Cyberpunk Returns in B.A.B.E. : A Beatrix Belladonna Tale

There was always a particular curiosity about what happened to the worlds Beatrix Belladonna visited, after she left. It had been a long while since her adventure in the cyberpunk world. So the portal hopping witch figured she’d check in on things. Only this time, she decided to return with her mentor turned lover, Lady Ewe.

With her help, Beatrix was able to save the land from the vile Vice Lord and cyber demon, Varys. And while he had been banished, she feared the scars left on the planet would forever remain.

Yet when the pair stepped from the bluish-white oval-shaped portal, they saw that technology and nature had fused into an intertwined entity that covered the advanced cityscape. The surroundings tried to balance themselves out, forestation left to grow wild after the Elements of Harmony had temporarily been reactivated. The damage the cyber demon had wrought in his experiments appeared to be erased entirely!

Neon lights flashed across the streets, where aerodynamic hover cars raced by in a colorful blur. Buildings covered in shameless advertisements lined the sidewalks where the couple started to walk, and in the distance, skyscrapers were visible that choked the skies.

The pair wore their typical ensemble, Beatrix in her witch hat, leotard, gloves, boots, and cape that swept past her. Platinum locks were tinged in violet that matched her eyes, and her heels tapped on the sidewalks under her strides.

Lady Oona Ewe was pleasantly plump beneath her blue robes, her woolly bluish-white mane curled. Sandals adorned her feet, and a dream catcher staff was clasped in the dream shaman's hand. Honey eyes drank in the various sights that whirred and flashed around them.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise!” Mused Beatrix, shaking her head in amazement. “Most things have changed for the better, it seems.”

“Now, now, Ceann Oga,” gently chided Oona, who squeezed her shoulder. “Don’t be dazzled by all th’ fancy lights an’ display. We can't expect a whole civilization tae be overhauled in a short amount ov time. Though hopefully, this means President Spike has learned his lesson.”

The azure sheep-turned-human looked around to see if any clocks told the current time. “Hmm, how long dae ye suppose it's been? A couple ov months?”

Beatrix shrugged. “Sounds about right. I don't really keep up with such things, to be honest.” She took her hand, wandered aimlessly to take in the sights. “Hopefully, it's not so dangerous here anymore. Last time, we were always at gunpoint!”

“Aye, but now? It seems our efforts have renewed this place. Further proof ye dae make worlds better,” Lady Ewe giggled, placing a chaste kiss on the witch’s cheek.

“Y-yeah.” The witch blushed, content to wander the streets before something caught her eye. “Oh hey! Take a look at that!”

The pair paused when they crossed another block and pointed at a billboard that flashed above the intersection. There, clear on the advertisement, appeared Cerise Silhouette...or at least her counterpart. Garbed in sparkly high-end dresses, posing cutely with a microphone in hand, it was apparent that this version of her friend rose to become a famous idol of sorts.

“I remember seeing ads of her before,” Beatrix pondered. “But I thought it was just a coincidence. Do you think...?”

“It certainly seems like our fair princess,” Oona nodded. “A shame she couldn’t come wit us. Ah take it ye wish tae visit this pop star?”

“Of course!” The witch reached into the inner folds of her cape, thankful that she still had a credit card that served as currency here. Circuitry adorned the slim piece of metal. “Hope this is still good...” She waved down a hover taxi, which slowed to a stop with a whir. After a quick look over the pair, the cabbie nodded once and opened the doors as he slid the card in a slot.

Pretty soon, they were off. The lovers continued to hold hands while they settled onto the upholstery. The vehicle sped over the roads while muzak blared from speakers around them.

“Hey,” called Beatrix. “Any chance you can play some music by, um…you know her name, right? Neon pink hair, charcoal skin, has her face plastered on every billboard..?” She desperately wished she knew the musician's name.

