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

Lines of hovercrafts zoomed by as Beatrix gazed out the cab window. So many sights to see and with so little time! She turned to meet Rebel Spike's grin, which was shared when he looked over his shoulder. “Want to know a secret?” He asked the witch, who nodded enthusiastically.

The driver tapped a few buttons before letting go of the wheel, the cab continuing its direction. “These days, cars can pretty much drive themselves, thanks to the tech these sick A.I. companies developed. I'm hardly needed here!”

After a few more taps, the seats that divided the interior reclined back to make the interior roomier. Oona yelped as their seats shifted back and formed into a bed. “This is in case I need a nap,” he explained. “Or if I feel a bit...risque~.”

“Ooh~! Quite ingenious, I must admit,” cooed Beatrix, licking her plump lips.

“Right now!? While we’re still in traffic?” Lady Ewe blushed, eyes looking back to the stream of vehicles passing by. Despite how advanced and secure the cab looked, this didn’t seem safe at all!

“Don’t worry,” Beatrix insisted, waving her attire away with magic (minus her fingerless gloves and heeled boots.) “I trust Spike to not put us in harm’s way. Isn’t that right~?”

“We’re totally fine! I’ve done this a dozen times,” he admitted with a wolfish smirk, eyes dancing along the violet unicorn’s ample curves and enhanced breasts. Rebel Spike then cast a glance over the heavily plump sheep and said, “C’mon, Oona! Unwind and let me take care of you~!”

Oona’s entire face became red at the suggestion, yet she couldn’t deny how hot the idea was. She gazed worryingly to Beatrix, who fluttered her eyelashes at her lover. Then, with a sigh, the azure sheep nodded and scooted over as Spike climbed on top of the witch. He ripped his shirt open to bare his toned chest, giving Beatrix plenty of eye candy before their mouths captured each other. Her supple thighs jiggled when they spread to accept him, legs lifted up high when he firmly seized her ankles.

Wiggling her finger, Beatrix unzipped Spike’s pants and tugged them down until his half-erect cock flopped free and slapped onto her bare pussy. He prodded at her moist slit, forced the velvety lips wide open, drove himself balls deep while they continued to noisily make out. Groans rose when he started to pound her puffy puss.

Girly goo dripped from her tight slit down her puckered asshole each time her ass cheeks impacted under his skewers. Tufts of thin fur started to sprout from his pores as his eyes lost their color, the sound of bones creaking and flesh warping sounding around them when he let the beast free. He grew taller, bulkier, more muscular, transmuted into his werewolf shape.

Hot drool dribbled over her bouncing breasts, his cock swelling to a massive knot that expanded and stretched her heated interior. She mewled and came on the spot, splashed his sticky groin as he impaled her like an angry animal. Veins rippled across his furry musculature, clothes completely shredded away, his furry, muscled buttocks drawn taut when he humped into her.

Oona found herself unable to look away, as whatever worries of a car crash were replaced with her lover getting dogged down. Her hands groped her pillowy chest, her loins moistening up to the point that her pants were unbearable. Using the same magic trick, she waved her bottoms off to finger at her moist pussy, quietly moaning as the scene carried out.

Reduced to pure wolfish instinct, Spike momentarily couldn't see the unicorn as anything more than his bitch, one who needed to be appropriately bred. His long tongue licked up her tits and nipples, which wobbled and smacked back into place. His testicles slapped against her pink asshole, slicked by her own juices that settled into the clenched ring of raw flesh.

His claws raked over her ample flesh, poked and kneaded at her, the air-filled by wet squishes and squelches as the interior shook under the weight and force of the beast's thrusts. She shamelessly moaned, losing track of how often she came.

With a final, savage plunge that drove him past her cervix and into her womb, he cast back his head and howled. Repeated spurts impacted her slippery uterus walls, made her cry out as her belly swelled out from the excess spunk that sloshed in her feminine core.

