In some corners of the 'Cyberverse', speed was king. A number of vehicles, some with various types of tires, others able to hover off the ground, machines tuned and expanded on in experimental ways by their owners, all in a competition to create the fastest, coolest, most stylish rides this Equestria had ever seen. While occasionally a racer built their rig with function in mind above all else, most attempted to make themselves stand out in flashy ways, addicted to the worship of the crowds. 'Illegal Street Racing' had been outlawed by the previous mayor, but with another one in place certain laws were rescinded or currently up-in-the-air, the ban on races in this sector included. Thus, the racers and their fans savored an opportunity that could soon be stolen away.
Engines roared and were revved up. Exhaust fumes filled the night air, the darkness pierced by neon lights and the moonlight. Tire tracks covered the winding roads of a highway that loomed above portions of the cityscape, framed in the background by skyscrapers that dwarfed the skies, a number of them lined with advertisements that continually flashed over the citizens packed in far below, blissfully unaware of the tire screeches and whiff of danger above.
A once abandoned building near the track had been repurposed into a garage, where racers tuned up their gear. One of these was Rainbow Dash, once the fastest flier in the land, before her wings had been clipped...and she'd later upgraded them with a cybernetic pair with a metallic sheen. Lean and toned in an athletic manner, she wore a form-fitted costume that left little to the imagination, close to a second skin that conformed to her lithe curves, a motorcycle helmet under one arm.
She smirked at the crowd of admirers that looked her way, a healthy mix of men and women, and unzipped the top of her attire, slowly slid it down so that her perky breasts almost popped out, bared her toned tummy and stopped her tease inches before she reached the crotch area. “Yeah, I'm awesome! There's no one hotter, cooler, or sexier than me, and I'll prove it when I win!”
She strutted about with a swivel of her lean hips and pert buttocks, and her barely hidden nipples poked into the latex attire, their pointy shape visible. She cast her rainbow, wild mane behind her, and offered fistbumps to those she passed on the way to recover her parked hoverbike.
Her machine wasn't like most of the vehicles stationed here. Neutral arbiters did a daily check on the machines used in the races, and hers had passed all the checks. Jets were placed on it for bursts of extra speed, which allowed her to zip by in a blur, with the downside that she temporarily wouldn't be able to control its momentum or movements...she'd seen a few racers try similar tricks, with disastrous results. “Crash and burn,” she mumbled and petted her hover-bike.
Sleek-and-sexy. Just like her. A nice cerulean shade, sturdier than it appeared, able to take sharp corners with ease. But she also knew competition would be fiercer than ever!
“Speak of the devil...” A skid sounded when another motorcycle arrived, this one ridden by a fellow racer she'd often been at odds with. With a snarl she muttered, “Wispy Willow.”
“Yahoo! Don't wear my name out, babe!” The woman in question, who resembled an orange-and-yellow furred tigress with black stripes, swung a well-shaped leg to dismount her bike. Her two-toned black-and-white hair was done up in Chinese-styled double-buns, her pear-shaped, supple body adorned in a crimson catsuit, dotted in a few small well-placed spikes, her attire already unzipped so that her own ample handful of plush breasts almost flopped out, her hips and buttocks even more sizable, yet also toned. The kitty woman's striped tail split into two that swirled behind her, as she'd been dubbed a nekomata, supposedly blessed with a supernatural form of luck.
Rainbow said, “So, you showed up! Decided to come alone?”
“Nah. My Princess Butterbuns is out with the rubes,” she said in reference to Eclipsed Heart, leader and founder of the band B.A.B.E., who'd taken Wispy and her sister in.
She rested a hand on a lean hip. “Huh, okay. And where the hell's Kitsune, then?”
“You already saw her!” Wispy tilted her head at the sleek, silver motorbike. In response, its engines wound down, before it momentarily melted into a slick, liquid-metal form, which then slowly reformed into a tall, feminine shape before the metal started to harden into a more vixen shape.
Kitsune of the Nine Tails fully formed. Golden-browned furred, with silky copper-colored locks and bangs cut in the hime-style, she adorned a form-fitted kunoichi outfit, split at the sides with a net-like spiderweb mesh that showed off portions of her well-sculpted skin in covered in a thin layer of fur. Her nine tails were tied like a belt around her thin waist. “Hello,” she said in a polite, soft-spoken voice with an asian accent like her sister, and a deferential bow to match.
“What? No way she'll be allowed on the road! She can transform,” barked Rainbow.
“Already cleared it! So long as my sister sticks to one form during the race, and it passes all the tests, she's fine!” Wispy stuck her tongue out at her rival with a sassy sashay of her hips. “Oh, but if you don't like it, I can always kick your butt instead! Hi-yah!” She took a martial arts stance.
“Imoto,” said Kitsune curtly, the lips on her snout pursed. “We will not cheat. You have my word of honor.” The story of the sisters were known to few, but from what Rainbow Dash had heard after she'd encountered them many times, they were ex-assassins that had escaped from some facility that performed experiments on them. They weren't even entirely sure they were sisters by blood, but refused to take any tests to confirm or deny it, worried about what the results would be.
