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

Beatrix, Oona, and B.A.B.E all watched as Sixth Measure gathered their audience. Some people cheered, others protested. But needless to say, the boys put an end to the violent outburst for the time being, since even the hostile Halloween Party and the deadly Komodo stopped trying to kill each other, also drawn to the spectacle.

The cameras focused on Bass, his image showing up on the titan trons. “I’d like to go off the record to state that we do not always crash parties like this,” he began, his microphone projecting his voice through the speakers.

“I dunno. This is, like, what? The third or fourth time we’ve had to break up a riot?” Alto asked snarkily.

“It’s almost like it’s becoming a recurring problem that someone’s been turning a blind eye,” Tenor added, mockingly stroking his chin in thought.

“Oh, would you fucking get on with it?!” Wispy Willow shouted at them, baring her fangs in a shrill hiss. “If you haven’t noticed, people are injured and possibly dying out here! All you’re doing is milking up the opportunity!”

“Easy there, cool cat,” the rockstar purred. “People wouldn’t have to go through this crap if the higher-ups weren’t money-grubbing asshats.”

“Exactly our point,” Bass nodded, his hoverboard gliding closer near the crowd, so the singer was head level. “We’re at each other’s throats when the real enemy is up there, looking down at us!” He pointed towards the highest skyscraper far in the distance, where President Spike was situated. This got the crowd to boo in unison. “Politicians, corporations, hell, it’s hard to tell them apart nowadays! You’re down here, struggling to make a living without fear of disease or robbery, while they enjoy their cozy little lives, filling their proverbial pockets!”

Alto hovered by his brother’s side. “You might not like us or our music. And that’s fine! But we gotta stand up for each other and fight back! Look at how inhospitable downtown is! Do you know why gang wars between the Halloween Party and Komodo’s are so common? Because our ‘masters’ won’t share the resources or space we need to thrive! Instead, they send their officers and guns to tell you to shut up!”

“Yeah, fuck the police!!” One Halloween Party member declared, earning a chant from his posse. And even a few reptoids.

Tenor dropped down to add, “So instead of shouting, screaming at each other, let’s join our voices together! This is more than stopping pollution or cleaning the ocean. This is about fighting for what’s right! And while we’re on the topic of secrets,” he passed a glance towards the two ‘rival’ girl-bands. “President Spike has a lot of skeletons in his closet.”

Alto said, “Pft. The man says he’ll make change happen? Well, let us show you what ‘change’ looks like!”

“Be warned,” Bass interjected. “What you’re about to see is very disturbing. So for the faint of heart, turn away now. But this is what truth looks like. Roll the footage!”

Their platform whirred and projected a hologram amidst the masses, playing a scene. The room only had a spotlight overhead, casting a shadow of a man locked in some complex mechanical device. And then an all too familiar voice echoed through the digital feed.

“LOG ENTRY: 024 DATE: 07/02/XX. PROJECT: ROVER. SUBJECT: 15. ANALYSIS: Subject remains cooperative and docile for this experiment. After taking a blood sample, his cells have proven responsive to my chemical formula with surprisingly little drawback. Perhaps he will be the lucky candidate to survive the transmutation?”

“Oh no, that’s..!” Oona gasped.

“Varys…” Beatrix muttered, recalling the masked Vice Lord who had helped engineer the current crisis. The crowd grew active again, voicing their discomfort and fear while the cyber demon’s voice continued.

“Everything is ready. Shall we commence with the trial, President Spike?”

“Yes,” his voice spoke through, causing the masses to collectively cry out in a fury. “Proceed.”

Buttons were pressed as the tubs connecting to the helmet started filling with corrosive gas, fogging the glass visor. Then, the subject began to violently twitch and panic, struggling to remove the contraption sealing his face. As his limbs contorted, machinery, wires, and pipes began to expand his mass, reconstructing his body into a mechanical abomination that screeched with pure agony. Finally, the newly made monster launched at the camera, cutting the feed.

