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

Fluttering her eyes open, a vast garden swirled into Beatrix Belladonna's view. The rich aromas immediately hit her, the touch of spices, and the feel of dew-speckled grass under her bare bottom. She sat up in the mist, and rubbed her arms, not so much as her hat left on her.

Above was a blue sky filled with fluffy white clouds. Pristine water ran in an incline beside her, cast from a waterfall that tinkled in the distance, and she noticed wind chimes and crystals hung off tree branches.

Her heart swam, and her legs wobbled. She unsteadily rose and leaned on a trunk for support, and her half-lidded eyes darted at the birds that nested above. It felt like a surreal dream. “W-w-what happened to me? Wait, I half remember...”

A voice said, “This is paradise, babe.” Tree Hugger stepped from the mist, also completely denuded, her body as plush and full-figured as ever. Frazzled dreadlocks hung around her, her eyes narrowed slyly with a light smile on her face.

“Don't tell me you're the leader of those cultists?” She couldn't help but stare at her rather large, puffy nipples, and her forest of scraggly pubes.

Hugs frowned. “Rude much! We're not, like, a cult babe. We're trying to help save Equestria! Honest! Sorry about the rough entrance, but we had to be sure it was you.”

Beatrix quirked an eyebrow. “Yeah, cause kidnapping and drugging me was a real warm welcome. Not to mention your attack on the club.”

“That club is just one of the many products against our belief, man. It's sorta hard to find any way to avoid some occasional collateral damage, but like, we just disrupted and shut down their defenses. Those cyborg gangsters have nothing to do with us. Most likely, they were searching for you too and hacked into any info we had regarding your possible whereabouts.”

“Well.... Ugh! Hmph,” replied Beatrix with a childish pout and plopped back down on her butt. "Doesn't mean what you did was okay."

“Like...chill-ax, babe. We're friends here. Though really at this point, who doesn't want to use you in some way?" She snickered teasingly. "But, like, believe me when I say what we want from you is different. We want you to help us turn Equestria back into what it was meant to be. A wonderland totally filled with magic.” She wandered closer and waved at the vistas around her. “This is just an illusion. We want the real thing.”

It certainly seemed real to Beatrix's senses. She pinched her own bottom and winced.

“This is like a neural network. Think of this like subconscious representations brought up by how we perceive ourselves, our avatars in this cyberspace. Our real bodies are linked up to a machine outside in the 'real' world.” Hugs sat cross-legged before her, so close she could feel her warm breath and cupped her cheek. “Our thoughts made it all real. Isn't that totally radical?”

“So it's like a shared dream, huh.” Beatrix tested her magic here and found she was quickly able to summon a massive orb of it.

“Whoa.... Usually, people are limited by how they see themselves here, so you're either really confident, crazy, or just that powerful if you can tap into your magic so easily. But this is great! It means we're ahead of the curve this time! Woohoo!” Hugs exclaimed; happily, her usual calm demeanor suddenly shifting to joyous excitement before she brought the mare into a big hug; her bare breasts squishing into her own bosom.

Beatrix gulped and felt herself warm up all over. She closed her fist and snuffed out the magical energy which hissed. Hugs laid her back, into the moist greenery, running tender palms down her curves. Somehow she'd oiled them up, massaging her supple flesh into a delicate glaze, and her own, running slow, sensuous circles around tits so bulbous and heavy they hung.

They shimmered under the sunlight, and Hugs pressed atop her, started to kiss and nibble at her lips, soft at first but then with more passion. Did Hugs intend to seduce her into submission? Because it was working!

Yet all the good sex in the world wouldn't make her turn on her friends. The members of B.A.B.S., well, they were her friends...weren't they? Or was she being naïve? Everyone wanted something she couldn't even provide!

She found herself kissing and groping the hippie back, taking the time to explore each other. Rolling about the abundant greenery, oiled up flesh made contact with low, wet slaps. Strings of saliva connected their lips, their fingers intertwined, and Hugs pushed Beatrix's thighs open, pressing their slimy snatches together and bucking her hips as they made shameless love.