“Heh! Hard to not know her name,” the driver chuckled when he turned a knob to change stations. Cerise's voice filled the radio. “Thought given it’s you two again, that’s not surprising. When you left in such a hurry, I figured you'd never come back. Couldn't say I'd blame you!”

Beatrix cocked an eyebrow. “Huh? Wait, how do you-” She did a double-take. “Rebel Spike?!”

“Good to see you! Oh, and just ‘Spike’ will do,” he replied with a boyish smirk. Leaning back so he wasn't so shadowed and his cap tossed aside, he appeared clean-cut compared to the more punk style he wore before. “My authoritarian self gave me a sweet gig! He's still busy trying to clean up the mess he helped make. I could easily retire if I liked, but this keeps me busy and out of trouble.”

“Glad to see you've moved on,” noted Beatrix, whose smirk broadened.

He chuckled. “Yeah, no more macho contests over who the 'real' Spike is. Decided to let Rarity move on. Didn't seem fair to make her choose between us. I'm kinda like you, Beatrix. This isn't my home, but the life of a nomad suits me.”

“I could try and take you back where you belong-”

He waved the idea away. “Nah, don’t bother. This is my home now! Almost there, by the way. Normally this concert is sold out months ahead of time, but I've got special clearance thanks to the President and should be able to get you in the door. You'll love the concert, trust me.”

“That's very kind ov ye,” said Lady Ewe sweetly before frowning, looking over her clothes. It was apparent she clearly stood out with her mystic robes and sage-like appearance. “Perhaps I’m a wee bit overdressed for this...”

“No worries, Oona. I can get us something more… appropriate to wear~” Beatrix teased with a wink, loving how hotly she blushed.

“Haha! Aw man, I’ve missed you guys! There's so much I'd like to share, but I'm sure you'll learn soon enough. Besides, I wouldn't want you to miss the show! It's already underway, but luckily it will run into the morning and next day!” He pulled the cab to a stop, and the doors popped open. Parked and locked down after they filed out, the cabbie led the way down the blocks.

Crowds of people teemed the street, filled with noise that drowned out any of their words. Other bands played out in the open to placate those who couldn't get inside, the massive tower that served as the concert hall clear ahead in the distance. Guards spotted Rebel Spike, waved, and helped part the mob, allowing the three to wind through masses that filled a trash-ridden area.

Glowsticks were raised, and united chants sounded. People danced and drank. Booths sold merchandise, many of the fans decorated in
such. Bouncers stepped aside to allow Spike and his companions inside, where they walzed into the doors down the halls. Immediately neon flashed and music pulsed when it hit the trio.

He pressed tickets into their hands and shouted, “Backstage passes, for after the concert's over! On me! Sadly, I've gotta run! You two have fun!”

“Well, it was nice tae see ye again, Spike,” the shepherdess called back with a bow of her hooded head. “Please, take care ov yerself!”

“You know I will,” he replied with a wink and blew a kiss to Beatrix, who returned the gesture with a giggle. She watched him stride away and admired his lean, muscular physique below his suit, let out a deep sigh of disappointment after he left.

“Eager tae lay wit him again, are we?” Lady Ewe whispered to her. “Why am Ah not surprised?”

“H-hey, you know me!” She rebuffed her lover's tease with a snort, hands propped on her wide hips. Even though they had an open relationship, she hoped there wasn’t any secret resentment over her promiscuous nature. “I can’t help if I was born with an unnaturally high sex drive!”

“Ah know,” she answered, taking the witch’s hand. “An’ if Ah weren’t comfortable wit yer scandalous adventures, Ah would have never agreed tae be yer girlfriend. True love should remain unshackled, after all ~.” She kissed her nose.

“Right…. You know, you’re always welcome to join me! There’s only so much of you I can handle by myself~” Beatrix purred, emphasizing her partner's massive chest and round hips by a flick.

