The Search For Sunset Shimmer

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...