“Huh,” said Rainbow. “Well, I know how serious you are about that! But I'll warn you now, my motorcycle can now transform into a hovercycle after all the upgrades! You're gonna be whooped!”
“Glad we settled that! So~...” Wispy sidled closer,inches from Dash's face with a mischievous smile. “How about a little bet on the upcoming race? Winner takes all! I know someone like you won't settle for anything but first place, so aside from the prize pool, how about...hmm...my cut of the next concert B.A.B.E. performs? Would probably be a fortune for a former merc like you!”
Kitsune narrowed her eyes and hissed, “Imoto! Are you certain...?”
“Yeah, yeah, it's just my cute butt on the line! What do you say, Dashie babe? Should be more than enough credits to build a rig that'll put that old one to shame,” she teased, andplayfully stroked a claw down Dash's neck, between the portion of her torso between her small, perky breasts.
Rainbow pushed her hand aside. “Hey, don't insult my bike!” But her heart raced at the idea, because no matter how much she loved her ride, it could still be improved..for a hefty sum. “Okay, say I do take you up on this...what do I have to bet, other than the prize pool we're both after?”
“Hmmm...” The nekomata touched her lips. “How about...a date? Not just any date, though! You have to wear a costume of my choice! Something slinky and girly, I think!” She snickered at the idea, Wispy's head already filled with Rainbow Dash in cosplay of her favorite lewd anime.
Dash blushed and sputtered, “Wh-wha...a date? With you?” The neko martial artist was certainly cute...no matter how much she annoyed her!
“Did I st-st-stutter?” Wispy offered another sashay of her wide hips. “Yes, a d-a-t-e! I'll even pay for the honor,” she added sarcastically. “Oh, but I have a condition for the race!”
Grumbling and shifting on her booted feet, Rainbow rolled her eyes and muttered, “I can't wait to hear it.” From her limited experience, Wispy's bets were always risky, and often lewd.
Wispy's smirk spread, while she intentionally drew it out. “How about we race...in the buff.”
“I knew it!” Dash tossed her helmet aside with a clank and a sneer. "You dirty little..."
“What, don't tell me you're chicken? Is that what those feathers are for, chicken butt?” She nodded at her cyber prosthetics. “Or maybe you know you're about to lose, huh?”
“I'll win! Count on it! Screw it, you're on!” The words spilled from Rainbow without time for any deeper consideration, and once she offered her word, she'd rarely ever taken it back!
Kitsune finally cut in. “Someone could be hurt. To ride without proper protection-”
“Should be fine,” countered Wispy. “Just don't crash! Easy-peasy! Don't worry, I already checked the rule book, and this zone's practically lawless, so we should be a-ok for a nudist ride! Hell, pretty sure some people around here used to do them for charity! It's practically a tradition!”
With a shake of her head Kitsune said, “Do as you wish. I will support you.” She turned to Dash and offered her hand. “Good luck,” she said sincerely as they shook hands. “Imoto, I must rest until the race commences to stay in top form.” She retreated into a private corner of the room, took a seat on one of the provided unoccupied beds, and took the lotus position with her eyes closed.
“It's how she sleeps,” explained Wispy. “She has to meditate.”
“Weird,” said Rainbow, who wasn't certain what to think about the vixen. At least she'd always been polite, albeit quiet and secretive, quite a contrast to her boisterous sister! From what rumors claimed, Kitsune's physical sensations were dulled as a side-effect of her unique abilities.
For the moment, Rainbow Dash and Wispy Willow parted to prepare themselves for the contest. Of course, they wouldn't be anywhere near the only contestants, but she doubted most of them would prove a real threat. Question was, would this nudist ride rule apply to their other rivals?
The more she considered it, the faster her heart raced. She'd be completely in the buff! Before all her fans and enemies that came to watch, some that hoped she'd fail! Worse, people liked to film these events! Already, she could picture the close ups of her bared unmentionables!
A part of her considered she could call the bet off. No! She wasn't a wuss! Even if she had to literally put her cute ass on the line, she'd never lose!
*****
Grease stains saturated parts of the garage, which Wispy's clawed bare feet deftly danced around on her way out, the nekomata's nostrils flared with the reek of oil and machinery. She intentionally strutted in a way that shook her breasts, hips, and buttocks in her shimmery crimson catsuit, ate up the crowds that also cheered for the celebrity musician and crowded around her for autographs, which she was all too happy to provide with a sly smile. She scribbled her name and blew them all kisses.
When she looked for familiar faces in the mob, her eyes shifted to vertical slits. Then, she spotted the pop princess, Eclipsed Heart's skin a charcoal black, her neon hot pink hair done up in pigtails, her large eyes a similar hue that appeared to glow blue whenever she stood in a particularly dark area. Her plush assets were contained in a top that showed off her delicious underboobs and a bloomer-style bottom that showed off much of her shapely hips. Eclipsed beamed as she thanked her many fans.
“Princess Butterbuns~!” Wispy waved at her.
“Oh! Hello Wispy,” she replied in her cheery voice. “Please excuse me.” Gently, she made her way past the masses that flooded the streets in anticipation. They headed away for some privacy, to a rail at the rim of a a road that curved over the city. She leaned forward on the rail, her futuristic bloomers stuck to her shapely buttchees when she asked, “So, how is Kitsune?”
