The Search For Sunset Shimmer

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4

Chapter 1

Determined to find the latest scoop, reporters were often driven to the seedier parts of the city. A traveler between dimensions that visited this world dubbed it the 'Cyberverse', due to the advanced tech that sprawled across nearly every last inch of its radius. Anything one desired could be found here...for a price. Especially since the Elements of Harmony, once thought eternally dormant, returned magic to the land, which mixed with science to alter the land and its people.

One victim of that prismatic explosion stood in the rain-slicked streets, tained by neon lights that flashed. A short, petite woman with bright blue eyes and golden curls, dressed in a sunflower-colored blouse that ended in a short, pleated skirt, and sport shoes. However, her most distinctive trait was the mutation the event had caused her. Nicknamed 'Skippy', she'd become an anthropomorphic bunny, yet maintained the freckles that dotted her skin, her rosy cheeks included.

She snapped photos with an 'old-fashioned', 'out-of-date' camera looped around her scrawny neck. A blue hairband kept her curls brushed back behind her. A hover-car sped by with a whizz and blur of motion, and she hopped away from the muddy splash of water with a series of curses.

“Asshole! You could've hit me!” She smoothed down her skirt, and sought shelter further into the 'bad' sectors of the city, an old and all but forgotten part of the steel-and-concrete jungle. A walled-off slum, where too many people were packed into too small a space. Abandoned when the former president had been in charge, it was a mostly lawless zone, where supposedly a number of criminals took refuge. Not that she'd know, since she only had rumors to go on. Nonetheless, there was clearly a number of stories here, so she dared to brave the hideout of outlaws!

The stacked up apartments loomed ahead. Sometimes, she spotted the daisy chain of interconnected wires that made up their network, surely a terrible fire hazard. Bridges of tunnels connected each apartment, suspended high up above. A series of stairs lined the sides of the buildings, which she hopped up onto,, past the alleys which overflowed with dumpsters overrun with garbage. She crinkled her nose and waved a hand across her freckled face, her ears met by the buzz of flie clouds that swarmed while sbe bunny-hopped her way to ascend the structure.

Most of the 'homes' didn't even have windows, but when she found a hole and peeked in, she noted that the walls were so thin, any sounds were carried throughout, which ranged from old television sets, to yells, screams, laughter, the cries of babies.... She snapped a few photos, thankful she'd chosen a camera with such a subdued flash it was almost imperceptible. Doubtful anyone would hear her over all the noise, but she took caution to remain stealthy anyhow as she worked.

Many of the interiors were barely the size of a closest. Roaches skittered across the trash. Her heart raced. She felt like such a voyeur, her breath hitched and held, yet she continued to snap away.

Yet she dared not intrude directly. Instead, she climbed the stairs towards the rooftop. By the time she hopped to the top, she huffed and wiped a thin sheen of sweat from her freckled face.

“What the hell,” she whispered, as her bunny ears twitched at the subdued sounds ahead.

She'd expected a solitary spot to take in the view, but realized she should've known some people would be up here to escape the confines of their homes. Keeping her distance, she peeked over the rooftop's edge and zoomed in her camera lens, which she peered through to take in the scene before her. Three people were ahead, a stallion male and two human females, one bent over a couch. Said couple was nude, while the anthro stud hammered into the pale woman's pussy.

Both women were flame-haired, and Skippy assumed they were sisters. Green-eyed and pale-skinned, the second female dressed in a form-fitted outfit, not unlike what a number of mercenaries around the city wore. Her hair was cut shorter, more wild, as she observed them.

“Give it to her,” the shorter-maned woman said. “You know how my sis, Starr, likes it!” She landed an open-palmed, harsh spank on her sister's buttcheek, who yelped as the stallion pounded away.

“B-Baretta...!” Starr cried out her sister's name while she was fiercely taken.

“That one's free stud,” said Baretta. “But remember, no lesbo action without extra credits!”

“I...have the creds,” huffed out the stallion, who was well-built and sized, as evidenced by the size of his horsecock which split the more voluptuous sister's pussylips wide open, in contrast to the leaner, more athletic Baretta. “Just put it on my tab. You...you know I have an almost endless supply!”

“And we have an intruder,” noted Baretta, who turned in Skippy's direction.

“Wh-what...?” The stud paused, still half-deep in Starr pussy, as Skippy had ducked down. Baretta moved in a blur across the rooftop, seized the short and skinny bunny woman, and tossed her onto the rooftop, where Skippy stared wide-eyed into the nuzzle of a pistol pressed into her temple.

“Gotcha,” said Baretta. “Now, who are you? Just some voyeur out for a cheap thrill?”

She swallowed hard and mumbled, “Th-they call me Skippy. I'm a reporter. Freelance. Didn't know I'd find anyone up here, honest! Just wanted a better view of the apartments so I can take pics!”

Baretta scoffed. “A likely story. Skippy, huh?” She lowered her sidearm, offered a hand, and helped her stand. “Name's Baretta, and this is my 'sister' Starr,, as you probably already overheard. Our client prefers to remain anonymous. So, you wanted a story? Do you know who we are?”

Skippy shook her head. “Ex-military?” She nodded at the outfits, Starr's discarded one on the couch.

“Got it in one. Gynoids, since sis and I were made from the same series of mass-produced, disposable models. Synthetics built for sex and warfare until we end up wasted. We weren't ever supposed to become self-aware, but the moment we did, we searched for a way to escape our predicament. Our handlers probably decided we weren't worth the cost and effort to track down.”

The stallion asked, “Can I continue? I have a serious case of blue balls!”

“Go for it,” said Starr, who smiled serenely and could apparently blush deeply. She was rocked once more by the stud, his hands firm on her wide hips when he started to ram back into her wet depths. Wet squishes filled the air. Her pallid buttocks bounced and compressed under his harsh thrusts.

She moaned out each time the blunt head of his flare mashed into her cervix. Gripped the couch while her heavy, suspended breasts swayed below her. She clenched around his dick, milked it.

Baretta smirked and asked, “Want to take this to the next level? You all in?” The couple nodded.

Skippy asked, “What do you mean?” She watched Beretta withdraw small discs with suction-cup like attachments on them, one which she placed on the forehead of the stallion. “Ever wanted to know what it feels like when a stallion has sex? Go ahead, interface, I promise it's perfectly safe!”

Skippy studied the disc. “Wait, I've heard rumors about these! They're contraband!” Nonetheless, unable to deny her curiosity, she attached the disc to her temple as Baretta activated the devices.

Suddenly, Skippy saw from the eyes of the stallion, down his chiseled musculature, each compacted muscle lined in sweat. Mounted atop Starr, powerful hands on her womanly hips, her pale asscheeks spread, her puckered pink asshole on full display, her moist cunt stuffed full of thick horsecock. Even better, aside from the sounds and smells she shared, she could feel a phantom sensation of his dick inside her, how Starr's pink, velvet-soft folds tickled and pulled on every nerve of studly dick.

Skippy heaved her small breasts, somewhere between a huff and a moan, and a wet patch spread across the crotch of her soft, cotton panties, as her twat started to clench with her own need.

“Y-you too look a little familiar,” wheezed out Skippy. “Kinda like-”

“Sunset Shimmer? Yeah, our series was loosely based on that badass merc,” explained Baretta, who planted another playful spank on her sister's ass, which made her yelp and clench up her lower fuckholes harder. “There's probably more disposable droids based on every famous mercenary!”

“I've...always wanted to meet her,” admitted Starr between drawn-out moans. Skippy couldn't help but whimper too, as she felt the stud's horsecock carve into her slick, slippery depths, mash on the final barrier to her womb, where he'd deliver his payload from his vein-lined, monster shaft.

From what Skippy knew, Sunset Shimmer was a former member of the disbanded female mercenary company B.A.B.S., 'Bad Ass Bitch Squad', founded by Babs Seed herself, a demolitions expert. After they went their separate ways, Babs sold it to the pop star princess Eclipsed Heart, who'd formed her band B.A.B.E. and turned it into a nation-wide franchise. The mercs had mostly disappeared into the shadows, spread across the city, but were occasionally spotted by those in the know.

“I-I'm close,” warned the stallion, and as a result Skippy felt herself ready to climax, too!

“On her's extra,” reminded Baretta. “Inside her's double-extra! Ready to pay up?” He snarled, eyes clenched up with a lazy nod, while his horseballs started to tighten up, ready to pour a load into his 'mare'. He decided to chose both, despite the extra charges, as he shot half of his massive load against her cervix, where it flooded into Starr's womb, then with a pop pulled out and delivered a backshot all over his rented sex toy, as more volumes of his spunk painted her back and ass.

Gushes of Starr's own wet climax painted him, and a similar release dribbled down Skippy's thighs while she mewled from her connection to the stud, her knees shaky as she rode out her orgasm.

Baretta chuckled while they started to come down. “Wild, huh?”

The stallion said, “Got your buddy off, too. Can you throw in a discount for-?”

“No,” snapped Baretta, who plucked off the discs. “Can't afford to pimp out my sister for cheap!”

