Sounds promising. I'll check this out

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Thank you, hope you enjoy!

“They call me obsessed. But I'll show them.” He ran his fingertip between the tits, down the navel, over the tight cleft of a womanhood, a soft pastel pink peeking out from the slit which moistened. They were manufactured to fulfill his fantasies, reacted in exactly the way he desires, but whatever love and affection they showed him was a cruel reminder they were fake.

Because they are completely right

He pressed a button under his desk and said, “You're needed.” Within a short time his secretaries arrived, Rarity in the lead like always, his favored of the three, with Coco Pommel and Sassy Saddles at her sides. They too were automatons based on the deceased women, old friends of his lover, who smiled at him dressed in scanty, for-hugging gowns that exposed them.

Damn you are crazy and very obsessive

She also took the time to see more members of B.A.B.S. One of these was Rainbow Dash, who sat in chamber and tinkered with her metal wings.

This doesn't make sense to me

Rainbow shot her a blank look. “I tried to perform the Sonic Rainboom. Ruined myself instead.” Her words her bitter as she bluntly stated the facts. “They say I was lucky not to end up a cripple, but they had to amputate. I hooked up with B.A.B.S. And after a number of runs was able to buy some passable replacements. Now I'm just kind of here.”

Were not her

They took a private cab that belonged to Spike to the downtown section. Each of them were armed to the teeth, except for Beatrix, who refused to carry so much as a sidearm. “They scare me,” she admitted, such weapons rare or nonexistent in most places she'd been. “Plus, uh...I'm pretty useless in a physical confrontation.” She blushed and wished she'd asked her dear departed father, Shining Armor, or her mentor Sombra for lessons in basic swordplay, at the least.

Were rare or nonexistent

She didn't recognize most of those hear. Many moaned, writhed, and blushed, in a constant state of over-stimulation. She realized they were junkies addicted to some form of virtual world. Belladonna understood the temptation herself, to never worry and simply submit to pleasure, that many would choose to be a prisoner rather than face a cruel, cynical reality.

Here not hear

Trixie Lulamoon was similarly hooked up, but her terminal was a little different from the best, a large sum of credits spent to rent it. It conformed to the wishes of its wearer, the woman's pussy and ass stuffed by liquid metal tendrils that shifted to perfectly fit her, and throbbed in-and-out. Similar ones filled her lips and shaped themselves into horsecocks which she stroked.

Rest not best

I definitely did not like spike fucking Beatrice it ruined the chapter for me.
I don't know what to think about the whole werewolf thing either

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What about Rainbow Dash doesn't make sense? If you mean the metal wings she had to replace her real ones after an accident, can't recall if I explained that in chapter 2 or the upcoming 3.

What about Spike having sex with Beatrix ruined it for you? Keep in mind this is a different Spike, the Equestria Girls version. This fic has a pair of competing Spikes.