“Pretty well I think,” she replied, and leaned beside her to take in the view. “Already made all the checks for the race and even scored a date, er, bet with Rainbow Dash! Yeah!”
“A bet, huh?” Eclipsed cast her a skeptical look. “Honestly, I'm not even sure we should be here! Not only is this a risky business, but I want to stay on the mayor's good side! Got it?”
“Especially since you date one of her sons~,” teased Wispy with a snicker.
“W-well that's one reason,” admitted Eclipsed with a deep blush. “But they've treated me like family! The main reason I came is to make sure you stayed out of trouble!”
“Goodie two shoes,” said Wispy with a playful elbow to her ribs. “Don't worry, we'll be fine! Forcefields have been set up in case anyone falls! They'll safely capture them like a spiderweb and rescuers will rush to help them! Plus, worst comes to worst, since Kitsune will be my ride she can always transform and save my cute butt! See, I've taken it all into account!”
“Still...it's a murky area, at best. Since this is practically a lawless zone and all...” Eclipsed heavily exhaled, then yelped when a palm smacked her butt. “Hey, careful, you could send me over!”
“Sorry Princess Butterbuns,” she replied with a sheepish smile.
“And don't call me that!” She fumed a little, with fists clenched when she stomped off.
Wispy looked past her, at advertisements for various bands in the city, which included B.A.B.E., their rivals S.L.U.T., and Sixth Measure, a boyband whose lead member Eclipsed currently dated. An alliance between the bands was set to raise money to rebuild the city, but they needed far more!
That's where Wispy came in! She swore to win the race and help the city flourish!
She raced to catch up with Eclipse. “Hey, I'm sorry! You know I didn't mean to offend you!”
Eclipsed stopped but didn't turn around “It's okay. Really. It's not so much you, but...all the other stuff that's happened. Gang violence, riots, corporate espionage, sometimes I feel like I can't handle it anymore. Especially with all the workload from our concerts! I chose to be independent so studio executives couldn't dictate our band's direction, but...maybe we need a manager. And maybe the mayor can help us with that. She's handled Sixth Measure, after all, and I trust her!”
“It is a load of work,” admitted Wispy, thankful she didn't have to handle the business side. “But hey,” she teased in an attempt to ease the tension. “We could always flash them our tits instead!” Slinked up behind the popstar, she lifted her top, which caused Eclipsed's heavy tits to bounce out. Her palms immediately seized on her bare melons, rolled them in circles and traced her hot pink areola which contrasted charcoal skin. "Ooh~...soft~...I could play with these all day...!"
“Will o' Wisp!” She snapped back with the nekomata's assassin codename, which she knew Wispy hated! “Not funny!” Eclipsed rolled her eyes, shoved her top back down before Wispy could seize another handful of her succulent titties like usual, and furiously texted her boyfriend for support while she marched away.
Wispy hissed her disappointment with her fur momentarily stood on end, then shook it off and headed back to see her sister, since the hour she had to kill before the race was almost up. On her way back, she took in some of the other racers, which included Sunset Shimmer, another ex-mercenary the band had a complicated relationship with, after they'd been at odds.
At least she was easy on the eyes, with her form-fitted bodysuit which showed off all her delicious curves! Another lovely lady, indeed!
She approached the flame-haired beauty, who tuned up a phoenix-styled hoverbike to match. Sunset turned with a whip of her mane with a smile when she heard her approach.
“Hey, Wispy. Um, I know we've been on opposite sides, but no hard feelings I hope?” She offered her hand, and after a moment the nekomata took it. “Okay, then! I hope we can be friends,” she said while they shook. “But don't expect me to take it easy! I have my pride, too!”
“I wouldn't want you to hold back on my account Sunnybuns,” replied Wispy with her own smirk. “Good luck to you, hot stuff!” She winked at her, and a mild blush colored Sunset's face as Wispy left with a flirtatious sway of her hips and ass.
The ex-assassin spotted more racers, which included gang members that were allowed to compete, under a temporary truce in a neutral zone. One of these was known as Halloween Party, who were an assortment of monster-themed costumes and committed petty crimes. Yet when the Elements of Harmony had unleashed a prismatic rainbow that mutated a number of people here, some of these punks had actually transformed into the freaks they pretended to be, over time.
“They'd better not try and pull any dirty tricks,” she muttered.
With her superb skill in martial arts she could easily handle these jokers on foot, and as for any troubles on the road, the syndicate that experimented on the sisters had imbued her with superpowers of her own! She could always shove a white-hot plasma ball up their asses!
On arrival, Kitsune's eyes opened, still in a lotus position. “Is it time, imoto?”
“Just about! Final checks to make sure no one cheats, then we'll be off!” Wispy watched the vixen hopped from the bed and land with an almost inaudible step, before they headed out.
Kitsune pursed her lips at the mechanics that waited to look her over. While she wouldn't be in a humanoid form, transformed into a motorbike when they studied her, their touch always felt...invasive, albeit she knew they were consummate professionals. Usually, she'd draw back from physical contact with anyone she wasn't very close to, but in this case there was no choice.