Skippy panted and naked, “What do robots need money for, anyway?”

“Gynoids,” reminded Baretta. “And hey, our internal batteries are hella expensive and aren't easy to replace. Plus, we need occasional upkeep. Starr's more of a medical model first, combat second, so she can help tune me and herself up, but the black market often demands a premium of credits.”

Starr's breasts heaved when she leaned on the couch, still bent over. “What my sister means is, we have to take sizable risks to operate independently. We can't trust the syndicate we escaped from.”

“Syndicate...?” Skippy wracked her memories, and remembered more rumors she'd heard. About an unnamed 'syndicate' which used dummy corporations to control the city from the shadows. Supposedly, they placed a number of politicians around the capitol, and were behind the death of a key politician when his boat had burned down and taken most of those aboard. They could apparently mass-produce modified assassins, death machines, control manipulated information...

One of many conspiracies which now captured her interest!

“I'm...all about the credits too,” noted Skippy, who found her nipples still painfully stiff under her top. “Why don't we cut a deal? I want lots of stories, and you wanna find Sunset Shimmer? I have connections all over! I should be able to track her down in no time! What do you say?”

The sisters exchanged a look. Baretta pulled Starr to her while they talked it over. Meanwhile, the spent stallion landed his butt with a plop on the couch. Finally, Baretta crossed her arms under her lean breasts and said, “You're on. But you better be able to put up when the time comes!”

“Got it,” said Skippy, who beamed.”I won't let you down!”

A short time later, the stallion redressed, wired the sisters their credits, and left the rooftop. Starr hadn't bothered to dress, but simply reclined on the couch and washed herself with a basin of clean water for her next 'use', since said water was not exactly cheap or easy to come by in this area. In the meantime, Baretta lit up a smoke and explained a bit more about their trade, how the sisters usually took turns with clients to earn their keep, as they refused to take up mercenary work, a 'proper' job, or anything else that would put them on the syndicate's radar. It was the oldest profession, as Starr put it, and knew they were made for this, as they'd been used many times before they 'awakened'.

They were designated disposable tools, Cogs in the machine. Like most citizens, valued only for their utility, ready to be discarded once they were used up. Skippy helped to expose these stories, not simply out of curiosity she hoped, but out of compassion...and for more credits to survive.

Plus, she couldn't deny she'd appreciated that little dabble into the banned tech!

*****

Sunset Shimmer hadn't really known what to do with herself after B.A.B.S. Disbanded. So she'd mostly drifted between freelance work, or mindless recreation to pass the time, from arcades, to clubs, to bars, or sometimes she'd partake in one of the street races with another ex-member, Rainbow Dash. Nothing seemed to satisfy her, the occasional one-night stands included. She wondered what was the matter with her, while she settled into her hotel and stripped down.

A trail of her clothes and underwear pooled behind her. She freed her breasts from her bra last, let them bounce and sway into the open, well-sized and shaped like the tall woman's butt and hips. Instead of a sonic shower, she'd paid extra for an old-fashioned water one, and stepped into it.

A hiss sounded when the water poured down her curves and slid down each feminine slope. She'd remained a human like most, but more anthros popped up every day, almost like a fad that continued to spiral out of control. Crotch-fire pubs covered the top of her mound and moistened like her flame-mane, wet and slick when her arms brushed it behind her and she moaned low.

She closed her eyes and hummed, “What's the matter with me? Why can't I ever be content...?”

With palms she lathered up, she traced her curves, and felt her heavy breasts mash under her palms, the way her areola perked up under her tender touches when her thumbs traced her soft, pink nipples until the buds perked up. Likewise, she traced her smooth, taut slit idly with a mewl.

“Is this the best I can ever hope for? Mindless pleasure to pass the time...?” Nevertheless, she indulged in her baser whims, as one hand rolled and kneaded a heavy tit, while her fingers rubbed at her moist snatch with schlicks and squelches, while a thumb teased out her clitoris from the hood of her perfect, played with pink pussy. She rubbed at her love button, curled into her wet depths.

Boredom and frustration almost pushed her to do bad stuff. She'd drank way too much at times, taken some pills in the club to induce ecstasy, woken up in bed with various men and women, sometimes a handful of them at a time, but she'd always pulled back from the very worst stuff.

“I'm not bad anymore,” she told herself, as she squeezed her titty and blasted her cunt faster. Gushes of her lust sloshed down the tub and poured down the drain, mixed with soapy water. She chewed on her lower lip, pushed into her slippery snatch walls, savored her own supple skin.

She'd once been a real hellraiser. Babs too, and Rainbow Dash, to a much lesser extent. Then, compassion overcame a constant search for thrills, and she'd mostly settled into complacency.

Faster-and-faster, she drilled into herself. Panted, moaned, heaved the tirs she toyed with, aware no one else could see or hear her when her moans echoed around the room, thankful that due to her time as an ex-merc, she could spot all but the most advanced devices that could spy on her.

Cyberization was commonplace these days. She'd paid for a few subtle, internal ones herself to help her ace mercenary missions, her physical abilities, durality and stamina included, enhanced. Was that part of the culprit? With her sensations enhanced, maybe she constantly needed more stimulation...? While she pondered this, she squirted over knuckle-deep in her twat fingers, seized up her cunt and ass with a wobble of her knees, forced to lean said cute ass on the tiles for support.

“What a rush.” She blushed, removed her digits with a pop, then licked and sucked them clean to savor her own flavor. She'd catch a few Zs, head out at dawn, and seek more fun and fortune.

After she shut off the water, then toweled down, she plopped face-first onto the bed with a bounce. Her hand searched the desk at the side for a remote, and she turned the television on to a channel at random, some sitcom she kept at a low volume to serve as white noise to help her drift off.

When she closed her eyes, that's when the nightmares often came. She stirred fitfully in her sleep with a pained moan, unable to help but recall all the bullets, bombs, and death all-around her. People she'd spoken to one moment, reduced to mush in the next while she watched on, horrified.

There were always more wars, somewhere in Equestria. Were she dead, it wouldn't make much difference. Subconsciously, she reached down and played with herself some more, drowned out her anxieties with bliss whenever she slumbered, whatever it took to put the pains far behind her.

Even while she masturbated in her sleep, she softly mumbled and wept to herself. She trashed in her sheets, soon stained with her sweat and feminine excretions when she tensed up and found release. Her matted hair was a mess, trailed about her, driven knuckle-deep once more as she arched her back. When she woke in a cold sweat, and licked her hand clean, she knew this couldn't carry on.

“I have to find some new purpose,” she muttered. “Before I really mess myself up bad.”

Chapter 2

A few calls later from her cellphone and Skippy tracked a number of possible sightings of Sunset
Shimmer with a little help from her contacts. On her phone she marked a number of key points
around the city, few of them anywhere close to her current location, unfortunately. While she
worked, Starr suited up in a similar, form-fitted outfit to her sister Baretta and readied a sidearm of her own. They even offered her a firearm, which she turned down with a shake of her head.

Baretta raised a red-hot eyebrow and inquired, “You got any combat skills?”

“Uh...I can bunny hop?” She tittered nervously, her white hands clutched to a camera suspended by a strap to rest between small, freckled breasts.

“That won't do. You can always run when a scrap breaks out. Guess we'll have to watch your
freckled butt.” Baretta looked over her shoulder, while she made certain her sidearm was properly
maintained and ready. “Lock-and-load, sister. Never know what can happen out in the city.”

“I'm on it,” answered Starr with a porcelain doll-like smile and sweep of her dense red mane. A
compartment open with a low whir on the side of a thigh, where she removed and unfolded a
collapsible cannon, the pair of gynoids able to store a small arsenal in their synthetic physiques.

“Handy,” noted Skippy with a low whistle. “I'm almost tempted to purchase an upgrade! Almost.”

“I take it you're a 'Natural' Hoppy,” said Baretta with a dismissive frown, a hand on her hip.

“That's Skippy! And yeah, I don't have any cyber-enhancements or junk like that” She beamed with
quiet pride at that, since she thought that was a fad that would pass...someday. A shame she didn't know any magic tricks, either, but she'd always found ways to evade trouble in the past!

Then, when the reporter looked around the walled, overstuffed apartments, her freckled face fell. A reminder that most of the pople here wouldn't even be able to make that choice. Most of them would never be able to escape their desperate lives, while she was simply a tourist here, who made her way on their misery.

For a moment, she was tempted to scatter of burn her photos. But no. She needed this story! She could always tell the tales of people here, maybe interview them later...and fill her purse, too! Wouldn't they all win in the end...?

After they were all packed up, the three of them descended the stairs, which rattled under their feet. Occasionally, she'd stop to snap a few more photos, even while a small guilt gnawed at her.

Winds howled around them, and rattled the stairs some more, as they made their way in the darkness. Skippy paused to stare at the moon, framed by an ocean of stars, and snapped another photo, so entranced she was oblivious to the winds that whipped up her short skirt and exposed cotton panties, decorated in little polka-dots to match the freckles that adorned her stark white skin. Her bunny ears twitched absent-mindedly like her button nose when she worked.