Her entire body quaked, and her toes curled in her boots, almost knocked unconscious under a fresh orgasm while the dominant werewolf claimed his submissive bitch. Beatrix panted and heaved her tits, coming down alongside the former punk as he emptied his swollen balls.

“M-mah goodness~!” Lady Ewe groaned, her own slit gushing with fem cum, staining her fingers. “H-hard tae imagine no one's noticed how much this cab’s been shakin’! You two are insatiable!”

“To be fair, it might be due to my connection to the Necronomicon,” reminded Beatrix, who smirked in a dopey manner. “Wanted me to breed a vessel for the Demiurge with my father, Shining Armor. Before Zeloph happened, he was the only one who could impregnate me.”

She hadn't chosen this, driven by sex almost to nymphomaniac levels, surpassed only by a boundless curiosity she couldn't fulfill. Much like her, Rebel Spike had been a supernatural anomaly in this futuristic world, displaced from his own. Magic returned after the Elements of Harmony reactivated momentarily, evidenced by how Lady Ewe now sported curled horns and fancy runes that adorned her flesh. This was likely another result of interference in this realm.

Spike cupped her cheek as he partly retook his human shape and asked, “H-hey, I wasn't too rough, was I? I kinda lost myself there...”

“You kidding? I loved it~!” She kissed him, quivering around that swollen knot still trapped inside her, the one part of him that hadn't changed back. The meaty cock conformed her warm, wet interior to suit it, as she leaked his seed mixed with her release over her anus.

By the time the vehicle reached its destination, his knot had finally softened enough to withdraw from her clenched cunt with a lewd ‘pop.’ Gaped and pink, it drooled out a slurry of their mixed secretions and pooled under her plush bottom.

Fortunately, he simply smiled at the mess and planted a few playful pats on her bouncy butt to show his affection when she started to rise up.

“Here we are,” he announced. “President Spike awaits! Don't worry, I called ahead!”

After the three made themselves presentable, they exited the parked car. President Spike and his closest allies watched over the capital from a skyscraper that towered above all others. Rebel Spike waved them off as they approached the entrance, ready to make the next rounds.

A metallic plume shone in the sunlight, the cybernetic replacements connected to Rainbow Dash, who sailed down to meet them. “Yo! Welcome back!” She greeted with a wide smirk. “It’s great to see you! Cool horns, by the way,~!”

“Thank ye kindly,” chuckled Oona, bowing her head.

“Nice to see you again, too,” answered Beatrix, who adjusted her hat. “We've come to see President Spike! Could you lead the way?”

“Sure! But first, I wanna show you what you helped make possible!” There was a metallic shift as the metal plume folded back, and from beneath unfurled a downy, natural plume, a few feathers scattered in the wind. “Pretty cool, huh? Thought I'd lost these forever the last time I attempted a Sonic Rainboom. They're still too weak to fly, but given enough time...”

“They're beautiful,” observed the shaman who brushed over one. “But really, it wasn’t just us. We couldn’t have saved this world wit’out ye.”

Beatrix and her partner followed her inside the building into an elevator that closed behind them. “So, you work security now? Suits you.” She noted the flier's form-fitted dark blue attire, perfectly molded to her lithe, athletic form.

“Yeah, I wasn't certain what to do with myself after the chaos ended.” A momentary pained expression crossed Dash's face while they rode upwards, still disappointed that Shy had chosen a life with Hugs, rather than with her. For a moment, the only sound was the elevator muzak that played overhead, but she broke the awkwardness with a chuckle. “Almost there!”

A ding sounded on their arrival at the topmost floor, where the doors slid open to President Spike's office that overlooked the cityscape. The skinny but toned man in question sat at his desk in a sharp purple suit, emerald eyes like slits.

Around him, his secretaries turned lovers went about their business, Rarity, Sassy Saddles, and Coco Pommel were swathed in elegant dresses that conformed to their contours.