She transformed before them like before, into what resembled a molten mass of metal, although her quicksilver form would've been cool to the touch. Then, she transmuted herself into a bike, most of her brainspace in such a complicated shape spent until she decided to turn back, almost in a trance-like state to focus on efficiency. Immediately, the men touched and scanned her chassis.
A couple minutes later one mechanic said, “All clear.” They waved the sisters ahead.
Wispy sucked in a breath. This was her last chance to turn back. Injury or death were always risks in these races, plus she'd have to be in the buff in front of everyone...which made her tingle with excitement! No way she could turn this down. “Sister, let's kick their butts and win the top prize!”
*****
Every time a contest was held, someone was voted to open and close out the race. And since anyone that took part couldn't be voted for, it fell on Eclipsed Heart, whose cheeks colored to the claps and cheers when she took her place on a stand in the middle of the starting line, a flag in hand and a microphone before her to amplify her musical voice across crowds that waited with bated breath. “Everyone, to your places!” She waited a moment. “On your mark! Get set! Go~!”
She brought the flag down with both arms. Cars, hovercars, motorbikes, and hoverbikes zipped by in a blur, and she squealed as the force of wind fluttered her thick ponytail and almost lifted her top off her, which she strained to hold down, a colorful mass of vehicles thundering ahead. The trip would take them over a number of miles per lap, which would end after five laps in total.
Before the race even started, onlookers pulled out their cellphones to record the event and take pictures, like Rainbow had expected many of them close ups of her and Wispy, the sole contestants that announced they would ride naked, in hope more bets would be added to the prize pool.
Both women could feel numerous eyes drink them in, leer at their perky nipples in the cool wind, the steady quiver of their buttocks atop the machinery that hummed and rattled. Both of them leaned forward onto the handles, their shapely posteriors presented to their fanbases.
“See you at the finish line,” called Rainbow Dash, her voice audible over the intercoms, since every vehicle was keyed into a private network so everyone could communicate in real time. She hoped no one saw her puckered asshole clenched when she turned a particularly sharp corner.
“Fat chance,” repl;ied Wispy, who pushed to keep up. In her motorbike form, Kitsune was so sleek she practically washed over the roads like a tidal wave, not a movement wasted. Normally, the nekomata would perform all kinds of fancy tricks, but she had to win this one!
They were almost head-to-head, like expected. Not far back, Sunset Shimmer's phoenix bike left a small trail of flames in its wake, and tried not to be distracted by the bare asses of Dash and Wispy ahead. By the time they neared the initial lap's end, the first racer to crash and burn tried to drift too sharply to catch up, a Halloween Party punk in black leathers with neon bone outlines that made up a skeleton, ended with a metal skull for a helmet, and a skeletal bike to match.
An explosion shook the air, took out a chunk of the highway, the debris tossed into the forcefield below which glowed and buzzed at the contact. Uncertain whether the rider was unconscious or worse, Sunset was tempted to stop and help, but reminded herself that wasn't her place.
“Medic team to the crash site,” came a man's voice.
Sunset exhaled her relief, as a cloud of smoke billowed behind her.
More racers kept pace with the flame-haired woman. Some faces she knew, which included the famous DJ, Vinyl Scratch, who she'd never seen speak a word but couldn't deny the style of her custom hovercar, which blasted fast-paced techno music whenever it sped nearer. Another was one of the men in the city named Spike, the 'nice one', who'd become a cabbie and took his souped up cab with him. He'd never placed any better than tenth place, but she suspected he was in this more for the fun of it, to help fill the numbers and donated some of his pay to the pool.
It was partially for charity, after all! To help rebuild the ruined parts of the city! Plus, it would help rebuild any devastation left in their wake, and potential medical bills for the burnouts.
A Halloween Party punk almost clipped her. She was forced to skid in a shower of sparks, hearing his cackles while he left her in the dust. “Bastard,” she yelled, certain some of them would've drawn weapons on her, would they not be disqualified immediately! She redoubled her efforts.
Sunset had her own pride, and hoped she could make the top five, at worst!
In the middle of lap two, Wispy's striped buttocks rippled in the wind and the thrum of her bike, which vibrated beneath her bare pussy which she mashed on its sleek surface, a moist trail left across it. “You really know how to make a kitty purr~,” she moaned, and leaned as forward as she dared, so that her nipples and breasts were almost stimulated by a staccato rhythm of vibrations.
The mechanized voice of Kitsune came from the bike's speakers. “Don't make this weird, imoto. I must concentrate if you expect to win.” With that said, Kitsune resumed her entire focus.
“Aww, too bad!” Wispy knew it was true, yet she was tempted to let Dashie remain in the lead until the very last second, since she had such of lovely view of her blue buttocks, lean but sculpted to toned perfection when they wobbled in the wind, a blur of color left in her wake.
Dash turned her head back and yelled, “What's the matter, slowpoke? Cold feet?”
“Not on your life, chickenshit! I'm not known as the 'Bad Grrl' of my band for nothing! Sister, time to hit the nitros!” The sisters worked in tandem to kick it up a notch, and Wispy roared and cackled with wild-eyed mania when her motorbike pulled a wheelie and took the lead.