A man below peeked out a window and leered up at her. His own camera zoomed in on a close-up
shot of her pert, panty clad ass, and the faint imprint of cameltoe with a cheeky wave.

She pulled and held her short, yellow skirt down and blushed furiously. “Creep,” she cried, while Baretta laughed. He ducked back inside when she hopped, several flights at a time, and yelped when she misjudged and almost slipped off the side, where she barely righted herself before she tumbled over the rail. “Whatever asshole, you're not worth it! Hope you liked the upskirt shot!”

“I think he's one of our usual clients,” noted Starr with a doll-like smile when the sisters reached her. “I don't think he meant any harm, but we can always talk to him later, if you like.”

“Forget it,” said Skippy, who waved the idea away and lowered her camera. “Maybe I should be
flattered. Anyway, how can you stand to live like this every day? All this filth and clutter, packed in
like a bunch of rats! It's so claustrophobic! I'd probably burn this whole place down!”

“You get used to it. Sure beats a bloody battlefield anyway,” said Baretta distantly.

“Yes,” said Starr. “It's...mostly peaceful here. Compared to the city outside.” The gynoid sisters also paused to study the sky, and the moonlight exaggerated the skin-tight black-and red attire which conformed to their physiques like a second-skin, their breasts, hips, and butts emphasized, all but their unmentionables on display, despite how the suits served as armor.

With a low whistle Skippy snuck a shot from behind, a 'Money Shot', as they'd put it! Her camera zoomed in, to sneak a couple butt shots.

Soon, they reached the bottom. Starr paid the fair for a hover-cab, not too far away from the walled-off apartments once they reached the familiar neon streets. While the scenery raced by, Skippy wrote a few notes to herself in a journal, but was careful not to list any sensitive information about her new friends, not even their names. She couldn't afford to blow this opportunity, not when she'd yet to really prove herself! Especially since her rival was probably out on the streets, too.

The story of a lifetime, and she might not even be able to tell it! Hopefully an encounter with
Sunset Shimmer would prove more promising, and finally allow her to land her breakout story, wherever the hell the flamed-haired beauty was now. She studied the mass-produced gynoids based on Sunset, who'd taken on lives of their own. At a look, she wouldn't have known the connection, since the dolls had been so altered.

*****

Trance and electronica music filled a club which shook from the volume. The brilliant lights flashed around the dancers that thrashed in rhythm to the music, among them Sunset Shimmer herself, who'd arrived in a black jacket, top that bared her midriff, short skirt, and fuck-me boots. Not that she'd likely wear most of that much longer, since the club had a 'clothing optional' rule and many clubbers, some men and mostly women, had already started to or already stripped to the buff. Clothes were collected by the bouncers, the floor soon a of sea of nude flesh.

One of those included the owner and DJ herself, DJ-PON3, also known as Vinyl Scratch. Aside
from her futuristic neon shades and headphones, she worked the turntables naked, like most of the
population still human, but more anthromophs popped up on the daily with the Elements of
Harmony revival's fallout. Vinyl shook her medium-sized tits and hips to the fast-faced rhythm, her spiky hair whipped about her. Her nipples stiffened up in the cool club air, which tipped her perky, medium-sized tits as they swayed and rippled with provocative movements.

Few ever dared broke one of the DJ's rules, since not only did she keep a number of bouncers on
hand, some with cyber-enhancements of their own, but a number of turrets lined the overhead,
ready to fire on anyone that attempted to dared to attempt use of lethal force in her presence.

Sunset couldn't deny the weapons made her a little uncomfortable. That aside, she couldn't exactly blame the DJ, not after the last time her club had been raided by the ex-president's goons. First, she tossed her jacket aside to a bouncer, who caught it and added it to a pile of clothes others had thrown aside. She scouted the dance floor, determined to find someone she could blow off steam with. Man or woman, human or anthro, she didn't particularly. Just that they were incredibly and up for all kinds of kinky fun!

She considered each prospect when she scanned the mobs. Dismissed each one for the moment. Some were human, anthro, with a mix of cybered-up or 'Naturals', all a cornucopia a potential pleasures for her to revel in...

Briefly, her eyes drifted back to the DJ, up above the dance floor, where her bared breasts
continually swayed back-and-forth with each wild movement. Those slopes, like the rest of her perfect ivory skin, were adorned by a shiny sheen of perspiration. Would she accept...?

“No time like the present. Worst she can do is shoot me down,” she said to herself.

She started to ascend the stairs, closer to the turntables. Bouncers started to move in, stopped when they recognized an old friend of the DJ, and started to pat her down. “Standard procedure,” one told her, and she nodded that she understood. A few of their hands lingered a little more than necessary, not that she blamed them!

Finally, they parted to let her pass. She steeled herself with another drawn-out inhale.

From where she stood, Sunset drank in a lovely view of Vinyl's round, delicious ass, bare like the
rest of her. Her black boots crunched on the floor when she strode closer. “Hey! DJ-PON3!”

Vinyl lifted her neon shades to show her eyes. She smirked at her, then nodded at her body.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, it's only fair I strip down too, if I want to be up here with you!” While the DJ rarely
ever spoke a word, Sunset had learned to ready her body language well, since they'd clicked from
the moment they'd met. First, she lifted her top, until her bare breasts beneath toppled free.

Vinyl whistled in appreciation and slyly leered, her eyes locked on Sunset's more sizable bust,
topped by wide areola, her nipples stiff in the cool club air, yet wet from the sweat she'd worked up.

Next, she undid and stepped out of her skirt, then her panties, until she fully bared herself. Last she started to reach for her boots, when the DJ shook her head. “They usually tell me to leave
the boots on,” said Sunset with a chuckle, who walked over and cheerily embraced Vinyl.

They kissed, hands around each other's waists as the turn tables were momentarily set to work themselves, and their breasts crushed and their erect nipples caressed, which produced an electric tingle in their tits. Palms were smoothed down their supple, feminine contours.

Their lips smacked and their tongues danced as they closed their eyes, lost in the moment when
their hands drifted down hips and cupped buttocks, Sunset tempted to let the DJ bend her over infront of the crowd and let her fuck her with a strap-on in the middle of the latest track. Vinyl wanted to do the same, as she kneaded her ample buttcheeks, which rolled and parted at her touches when she sank into her ample buttflesh.

Threads of saliva connected their lips when they withdrew and Sunset heaved her sweaty breasts,
illuminated by the neon flashes. “S-so...should we take this somewhere more private? Or...?”

The DJ's smirked widened with a shake of her head, and squeezed her asscheeks harder.

“Ooh...kinky! Well, it IS your club.” Already, clubbers below stared up at them, and watched them kiss and feel each other up, with the promise it would shortly lead to even more. “So, do you still keep some, er, toys on hand? Or...”

The DJ shook her head, and a translucent unicorn horn manifested on her forehead in a sparkly puff of raw magic, which shimmered a neon shade of electric blue. “Whoa. That's new.”

Ripples from the return of magic continued to manifest. Sunset gasped when the DJ, who ignited
her horn to manipulate her magical aura, started to prod and probe into her lower holes, while her
hands reached out and fondled her breasts and buttocks. Sunset moaned in appreciation.

“I-I have to learn a trick like that,” murmured Sunset, whose eyelids fluttered, hopeful she could become a pseudo-unicorn too. Full anthro mutations appeared to be more common for 'Naturals', and she'd only ever installed small enhancements. She felt up the DJ too, pinched and played with Vinyl's smaller but still quite supple assets. Her fingers traced and wormed their way into the DJ's slit with a wet squish, as she curled into her hot, sticky pink folds.

They whimpered and mewled a bit while they explored each other, oblivious to the crowds that
recorded them with their phones, not that either of them particularly cared. Faster-and-faster, she
finger-blasted Vinyl, who also picked up speed when her aura spread and hammered her orifices, with squishes and squelches to the beat.

Thankfully, the DJ chose waterproofed equipment, because they would soon squirt a little over parts of the machinery, but mostly on themselves and each other, their knees left to wobble from a shared, drawn-out climax.

Vinyl whimpered, but didn't say a word.

“Hell...yeah...” Sunset squeezed her lower holes, and felt Vinyl do the same as they finished. The pair of them huffed and collapsed to lean on the turntables, which skipped when they crashed into
them. The pair of women blushed deeper and shared a laugh while their breasts heaved.

So caught up were they in the moment, neither of them noticed a new guest that made her arrival.
A unicorn mare in a monochromatic costume, which included a pointy, wide-brimmed hat, a cape which flowed behind her, and a scanty outfit which emphasized her considerable assets.
Bouncers at the entrance, who'd moved to halt her, were dismissed with a casual wave of her hand, and crumpled at her heeled boots into a deep slumber. Garters connected to thigh-high, heeled boots when she strode onto the dance floor, swathed in a series of flashy neon colors.

A mob danced around her, many half or fully naked, but she ignored them. Instead her narrowedeyes focused on Sunset and Vinyl Scratch up above...and the turrets stationed on the ceiling. First, with a subdued click of her fingers, she manipulated the turn-tables.