Flustered, the sheep sage replied. “O-oh! Ah mean, A’m not opposed tae th’ idea...” Oona turned her attention to the mobs before continuing, “Besides, Ah can tell this is yer sort ov party anyway.” She noted many attendees were either naked or in body paint. Even many of those who clothed themselves dressed in fetish wear of various types to emphasize their flesh.

“Yeah! You'd think our little pal Moxxi was behind this,” said Beatrix with a mischievous snicker.

She pushed in further, determined to make their way past a sea of bodies to see the stage where the band performed, curious about the Cerise Silhouette of this world. The scents of cologne and perfumes mixed with sweat. Their surroundings rocked under the churn of instruments and speakers, the onlookers unable to escape the music, not that any wanted to! No, everyone lost themselves entirely in the moment.

“Ooh, it’s gettin’ warm here,” Oona noted before spotting a pair of bathrooms stationed around a corner. “Erm, Beatrix? Would ye mind handin’ me somethin’ mair modern tae wear? A’d like tae go change in th’ ladies’ room.”

“Oh, sure!” nodded Beatrix, summoning an oversized sweater and baggy pants, knowing there weren’t a lot of clothes that would fit the robust sheep. “But try to hurry back, okay?” They wound down a hall that was thankfully not as noisy or filled, spotted signs that denoted the restrooms ahead where her teacher hurried in.

Beatrix leaned over a counter and stared into a mirror. “Actually, I’m a little overdressed myself...” She mumbled to herself, noting her wardrobe was severely outdated in this 'futuristic' environment. So with a hand wave, Beatrix banished her entire assemble, much more comfortable in the nude than her sheepish lover.

Still, what sort of style should she wear...?

“Heeey! Goin’ the all-natural look too, huh? Like, excellent choice, bra~!” A lazy, warm voice came from behind. In the mirror, Beatrix spotted the familiar face of Tree Hugger, who marched up behind her stark naked, save for a crown of colorful flowers woven atop her mane. She pressed her ample nakedness against the witch's slender back, embraced her midsection from behind. “Glad to have you back, by the way.”

“Good to see you too!” Beatrix blushed when she felt the soft breasts rise and fall against her bare skin, the poke of wide nipples into her flesh. “Um, nice as you look, isn't it more than a little dangerous to wander around completely naked like this? People could be extra… ‘grabby.’” In truth, she could barely keep her hands off her!

The hippie chuckled. “Nah, I can, like, totally take care of myself. And if I'm in trouble, Fluttershy's always watching my cute butt.” She withdrew and plopped said plush ass on the counter where she lounged. “I'm guessing that you haven't, like, caught up with the skinny on this world yet?”

"Afraid not," said Beatrix who shook her head and took a seat beside her.

She rested a hand on Bea's thigh. “M’kay. I'll try and keep it brief, then. B.A.B.S. disbanded, since the crimes rates have sunk to an all-time low.”

“Good and bad news, I suppose,” said Beatrix, who tried not to ogle the bare hippie, despite the way she subtlety posed for her with a shift.

“Definitely nice news,” assured Hugs, who kicked a barefoot as she squeezed. “Anyhow, Babs Seed was able to, like, retire after she sold the rights to her mercenary unit. Our pop star friend on the stage used to be a solo act, but after purchasing the name, she changed B.A.B.S. to B.A.B.E.! An all-female band that, like, has been on constant tour across the capital. Pretty groovy, huh?”

“Totally~!” Answered Beatrix, and the pair laughed. She thought it over. “So, they've gone from 'Bad Ass Bitch Squad’ to...?”

“I think it was ‘Bodacious Ass Bitchin' Ecstasy.’ Or somethin’ like that.” She shrugged, sleepy eyes half-lidded. “Still, not a bad business to pick up. The rise of music here has been, like, staggering! Plenty of killer acts to get into, you know?”

“Mhmm! So what have you and Shy been up to?”

“Truth be told? Flutters and I are mostly here to party. She abandoned the 'Flutterbitch' name, since she's far more peaceful now. It hasn’t cured her vampirism, though I don’t mind that one-bit~.” She rubbed a heavy tit, dotted by a few bite marks where blood had recently been sucked.