“Shit!” Dash cursed while they crossed to the third lap, almost activated her hoverbike's secret weapon, but held herself bck, aware she needed to save her trump card for the very end!
Eclipsed Heart watched the voluminous holo monitors suspended in the sky, safely from the same podium she'd opened the contest from. They showed every area of the map, stats and bets updated in statistics across the screens, the hover-ambulance that took a side road away from the crash scene with the Halloween Party member aboard, his status listed as stable. She touched a hand to her bosom, thankful he was fine and hopeful no one else would be hurt before this ended.
She wished her boyfriend and his bandmates could be here, but they were in the middle of another tour. However, the three women that made up her friendly rival band S.L.U.T. were here, their leader Carrion Hellfire a racer with a cyberbike the madwoman had temporarily fused herself directly to, the thin, athletic woman loaded down in cybernetics, her thin arms out from connected to the front tire, her feet behind her to the back, dressed in a spikey metallic bikini and with razor-like feathers on her arms. Her wild hair was half-shaven close to her skull, lips twisted in a smile.
Connected to her hellish bike, she looked like some beautiful yet simultaneously grotesque monster out of hell. From the sidelines watched her bandmates, neither able to properly participate in a race due to their unique physiques. Riptide Ruth, the band's tech woman, resembled a muscular land shark. Obrya Slithervane, the beautiful 'face' of the band plastered on all their posters, was also massive and voluptuous, with the lower half of a coiled up snake tail, her silky hair colored lime.
Thankful they were all on friendly terms, Eclipsed watched the fourth lap come to a close. A few more vehicles wrecked on the way, and medical teams zoomed in for recovery. A tire rolled across the streaked roads, where small fires crackled. More smoke trails littered the racetrack.
“Sucks for them,” came Rainbow's voice over the network. “Hey, they can always get some spiffy cybernetic enhancements, like I have! My cyber wings are even faster than the real deal!”
While she laughed to hide her pain, Eclipsed could hear the insincerity in Dash's voice, which cracked for a moment. Most of the population altered themselves in some way, with Eclipsed being a rare 'normal', her sole cosmetic alteration a hidden compartment in her ankle, where she could slide the false skin aside and kept a hidden, compact fold-out knife for protection.
She'd almost been tempted to participate herself, maybe keep further back like Spike and enjoy the ride, but whenever she saw another vehicle collide or hurl out of bounds, she rethought that stance. “I'll stick to full contact roller derby,” she whispered. “Somehow, it's much safer than this!”
Sunset heard her over the network and cheerily said, “See you at the next game!” They were on different teams, but there wasn't any bad blood between them, despite the fierce competition.
At this point, half of the racers had been taken out, most due to dangerous stunts in an attempt to gain an advantage. Alarms blared when a couple Halloween Party thugs pulled out cyber-spine whips, and tried to hit Rainbow and Wispy when they passed. The women swerved.
Hidden snipers positioned around the track shot the punks down with blasts of energy that disrupted their nervous systems and knocked them out of bounds onto the barrier below the track, their cycles spun out with them. On a monitor flashed their status as disqualified. Dash and Wispy both shot them middle fingers, almost in sync when competitive. They even fistbumped with a shared smirk when they were almost hip-to-hip, before they resumed their competition.
There were usually a few spoilsports in every race, but they were rarely this brazen! Eclipsed wondered if the Halloween Party participated due to a personal grudge? After all, B.A.B.E. was now openly known as a friend to S.L.U.T., the latter close companions with another gang?
She wondered where those lizard people were, disappointed none of them could participate. A need to protect their territories, she assumed, since Halloween Party was more numerous and could try and take it while they were away. Obrya's secret boyfriend was even one of those lizard men!
She really needed to get to know them better, when there was time. Which she didn't have much of herself, between her boyfriend, band, and the vigilante work B.A.B.E. used to do, now sanctioned but with restrictions by the mayor, who feared there would be a conflict of interest. For now, they were all but deputized to act as the arm-of-the-law, which Eclipsed felt mixed about.
Another Halloween Party punk in an opera theme, aware she was doomed to lose at this rate, spun her bike around to face the oncoming traffic. Warnings to turn around blared, but she ignored them with crazed laughter, her eyes from behind her half-mask scanning over the other would-be champions before she wickedly grinned at Spike's comparatively clunky old cab.
She throttled head on at him, swerved to avoid the electric blasts of snipers, determined to play chicken with the cabbie. She screamed, “Ready to become street pizza, cutie~?”
The cabbie, dressed in an out-of-date uniform, yelled, “Why me? I don't care how souped up that bike is, no way it'll stand up to my cab! Shit!” He spun out toi avoid her at the last second, smashed into the rim, unharmed thanks to all the precautions he'd taken to protect the machine's interior as a cloud-like airbag blanketed him. Nonetheless, he cursed and shook his fist outside the window.
The opera racer's cackles turned to a shrill scream when she slammed into another car, she and her bike tumbling across the air. Vinyl Scratch, who'd hit her, continued on in a boom of music while she passed, while another Halloween Party member landed on the forcefield barrier, disqualified and with fines and potential prison time already on the docket for such blatant recklessness.
