Hunt of the Loonies[Cloning,Pegasister Genki TF]

A beaming falling star streaked through the eye, reflected in a visor of her shining eyes. Target was locked. Samus his 'fire'. Missiles went flying out of her ship and homing towards the pink puffball falling out of the sky. The explosion rocked the atmosphere and sent it flying back down to the surface somewhere over ponyville. The bounty hunter landed her ship and started scouting for the fallen target. When one could be found she started blasting away everything in her path, be it pastel colored ponys, houses, woods and farms, everything. She swore on her chozo linage she'd find hunt and destroy her hated enemy if it was the last thing she did. She just had to find it first.

Somewhere in a little fox den, the fallen star poofed up. Shaking off the burns and dust like only a cartoon can, Pinkiepie gave an exasperated sigh, and rolled back into the ground worried. If she didn't find a way out soon she'd be bird-chow. As she rolled on the ground, she fell through the 4th wall falling directly through the roof of someone's apartment. A blond loli turned around behind her, sighting a pink party pony in the midst of her hiding.

"Oh hiii, why are ya hiding behind my couch pony?" She grinned like a shark and poked the rubbery poofy pink pone as if she were a balloon.

Pinkie poofed back up. "Long rad mad story tootsie, I made a robot lady really really mad and now she want to blow me up! It was funny at first but now- well it's still kinda funny. But I've got to hide from her." The girl giggled and helped her over the couch. "You can stay here so long as you have some fun. No slouches here! I cut'em up when they get dull."

"Oh, no need to worry about that!" Pinkie huggled her new host, shaking her pigtails in the process. "I'm Pinkiepie, the most fun pinktabulous party pony there is!"

The girl giggled, shaking Ponk's mane. "Nui!"

The two from there spent every immeasurably hyper-excited moment giggling and prancing around Nui's compound. They went to the arcade and played DDR, than put on some tailor swift to dance to "Shake it Off." Going through their kitchen they baked a dozen cakes together and had their fill. With dozens of sugary snacks and candy at their side they marathoned 12 hours of "Star Trek: The Next Generation" with faux glasses. They even found a way to send surveillance drones up the 4th wall Pinkie broke and spy on Samus.

"Hmm, she seems superduper mad!" Pinkie remarked.

Nui nodded her head. "Maybe if we get you a disguise you can be safe? I am a Courtier, I can get you a new outfit and new you in no time!"

"That sounds like a superduper great idea!" Pinkie bounced off the wall and fell back down on a salon chair right away for Nui to get to work.

The first thing Nui did was take out some specialty reality altering life fibers and substances to re-fabricate Pinkie's very existence. Some clay-like substance was smeared all over Pinkie, and with a squeeze there and inappropriate grope there (Met with not-so-innocent giggles), Nui began to remold Pinkie. She flattened her muzzle, divided her hooves into fingers, reshaped her legs and calves to allow her to stand up straight, shrunk her waist and with the skill of a master sculptor had given Pinkie the form of a human! The next thing she did was stitch a mask with some plaster material and fabrics, before sewing them onto Pinkie's face. The resulting combination fused with her cartoon flesh and gave her a cutsey girly appearance- one much like herself.

In fact, with the ensuring redressing, sexual adjustments, an ink brush here or there and a stitched pigtailed wig on Pinkie's body, she'd looked exactly like Nui! Nui giggled to herself, proud of her work. But it wasn't enough to just look like her she figured since Pinkie's behavior might give her away. She stitched marionette fibers onto Pinkies mind and with a kiss and few tugs, had manipulated her mind to act, think and behave just as she would!

The end result was a perfect Nui clone. "Oh wow! How exciting, I look just like you! I FEEL like you! I'm so happy I could just hug you, and cut you up and stitch the pieces and hug that too!" The new Nui cheered.

The two huggled, feeling new sensations fill their mind. A love of mlp, for not only Pinkiepie but of everything to do with the My Little Pony franchise. They were driven by a rabid fanlust to consume every bit of mlp merchandise and media they could.