The audience yelled in horror at what they witnessed. Kitsune and Wispy were just as openly appalled, similar experiments performed on them by an unknown organization, with Eclipsed Heart covering her mouth to prevent herself from puking. Bass rose back up to calm everyone down.

“I know it’s fucked up, and I’m so sorry we had to show you this,” he said with a mournful expression. “But that’s the kind of man that’s running this city!”

“No sane person would allow a madman to run freely. But he did,” Tenor reminded. “And if we don’t do something, who’s to say there won’t be another ‘Varys’? Are we gonna let another scientist kidnap and use us as his guinea pigs?!”

“NO!” Everyone cried out.

“Damn straight!” Alto encouraged, riling the crowd more with anger. “Which is exactly why we need to kick that dragon off his mountain!”

“YEAH!!”

The trio of debonair boys motioned a camera to show off the crowd of angry citizens, before focusing on Bass’s face. “President Spike, I know you have eyes and ears everywhere, so listen up! There’s more footage where that came from that we’ll gladly show at our next venue tomorrow night! So if you truly give a damn about these people, you’ll do the right thing.”

“You have until then to publicly denounce your seat,” Alto warned. “Step down, or we’ll have no choice but to expose everything you’ve done!”

“We are the voice of the voiceless!” Tenor proclaimed. “And we won’t be silenced anymore by your-”

The moment the threat was made, a laser fired to destroy the camera, nearly grazing the boys.

They turned to see Spike’s personal military arriving in a rush of booted feet. An officer ordered another shot, more primsmatic beams fired towards Sixth Measure. Instinctively, Beatrix raised an invisible barrier that deflected the shots that shimmered in the dark. “What the-” She turned to the masked and armored police who moved in, threatening to stamp out anyone who opposed their president’s regime.

“Oh, real mature move here, Spike!” Alto angrily spat. “Gotta send your ‘big bad military’ to handle the complaints about you!”

“Alto, shut up!!” Tenor whispered harshly.

“Yeah, you’re gonna get someone killed!” Bass berated.

“No, fuck that! If he’s too much of a pussy to come down himself, then I’m calling his ass out!” The male singer turned to his building, flipping his middle fingers at it, and shouted. “HEY! COME GET THESE HANDS, YOU FUCKING COWARD!!”

“... I hate to say it, but he’s spitting facts,” admitted Wispy, nibbling on her lip.

“This was not a wise decision,” Kitsune agreed, shaking her head.

Then, Tenor spotted something that made him visibly pale, tugging at his brother’s pant leg. “Uhm… Is that a…”

Alto looks down the lane to see a black tank rolling in, forcing the crowds to fall back. His eyes widened.

“... Oh shit!”

An officer climbed atop it, shouting from a megaphone, “Throw down your weapons and turn yourselves in, or else we’re authorized to use lethal force!”

“Suck my dick,” shouted back a Halloween Party member who hurled a Molotov at him, setting the top of the vehicle on fire.

Once more, violence exploded. The riots resumed, albeit this time most of it was concentrated on the militarized police who tried to enforce order, even if it meant the suppression of the various bands and civilians present. More hover tanks and helicopters moved in, droves of backup arriving to demonstrate the full force of the president’s might.

“Protect the bystanders,” instructed Kitsune, who leaped into action, her beam saber extending in a flash. She intercepted a chopper, somehow able to defy gravity when she flipped upside-down and clung to the bottom, cutting open the door and knocking out the pilot with a blow from the hilt.

Wispy blinked at the sight. “...how does she do that? Ugh, nevermind! Gotta help!” Her hands and forked tails built up plasma balls, aware they could melt down even that sturdy tank if necessary. Only Eclipsed remained inactive, frozen by indecision. Unlike the sisters, was the popstar princess really ready to go rogue..?

Her decision was made when she spotted an armed officer aim their weapon at a lone reptoid, backed in a corner with their hands up. Soulful eyes glaring, Eclipsed skated into action, palm raised to half-freeze an officer in crystalline. “What’s wrong with you?! Can’t you see innocent people are about to be hurt? Tell the President-”

“WATCH OUT!!”