“Fuck...I just feel too damn happy right now. And you could too! Think about it, babe,” she whispered hotly in her ear with a nip. “This pleasure you feel now is nothing to the warmth a real body can bring. Don't you miss what that's like?”

Belladonna's eyes glazed over when she considered the price. Did she really owe anyone here her loyalty? Didn't they all seek to use her for their own selfish purposes? Which group, she wondered, would most likely help her return home?

More tingles ran through Beatrix each time Hugs ground her pelvis into her, trails of their nectar running over their tight pink assholes. Tree pecked and nibbled at her tits, the flesh jiggling, coated in small bite marks. Looking around her with glazed eyes, Beatrix watched others approach, nude men and women adorned with wreaths of flowers woven in their hair.

Her head swam, and Beatrix's eyes rolled into her head, simultaneously overcome with sexual and religious euphoria, as were the cultists around her. Many of them toppled to the earth and went into convulsions.

She felt herself tighten up with a happy howl, saw a vision of the divine figure the cult worshiped, one that made her heart flutter with familiarity.

"E-Ewe..!?"

Blue haze kept her form from being completely visible, but the style of her robes, the curved horns protruding from her hood, the crest that braided her hair before her chest and the warm honey-colored eyes that matched her slight smile. It was impossible for her to mistake this radiance of benevolent energy to be anyone but the dream shepherd.

"It is really you?"

The woman only nodded as she approached her old friend and knelt down before her. All eyes remained on her, however, as if Oona was a ghost to them. A gentle hand caressed her cheek as she spoke in a silky, Celtic tone.

"It appears our paths have crossed once more, little witch," she mused. "We have much to discuss in this scape. I'll be waiting once you have finished with your...heh...'introduction'~" She would raise up and disappear into the crowd of followers, leaving Beatrix to her pleasure. She tried to come down from her repeated orgasms, which splashed between her thighs with Tree's, both caught in the throes of ecstasy. They continued to buck their hips, the swollen lips of their sticky pussies kissing, arcing their breasts.

Escape now seemed impossible, and she wasn't sure she wanted to. This sanctuary was akin to an addictive drug, one which upon indoctrination few ever chose to abandon.

At least for now, she had someone to turn to for answers.

*****

“What do you mean you've lost her?!” Babs nearly bit her cigarette in half. A low hum and the soft glow from computer terminals surrounded them.“You know what Spike'll do to our asses when he finds out? We'll be lucky if he doesn't blacklist B.A.B.S.!” She stomped about the chamber in a huff, and her boots rattled the metal floor. “Out of all the brain dead-”

“Hey,” shot back Rainbow Dash. “I take full responsibility, but I did what I could! She's still alive, at least!”

“I've heard about that cult,” said Sunset Shimmer. “They worship some digital avatar called Lady Ewe and want to turn back the clock on Equestria, return us to a time when magic was at its zenith. Makes sense they'd want to capture Beatrix.”

Flutterbitch, who'd stayed in the shadows, widened her crimson eyes. “Tree Hugger,” she whispered to herself and wrapped her arms about her bondage-clad figure. “It has to be her. Rainbow Dash,” she said more loudly. “Wouldn't you like your wings back? Because if the Elements of Harmony did become active again, you wouldn't have to rely on those fakes.”

Dash rubbed the metal extensions. When magic had been abundant people had crafted things like wings and horns to adorn them, drew power from them, and their cutie marks, which were now little more than meaningless tattoos. She'd made herself a massive wingspan all those years ago, only to lose it senselessly. “Yeah... But it depends on the price, of course.”

“Whatever the case is,” cut in Babs. “If there's any hope, we've gotta get her back!”

Several rooms over the other, Spike listened in with a flick of his ear. In the heat of the moment they'd left him unguarded save for the security system, believing that he was sufficiently sedated. He smiled and stretched his limber muscles in the bed.

A multitude of options presented themselves to him. He decided to risk it all.

