yelped when he opened an eye.

He closed a hand over her mouth. “Hush. Better to let them think I'm knocked out,” he whispered and withdrew his hand. “I have a fast metabolism so their sedatives wore off pretty quick.”

“Good to know...I think. You remember what happened?” She tilted her head in a coy manner.

“Oh yeah. You were incredible.” He looked her over.

“Tee-hee.” She blushed and batted her lashes. “You too.” In truth she wouldn't mind jumping his bones right here, but knew this wasn't the time. She didn't understand his animal magnetism, but felt herself warm up all over in his presence. Sitting down next to him, she shivered when he stroked her bare thigh, letting his fingers dace across the silky smooth skin.

He paused and pursed his lips. “I still love Rarity,” he admitted. “But she made her choice. Doubtful I could win her back now. Still, if I can make her live again, that'll be enough. Can you really do it? Rumor is you can bind that soul to one of the dolls...”

Beatrix wondered how he knew that and figured he must have his own network of spies. “Perhaps,” she said evasively.

“Sure hope so. Well, you'd best beat feet before anyone gets suspicious.” She nodded, planted a quick peck on his forehead with a wink, and skipped out. Flutterbitch had returned with Trixie in tow, not to mention some more thralls made from the more intact bodies left behind, but from what she'd been told her mother was in no condition to talk as she worked through her addiction. Sunset mentioned how similar she and Lulamoon looked, but she decided it best to avoid the topic for now.

She stripped and stepped into the showers where Rainbow Dash already was. The stalls were small, and instead of water they used some form of vibrations, which tickled her bare skin all over. Dash looked her over out of curiosity but otherwise minded her own business. Beatrix hummed to herself, running her palms over her supple flesh with a low, blissful moan.

“You did okay newbie,” said Dash after several minutes.

“Thanks. I'm a little rusty,” admitted Beatrix with a shrug. She thought about her 'mother', the version she'd met here, and the possibility that she might never be able to return home. She frowned, drummed the wall, overcome with homesickness.

“What you need is a chance to unwind. I'll take you somewhere to celebrate!” Dash stepped out of her stall, stretched her arms and her metallic wings wide, her slender breast arced while she popped her lithe muscles. “Better grab a new costume, though. Your style isn't exactly considered cool here. Way out of date. Don't worry, you can borrow one of mine!”

“I like my costume,” replied Beatrix defensively but Dash paid no attention. She took note of the cutie marks on Dash's buttocks, small tattoos embedded on her flesh, and looked over her shoulder at her own, a swirling cosmos that represented her ability to travel between dimensions. Yet with her powers so weakened here her cutie mark might as well not exist anymore!

She was grabbed by the wrist and practically dragged by Dash through the corridors, both of them still naked. Her feet padded on the cool floor with a clink. They stopped in a room with multiple mirrors which caught them from every angle, and Dash started to rifle through a line of clothes. “Nope. Nah. Huh, maybe it's better to keep it simple?”

Beatrix accepted the unitard-styled attire from her. It was similar to latex, and when she stepped into it the material conformed to her well-built body. It was so comfortable she somehow felt even more nude and blushed. “Doesn't really suit me.”

“Nonsense, you look fine!” Rainbow Dash stepped into her own outfit which sealed around her limber shape.

“If you say so!” She forced a smile and tried to accommodate herself to this bizarre world. “Nice tramp stamp, by the way!”

“Don't push it,” replied Dash with a good-humored laugh.

A short cab ride later and the pair arrived at the hippest club in the city. Music boomed so loud the building shook. Neon lights shimmered around it, as did the nude silhouettes of women that danced in sensuous manners,advertisements to invite one in. The sign read 'Futuristic Dreams', and promised to fulfill the fantasies of anyone brave enough to enter it.

Dash had slipped Beatrix an identification card President Spike had prepared for her, and after the bouncer checked their Ids and searched for weapons they were allowed in. It appeared Dash's mechanical wings were allowed, so long as one had a license. Lights flashed to pierce the gloomy interior. What she immediately noted with wide eyes were how many of the patrons were naked, some seated at the bar, while others swiveled on the dance floor under a constant flash.

The owner also served as the DJ, Vinyl Scratch bare while she worked the turntables, save for her trademark shades. She moved in tun to her fast-paced music, a blare of techno industrial, and her ample tits shook each time she bobbed to the beat.

“Do whatever makes you comfortable,” said Dash who stripped and left her suit on a rack next to many others.

Beatrix swallowed and considered for a moment. Between the sweat and musk, and all the beautiful men and women on display, there certainly was an erotic thrill to the scenario. “Why not?” She heaved her shoulders and removed her costume too.

She searched for anyone else who was familiar over the next couple hours. Most of them were unfamiliar to her, but she spotted Pacific Glow who danced in a wild manner, glowsticks raised above her denuded form. She considered approaching her for a chat, then thought better of it, because she couldn't exactly explain how she knew her from other worlds!