“Come on in,” said Spike. “I figured my other half would lead you two this way eventually!”

“Welcome back darlings,” greeted Rarity, who smiled. “Please, make yourselves comfortable! Can we get either of you anything?”

“We're fine, thank ye.” Lady Ewe and Beatrix settled into the chairs they were directed towards. “Actually, we came in hopes ye could shed mair light on this phenomena spreading ‘round th’ city.” She tapped one of her horns.

“Yes, well, I’m afraid the supernatural isn't my vocation. So I don't know that much more than you,” Spike admitted. “But, from what I've observed, the results speak across the capital.”

A series of holographic images manifested in the air around them at the punch of a few buttons. On the displays they saw similar events, where civilians randomly worked magic unique to each of them, or were altered by it in various ways.

The results were mostly positive, as people adopted wings or horns to help weave simple spells. Yet there were cases where some used their new abilities for petty crime...or, in rare instances, were twisted into grotesque monsters.

“Oh no,” whispered Beatrix, who swallowed hard.

“Hey, I don't blame you. The Elements of Harmony made this possible and saved the city.” He pointed to a holographic monitor that showed the area where the cybernetic demon's saucer-like craft had once been buried. The torn-up earth revealed a vein-like, mystic leyline that intertwined through the planet. “We think this is the source, and It's leaking out into the world.”

“We’ve come to an impasse,” said Rarity, whose heels clicked on the floor at her approach. “Do we close it off forever, or let it continue unabated?”

“That’s a pretty tough decision,” admitted Beatrix who stared, unsure what to say.

“One you don't have to make,” promised Coco, casting the couple a sympathetic smile. “We'll take care of this, somehow! Don't worry!”

“I say we let it run its course,” added Sassy, whose eyes reflected the mystic vein that shimmered on the screen. “Sure, there will be consequences, but it allowed this world back to return to what it was meant to be. Before that Vice Lord interfered...”

Coco pursed her lips. “But what about all those poor people? Surely we can help out, somehow?”

“Already set up a task force,” answered Rainbow Dash. “In the meantime, if you want more answers, maybe Sunset Shimmer can help? She has her own library here and helps with lots of the research, so why not ask her what's up?”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Beatrix nodded, accepting a cup of tea from Coco and sipping on the steamy drink which settled in her belly.

“How’s th’ publicity, President Spike?” Oona asked. “Surely, ye’re doin’ better tae show th’ people ye have their best interests in heart?”

“I’m doing my best,” he confirmed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Some people have forgiven me and realized a lot of what happened was because of Varys. Though I still have many detractors. The most vocal being Sixth Measure…”

“As in...boy band Sixth Measure?!” Beatrix tilted her head, recalling a band by that name that performed for Cerise’s wedding.

The president nodded before bringing up a video that showcased one of their concerts. On stage was a trio of stallions dressed in fancy attire that gave each a distinctive style. A sea of fangirls were cheering for them, clamoring every synchronized dance step and move the handsome boys performed while singing.

“Alto, Bass, and Tenor,” Spike pointed each stallion out. “After the incident, they showed up overseas and became musical sensations within a few weeks. They’re a major hit with people due to their catchy songs, flashy moves, and inspiring lyrics. Not unlike our music group, B.A.B.E.”

“Not to mention they’re very easy on the eyes,” Rarity added in with a wink.

“You don’t say~,” Beatrix purred, already marveling over the handsome studs. One of which even had his well-cut torso and abs on display for the audience's viewing pleasure.

Even Oona was momentarily distracted by the pretty pop band before shaking her head. “Erm, sae why are they against ye?”