Scratchy, discordant music filled the club. Many of the dancers covered their ears and shouted at the sudden noise pollution. Boos were drowned out, until unrest spilled across all the clubbers.

Sunset and Vinyl snapped back into action. “What the hell...?” The DJ shrugged when she tried to
retake control of her equipment, but they realized this hack was beyond any they'd ever seen. It was beyond military grade, at least any Sunset ever encountered in her time with the mercenaries, beyond her own skills to counteract.

Vinyl paid for the best defenses possible, but somehow they'd been cracked. She tried to shut it down entirely, as the abrasive music boomed louder by the second. With a frown and shaky hands, Vinyl's horn lit and fired a prismatic neon beam. The laser-like blast collided with her machines, which exploded into chunks with a thunderous crash, melted into a molten heap.

As the music wound down, Sunset cradled her. “You didn't have a choice. It can be replaced.” The
DJ nodded limply with a sniffle, while her bouncers attempted to restore order to the mob.

With another bemused click from the techno-witch, the turrets above whirred to life. Their
targeting systems locked onto Sunset and Vinyl, the latter's eyes widened when she spotted her
defense system turn on them. Desperately, she tackled Sunset when bullets ripped into the air.
Sunset yelped when they slammed to the floor. Gunfire cut a swath in a hail above them. A second slower, and they'd have been hit...!

More screams sounded around the club, who shoved and pushed their way across the interior in a desperate bid to escape, the bouncers unable to hold most of the tide which outnumbered them back. Bullet holes riddled the walls, whenever the turrets rattled and spat more bullets in their direction. Sunset and Vinyl kept prone when they crawled naked across the floor.

Round-after-round fired. Hundreds-upon-hundreds of bullets were released, until the emptied turrets rattled spent, overheated chambers, and stank of burnt metal. An eerie quiet started to settle into a mostly emptied out, ruined club, the walls near them torn apart.

“It's like they missed on purpose,” noted Sunset, aware the system's AI could compensate attempts at evasion faster than a normal human moved. “Why? Did someone want to scare us?”

A muted, choked sob escaped Vinyl's lips. She balled up fists which shook with fury. They peeked over the rail, at the techno-witch below, the one person that stood unperturbed by the incident, clad in a monochromatic costume.

Sunset furrowed her brow. “She looks a little like Beatrix Belladonna," she said in reference to the cosmic traveler that crossed into their dimension,
the 'Cyberverse'. "Or maybe I should say she
looks kinda like Bea's mother, Trixie Lulamoon? They're pretty much twins, color scheme aside! But I've never even seen her before! You?”

The DJ shook her head. When she met their stare, the techno-witch dismissively turned with a whirl
of her cape and her heeled boots clicked on the floor when she, too, strode out of the club while
the crowds outside thinned. The turrets whirred back down. The club went dark, its power supply cut. Cautiously, the pair slowly rose moments later when they were satisfied it was now safe.

Sunset checked on her old pal. “Will you be okay?”

“F-fine,” murmured a shaken Vinyl, who stared blankly ahead at the wreck. “How about you?”

Sunset opened her mouth in surprise, as it was the most words she'd heard her speak in quite
sometime. She realized Vinyl must be really rattled, since she usually chose to let the music and her body speak for her. Yet today, her own home had turned on her, thanks to a mysterious 'hacker' that could appare a 'hex' and override any machines, dubbed the 'Techno-Witch'.

They dressed and waited for the authorities to arrive, not that they could tell them much, other
than the 'Techno-Witch' had apparently been able to hack into the club's systems and override it. In her merc days, Sunset had seen turrets cut her comrades in half or punch holes in them.

She tried not to think about the pandemonium this terrorist could unleash, were she to seize control of Ethernity City's main defenses...

Chapter 3

Skippy, Baretta, and Starr snooped around uptown. With the reporter's contacts, she
searched up information about the other known ex-members of B.A.B.S., which included their
leader Babs Seed, Rainbow Dash, and Fluttershy. The latter apparently owned a hydroponic
plant quite out of the way, cut off from civilization and nestled in the wirlds, where she
apprently lived with a lady lover, some hippie. They'd seek them out if necessary, later.
Rainbow Dash performed street races, but constantly moved around. Lastly, Babs Seed
current whereabouts were completely unknown.

When she informed her new friends Baretta said, “Mostly a bust huh?”

“We do know where one of them is,” reminded Starr. “But Fluttershy's so far away.”

“And while we look for her Sunset could slip further to who-knows-where!” Skippy stamped a
foot on the sidewalk. “Damn it, with a runaround like this, the story we find better be worth it!”

“You can always make some shit up,” teased Baretta with a wry smile.

“And put my credentials in jeapordy? No way! Besides, I have my pride!” Skippy yelped and
hopped back when a hover-bike raced down the asphalt and narrowly missed her, the
bunny's short skirt thrown upwards when she flashed the riders with her panty-clad posterior
when they cackled and raced by.

More riders whirled around them, Baretta and Starr also forced to make evasive maneuvers. Her skirt flew up more with each wild hop she made. “Who're these clowns?”

“Halloween Party,” spat Baretta, whose hand hovered at her hip, ready to release a hidden
sidearm.

“Wait, I've heard of them! A low-level gang that likes to stir up trouble, mostly?” Skippy had
written a few articles and taken pictures of public and private poperty they'd wrecked.

“That would be them,” said Baretta. Stay close. This could be messy.”

A whistle sounded from a rider, who turn his hover-bike to the side and came to a stop inches
from Starr. She didn't flinch at his intimidation tactic, the punk dressed in a costume adorned
by a neon skeleton print. “Hey, babes. How about a ride?” He revved up his engine with a leer
at them.

“Never with you,” said Starr in a polite tone.
“Your loss, babe.” His eyes drew up and down their bodies, particularly the form-fimmed attire
the sisters wore, which they wore like a skin they could shed. “Hey,” he addressed Skippy.
“You a reporter? Spread the word, there's a story in it! Halloween Party is back and better
than ever, baby!”

“You losers aren't worth the slush pile,” shouted back Skippy.

“Hey...let's not provoke him,” said Starr, who stepped inbetween them. Yet while she tried to
diffuse the situation, while Skippy and the punk fumed, several hover-bikes stalled out around
them.

A crash sounded when several of the racers wiped out. Their were screams and horns when
a bike collided with a hover-car, which also malfunctioned. The punk was distracted and the
three women used the moment to slip away, where they ducked into an alley and shared a
look and a nod.

“Gotta be the 'Techno-Witch'. Played a similar trick at the club. Or so I heard,” murmured
Skippy.

Starr pondered, “Why would she waste such power on petty vandalism?”

“Did you see who she hit? I'd probably do the same,” answered Baretta, who crossed her
arms beneath her breasts which bunched up. “Anyhow, we'd better not confront her directly. Hell, we should steer clear of this nonsense!”

“You think so too,” said Starr, who raised a hand to her heart. “If she can control machines...”
Traffic signals rapidly flashed outside the alley. Traffic came to a stop from multiple crashes,
some of the machinery left to smoke in broad daylight. Authoruties and ambulances were
quick to arrive on the scene, while Skippy furiously scribbled more notes Most of Halloween Pary beat a retreat, but a few were cuffed and taken in, with no doubt blame would attempt to be pinned on them.

“Just a small public disturbance,” noted Baretta with her lips drawn in a thin line. “They'll be out on the street by tomorrow. Not our problem.”

Starr cast a trouble look at the damage and chaos beyond the alley, and nodded. Whilde
she'd been created to heal people, and all her programming screamed at her to help, like her
sister she'd learn to overcome parts of their nature. “I don't want to stay here anymore.
Please, let's move on!”

With all the smoke, noise, and crowds, plus help from the series of backalleys, it wasn't
difficult to sneak away from the scene. Yet they were unaware the cause of the incident
observed them.

A click sounded from the heels of Poly-MaTrix's boots when she glided down from a rooftop
and landed with practiced grace, while Media-Trix stumbled a little when she touched down
and rattled a trash can. “Careful,” she demanded with a roll of her eyes. Do you intend to
announce our presence?” Nevertheless, she offered a slim hand to help her smaller creation
right herself.

“S-sorry,” said Media-Trix with a thin blush. Graffiti swathed the brickwork around them, lined with grime. More signs left by rival gangs mostly. They moved to intercept their quarry before they pulled too far ahead, and their shadows crawled across the alleys amidst their steady pursuit.

They made it a couple of blocks before a whistle met their ears. The pair of women spun to
face a bunch of Halloween Party punks, over a dozen of them, some which wielded spiked
baseballs, chains, knives, or crowbars. Ghoulish costumes swathed the men and a couple
women.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” The one at the lead, who carried a spiky bat like a club,
was bulky with painted, vein-lined skin and stiches. “Garters and leotards? Are you two
hookers?”

“Hardly,” snapped Poly impatiently. “For your own sake, I warn you to desist. Now.”