A shell landed near Eclipsed, who braced herself against the blast. Suddenly, someone zipped by to pull her out of the fiery explosion. She glanced up to see Bass, carrying her in his arms while piloting his hoverboard back to the platform.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his tangerine eyes full of concern.

Blushing, she replied, “I-I am, thanks! O-oh, but you’re hurt!”

He winced, his arm badly burned and leaking blood. Weakly laughing, the leader singer assured, “J-just a scratch. But, you better go, your team needs you!”

“R-right!” The diva nodded, letting her rescuer place her down before she skated away to join Kitsune and Wispy. Then, spotting a nearby water cooler, Bass hesitantly approached it.

Lady Ewe was busy helping people evacuate the area when she spotted the older debonair boy and his wounded arm. The shaman was about to offer her assistance before she noticed something that made her pause. As Bass ran the water to clean off the blood, aquatic scales faintly shimmered beneath the rushing liquid.

“What in the world..?” Before she could further examine him, another explosion happened, whipping her wooly hair about, pulling her back to help Beatrix raise more barriers.

“Pft! That tickles,” chuckled Riptide Ruth, using her rough hide to brush off the blows. Yet, while she might be able to tank bullets, she knew a laser would slice right through her, while her shark jaws stripped the armor from the police.

“Help out B.A.B.E.,” hollered Carrion when she dove by and plucked weapons straight out of her enemy’s hands with her metal talons.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” hissed Obrya, sticking by her alligator boyfriend Dillon as the rest of the Komodo rallied up.

“Alright, boys,” Raff said, slicking his claws through his mohawk of feathers. “Let’s show these privileged assholes we aren’t to be fucked with! Give ’em hell!”

Hisses and roars rose from the gang of lizards before they retaliated against the armed forces. Obrya slammed down her tail to pin down the officers. Her fangs bit into unarmored troops, careful to apply doses of poison that would paralyze, not kill. Another shell was fired from the tank, only for Dillon to intercept it with his jaws. Spitting the bullet out, he snarled, “Enough!”

The gator man ran at the vehicle with thunderous stomps, bullets bouncing off his thick, leathery hide. His muscles expanded as he lifted the heavy tank off the ground, hoisting it over his shoulders, much to the amazement of his crew.

“Oh shit! Retreat! Retreat!!” Officers ran away as Dillon let out a mighty roar before tossing the military their own tank, exploding on impact. Other reptoids rushed through the streets on motorbikes, clubbing enforcers with bats and pipes. Some even allowed a few Halloween Party members to ride with them, rivalries momentarily forgotten, united in a shared hatred for authorities who suppressed them.

Bass joined his brothers back on their hover ship, clinging to his injured arm. “Fuck...! I told mom it was a bad idea to leak the footage early!”

“This only did more harm than good,” Tenor agreed, applying alcohol to cauterize the wound before wrapping a bandage. “I feel so awful..!”

“Yeah, well, it’s not like she’d listen to us,” Alto grimly huffed, gazing down at the carnage below. “Nothing more can be done. Let’s just hope the president realizes this has gone too far…”

With the inferno spreading across downtown, the rest of the city would undoubtedly watch through the various cameras stationed around the area…

*****

...which President Spike and his secretaries had been doing from the comfort of his office. He slammed a fist onto the desk, causing it to crack under the impact. “How the fuck did those little shits get that footage!?” He shouted before tapping into his earpiece. “I don’t care what it takes. I want Sixth Measure arrested! NOW!!”

“Spike darling,” said Rarity, who brushed his arm. “This isn’t the way to settle this! All you’re doing is making the resistance worse!”

“It might be already too late to fix this,” noted Sassy Saddles, her arms folded when she watched the riots play out. “This was bound to happen eventually…”

“Surely, there’s something we can do to make amends,” said Coco Pommel, who frowned.

“It doesn’t matter,” bitterly spat Spike. “Sixth Measure has smeared my image completely! And now B.A.B.E., S.L.U.T., and a bunch of gangs are consorting with those punks! Maybe it’s time assemble what's left of B.A.B.S. and-”

“Make them assault their old friends?” Rarity shook her head and pointed. “Beatrix and Oona were down there, too...”