Eclipsed usually tried to go easier on criminals, to reform them and give them a shot at a second chance, but she'd have to place her own vote for the fate of the Halloween Party participants.
Time was almost up. Dash, Wispy, and Sunset would occasionally overtake each other. “Time to pull out all the stops,” yelled Rainbow in triumph. “Watch this!” Jet engines she'd modified to where they were barely race-legal blazed to life, and she jetted ahead in a blur. The chassis rattled, her rivals left in the dust. “See you at the finish line, suckers! Ha-ha-ha! This is so awesome~!”
Sunset pursed her lips. “Damn! Thought I finally had a real shot this year! No way we'll catch up!”
“Come on, come on We can't lose, sister!” Even the nitros couldn't help much, Wispy ambivalent about her imminent loss, and the lovely view of Dashie's toned, bare, bouncy backside!
But that paled compared to what came next. Rainbow Dash, completely in the zone, recalled a time in what felt like the distant past, before the rapid advancements caused by cybernetics, when she first performed the 'Sonic Rainboom'. Before her wingspan had been torn away in a rain of feathers, the tomboy athlete once at the top of the world, before her entire career crashed and burned out!
Glowing brilliantly, her prosthetic wings were reduced to scrap that ripped off her back, and from the twin slits in her skin expl;oded out a feathery span. She reached such speeds in a prismatic blur, another Sonic Rainboom burst over the entire area, everyone shaken from the impact. Yet she had no time to think about it, in a trance-like state, already passed the finish line but still in the race.
Eclipsed only saw a rainbow blue. “W-we have a winner! Rainbow Dash takes the pr-” She yelped and almost tumbled over, both from the Sonic Rainboom, and Dashie herself, who continued to fly circles around the racetrack, with such force Eclipsed's clothes were all ripped clean off, her bared breasts bounced into view. She yelped and shrank down to cover herself, but everyone else on the racetrack and the crowds weren't spared, every strip of clothing torn off and practically disintegrated, yet no one was otherwise harmed, as if the miles of an aura trail Dashie left behind protected them.
Tits and cocks flopped out, butts and snatches were bared, no one left unexposed by the arcane phenomenon. One of the referees warned, “Emergency! The forcefield is down! I repeat, forcefield is down!” Worse still, mechanical systems were disrupted by the Sonic Rainboom, unable to handle the influx of raw magic, as monitors went black, cell phones went down, and worst of all, a number of vehicles started to stop dead, spin out, or crash, a few vehicles piled up in the pandemonium.
“Holy crap,” cried an also denuded Sunset, not that she had time to care about that when the flames of her phoenix-bike were extinguished, the controls refused to respond when she skidded, and she slammed into the rim, sent headfirst with a scream into the abyss of the city below.
“Sunset,” cried Wispy, as her own bike wobbled and threatened to lose its shape. “Sister, we have to save her!” The nekomata hurled off her ride, kicked off the rail, and went into a freefall dive to catch Sunset, heedless of her own safety in a desperate attempt to somehow save her.
Awareness returned to Dash, her eyes widened at all the chaos she'd unleashed.
Wispy seized Sunset by the waist, crushed her nude, supple, sweaty body close to her own when she caught her, and the martial artists' split striped tails reached out in desperation to find any potential holds. Her tails coiled around a support beam, and the two women swung, rocked back-and-forth barely suspended and upside-down, where they held onto each other and their lips mashed in a kiss.
Sunset withdrew her lips in tethered threads of mixed saliva. “We're about to die, aren't we?”
Wispy tried not to stare at her city below as her heart hammered. “Not yet,” she tried to reassure her, thankful her tails were durable...but aware she couldn't hope to keep this up.
Kitsune, who'd taken her vixen shape, also found herself naked, due to the disruption unable to even mentally shape her usual kunoichi attire, the breeze cool on her erect nipples when she sailed down to meet them with a flutter of her nine fox tails. Gliding across the winds, she snatched up the pair the moment Wispy's tails finally slipped, pulling them close as they continued to descend.
“Good catch, sister! But what now...?” Wispy saw them float towards the cityscape beneath.
“I...do not know,” admitted Kitsune, uncertain that even with her slowed movements they could survive such a fall. “I cannot retake another solid form. But maybe, when we're about to hit, I can turn myself into a metallic pool of water, soften the blow for you two before impact-”
Wispy's ears were teary when she cried, “But what if you can't turn back? You'll be pretty much dead! No, far worse than dead! You'll be-~” Her sister's palm silenced her words.
“Let me do this,” said Kitsune, eyes narrowed in determination. Would she be reduced to a useless blob, self-aware but helpless, unable to die? Her heart ached with dread, yet to ensure the survival of those she loved, she would do it a thousand times over. The miles below zoomed ever closer.
“Sunset said, “Thank you, Kitsune. It's my fault. Had I not taken that fall-”
“No one's at fault,” replied Kitsune. “Sometimes, one karma comes back to haunt them.” How many had she and Wispy been forced to slay by the syndicate? None of their targets were innocent...yet their blood was on their hands. Perhaps with this, she could balance the scales for her sister, too. One less stain on a city that threatened to be swallowed up by the shadows.