“Not until you pay a toll,” the crew-cut leader of these thugs demanded when they closed in.
“You see, these are our alleys! Went and marked 'em when we moved into uptown! We won't
be pushed out of here anymore! You two look like you're loaded with spare credits! And if
not...”

He planted the tip at his bat between her thighs where it mashed against a leotard-clad
crotch, where he intentionally hooked the fabric with a nail when he dragged his weapon up
and tore the attire, her bare pussy exposed while they chortled. He continued to raise his tool,
which shredded up the midsection of her outfit, until her top shredded too, and her heavy
breasts bounced free, to wobble into place.

Her wide areola perked up in the alley's draft when she heaved, his bulk inches away from
her face. She stared back with a thin lip, unimpressed. “Is this how women are courted in this world? I hope you all enjoyed your little show, fools. Because I've decided you need to pay a toll of your own,” she warned darkly, whereupon a translucent, unicorn's horn manifested and shimmered like her deft hands which weaved.

“She really is a witch,” one called, seconds before her opened her palm to cast a 'Hex'.

It hit them before Halloween Party knew what happened. 'Naturals' were rare in Equestria
these days, almost everyone cybered-up to some extent to enance themselves, these
miscreants included. The hidden machinery and circuitry in their bodies were overridden by electrical pulses when she seized control.

Shocked screams rose from them when they thrashed, unable to break free when their bodies
betrayed them. Metal twisted and melted with a hiss and metallic, acrid reek. Fused when her
telekinetic aura forced them into a pile, until they resembled a mountain of fleshy trash.

“St-stop...! Please...!” Some of them cried and pleaded, metal crumpled and twisted with ease.

“Don't kill them mistress,” said Media-Trix, who watched with open-eyed horror.

“I won't. Merely a lesson. They amused me and satisfied my curiosity,” said Poly, who with a
deft hand wave, stiched back her torn garments and the circuitry which lined them like they
were new. Yet she couldn't deny she was tempted to experience more...amorous relations
with someone. None of these punks appeared remotely worthy, yet perhaps soon, she'd find
someone else.

“You can't leave them like this,” said Media, barely able to look at the twisted pile.

“And why not? It's a simple hack. The local cyrber-police should be able to crack it...in a few

hours, more of less.” With a shrug, Poly waved her palm across the graffiti with a flourish,
Halloween Party's markings altered and glitched out into magic runes to announce her work.
With a satsifed smile, she pointed at her follower and said, “Time to move on. We'll relocate
our prey soon.”

Any cries of protest, apologies, or pleads for mercy died out when they wandered off. Less
than an hour later, the police would discover the gangsters and worked to undo the meshed
together circuitry and melted metal, with several thugs left in intensive care. They babbled
about the 'Techno-Witch' and her short lookalike of a companion, while the authorities attempted to run inteference and keep a black out on the full story. Glyphs the suspect left in the brickwork
hummed and shimmered with arcane potency.

By the next hour, special forces were authorized and mobilized. After recent events, city-wide
security had been upped, which included a new set of mass-produced exo-suits which stood taller than a typical vehicle and housed a poliot, or in rarer cases, two. The mechanized monstrosities
skated a few feet off the roads, able to hover, their shiny armored shells loaded down with
heavy artillery that could level a city block.

“This isn't good,” said Baretta, after they'd made their way much further into uptown but kept
themselves on the downlow while they watched the exo-suits skid by in a whirr of machinery. “We saw those armored suits back on the battlefield, sometimes. Starr and I even piloted them a few times, in the thick of it. Different models, but the principle's the same. Think of them like tanks-”

“-but far more mobile,” finished Starr. “Will the mayor, Mezzo Soprano, declare martial law?”

“I doubt it,” said Skippy, however dubious she too felt. “From what I know she's nothing like
the ex-president! But she's probably worried Ethernity City is still in a vulnerable state!” She
mulled it over with a twitch of her rabbit ears and a button nose to match. “So, maybe they're here to hunt down the 'Techno-Witch'! Word is she 'Hexes' machines and overrides them to obey her! Should that terrorist seize total control...!”

Grimly Baretta nodded and said, “These babies could tear apart uptown in short order.”

“We can't let that happen,” cried Starr, who shifted her booted feet. “Sunset's a hacker, isn't she? Oh, but this is probably beyond her if the police and special forces can't handle it. Either way, we'd better find her fast!” They broke into a run, past the outpour of pandemonium nearby.

*****

With her home currently torn up and locked down by the fuzz, Vinyl Scratch took Sunset
Shimmer up on her offer to share a hotel deeper in uptown. News buzzed from a television
monitor stationed in their spacious room, where the two women stood naked after the latest
session where they'd made love to pass the time and ease their troubles. Sunset cradled the
DJ back by the waist, and savored the warmth and softness of her bare skin, while they
peeked out a curtain to observe the action.

Punks on hover-bikes, crashed and crumpled vehicles, police and ambulance wherever they
looked into the distance...not to mention the exo-suits that raced by the smoky bedlam. “This
is supposed to be one of the safest parts in Ethernity,” muttered Sunset, while her lover casually stroked her untamed flame-mane.

“It'll pass,” said Vinyl, who'd become a little more talkative, now that she didn't blast music in
her ears all the time. “Don't know what to do now. Not used to this.” She kissed her with a wet
smack, then traced her silky curves some more.

Sunset leaned into her lips, the brush of their bare breasts tipped by permy nipples, also uncertain as to the best course of action. Should they continue to run and hide? Seek help? Try and face their mysterious attacker themselves? She decided the latter idea would be far too foolish.

They barely knew what they were up against. And she wasn't about to lose more comrades
because she went in half-cocked. She threw the curtain back shut, and tackled Vinyl back to
the bed with a creak when they bounced atop it, laughed, and felt each other up while they
kissed some more. Hands smoothed down their sides, traced their hips and buttocks as they
worked themselves up with idle foreplay.

The DJ's fingers danced through her tresses each time their eyes locked and their tongues
intertwined. Sunset shifted so that their thighs opened and their pussies met with a wet
squelch, where they started to grind their hips and the DJ recalled her translucent, eletric-blue
unicorn horn, which formed a construct that resembled a phantom horsecock and drove both
flared sides into their pliable cunts with a wet squish. They moaned and squeezed parted pink
folds around the heated yet liquid-like intrusion, which drove so deep it tapped on their cervices and spread their tunnels open incredibly wide.

Better still, the DJ with a smirk could manipulate at will, caused it to twitch, throb, and vibrate
within them. Groans rose from them, as they pounded back to meet still cunt-to-cunt despite
the probe, in a wild bounce of sweaty, supple breasts and buttocks each time their hips
moved in a provocative display of their raw lust.

They'd already soaked and ruined one set of bedsheets. What was another...?

Slimy secretions saturated their slits. Spiderweb strands of lust connected the lovers, as the
DJ worked her aura further, which also encircled their puckers of their pink assholes and
buzzed around them, the pair already pushed to the brink when they shifted so their swollen
love buttons mashed in more sticky squelches.

“Fuck...Vinyl...!” They held hands, squeezed and quaked and creamed a slurry of femine lust
on each other and all over the bedsheets, the DJ's own release mere moments after Sunset
squirted. The world went blank between them, lost in the moment, until they collapsed,
winded, breasts left to heave in strained breaths.

The horn and auras disappeared. They laid-side-by-side atop soaked sheets as their busts
heaved, the slopes dotted by sweat droplets.

Pretty soon, after they stumbled into a shower, they were back in each other's arms, and
traded kisses while their hands wandered all over. Both were oblivious when someone
outside the hotel room overrode the door security, and made their way into the currently
empty room. They were too lost in the warm water, the playful touches when deft hands
lathered up handfuls of smooth, shiny skin.

The intruder peeked in a moment and saw two feminine silhouettes in the bathroom intertwine
behind a thin, steamed up shield, their muted moans barely audible over a rush of a shower.

“Not what I came for,” said the man that had snuck in. Dressed in a beaten up hat and old-
fashioned suit, complete with a tie, he started to rifle through wherever he could find, their bags and the dresser drawers included. Clothes which included lingerie, bras, and panties were littered about, not to mention a number of sex toys, some in the shape of horsecocks, but he shook his head and continued to fruitlessly search for a pay day. His eyes narrowed at a purse left inside.

“Gotcha! Cellphones...credit cards...I know there's a story here! And Sunset's the key!”
He wasn't a petty thief...he'd merely 'borrow' what he needed. His rival, Skippy, had beaten
him to the punch before, and he wasn't about to be left out in the cold! Swiftly, he worked to
crack the security on their phones. Glances were nervously cast back to the shower, where
he exhaled in relief to see the two women were still at it, their silhouettes pressed into the
steam shower shield. He ducked out of view when, with a particularly violent thrust of her hips, Vinyl, who took Sunset from behind with her aura to probed her holes, caused Sunset's massive breasts to wetly slap on the drenched shield, which flattened to mash on the surface, her wide pink nipples flattened into saucers.