Instead she decided to dance near her. They shared a smirk and worked themselves into a sweaty frenzy. Flesh jiggled and caught the strobes that traced over their curves, dotted in beads of perspiration that ran down the pair.

Afterward Beatrix plopped her plush bottom down on a stool at the bar and ordered the sweetest drink they offered. Her heart skipped while she slurped it down, thankful that she was able to feel free for a time. She swirled her fingertip in the syrup, thoughtful. Again she couldn't help but feel homesick, worsened by the fact that her 'mother' here had rejected her!

“So far I've nearly been turned into a vampire's plaything, run over, shot, given myself to a lycanthrope...which means I can't complain about boredom, at least!” She gulped down her drink, burped softly, and wiped her maw on the back of her hand.

Rainbow Dash slid in next to her. “Good stuff, huh? You look kind of lonely here by yourself.”

“Just taking a break. It's not a bad place. Wouldn't be my first stop, usually.” She shifted on the globes of her bottom, which stuck to the seat by perspiration, and studied the nude band on stage, headed by Cerise Solhouette. “Oooh~” She squealed in delight, the band leader's skin dark in contrast to her neon pink pigtails, her shapeliness covered in shifting, neon colors.

Dash grinned. “A fan already, huh? I'm friends with the club owner, who has lots of connections. Maybe I can get you a ticket?”

“That would be great!” Beatrix bounced in her seat.

“We don't get days off too often, so let's just chill. Surprised you haven't been hit on more. Quite a sweet body you're packin' there. Especially those tits and that ass.” Dash's smirk widened and she whistled, looking her over some more.

“I've certainly had some lookers!” She whistled innocently, digging her nails into her knees.

Dash pursed her lips. “Sunset had a point, though. You do look a lot like Trixie Lulamoon. I'd swear you're her twin.”

“Merely a coincidence,” answered Beatrix with a nervous giggle, unable to meet her eyes and choosing to stare at Cerise instead who gyrated to the song she and her band played. She quickly tried to change the subject. “So, who are her parents?”

“What, Cerise Silhouette? Not sure, she's a mysterious one.”

Beatrix furrowed her brow. “I see...” It was certainly possible that like the Cerise she knew, the Pacific Glow here was her mother, but could her father really be Sombra, too? Did he also exist in this madcap version of Equestria?

“Bet you're wondering why I took you to such a place?” Beatrix nodded at Dash who laid a hand on her bare thigh and said, “Because I like you. Life is fast and hard here, so I don't have time for subtlety. I take what I want.”

Beatrix met her gaze, sensing that she wasn't interested in a long-term relationship, but a quick fuck. She managed a small smile and allowed her to take her by the wrist, where she was led to the bathrooms.

She was taken to a wide stall, the door closed behind them, and the walls were scrawled with all sorts of perverse writings and pictures. “Don't worry,” said Dash. “I got an upgrade to my wings' software to make sure they're clean!”

“Clean...?” Beatrix had her answer when a portion of the wall was peeled away by Dash to reveal a glory hole. The witch didn't even have time to think about it before something massive landed on her face with a slap and rested there.

She realized with wide eyes it was a bulbous horsecock, mottled and covered in thick veins, its medial ring rubbing her nose, its flared tip leaking dense precum into her hair. Dash burst into wild laughter, and Belladonna blushed, inhaling the musk and feeling her cunny tighten reflexively and water. “Uh, it's not attached to an actual horse, I hope?”

“Nah. Just a sophisticated body modification. Lots of people like to take on animal traits if they can afford 'em!” She landed a few loud smacks on Beatrix's ass that echoed and left red swat marks. “Now, how about we shut up and get to suckin'?”

Beatrix shrugged and figured why not? Dash claimed it was safe and casual sex had never bothered her. Actually, giving herself to some anonymous stranger sent a scandalous thrill that tingled throughout her, particularly in her loins.

She and Dash knelt before the horsecock, planting little kisses and nibbles over its length, pulling on the flesh with their lips and teeth, watching it twitch and bob and spit more viscous pre, a subdued grunt audible from the other side. Their tongues dragged up-and-down its thickness, their thighs spread, coated with feminine lubricant that ran down them in anticipation.

They panted, tits heaving, and Belladonna opened her maw to take the head in. Dash placed her hand on Beatrix's head, shoved it down, forced her to take more than she was ready for. Beatrix' face went redder and she gagged, gulping down horse dick which sank into her throat, barely able to take it, drool mixed with pre leaking out the corner of her lip.

She swallowed what salty tang she could, eyes glazed over, repeatedly clenching her pussy and asshole. Dash continued to make Beatrix's head bob while she lapped at the wet tool. Belladonna surrendered to the moment, desperate to take him all in, impossible as it seemed, circling her tongue around the fuckmeat, mind feeling drugged under his masculine musk.