“They’re eco-activists,” Sassy affirmed, pulling up another video where they hosted a live event by the bay. “Sixth Measure are using their fame to draw attention towards the chemical pollution affecting the ocean nearby. A noble cause, no doubt! But one that also draws attention to the company’s unfortunate past…”

“To be fair, they’re completely justified,” Spike admitted, a twinge of guilt in his voice. “We did dump a lot of failed experiments and toxic waste into the rivers. And I can’t rule out the possibility of our water supply being affected. Some of these miscreants may be born from our irresponsibility and not just the U.F.O. I’d love nothing more than to invest resources into cleaning up the ocean! But that takes time and money we don’t have right now. And unfortunately, as their popularity grows, so does their impatience.”

“Oh dear,” the dream shepherd nodded. “That is quite vexin’.”

“Maybe there’s something we could do,” offered Beatrix. “Find a way to help the boys out without causing a riot.”

“Please do, if you can,” President Spike nodded. “Sorry we can’t be of more help.”

“Not tae worry,” Oona assured with a kind smile. “We’ll think ov somethin’. But we better get goin’.”

Beatrix rose with her lover and said, “Yeah! Thank you for your time!”

“I’ll lead the way out,” Rainbow Dash offered, escorting the couple back to the elevator.

A short ride later, and they exited into a dimly lit hall where the library awaited.

In these 'modern' times, physical media had fallen from favor. Most data was stored in tiny spaces and could be called up at will. Yet Sunset was a scholar dedicated to preserving books, surrounded by a mass of tomes and novels.

“Hey, Sunset,” called Dash, who waltzed into the room, where aisles were stocked by shelves upon shelves of perfectly preserved books.

“Shush,” replied Sunset playfully. “This is a library.” She approached with a book open in her hands, dressed in a form-fitted outfit like Dash's in red, more for comfort in her case since the pliable material made its wearer feel naked. “Oh! Hello there, I didn't expect company. Or this...” She approached the shaman and, with her permission, touched her curled horns.

“If you think that’s neat, get a load of this ~!” Beatrix tittered before pulling up Oona’s sweater to show off her rune-tattooed belly.

“G-Gaah! Ceann Oga!!” Yelped the sheepish shaman, her cheeks colored.

“Oooh, I see! Wow,” Sunset waved them over to the table before they each took a seat. “I've done a ton of research into this phenomenon. I take it you already saw the leyline? That’s likely what the Tree of Harmony tapped into before it died.”

Dash asked, “So do we move in and stop it?”

“Well, we can't let it run wildly out of control. On the other hand, it’d be bad to cut it off at the root. I think it's best if we head to the source and help cultivate it in the right direction.” Sunset rose from her seat. “I already sent Kitsune my plasma sabre. Not only because I’ve retired from the battlefield, but I don’t need it anymore. Observe!”

A translucent unicorn horn materialized on her forehead, similar to what Beatrix had done, and at the scholar's will, she summoned a hilt into her hand. It flared with ethereal energies that swirled rather than the laser-like saber of before.

Its colorful radiance illuminated them all and the dim interior. “I can also cast a few simple spells, so don't worry, I won't hold you back!”

“That’s awesome!” Whistled Dash, impressed. “Oh, by the way! I’ve already made contact with Babs Seed. She plans to come out of retirement and return here to support us in a few days.”

Oona asked, “Are ye sure you don’t need help?”

“Nah, we'll be fine! Besides, you two have a concert to hit, don't you? Rebel Spike gave me the deets before you got here,” replied Dash, who shot them a cheeky smirk. “Sadly, we can’t watch it in person. But I’m sure a streamer will broadcast a video! So knock 'em dead, you two!”

“Y-yes. Hopefully, Ah won’t choke,” Oona bashfully said.

Beatrix wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her close. “You won’t! You’re going to do great,” the witch encouraged before addressing Sunset and Dash. “Anyway, glad we could catch up! I know B.A.B.S. is disbanded, but I'm positive you can deal with whatever is thrown your way!”

Whatever reservations she had, Beatrix was confident that the pair had helped set this world back on track, thanks to their interference.