“Filthy traitors,” he hissed, as smoke poured from his nostrils.

“They’re trying to protect bystanders,” reminded Coco. “Is this any way to prove to them you’ve changed? If you allow this to continue, you’ll be an even bigger monster than Varys..!”

Spike puffed his chest before letting out a tired sigh, clutching his head. “I should have known better than to trust that cyborg!! I wanted to make the world better! If only I could go back…”

“Shhh… Relax,” Sassy said soothingly, planting her hands on his shoulders and easing him into his seat. “We’ll take care of this...somehow.” She turned to a monitor that picked up a transmission. “Hello, you’ve reached President Spike’s office. We’re in a crucial meeting, currently, so please call-”

“I can tell by your tone that you’re lying to me,” came a mature woman’s voice. “So if you know what’s good for your president, you’ll patch me through immediately.” Despite her reservations, Sassy allowed the voice call in, and the voice in question appeared on the monitor.

She wore a white captain’s uniform coat and dress pants, complete with a sailor’s cap. Her long silver hair cascaded behind her form with stripes of faded tangerine. Rhinestone eyes shined under a stern expression.

“W-wait,” Sassy observed. “Isn’t that..?”

“Mezzo Soprano!?” Rarity clamored, eyes wide like saucers.

“You mean the famed opera singer from long ago who swayed a million hearts with just her voice alone?” Coco asked.

“The very same,” the woman confirmed.

“EeeEEEEEEEHH~!!”

Spike grumbled at his secretary’s excitement before glaring at the monitor, demanding, “What do you want?”

“I want what the people want,” Mezzo stated, crossing her legs together while sitting in her lounge chair. “Freshwater to drink. A better place to live. Some actual change that’ll benefit the city. But clearly, your interests only lie within yourself and your public image. So I arranged for my boys to help give you the spotlight.”

“Your boys?! Are you their manager?”

“I’m their mother,” she corrected, smirking vainly. “Is it not a parent’s goal to see their children succeed where they couldn’t in their youth? I raised them to be not just talented singers, but revolutionary advocates to those who yearn for peace.”

“Peace!? They threatened me with blackmail!” The dragon growled, fists clutching tightly.

“And your response was violence. Costing innocents their lives and homes,” Mezzo reminded, raising a skeptical brow. “Had you simply catered to the people instead of hiring that scientist, none of this would be happening? You are the only one to blame for your own undoing, Spike. Therefore, would it not be wiser than to remove yourself from power?”

“I ask again, Miss Soprano,” the president said through clenched teeth. “What do you want?”

With a titter, the former opera singer said, “I’d like to settle this dispute privately and civilly. Perhaps a dinner date would suffice? Do this, and I’ll cancel Sixth Measure’s upcoming protest concert tomorrow night.”

Aware that he had few options left, Spike hesitated only a moment before he nodded back. “Very well. Name a time and place, then send me the details.”

“We’ll keep in touch,” Mezzo said as she ended the call. Spike hung his head and sighed, unsure what he had just agreed to. Would it be better if he just gave up his presidency?

“You’re stressed, dear,” noted Rarity, smiling sadly at him. “Perhaps we can help with that?” He lifted his head, eyes drawn to their heavy breasts, barely concealed by clingy thin silk gowns that revealed supple, pendulous side cleavage.

“It has been a while,” cooed Coco. “And it would distract from all this senseless violence~!”

Sassy shrugged and started to undo the back of her dress. “Oh, very well.” She was the first to let her garments fall, completely naked underneath, whereupon Rarity and Coco were swift to disrobe and tend to him. They undid his pants and fished out a trio of ridged, pink, and moist dragon cocks...one for each of them, one of many ‘enhancements’ he’d made to his person.

They sank to their knees before the presented, half-erect shafts, started to kiss and stroke them to fullness. Spike whimpered and quivered when they began to take his tools into their warm, wet mouths and bobbed their heads up and down.