The cock throbbed and erupted. It flared more in her mouth, a deluge of thick, runny cum rushing down her throat, bloating her cheeks, erupting out her nostrils and bubbling, the loads settling into her belly too fast to properly swallow. She was forced to pull off with a gasp, more dense ropes shooting over hers and Dash's faces, into their open, overfilled mouths.

More landed and dripped over their tits. Beatrix felt Dash's hands grope at her titties and buttocks, and with a cry she came hard, splashing onto the floor below her, her lower holes clenched up while she released her need.

“Wow. You came from a blowjob?” Dash nudged her ribs.

Beatrix was completely pink-faced when she started to come down. “W-well...” She figured it was more due to the smells he was emitting, something that she'd learned she was sensitive too from her dalliances with Flutterbitch and Spike here. Was it because unlike everyone else here she was magical in nature? Had it somehow made her far more sensitive, pliable?

“I'm not done yet,” said Dash who rose and bent over, lining the still half-erect horsecock up with her cunt. She sunk it in, thrust her athletic ass up against the wall, her toned cheeks jiggling when it sunk deep inside her moist pink tunnel.

She rolled her eyes into her head and spread her metal wings, rested her palms on the wall, bounced on him, her perky tits jangling each time she took him in. Beatrix knelt and shared a messy kiss with her, swapping his excessive cum between them. They chewed on it, passed it between them, linking their fingers, lost to their lusts while faint music thrummed elsewhere.

It didn't take long before he came inside Dash, his hot seed fired into her womb, and she swiftly followed with a flex of her wings, her squirts running down the wall. She withdrew with a pop, his half-flaccid dick falling out of her gaped hole, runny with their juices. She stood and stretched with a wide yawn. “Well, that sure hit the spot!”

Beatrix licked the last traces off herself. “What about the mess we left?”

“Don't worry, the service robots'll clean it up. Vinyl thinks of everything.” They headed to a shower stall, cleaned themselves off with vibrations, then headed back to the bar like nothing had happened and plopped down.

Beatrix couldn't blame the people here. It was a hard, messy life, and they had to take their pleasures where they found them. Nor could she deny how much she'd enjoyed their casual little session, an erotic memory she wouldn't soon forget!

They ordered more drinks and sat around to watch the band and the dancers, a satisfied smile on her lips. Despite how callous and on edge most of the people she'd met had seemed, she could almost begin to like this place!

She jumped and knocked over her glass which shattered when a wall caved in. Debris was hurled about amidst the flames left by the explosion's fire, patrons running amidst the smoke when a gang of cyborgs stormed in. “Not these guys again,” lamented Dash who was instantly on her feet. “Keep low, Beatrix!” Gunfire started to erupt in a continuous barrage.

Vinyl Scratch didn't miss a beat. She drew her own customized rifle from below her turn tables, and fired off a sonic scream that shredded flesh right off the bone. Her automated defenses kicked in, hidden behind the overhead lights, turrets dropping down in droves and programmed to rip through anyone that hadn't been scanned before they entered her exclusive club.

Her bouncers arrived to support her, and even the band joined in, their own arsenal hidden in the stage. Beatrix hid under the bar and shook, hands over her ears in attempt to shut it out, wondering if they were after her?

Bullets pinged. People were trampled and the scenery was thrown about. She whimpered low and threatened to retreat into a child-like state, recalling her time in her father's army, and the traumas she'd endured. Shining Armor had tried to protect her when he could, but knew he wouldn't be able to curtail her independent streak. She'd been forced to grow up fast, and couldn't help but compare herself to the more pure and talented Flurry Heart, wishing she was more like her.

She stared at the wounded and the dead scattered about through tear-stained eyes, felt herself burn all over with barely contained rage, and channeled her magic, which started to build within her fists. “Okay you bastards...”

An aura surrounded her hands and she hurled swirling bursts of winds at the invaders, who were swept up and tossed about. Heartened by the unexpected burst of energy, which she took as a sign her powers might return with more practice, she took careful shots at the attackers to support Rainbow Dash, who'd accepted a rifle from Vinyl and also unloaded.

What she didn't expect was another 'gang' to rush in. These seemed even more out-of-place, garbed in pristine white robes embroidered with gold trim and gas masks, who chucked canisters that spat noxious clouds. Anyone unfortunate to breath these in crumpled and twitch, and even the automated defenses started to shut down in places, disrupted by the toxins.

“Damn it,” cried Rainbow Dash who covered her mouth with one hand and realized her wings were effectively clipped.

Beatrix noticed a group of robed men and women were headed her way. She fired off another concussive burst, tossing about half a dozen of them, but didn't have time to charge a fresh spell before the mob overwhelmed her.

“Let me go!” She struggled against them, teeth gritted.

“She's the one,” a cultist said and injected her arm with a hypodermic needle.

Within seconds Beatrix's head swam and her knees went weak. She stumbled into their grasp, the club an assault of noise and violence, her sole relief that so far as she could tell Rainbow Dash was okay.

The cultists ferried her out, and she reclined helplessly in their arms, darkness slipping over her while she wondered what they wanted her for...