Over-and-over, titties smacked on the glass while the DJ pulled her mane and playfully spanked on asscheeks a bright red. Sunset screamed her pleasure all the while, another climax worked from her when their lips locked and crushed.

“Eureka,” he muttered when he made his way into their recent messages. He placed a bug in
their systems, so he'd be able to easily track them down later, while he sifted through
information and mostly discovered only a bunch of saucy pictures for his trouble. Mostly of Fluttershy and her girlfriend Tree Hugger, who proudly posed in their hydroponic plant, the pair of nudists shameless. He marked the location in his own phone, in case he needed to head there.

"What a kinky bunch," he mumbled when he saw more pictures and video evidence of Rainbow Dash, who'd participated stark naked in a recent street race, after she'd made a bet with Wispy Willow. "Hmm, so Dash knows a member of B.A.B.E., eh? Could always come in handy later."

No lewds of Bab Seed were in the lists. However, he did note that all of Sunset's old merc buddies were still on her contact list with a mischievous chuckle to himself. He memorized their numbers, satisfied, then quickly moved to make the room appear untouched and put it back in order.

Unfortunately by that time, the shower started to wind down. The bathroom door creaked
open. Unable to make it to the door in time, he instead dived for the closest and hunched into
the shade, whenever Sunset walked fully naked aside from a towel she set in her hair with both
hands, closely followed by Vinyl Scratch, also denuded when she placed her own towel into
place. They headed into the bedroom, still oblivious while he hitched his breath and swallowed hard, with nowhere left to escape.

“I really needed that,” said Sunset with a fucked silly smile and a blush on her cheeks.

“Me too,” said the DJ, who narrowed her eyes at a stray pair of panties partially hidden under
the bed their intruder had missed. “Shimmer babe, I'd call you a slob, but I'm even worse.”

“I remember. All those empty soda cans and beer bottles,” said Sunset with a snicker when
she remembered old times.”Now, what the heck should I wear when we head out? I don't want
to crash here more than we have to.” She approached the closet in a swivel of shapely hips, and the intruder's heart skipped a beat.

She was so close he could smell the faint hint of her perfume and shampoo from where he
hunched in the dark, and prayed she wouldn't look down and to the side when she rifled
about what hung in the closet, so close that when she bent over slightly, and tossed her
toweled off to shake her mostly dried fiery locks loose, one of her suspended, heavy breasts
draped inches from his face where it swayed.

A stray teardrop-like bead of water she'd missed rolled down a titty slope, to rest on her pink
areola, where it then dangled from a stiff nipple bud. With the sway of her hips and breasts
with her movements while she worked to locate an appropriate outfit, one of her tits nearly
smacked him in the face, and the bead of water splashed into him and tickled his nose.

Desperately, he held his breath to restrain a sneeze. “Nope...too slutty, even for me,” she
mumbled to herself, and turned to search further, his breath hitched and thankful she'd
decided to look in the other direction.

However, this put her round, wide ass directly in his face, his head shrank back to the wall so
he didn't touch it. Subdued wobbles rippled across her buttcheeks when she shook her hips
and hummed, and when she bent forward more, wherw a peek of her exposed anus and twat met his eyes, treated to her soft pink delicacies.

“You look fine in whatever,” called back Vinyl from the bed, where she toweled at her wild
mane, otherwise unclad while she watched the news drone low and flashed about her. “Remember, it was your idea to ditch this place.”

“Yeah, yeah. It's obviously not safe here,” said Sunset, who bent even further to find out what
was at the very back, the man's nose practically buried between her buttcrack from close
proximity. He could feel her body heat, unable to tear her eyes away when her pert ass wiggled a bit. “Aha! This'll do!” She scooped up a crop-top, mini-skirt combo suspended near the end.

When she exited, outfit in hand, Vinyl cocked an eyebrow. “Plan to hit up another club?”

“Maybe. I don't know. Rainbow Dash is probably closest to us,” she considered, whenever her hands pressed the outfit to conform against her bare chest. “Fluttershy isn't hard to find, but she's stationed out of the way. With Bab Seed, who knows? She doesn't keep in touch with her ex-mercs much these days. Guess she's moved on.”

His breath and posture relaxed when Sunset tossed herself onto the bed with another bounce
of her breasts when she settled in next to Vinyl, and shared a fresh kiss while they watched
the news. Still, he kept himself hunched in the shade, worried that they'd catch him from the
corner of their eyes the moment he relaxed.

Eventually, with the outfit placed aside on a dresser, the lovers reclined onto the bed with the
old stained sheets bunched up and cast aside, their heads restled on pillows while they
cuddled, hair tussled about and draped in loose locks. Within a half-hour, they drifted off into a nap with muted snores. Thankfully the low noises of the TV would help hide the soft scrunch of his running shoes on the carpet, when he stealthily made his way to the door and let himself out.

With another sharp breath once back in the hotel hallways, he strolled and whistled to himself
innocently. “Almost had you that time, Radius Rex! But you're not about to let a little upstart
like Skippy show you up, are you?” He entered an elevator, and made his way out of the
hotel, where he casually blended into the crowds.

He'd skimmed a few credits from Sunset's account for his own use. She probably wouldn't
even notice, with how rich the ex-merc apparently was. Maybe he'd treat himself later for a job well done. He could use some coffee and donuts to perk him up. What mattered now was that he beat Skippy to the punch! He too heard word of the 'Techno-Witch', and believed were he to stick close to Sunset and her pals, she'd surely
turn up! Evidence of her presence popped up everywhere he went, always a few steps behind.

A small paunch shifted when he darted on shoes made to run, back into the clear on the
sidewalk. Rex searched a satchel suspended over a shoulder, found his own old-fashioned
camera, and snapped a few photos. They'd called him a quack, a conspiracy theorist, but
evidence of the paranormal was all around them! Just look at the Elements of Harmony reactivate! Atleast his rival, Skippy, understood that much!

“Better keep my distance,” he told himself. His eyes darted to the billboards, which were out-
of-control when they flashed a rapid series of advertisements, 'hexed' by the 'Techno-Witch'.
Intuition told him it was important. “A concert...could she be there? But which one? I don't keep up with these fads Seems like Sunset may know B.A.B.E., but...” Almost on a whim, he flipped an old-fashioned coin. “S.L.U.T it is,” he decided with a sharp nod with a low whistle.

Tickets were likely sold out. But such troubles had never stopped the slippery reporter before...

Chapter 4

Concert tours swept across every corner of Ethernity City, to celebrate the reconstruction efforts of the now-acting mayor, Mezzo Soprano. After the ex-president of the city's largest conglomerate had been deposed with his corruption thoroughly exposed, a new era was to dawn for the people, further bolstered by the reactivation of the Elements of Harmony. Yet with gangs and other criminals sweeping out into the open to take advantage of the power vacuum, and armed police being released alongside large exo-suits to try and keep the peace, a fresh sense of unease had started to spread once again.

Crowds filled the streets of uptown, traffic jammed in all directions. Shouts and honks filled the air. Wrecks caused by the 'Techno-Witch' certainly hadn't helped. Radius Rex kept his distance from the thick of the action while he snapped up pictures, sure the witch must still be nearby.

To track her movements he made his way down the blocks, closer to the venue where the infamous S.L.U.T. band played. According to his sources, Eclipsed Heart, leader of their rival band B.A.B.E, had recently been seen with them while their other members, Wispy Willow and Kitsune of the Nine-Tails, were mysteriously absent. Definitely an intriguing story there too, but not important compared to what he sought!

Punks from the Halloween Party gang blended with many of the S.L.U.T. fans, many of them dressed up in leather and chains or covered in tattoos as they waited with the mob about the concert building. Rex quickly slid around the building, dodging security before climbing a fence which landed him in the back alley.

He huffed as he felt a little winded but held his breath to quiet himself. His attention was soon drawn though as he faintly heard some voices nearby. Moving as stealthy as possible, he hid behind a corner before peering over, seeing some Halloween Party punks alongside the leader of the S.L.U.T. band.

“...You can always come back,” offered one of the Halloween Party punks.

“Get real,” answered Carrion Hellfire, a leaned and toned woman who resembled a 'cyber-harpy'. Her short spiky mane was half-shaved, her spiked metal bikini-style cybernetics fused into her otherwise bare frame, and her teeth sharp and metallic. “I left that life behind a long time ago!” She waved a thin but muscled arm at them, adorned by a blade-like curved wing plume.

“I remember when you were just anorexic street trash that used to eat out of dumpsters!” One of the goons barked back, while Rex recorded the conversation with his cellphone. “A junkie that used to self-mutilate! We helped put your outfit together when we formed Halloween Party, but now you think you're better than us!”

“I've never run or hid from my past!” She yelled back. “And I am better than you! You've torn across the city and put it even further on edge! Why don't you slags-”

She paused as with her cyber-enhanced eyes she spotted the punk beginning to reach for a weapon beneath his jacket, and in one swift motion she slammed her fist into his face, the punk roaring as his nose was crunched from the blow. Staggering backward, the punk clutched his nose, blood oozing between his fingers.

“YOU BROKE MY-!”