“Kinky~!” Without thinking, Beatrix traced the wounds, met by a titter from the hippie, eyes half-closed and lips drawn in a crooked smirk. “O-oh, sorry! I should have asked!” She withdrew her hand from a wobbly tit, but Hugs shook her head. She desperately wanted to play with them. “Wow, things sure have changed since we last visited!”

“Yep! Babe even surrendered her old costume to the band, too. So maybe we'll see the frontwoman wear it tonight?” Her attention turned to a stall that opened, and she nodded at Lady Ewe, now adorn in pants and a hoodie. “Oh hey! Didn’t know the Goddess was back as well~!”

“Oh, please. A’m just another traveller,” assured the dream shaman, who shook her head with a warm smile. The cult of Flower Children had mistakenly worshiped Lady Ewe like a Goddess, though she lived up to the title after vanquishing Varys. Beatrix noticed that, despite her best efforts, the clothes were still small on her lover, Oona’s wide ass and hips stretching the waistline.

They all took a moment to catch up, told about the whereabouts of B.A.B.S. after it disbanded. It seemed that the mercenary leader, Babs Seed, continued to do contract work for President Spike and kept a watchful eye over him should he fall back into his old ways. Rarity, Sassy, and Coco continued to work with him to rebuild society, and had settled into a relationship of their own.

Rainbow Dash worked in security, whereas Sunset Shimmer became a scholar. As civilization continued to rebuild itself, everyone had settled into new roles, yet in many ways, like expected, society was slow to catch up to its rapid changes.

Hugs noted how the witch couldn't help but stare while they chatted. “So you’re both in an open relationship as well? Hot~!” Slowly she opened her thighs to expose her pink flower. A tight slit decorated by a curly bush welcomed her inside.

Beatrix swallowed hard, looked at her partner from the corner of her eye, who offered a nod. Enthralled, the witch knelt and lowered her face to the hippie's mound, Hugs using a couple fingers to spread open her puffy pink pussy. Tree leaned back and leaked her nectar down her puckered asshole as Beatrix began to devour her flower hungrily, the air filled with noisy laps.

She sucked and pulled on the hippie's meaty cunt lips, rewarded by her moans and wiggle of her hips when she pressed her fuzzy womanhood into her face. She parted her slit with her tongue, swished and swirled it deep inside, lapped and licked up the twat nectar that filled her mouth and ran over her lips and chin. Beatrix's hazy eyes stared up at her, over the hippie's plush tits.

“Fucking rad,” murmured Hugs, who fluttered her eyelashes when she rested a hand possessively atop her scalp and pushed her into her muff. From her bandana, she removed a phone, captured a close-up view of Beatrix eating her out, and set it to record. “Hope you don't mind,” she said and the witch shook her head. “Good. Can't wait to watch this later with Flutters...”

Lady Ewe flushed, unable to deny how steamy the scene was, feeling a stir in her loins from the show. Then, a yelp of surprise arose as someone lifted her heavy hoodie from behind, pendulous breasts spilling out into clawed hands.

Behind her came Fluttershy, who pressed her own voluptuous nude shape to the sheep. “Easy, big girl,” murmured Shy who breathed hotly in her ear. “I won’t bite you…too hard~”

“W-wait! There are sae many people around. We might get cauu-uuaah~!” Began Oona, who moaned once those fingers pinched and tugged at her fat nipples. Fluttershy snickered, stretching her leather wings alongside her ample frame to further limber herself up for the main event.

“I don’t think you seem to mind,” Shy pointed out, taking in Oona’s moist scent with her nostrils. “Might have been anticipating this, even. Getting all riled up at the thought of being fucked in public~? You're almost as naughty as we are!”