Tumbling out of the sheets, he scooped up the plainclothes left for him. He concentrated, popped out tiny claws from his fingertips with a groan, and shredded the control panel, which shorted out with sparks and smoke.

Aware that they would soon be alerted, he strutted down the hall. A hiss sounded from Flutterbitch when he entered, and Spike raised his hands with a cheeky grin. “Hey now,” he began when they all turned their weapons on him. “I didn't come to fight!” He licked his lips when Babs started to approach. “Hold on a minute, maybe we can all help each other?”

“We can't trust you,” said Dash, who narrowed her eyes.

“I have connections. We can save Beatrix and Rarity's soul. But we'll have to act fast," insisted Spike.

Dash rolled her eyes and crossed her slender arms. “Do you buy this?”

Sunset lowered her laser sword, cautiously approached, and studied him. “This would be so much easier if I still had my empathic abilities, but I think he means it. Say we accept the deal. What do you want in return?”

“First, you'll have to keep this a secret from the imposter. Second, if we can put Rarity's soul into one of his shells, I want you to set her free. You don't have to turn her over to me, it's just...I can't stand the idea that he'll have his hands on her!” He pursed his lips. “He hasn't been in his right mind ever since he lost her. I can't take the risk that he'll hurt her.”

“President Spike has cameras and security everywhere,” reminded Babs. “It'll never work.”

“I have ways to temporarily disable that. Of course we'll have to keep low and finish up quick. I call my crew, we hit the compound where the cultists are located fast, rescue Beatrix and you turn her and Rarity's soul over to the imposter. I'll work out the rest of the details later. What do you say?” He offered his hand. “We got ourselves a deal?”

The team took a moment to look between each other but knew their leader had the final say.

“I'll probably regret this,” said Babs, who shook his hand. She knew her team would follow her anywhere, even if they didn't agree with this decision. Well, Flutterbitch was a bit of a wild card...but she suspected she'd stick with them for now.

They would be taking an even more significant risk than him, aware he could potentially double-cross them at any moment. But Babs trusted in Sunset's instincts and figured this way further complications could be avoided, at least for the moment, if it all worked out to plan.

Besides, in all her time on the streets she'd learned you needed to take extreme risks if you wanted the payoff!

*****

Beatrix blinked her eyes open when the jack was removed. She rubbed the side of her neck where a nasty wound was cut into her skin where it had been inserted, dressed in a simple gown and seated in a chair.

Her eyes sleepily took in the room, which appeared to be a greenhouse with a set of fancy tech in the middle, an anomaly if she'd ever seen one!

“Sorry about that babe,” said Tree Hugger who stood nearby in a simple white robe trimmed in gold. “You don't have the proper hardware to hook up the normal way, so I had to force it. Crude and leaves a hideous mark on your fair skin but, it's effective, y' know?”

“It's gonna heal, though, right? I don't want it to leave a nasty scar...” She was answered when Hugs spread the clear gel on her palm and rubbed it into the hole. It soothed the ache immediately. “Great.... So how long do you plan on holding me captive?”

Hugs' smile would go crooked. “If that were the case, that would make us a cult. But we're not, babe. You're free to leave as you wish, but if you do, there's goes our one chance in restoring the land to its natural state. So if you would, please...please think about what you can do for Equestria.”

Beatrix turned her head to one side. “Look...I'm flattered, but you've got the wrong woman. Whatever one wants from me or my magic, it just isn't there. It's nothing special...I'm not special.”

“Sure, maybe not now.... But we have some special drugs that can't enhance your potential further!" Tree Hugger insisted while stroking her hand. "Like, all you gotta do is not overdose and risk frying your brain. But with the right amount, there's no telling how far your talents could push you!"

Beatrix sighed, unsure of what to believe while looking around the place. They appeared to be in a compound that resembled a nature preserve. No doubt such sites were quite rare in this world, perhaps to the point where they bordered on extinction.

Given free reign to explore, Beatrix wiggled her toes and sauntered to her feet. A cool breeze rustled her loose gown, tickling her bare skin underneath, practically naked when the sunlight fell on her.