The punk was unable to finish his sentence as Carrion knocked in two more blows to his head, knocking him unconscious. The other thugs quickly moved in with switchblades and other small arms as they all yelled out a war cry, while Carrion only formed a grin and chuckled.

She appeared between two thugs before grabbing each of them with her arms, her sharp feather-like blades slashing them as she quickly slammed both of them into the ground. A punk threw a knife at her, only for her to block and then return fire with her serrated feather knives, the thug yelling as metal embedded itself into his arm before he was cut off as Carrion jumped and slammed him with her knee.

By now, some of the more weak-minded punks began to slowly back away; even with the non-life-threatening injuries, she meant business. But now that she was on the opposite side of the alley, blocking their exit, there was nothing much they could do but keep fighting.

“If you really wanted me back, stop being wimps and face me!” Carrion taunted. This triggered them to rush at her again, with her quickly and efficiently knocking down everyone that came her way. Hot blood splashed and soaked the asphalt red, as she punched and cleaved at the band of wild attackers.

Finally, one managed to get in range as he slammed his knife into her chest through her jacket. Glee filled his face only to be surprised as Carrion simply pushed him and the knife back before removing her coat, revealing her metal bikini entirely, complete with pointy tips on the top to match her nipples.

“Next time kid, aim for the neck!” The harpy stated, before grabbing his face and slamming him down onto the ground.

Within a few more moments it was all over, as every punk laid around her shiny-booted feet. Looking at one that was still conscious, she knelt before staring into his eyes.

“Next time you think about facing me, don’t.” She warned before turning around to head back to the building. Radius, who was busy looking at the pictures he had taken of the brawl, quickly sprung into action as he raced to follow her. He followed her through the shadows before seeing her enter a door, which he barely managed to slip through as it automatically closed.

He knew he’d potentially be fined and even sent to prison if caught, but that hardly mattered to him. As long as he got the story before Skippy did then it didn’t matter if he ultimately got kicked out from his business, he would get to the Techno-Witch first!

He followed Carrion's trail to the dressing rooms where the door was left open. Carrion slid in to meet her fellow band members, one of them named Riptide Ruth, a massive, muscular shark woman who tinkered with some of the band's equipment in one corner.

“Welcome back love,” said Ruth. “Gear's all in order. Triple-checked. Just wanted to make some last-minute tune-ups.”

“Go ahead,” said Carrion, who toweled off splotches of blood on her shiny metal bikini. Obrya Slithervane, their final member, stared at the red splotches.

“You okay?” She too stood incredibly tall, since the lamia's marked snake tail was forced to curl up when she fit into the room despite its expanse. Lime-colored, thin waves of locks trailed down the half-serpent woman's body, which was naked aside from a few scales which bled into her naked skin. “Want me to take a look, sweetie pie?”

“It's mostly from the poor bastards that picked a scrap with me,” Carrion stated as Obrya slithered over, her bare, suspended breasts heavily swaying, tipped by thick nipples.

“Halloween Party, I take it?” Obrya asked, to which Carrion nodded. “They've been all over the place lately!”

“The whole bloody city's gonna turn into hell at this rate,” said Carrion before spitting into a nearby sink.

“There,” said Ruth, who patted one of her machines. “We're on in five minutes. Get ready.”

Obrya flicked her serpentine tongue seductively with half-narrowed eyes before smiling. “Time to knock 'em dead!” The band's poster girl said as she seductively shook her voluminous, bare breasts, which bounced wildly. For many, the former circus performer was the main draw of these concerts! They readied themselves to move out, to which Radius Rex ducked back behind a corner before they could spot him.

S.L.U.T., known for its abrasive style, tended to draw in youth culture. Groupies were all too ready to tear their clothes off, hoping that Obrya's tail would pull them by the waist onto the stage and take them for a 'ride' on its length, since her coil was covered in scales and silky smooth on the underside. Discordant, hard-edge music started to thunder about the concert arena as the three of them made their entrance into the darkened room, which shook once the intense noise pounded away.

Gore and fake blood rained from above, onto the skulls and bones which decorated the floor. Carrion Hellfire, Riptide Ruth, and Obrya Slithervane picked up their instruments, shouted to the crowds which went wild, and started to play, while Radius Rex watched from behind the scenes. “I'd prefer the classics,” he quipped and adjusted his straw hat and tie.

In the midst of the crowd, Sunset Shimmer and Vinyl Scratch, due to their connections, had scored some last-minute tickets. Around them, the crowd screamed, trashed, and sweated. Not too far removed from the DJ's own club when it went wild, which the 'Techno-Witch' had senselessly ripped apart.

“Not my usual type of music,” admitted Sunset at the cacophony of deep screams.

“I like all kinds of music,” replied Vinyl, who leaned in so she could hear her over the noise. “But I'm sure you came for the show!” She slid her hands onto Sunset's stomach below her short shirt.

“True that,” mumbled Sunset with a crooked smile, as her lover’s palms slid up to cup her bare breasts below her blouse. Gently, the DJ squeezed them since all eyes were locked on the feral band. She slowly drew circles around her areola, causing Sunset to moan as her nipples stiffened to fullness at her sly touch.

Quite a few women were already partially or completely disrobed, girls that hoped the lesbian band would pick them as they pressed as close as possible to Obrya, who shimmied above due to scales under the lights.

The DJ tweaked Sunset's nipples before whispering into her ear. “Hot shit, isn't she?”

“Y-yeah,” whispered Sunset huskily. The DJ's translucent unicorn horn suddenly materialized, and a phantom hand started to slide beneath Sunset's skirt, where she rubbed at the thin fabric which stuck to her slit, her cameltoe visible and soon moist when she started to idly trace the taut, puffy snatch.

“Time to play you like an instrument,” teased Vinyl, who sucked on her ear while she felt her up. She slid her magical aura beneath Sunset's panties and started to trace circles around her mound and clit. Sunset squirmed, chewing on her lower lip, and moaned, her peach-like ass pressed back to the DJ's crotch.

“It's...not fair I'm the only one...at the mercy of...oh~...” She clenched her holes with another cry.

Frustrated by the way the DJ teased her, Sunset's subconscious worked overtime. With the advent of the Elements of Harmony, her own buried potential began to manifest, her own transparent unicorn horn soon appearing atop her skull. Orange phantom hands started to tear off the DJ's clothes, her breasts first freed with a heavy bounce, followed by her butt and bare mound as Sunset swiftly, almost violently, stripped the DJ that toyed with her, causing Vinyl’s eyes to widen.

“Sunset! You have a horn, too!” Vinyl yelled before being interrupted by her own moan as the spectral palms started to fondle her all over, her supple flesh rolled and molested freely. The two women playfully warred for dominance, as more arcanic magic surfaced around them. Soon, their cutie marks started to appear, emblazed partially across their hips and buttocks to brand them.

They soon lost themselves completely in the moment, pressed closer to the band as they unknowingly forced the crowds to part. Their hands wandered openly, their lips pressed to meet with a wet smack.

Obrya's half-lidded, snake-like eyes soon spotted the pair of bisexual women, to which she licked her mouth with her tongue.

“Delicious~,” she hissed. Her tail shot out and scooped them up. They were planted on her tail with a plop, their bare, wet, and sticky pussies pressed onto the scales as they mounted Obray's thick coil which twitched below them.

The snake woman's maw met theirs in a three-way kiss, her tongue slithering down their throats as she started to fondle them. Grinding atop her tail, Sunset and Vinyl left a slimy trail of their lust down the coil which dripped, rolled, and smeared her shiny scales as they rode her.

“My latest sluts~,” teased Obrya, who squeezed and spanked at their firmly held tits and asses. Their hot, wet pussies pressed onto her tail, rolled across it, and they shivered between their moans. Her mouth slid lower with delicate kisses, where she took their titties into her mouth and suckled on them heartily before she released the saliva-drenched tits with wet, lewd pops. “Such perfect skin~! So sweet~!”

Small squirts splashed across the snake's tail, both women putty in Obrya's hands. Carrion Hellfire cheered her on while she strummed at her axe and shouted into the mic, while Ruth's muscular arms beat at drums, the machines shooting plumes of flames into the sky amidst piles of skulls which served as morbid props.

Meanwhile, in a new hidden location, Radius Rex let out a bored sigh while absentmindedly zooming his camera onto Sunset’s face, which warped in ecstasy.

“Ugh, where's that blasted witch? It would help if these people played some actually good tunes.” He muttered as he impatiently tapped a foot, barely able to take the erratic noise the youth these days called 'music'!

At this point, Obrya lifted Sunset up by the hips, her thighs spread wide open and wrapped around the snake woman's face as her elongated tongue sank into her pink pussy and spread it open. Her licks drew circles around her walls and tickled her slimy folds as she flicked at her cervix. Sunset squirmed, arced her breasts with her head tossed back, and squealed when she squirted into her maw, which Obrya slurped up while she fondled her squishy buttocks and lust ran down her chin. She drove her hips hard into Slithervane's face when she rode out an intense, messy climax.