His secretaries were loyal to him, despite all he’d done. He stroked their silky manes, twitched and throbbed in their luscious lips.

Velvet, pendulous tits brushed his thighs while they worked him over. His clawed hands tightened on their scalps and pushed them into his lap, where he met their half-lidded, hazy eyes, their faces adorned in bright blushes.

Smoke poured from his flared nose when they kissed, sucked, and pulled on his swallowed meat, tongues and throats filled by viscous precum that fired from his shafts in preparation to properly seed his voluptuous horde.

Lost to base instinct, Spike nor his lovers hardly noticed when his clothes shredded and exploded from his lean body, wiry muscles developed into a more masculine bulk. Growls rose from the pit of his molten belly, his slit eyes turned white when wings sprang out his back, and a spaded tail atop his chiseled buttocks, which reached around to swat the asses of his lusty lovers.

They mewled when his spade started to trace between their inner thighs, soaked with feminine lubrication, and he started to poke at their inflamed snatches. Then, finally, a roar escaped his cauldron of a stomach as his swollen balls churned and his dragon cocks swelled further.

His palms shoved down Sassy and Coco balls deep into his groin, holding them there, while his tail did the same to Rarity in the middle; their eyes widened when the first surge of his massive load ballooned out their cheeks. Unable to swallow down all his cum in time, the excess volume exploded out their nostrils, left to bubble and swing where it escaped in a violent rush.

Grunts came when he continued to hose down their throats and fill their heated bellies, which started to swell slightly under his warm, virile seed. The women gagged and coughed, their throats pushed out under his enlarged cocks, which blocked their airways. Tears filled their eyes, yet the scent of his musk turned pain to pleasure once they started to squirt with him.

By the time he finally let them be and pulled out, his dicks continued to unload all over their heads, faces, and tits. They hacked and wheezed and swallowed down more of his drippy spunk, their mascara runny while he hosed them down.

Trails of spit and semen still connected their lips to his shafts when a measure of sanity returned to the feral Spike. “What...happened?”

Rarity licked her lips. “You transformed, darling. It looks like Beatrix’s magic has affected you, too.” Despite how rough he had been, she and her companions couldn’t deny they enjoyed it; the evidence all over and under the three nude women, soaked in his cum which bled down their curves and mixed into the pools of their own feminine nectar puddled below their pussies.

Coco huffed and traced his chest. “Y-you’re not done, are you?” She smiled and winked at him.

“Not by a longshot,” smirked Spike, who shot up, bent over Coco on the remains of his desk while she happily squealed, and shoved two of his cocks into her puckered pink asshole and twat, while his third tool rubbed across her mound and clit. Teeth clenched when he started to violently rail her, spurred on by the violence that played across the screen as he molested her tits and ass.

“You’ve become more of a stud,” admitted Sassy, whose thighs spread when Rarity went down on her. “Oh...ah...yes...” Thanks to these artificial bodies, their sex drives had been enhanced, not to mention their pleasure centers.

One last bask in hedonism before he met up with Mezzo Soprano. Was it a trap to capture or assassinate him? No, he somehow doubted that, as his thrusts caused Coco’s plush pale buttocks to bounce and slap beneath his muscled masculinity. He yanked her mane, landed a spank on one of her asscheeks, which wobbled and was marked by an angry red claw print as she moaned and squirmed on tools that speared her.

“Beatrix’s magic,” he murmured, and watched the witch on a monitor from his side-eye while he continually railed Coco. She and Varys had forever altered this world, for better and worse.

Would he have to deal with her and Oona, too...?

Groaning, he unloaded into his impaled lover, who shook and squirted all over him; her tummy swelled up more. Halfway finished, he withdrew from her gaped, drippy lower holes and fired more all over her back and ass, which gleamed under his glaze that dripped down her contours. A mark to remind her that like all his secretaries she was his to claim alone, much like this city!

No one would take what he'd earned from him! Not protestors, not the gangs, and certainly not travelers from some alternate universe!