She padded outside and followed a walkway. Her nostrils flared when she inhaled the fresh air, and closed her eyes with a soft breath, wondering if she were still dreaming?

“If it were, I could easily tell you,” giggled a soft voice. “No, child. This is indeed real.”

She gasped and turned to see the horned woman enter and take to her opposite side. "Lady Ewe!"

Oona nodded and raised a fingertip to her own lips. “When we last met, I kept a small piece of your essence so that I may follow you in case you were heading into trouble. It appears though my legacy has inspired Tree Hugger to make me a prominent figure in this world. A flattering thought, though tainted by their overuse of these addictive medicines.”

Beatrix looked down to see that her form was still lying in the grass with Tree Hugger looking confused, shaking her body. Panic rose before the goat woman hushed her and ushered to follow her into the forest, enigmatic blue mist leaving a trail.

Beatrix strolled along as they ventured into the thick woods were exotic flora sprouted with each step. “So wait...are you really here?”

“In a way, though only you may see and hear me. I exist within a part of your mind, temporarily, of course!" She hummed. "I can't freely travel through different worlds and dimensions like you, so I learned to instead trace your essence to better find you through your dreams. Though I can imagine how...creepy that appears to be. I can cease contact if you wish-"

"N-No no! Believe me, I'd rather have you in my head than some of the monsters and weirdos who've done so," Beatrix insisted as she instinctively wrapped her arms over the full figure of the dream shepherd. In-kind, she smiled and stroked her fingers through her platinum locks. "Damn, you feel so warm.... So soft," the witch sighed.

“Heh, I know. Alas, it's only your perspective, making me feel real. I'm afraid you're very far from where I am currently. It's a struggle to maintain contact like this.”

“So then.... What do I do? How am I suppose to help? It feels like I can't trust anyone here.”

Lady Ewe frowned knowingly. “That is something only you can decide. I can, however, share what I've learned here. Because my...ahem...followers have brought enough belief in me and my ways, I've had enough presence to traverse this city's network and gaze into the dreams and visions of its denizens. Limited still, mind you, as it's hard being everywhere at once. But among them, President Spike can not be trusted. This variant has allowed obsession to control him. If my suspicions are correct, an old foe of mine is behind this." There was a subtle hint of anger in the bass of her voice, one Beatrix didn't think existed in such a kind and friendly spirit. "As for the other Spike that appeared here, I'm not too sure. It seems he is also from a parallel world. Perhaps this place is some sort of nexus that pulls other dimensions close?"

“Sounds likely,” mused Beatrix with a titter when she recalled the paradise world where she and Lady Ewe had met. She then noticed that her figure was growing seethrough as the forest around them began to darken, the dream shepherd disappearing along with her. A muffled voice echoed in Beatrix's subconscious.

"Curses...our time grows short. Listen," Ewe urged as she tenderly squeezed the witch's shoulders. "I'll try to learn more about this place and who's behind it. Do what you feel is right and keep a safe distance from people. We'll meet back here in this next sleep. I wish you good luck, Beatrix Belladonna," the goat woman promised before vanishing into the mist.

“You too.” She frowned and watched her dissipate, now more lonely than ever. At least there was someone she could depend on. Wind chimes tinkled, and the scent of incense made her nose crinkle. Crystals dotted tree trunks and caught the sun's rays.

Her thoughts wandered to Trixie, back at the base with B.A.B.S., and hoped she would be looked after well as she woke up again to the worried expression of Tree Hugger.

****

"Hmm..."

A mechanized voice hummed as his gaze pierced into the screen displayed before his body. One out of a thousand screens that circled slowly around the platform he stood on. All depicted different events at different locations. But the one he kept replaying over and over held a horned woman holding a confused and lost girl.

"I figured as much. It was only a matter of time until you would show up. No matter..." He turned away from the screen and began to stroll into the inner corridor of his workspace.

"The purification process of all organic life has already begun."