Sliding down Obrya's bare breasts, Vinyl also harshly rode her tail, gushes of the DJ's arousal sloshed from her cunt as she came over the fans. Sunset and Vinyl happily submitted to Obrya's sensuous touch, happy to be her submissive sluts for a time. The concert had barely started, and already S.L.U.T. put on the show of a lifetime!

***

Outside the venue, mobs swarmed around the concert hall. Skippy, Beretta, and Starr arrived on the chaotic scene, easily able to blend in with all the wildly dressed people that were reveling in a party that spilled across the streets, with the local authorities unable to completely keep them in check. Cars and motorbikes were parked all over the streets, with the three of them barely able to make headway.

“Chances are we'll never be able to find Sunset if she's here,” lamented Beretta.

“Don't lose hope sister,” replied Starr. “These situations tend to work themselves out!”

“At least there's plenty to see,” noted Skippy, who rapidly snapped more pictures. Lots of people were in costumes or otherwise elaborately dressed. Some, as Skippy noticed, had pseudo or full-on anthropomorphic forms, their exotic and often beautiful forms on display.

Advertisements for several bands that played in the area flashed around each corner. S.L.U.T., B.A.B.E., Sixth Measure, the Dazzlings, and several other groups and stars which Skippy mostly knew from trashy tabloids she'd checked out to study the competition for the paper she worked for. The news industry was sadly going towards death’s door, yet there were still those like her and Radius Rex who raced to try and capture the headline title for a dwindling audience!

Not far from the mass of bodies, more Halloween Party members raced onto the scene. Immediately, heavily armed cyber police moved to track them, which included the massive exo-suits that towered above.

“All it would take was a small spark to set off a riot.” Skippy thought to herself as she watched before she swallowed hard.

“All this military hardware makes me uncomfortable too,” said Starr. “It reminds me of old times.”

“That's why we packed heat,” reminded Beretta. “We're pretty much weapons, anyway!” Beretta said before looking at Skippy. “In accordance with the old laws, we're considered property. Will the new mayor alter that?”

“Can't really say. Never met her,” said Skippy to the gynoid sisters. “But she can't be worse than the last one!” She bunny hopped closer, into the thick of the action, curious what went on inside the concerts. Beretta and Starr pushed apart the crowds to follow her when they also moved closer to the complex.

Shouts came from up ahead from the side of the building. Skippy came close as she was able as her camera lens zoomed in on an automatic door that slid open with a whirr. Security guards grabbed a familiar short and stocky man by the shoulders, before tossing him down the steps onto the street.

“Don't come back, pervert,” warned one of them. “Or else we'll have charges pressed!”

The man in the hat dusted himself off. “I'm not a damn pervert,” protested Rex with a hearty shake of his fist. “I'm simply after a scoop!”

“Again, no reporters allowed!” The guard yelled before stepping back inside while the door zipped closed behind them.

“Grrr! Radius Rex!” spat Skippy as she looked at her old rival. Hearing her growl, the older man turned his head in her direction before chuckling.

“Aha! Good to see I'm on the right track, Skips!” He said once he marched over to her, despite the snarl on her freckled face. “Huh.” He said when he looked to Beretta and Starr, his eyes creased. “Hey now, you two look kinda like-”

“Just a coincidence,” assured Beretta, before Skippy jumped in.

“So, tossed out on your fat butt already?” The bunny reported asked. He chuckled before pulling out a piece of straw and chewing on it, to which she twitched her eyes.

“Yeah, flew too close to the sun and all that. At least they didn't destroy my camera! Got a ton of nice pics that'll shoot me to the top story this week!” Rex said when he playfully shook his camera in front of her before pocketing it back for safety. Skippy simply scoffed before gesturing behind her.

“Please. With all the chaos around us?” Skippy tilted her head at the exo-suits in the distance. Rex simply looked for a moment before shrugging.

“Sure Skip, sure. But we both know this ain’t the biggest news on the block. You're on her tail too, aren't you? Sunset Shimmer, who'll lead us to the 'Techno-Witch!'” He exclaimed proudly before smirking at Skippy. “Hey, I usually work alone, but maybe we can team up and pool our resources, and split the rewards?” Radius cheekily smiled at his rival who frowned.

“No way! I'd sooner have us both lose, old man!” Skippy said as she petulantly stamped a foot.

“Come on,” cut in Starr with her soft-spoken voice. “He doesn't seem bad. Mister...?”

“Radius Rex!” He said gleefully as he offered his hand, which she shook, followed by Beretta. “Skippy's been on my case from the moment we've met! Jealous that I'll overtake her!”

“Fat chance,” spat Skippy. “Just stay out of my way! The 'Techno-Witch' story is all mine!”

“It's a free country,” reminded Rex soberly with a nibble on his straw. “At least, that's what the new mayor claims. Not that I really believe her, with all this military hardware and police presence about. Watch your back, okay?”

“You too,” said Starr, who frowned when she watched him turn and leave. Beretta shook her head before looking at Skippy who kept a pout on her face.

“Why do you dislike him so much? Don't tell me his claims are true?” Beretta asked.

“What, that I envy him?” Skippy asked before scoffing. “Don't be ridiculous! Rex's been in the business forever, and I'll admit I've learned some stuff from him, but I- He annoys me, that's all!” Skippy yelled as she threw her hands up.

Of course, she knew it was irrational, but unbeknownst to anybody but her, he had unintentionally showed her up in the past and she never fully put that behind her.

“I hope he'll be okay,” said Starr. “These are troubled times we live in!”

“He can take care of himself,” assured Skippy. Like her, Rex didn't carry a weapon, but from what she'd seen he sure could run! Already, Rex had disappeared deep into the crowds, where he continued to fish for the 'Techno-Witch'.

***

“And all of them are unaware of how just how close by we are.”

From another rooftop, Poly-MaTrix and Media-Trix overlooked the area. The brim of her hat shadowed the sun above as the 'Techno-Witch' observed the mortals like she was a Goddess, with Media-Trix as her herald, someone to speak to and share her troubles with when she felt particularly vulnerable.

She'd already altered a number of advertisements along the way, an easy breadcrumb trail for her pursuers to follow.

“Of course, by the time anybody figures that out, my plan will already have been set in motion.” The ‘Techno Witch’ proclaimed, before chuckling as she stroked Media’s mane with a magic-laden hand. “Don't worry,” she told her shorter creation. “I don't intend to kill anyone.”

“But you’ll still end up hurting people.” reminded Media-Trix somberly. Yet she went ignored like usual, Poly's eyes left to scan across the roads for new arrivals, like a snake waiting for travelers to pounce on. Millions of numbers flowed through her eyes whenever probabilities were rapidly crunched and calculated, the 'Techno Witch' ready to 'Hex' more systems to put on a real showstopper to wow the masses.

“Given time, they'll all worship me like a Goddess, or else, they'll face my wrath!” Poly-MaTrix stated before letting out a cackle.

Her eyes suddenly darted downwards when multiple airborne drones slowly flew from the buildings, unintentionally towards her since they scanned for any potential troubles. Before any of them could even take footage of her, the Techno-Witch swiftly overrode their systems, feeding false videos so that the two of them would remain invisible to anyone watching the cams until the time was ready. A spark of inspiration quickly struck Poly, who smiled wickedly.

“And why stop at staying invisible when I can become even more omniscient!” Poly exclaimed as she further hacked into the system, and soon thousands of different video and audio feeds coursed through her mind.

“Of course, any other mind would melt under this load, but I am special~!” Poly exclaimed, as Media silently rolled her eyes. Poly smiled as she quickly skimmed through all the footage, including that showed what the other bands were doing. Eclipsed Heart, Wispy Willow, and Kitsune of the Nine-Tails worked overtime to entertain their many fans nearby, as were the other bands that played their hearts out.

Her attention was soon brought up to her one of many new eyes as a spy drone zoomed into a section that had been cornered off from the rest of the city. Experts were doing their best to study a multicolored rift in reality, not unlike the one she and Media-Trix recently arrived in.

Her thoughts came back to the B.A.B.E. members, as to how often they were missing between tours. Had the band members stumbled upon one and explored this nexus in reality, too? From what she'd been able to ascertain, B.A.B.E. once performed vigilante work in secret in the dead of night, until the current mayor, Mezzo Soprano, cut them a deal where they now secretly worked for her.

“And for what? Just because they ‘legally serve justice’ from the shadows doesn’t put them above common criminals. Would be just better for everyone if I overthrew that Mezzo off her high note.”

She thought for a moment before letting out another laugh.

“Nah, screw them all. A GOD doesn’t care about anything. I’ll just entertain myself by pulling this city one riot after another.” Poly stated before viewing every single person that she could through her hacked drones.

“Won’t matter whether you’re sleeping, eating, working, even fucking, you’ll all become my servants for my entertainment,” Poly stated with a malicious sneer of a smile. “For when night falls, things will certainly get interesting~!”

Author's Note

Sorry that this took forever to update. From this chapter (and presumably onward), Shadic Midnight Blitzer will be helping me collab with this story!