She momentarily closed her eyes, trying to steel herself for the inevitable.
A prismatic blur zig-zagged around the highways, people collected and safely deposited by the medics, before Kitsune, Wispy, and Sunset were scooped up by Rainbow Dash, whose plume spread to fullness when she rescued them, too. “Sorry I'm late,” she said with a wink. “Now, hold onto your butts!” She zoomed back to the finish line, where Eclipsed Heart hid behind the podium.
“Wispy! Kitsune! You're okay!” Eclipsed kept ducked down to hide her nudity.
“Yep,” said Wispy when she was let down. We're all in one sexy piece!” She shook her assets.
“So,” said Eclipsed. “That means you're the winner, Rainbow Dash! Um, I'd reward you with a medal, but I'm not exactly presentable!” Her one relief at this fracas was that any footage had been terminated by the 'Sonic Rainboom', which meant no one could record any of them naked!
“My money...my date~...,” whined Wispy.
“About that...I'm not sure I'm comfortable with a declared winner, after all that happened! The attempted interruptions by Halloween Party, Spike crashed out by no fault of his own, the way my Sonic Rainboom almost hurt some people...” Dash stroked her feathers, thankful to have them back, but ashamed of what she'd almost done. “I, I can't accept the prize! How about a draw?”
Kitsune, who covered herself with her nine tails, asked, “Will the attendees accept that?”
“I'll help convince them,” promised Sunset, who already tried to think up a suitable speech. The shapely woman didn't worry about her nudity too much, as it was almost like they were on vacation! “Say, Rainbow Dash. You promised Wispy a date if she won, didn't you?”
“Yeah, I did. What about it?” Sunset walked closer and whispered in her ear. Dash's eyes widened, then she smirked. “Yep, I'd be okay with that! Hey, after we check in, wanna hit the beach?”
Wispy perked up and practically drooled. “Beach? Well, I'm usually not that fond of water, but~...butts...” Already, she could picture all the beach beauties in her mind's eye.
Kitsune said, “I only know of one beach that isn't polluted beyond use. The same one S.L.U.T. once invited us to. It's your call, Eclipsed. Do we have time before our tour resumes?”
“I...y-yeah! We could use a real vacation!” Eclipsed beamed at them.
“Then it's settled,” replied Sunset with a smile of her own. “Oh, and it's clothing optional, so feel free to wear your skimpiest bikinis possible...or arrive in the buff. Whatever floats your boat.”
“I'll invite all my friends,” added Rainbow with a saucy leer.
Eclipsed's cheeks colored. “We'll be there!” Slowly, order started to return, with only minor wounds reported. Unfortunately, most of the prize pool it was decided would have to be used for repairs. Fortunately, full use would return to the cellphones, computers, vehicles, and equipment days later after the Sonic Rainboom event, which would also soon be leaked to the public. Halloween Party's leader, who hadn't attended, would fork over a hefty sum to help his racers avoid prison time.
Back in the present, Wispy and Sunset, who hadn't bothered to redress yet, openly embraced and made out, their hands left to wander, to cup, squeeze, fondle, and knead supple flesh as their lips locked, and their cheeks were afire. Their kisses deepened, fingers sunk into ample flesh, shameless and turned on by the thrill of the race and a near death experience that made them lust for life.
“Get a room you two,” pleaded Eclipsed, who averted her eyes.
Kitsune observed, “At least everyone is safe. Excuse me, I must rest.” Between the intense race, and the interference from the Rainboom, she felt unusually exhausted, and retreated back to the bed where she would meditate to recover. She then prostrated herself back in the lotus position.
To slip away from the scene and find some new clothes, Eclipsed was thankful she'd kept her rollerskates nearby, quickly strapped them on, then raced off and tried not to think about all the eyes that drank her in, how her bare breasts and buns bounced with her pirouettes. Fortunately, since everyone else had been stripped naked, most eyes were elsewhere, their current nudist condition mostly accepted after all the madness they'd seen and survived today.
Be it for different reasons, like Wispy she dreamed about the crystal clear beach, a chance to relax. Eclipsed hoped that Kitsune wouldn't feel left out, since she rarely chose to participate?
Unfortunately, she couldn't find a scrap of real clothing, no matter how hard she looked, and even the blankets and pillows that once adorned the beds inside the once abandoned buildings had been destroyed. She huffed in annoyance, not helped by the smack of flesh when Wispy and Rainbow decided to spar on placed down mats, which made their assets quiver and sway with each sweaty impact, blow-after-blow traded, blocked, and evaded, until the two of them fell and wrestled.
Instead, she sat near Kitsune, who'd also been forced to sleep in the nude, the vixen statuesque. Unfortunately, Eclipsed's tender skin was far more sensitive, and her bare, heart-shaped bottom ached a tad when it smooshed onto the mattress. Face scrunched up, she rubbed a sore buttcheek.
“I could always kiss that for you~,” offered Wispy as her breasts swayed with a palm strike.