Confident that the shaman wouldn't protest further, she proceeded to bounce and grab a handful of Oona’s tits, earning more moans and coos from the sage. She nibbled on the shaman's neck, threatened to break the skin, lowered to her pants to try and tug them down, exposing her luscious backside which bounced into view.

“W-wouldn’t be th’ first time a stranger snuck up on me like this,” Oona panted huskily. “Ah hope ye plan tae eat me, vampire~!”

“Only when you’ve earned it, my delicate little lamb~” Shy murmured, plopping her own wide ass on the counter next to her lover. She beckoned the shaman with a wave, a phone in her own hand ready to record her own close-up once her new toy settled down to service her. She, too, rested her hand atop the woman's head when she started to eat her out, then added to the chorus of ravenous moans that echoed.

“Another successful hunt, babe,” teased Hugs with a wink, drool on the corner of her lip as her holes were explored. “Oh yeah, right there!”

One couple relaxed while the other worked them over, hit every tender spot in their warm, wet crevices. They slathered and explored the lower funholes presented to them, faces painted bright pink, determined to get them off by any means.

Spurred on by the show given by the pussy eaters, it didn't take long before Hugs squealed and squirted into Beatrix's mouth. Messy spurts repeatedly splashed down her chin and landed on her tits as she continually worked her over.

Burning with her own arousal from the raw sight, Shy soon came too, until she similarly filled and drenched her partner's mouth. Finally, the pair of them withdrew and rose with a lick of their wet lips. Hugs asked, “Aaaah~! That, like, hit the spot. Want us to return the favour, babes?”

“N-no, thank you,” replied Beatrix with a dismissive wave. “Don't want to miss the show!”

“I'm sure several delights still await us,” panted Oona, who quickly pulled her sweater back on, cautiously looking around for anyone who might have been watching. Before departing, Hugs and Shy took a few saucy pictures of the travelling duo, who posed for them. With all that said and done, it was time to go see B.A.B.E in person!

“Catch you later, love birds,” said the hippie, waving at them while she and Shy went off to continue their exhibition. The vampiress tittered and smacked her lips, immediately pounced on her lover and started to pepper her bitten breasts in possessive and kisses, ready to nibble on the tender meat that wobbled under her lusty attack.

She crawled atop her while Lady Ewe took Beatrix's hand, and they met in their own small kiss before they marched out the restroom, past the security who separated to admit their exit.

Beatrix asked in a whisper, “You think Shy hypnotized them...?”

“Perhaps. But Ah trust she has no intention tae harm them. Tree Hugger will keep her honest,” noted her mentor.

After that little dalliance, they hurried back to the concert proper. Again the pair were hit by all the noise and light that flashed through the chamber. It appeared there was an intermission as a countdown to the next show flashed overhead.

The duo pushed close as they could to the stage. Darkness slowly befell the arena, and the music died away, surrounded by the crowds that cheered, whistled, and chanted the band's name.

"B.A.B.E! B.A.B.E! B.A.B.E!"

A creak sounded overhead once the top of the arena started to slowly open like a flower in bloom, the starry skies and pallid moon unveiled, that helped illuminate the dimness below.

Their hold tightened when the couple pressed closer and felt the tickle of the cool nocturnal air.

Suddenly a whoosh sounded, and a silhouette repeatedly sped across the moon, momentarily eclipsed the full orb. Then, as the mysterious object zoomed closer, the mob's jubilation absolutely exploded, a small liquid metal jet soon made visible. Astride it was B.A.B.E.S. bandleader, the double of Cerise Silhouette, her dark shapeliness clad solely in neon light curtains that tantalized far more than their flashes concealed.

She threw up her arms and shouted, “Welcome to our show, everyone!” Kisses were blown at her fans as the jet dipped, allowing her to flip and land the stage. She deftly touched down, winked, and playfully shook her hips with a laugh. "For those who've only arrived, I am Eclipsed Heart!"