*****

A short time later, the couple returned to the Rebel Spike’s cab, which sped them back across the highways. It was late in the afternoon by now, and the first twinkles of the evening threatened to creep over the ride. The recent revelations had left them with much to think about, reminded of how each time they meddled with another realm in flux, its destiny was permanently altered.

The vehicle arrived on time, as the faint hints of darkness started to descend and the crowds came alive. Chants of “B.A.B.E.~!” Exploded from the 'Heartbreakers' that swarmed through the streets. Security welcomed the pair in, who directed them to a back entrance, where they hurried to meet up with the band members.

Within moments they shuffled into the dressing room. The three B.A.B.E. members had already stripped down as Kitsune carefully applied body paint to her striped sister's shapeliness.

“It’s almost time,” said Wispy, who shot them a toothy smirk. “You girls ready to strip, too~?”

Lady Ewe sucked in a heavy breath. “D-do we have tae be naked fur this...?” Met with a nod from Wispy, she swallowed hard, but she felt pressured to follow when Beatrix waved away her costume. So slowly, she peeled away her clothes.

“Relax! You won't be completely nude,” assured Eclipsed Heart, whose flesh was adorned by a painted-on, scant neon costume. Her ample assets wobbled with each moment, the princess of pop stars determined to dance up a storm!

“Hold still,” Kitsune instructed, applying the neon paint all over Beatrix's supple curvature.

“A-aah! It’s cold~!” Murmured Beatrix in a childish manner, closing her eyes and shivering under the delicate touch of the kunoichi's practiced palms.

Pretty soon, B.A.B.E. was ready to make its debut with its newest guest members. Their neon body paint glowed in the dark, and with Eclipsed Heart in the lead, the lovely band started to march towards the curtains. The couple clasped hands for support, aware they would not only be in front of a massive, live audience, but the show would be screened across the entire capital.

Cheers drowned out the hall. Colorful explosions announced B.A.B.E., whereupon the thump of music started to kick in from the speakers.

Assaulted by all sorts of stimulation, Lady Ewe paled, only comforted by Beatrix’s hand squeezing her own. They exchanged a shared smile as Eclipsed took a microphone and called, “Hey, heartbreakers~! We’re glad you could make it to tonight’s show! Because we’ve got some very special guests. Please, give a warm welcome to Beatrix Belladonna and Oona Ewe! Our heroes~!”

A thunderous uproar of cheers exploded at the announcement, the couple framed under spotlights. With a few playful pats on the butt by Wispy who snickered, they took a deep bow once the music started to kick in louder from the speakers and shook the area around them.

“Follow our lead,” mewled Wispy winked. “And feel free to improvise! The crowd will love it!”

“Mokugeki-sha,” said Kitsune, who leaped into the air and appeared to sail on it. The topmost portion of the concert hall started to open with loud creaks, and the kunoichi seemed to materialize twin blades from nowhere, she and her nine tails framed before the pallid moon.

Eclipsed started singing and dancing, aided by Wispy, who summoned up balls of light that bobbed above the masses to punctuate their performance. Managing to swallow down her stage fright, Oona started to harmonize a tune to the music, which had thankfully slowed down to match her style. Beatrix joined in, manifesting a horn while she cast illusions to support them.

Gasps rose from the crowd. Mythical creatures swept overhead, woven by an illusionist's craft.

It was claimed such beasts once swelled across the planet in ancient times, but any credible records or evidence of them were now lost.

“Damn! This is exciting,” admitted Beatrix, whose hands and horns shimmered when she worked.

“Knew you two would like it,” noted Wispy, who flicked the witch's pert posterior with her tail.

But, so caught up were the band in their performance, most of them failed to notice they were watched from above. The one exception was Kitsune, het narrowed eyes peered upward.

A rival band poised and prepared to crash the party, dead set to steal B.A.B.E.'s thunder.

Yet they too had been altered by science and mysticism, not to mention some of them were armed, as the cadre of mysterious assailants leaped and sailed down towards the stage...