“No thanks,” replied Eclipsed, her cheeks afire as she tried not stare while the pair went at it. Especially whenever one of them kicked, their unmentionables on full display!
“Too slow,” shouted Dash, who didn't have the years-and-years of the nekomata's martial arts prowess, but was able to beat even Wispy's impressive speed, dipped under her, and tossed her back-first on the mat, where she straddled her sweaty foe, as Wispy's breasts heaved while pinned. “Huh, since it's a draw, how about a little 'Give and Take?” And since you wanted a date, well~...”
The athlete arced her back, so that her perky, pointy tits were aimed skyward to emphasize their small but cute size. Grinded her hips, ass, and cunt atop Wispy's lap with a low moan and a blush, rolled them slowly but firmly while she pressed down her puffy, moist vulva on the cat woman.
Wispy slid her hands up Dashie's sides, relished the slender but toned curves, traced over her pert buttocks, her stomach and back, up her breastbone where she cupped and squeezed her itty-bitty-titties, rolled, pinched, and pulled Dashie's pokey nipples and was reward with a soft coo.
Dash deliberately bounced a little on her lap, felt her buns be pried apart then released with a muted clap. Moist droplets oozed from her inflamed cunt, as she mashed her pink love button, which peaked out, into the striped twin tails of the nekomata, who brushed the dextrous tails over her own snatch and Dashie's, smeared with a trail of lust while she rubbed their snatches with schlicks.
Wispy wanted to toss her over, pin her down, and scissor her silly then and there, ride her like a two-bit pony until she broke her brain with bliss, but she restrained herself with Eclipsed and Kitsune around, not to mention the occasional mechanic that passed by, and failed to hide hard ons. “Nice to see you packed some heat,” she teased the shame-faced men with a wink.
Instead, the real fun would be saved for the beach!
Kitsune, too, pictured their vacation. Potential peace and solitude. A chance for her transformative state to resettle back into its 'normal' status. The company of those she cherished. She opened an eye, to sneak a peek at Sunset Shimmer, who stood and did stretches on another mat, and wondered if she'd finally find the courage to ask her out...then froze up and shot the idea down.
Sure, she could take on a small army, but a date? The idea she'd be rejected utterly terrified her! Instead, she watched her twist with a side-eye, and her heart melted at the hope of companionship.
Sunset smiled at the vixen, who shiftly avoided her eyes. “Hey Kitsune, want to train with me?” She patted the map, and reluctantly Kitsune rose and tried not to tremble on her approach.
“V-very well,” said Kitsune, who meekly hid behind half her coppery mane. She shivered and blushed when Sunset touched her arm, and they took their places on the mat for their own spar.
“Don't kick my butt too badly, okay? I usually practice with a sword,” reminded Sunset, who as a peace offering had offered her plasma saber to Kitsune, a weapon Sunset didn't have much use for anyway after she'd abandoned mercenary work and focused on adventure instead.
Kitsune clasped her hands with a polite bow, which Sunset returned, before they both took a combative stance. Sunset launched the first strike, which Kitsune barely knocked aside, distracted both by the close contact of her crush, and the heavy sway of her bared breasts.
Skilled as Sunset was, it's true under normal circumstances the ex-assassin would cream her. But in her compromised state, and badly distracted, they proved a more even match, and Kitsune eventually also found herself slammed onto her back, straddled and pinned, where Sunset touched her nose to Kitsune's snout, smiled, and delivered a slow, deep kiss, which Kitsune returned.
Their fingers interlocked. She melted into Sunset's kiss. Savored her touch, her taste, despite how deadened her senses were due to experimentation the syndicate forced upon the sisters. While they softly made out, Rainbow yelped when Wispy flipped her onto all fours, mounted her playfully, pulled on her small breasts and nipples while her split tails rubbed at Dahie's lower holes.
“So much for shuteye,” mumbled Eclipsed, who reclined on her side. She tried to text her boyfriend, frowned at the black screen, and instead let down her hot pink ponytail and sank the best she could into the mattress. Thankfully, she slipped into a fitful sleep sooner than unexpected.
She experienced some spicy dreams of her own. Of concert sessions, between shows, when in a backroom she'd peeled off her sweaty costume, called her boyfriend over, and bent over a dresser before a mirror, her cellphone raised to record them (with his permission!) while he railed her senseless. They always had to be quick, a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans while he clapped her cheeks. She always made sure he came, and she usually could too a couple times.
And whenever he wasn't available, she'd sent him a few nude selfies with a wink and a kiss, telling him how much she adored him. Someday, when their lives weren't so chaotic, she hoped to marry him!
Would his brothers accept? His mother? Could they hope to raise a child in this mad world...?
Instead, she tried not to be overwhelmed by her insecurities and instead focused on the man she loved. She moaned softly in her sleep, while a slender hand snaked down to her bare pussy, rubbed her puffy, slick lips with a squelch and pleasantly shuddered whenever her frame tensed up.
Wet schlicks sounded when she tenderly worked her snatch over, blissfully unaware, chewed on her lower lip and squirted a small puddle of her amorous desire across the mattress. Clenching around her fingers when she came, her free hand pinched one of her tits, and blacked out from bliss.