The ship looked like it was about to land, but instead shifted to raw liquid metal and transformed into a motorcycle that sped off into the dark. Yet within moments, it zoomed back, this time with a rider atop it, a tigress woman similarly clad in naught but body paint over her thin coat of white fur. Her pitch black mane was drawn into two small buns. Gracefully she burst into a tumble off the bike, landed beside the bandleader with her own mischievous bow to more cheers. "And you can call me Wispy Willow!"

Beatrix took a moment to study the band members. Eclipsed Heart, a stage name, cast a twinkle in her neon hot pink eyes when she cheerfully weaved before her fans and then broke into the chorus of one of her latest hits.

She appeared even shapelier than her counterpart, her neon pink mane down and left to swish behind her movements. A microphone tossed to her by Wispy twirled in her small hand. Pink hearts surrounded her nipples, decorated her bouncy black buttocks, which she shook.

The tigress abyssinian Wispy Wilow, also danced. A thin pale white white fur coat, large eyes scarlet, and dense mane black complimented the beauty. To demonstrate her namesake, she summoned multiple spheres of brilliant lights that shimmered and playfully danced above the crowds, who stared up at bouncy, plasma orbs.

Lastly, the liquid metal motorcycle shifted once more, transmuted like alchemy when another denuded woman fully stretched out. Golden fur decorated the fox-like woman, her hair a rusty color when she rose to face the mob. "I am Kitsune," she announced herself by her title. "Kitsune, the Nine-Tailed Kunoichi." Said manifold tails swished above shapely, muscular buttocks, as she stood tallest and boldest of the three.

More cheers exploded from the fanbase. The threesome started to dance, surrounded by a sudden pulse of music that erupted from speakers around them. Eclipsed Heart began to croon in her chirpy, high-pitched voice, while her bandmates put on a playful, choreographed mock fight. Willow surrounded herself with a swarm of plasma orbs she summoned, whereas Kitsune fired up a familiar plasma saber.

The beam sword had been given to the kunoichi by Sunset Shimmer, after she decided to retire from the mercenary troupe. A whir and flash of illumination arose each time Wispy pirouetted and cartwheeled to avoid her precise strokes, met by chants that boomed from the audience.

“What a show,” called Beatrix, whose eyes widened as holograms blew up the action on a stage further. They were offered a view of the action that loomed over the arena, the female pop band blown up to hover over everyone.

“Saucy enough tae sate you, Ceann Oga?” Teased Oona, who boldly patted her lover’s plush butt.

Beatrix smiled and enthusiastically nodded. Over the hours, more pop music filled the building, and sometimes Kitsune would shift back into a motorcycle to let Wispy or Eclipse ride her around. Likewise, she would shift back into a ship that was also ridden, where it raced above the heads of the masses. Small, colorful spheres continued to playfully bob above the interior.

Soon the combatants took their battle to the air like they were on wires, not that Beatrix could make out any. The special effects were akin to magic, perhaps they were for all she knew. After all, advanced technology appeared indistinguishable from magic, after what she'd encountered! After the Elements of Harmony activated, perhaps this was a fusion of the two...?

There were flashes and sparks. Pyres of neon flames erupted across the stage with a hiss. Beatrix was reminded of travels with her mother, the show not unlike a circus act, the band able to perform death-defying stunts with practiced ease that made their many fans roar in celebration.

Beatrix mentally took notes, ready to inscribe this latest crazy adventure back at her mansion!

Finally, when dawn started to break, the show wound down. Some of the attendees were visibly exhausted. The sun began to creep up and envelope the arena. B.A.B.E. took a final, cheerful bow before the trio exited behind the curtains.

“Time to put these passes to use,” quipped Beatrix, who flashed the slips into her hand.

Lady Ewe softly chuckled. “Goodness, yer so full ov energy tonight! A’m not sure Ah can keep up~.” She wrapped an arm around her waist when they approached security, who, after a quick glance at the passes, allowed them into the restricted area.

Within moments the separation parted, and the couple made their way towards the very back...