They put on their Star-Trek watching glasses from earlier as mlp badges appeared on them and their bodies became a tiny bit unclean and unshaven. The next 72 hours were spent ordering plushies, making mlp cosplays, talking about their favorite characters and fanships, RPing as mlp characters and of course Marathoning the show nonstop! They baked and cooked up another sugary house party, this time a mlp themed one where they stayed up all night and talked about the show while watching it. Their merch came in the middle of the night, plus some meth and cocaine they'd snuck in and it was a zany hella' time.

When they woke up, the two were enlarged. Surrounded by toys and plushes, having marathoned 5 seasons and filling their faces with as many calories as theoretically possible, they bounced back up. Pinkie burped, sucked in her gut, and Nui snapped herself like a rubber band, ridding her gut. They'd partied like there was no tomorrow, because today tomorrow wasn't guaranteed. No, after getting their sugary antics out of the way they vowed in their nasally fangirl voices to take on the threat above.

"Now than, *snort* sis! Let's finally see if my handiwork holds up." Nui said with a bit of a lisp. The two held hands and skipped their way back out through the ceiling up the wall, and out the fox hole that Pinkie came from.

At this point most of Ponyville was an irradiated wasteland. Little of the town remained but smoldering ruins and endless craters. The two strut out cautiously and with the utmost care, screamed at the top of their lungs. "HEY SAMMY, WANT TO COME ON A DATE? I'M WAITING FOR MY WHITE HORSE AND TULIPS NOW." The two dorkified Nuis shouted in unison.

Within .01 Nanoseconds Samus had rolled over to their location in morphball and aimed her cannon at their head. Than Nui's- than the other Nui.

She switched back and forth for all of 30 seconds, sending the other two into shivers and giggles.

"Hihih, cannot you see!" "We tricked you, now you cannot see which is which!" Both Nuis boasted.

The bounty hunters screen flashed. "Scan complete." With a shot of absolute-zero, she froze the Nui to her left, than sent a plasma shot incinerating the contents inside. Once the ice melted, the plaster, fibers, goop and paint, ink and clay-like shell, it all blew away like a Popsicle stick tragically wasted in the middle of July. Only Nui and a very drenched and parched Pinkiepie stood, fixing their glasses.

"Oh wowwie, that toy of yours is really hot." She laughed, falling back. Samus marched in front of her, recharging and aiming her gun as Pinkie tried to crawl back.

"Come on, cannot we talk this out?" Samus was silent. "Laugh it out, who doesn't love laughter?" Silence still. "Okay, let's go hit a pillow! Or shoot a pillow. No- hug a pillow, no hitting or shooting! Let's hug only pillows that aren't Pinkiepies and aren't hurt again, hehe, right? Wouldn't that be so much...fun?" Silence was all. She pressed her arm towards Pinkie's muzzle. "So... no parties than?" The lights on the gun started to load.

"Well that's no fair, you didn't even give me a chance! Gee Sammy, no wonder you're such a grumpy goose. All I did was say that you 'technically' weren't a bird but were raised by some and therefore should be put on the endangered species list and given a whole bunch of parties and celebrations for all the birthdays your parents missed held on that supersad place there they died and we could even invite that dragon for you to forgive her and then we could all just eat cake and have a way fun time! And I said it in front of all those important space people so they could help out too!"

Samus shook with rage. She was visibly quivering, and sent her shot firing in the distance, causing a nuclear explosion to go off far in the background. With steam coming out of the cracks, she took off her own helmet and began conking Pinkie's head with it. Blunt and raw, she beat her down again and again, savagely striking Pinkie with it. Each one left cartoony sound effects, but probably some pain aswell.

Pinkie had been bluntly assaulted by Samuses never ending helmet-conk. She conked Pinkiepie so hard with her own helmet, it fell square onto her head and forced Pinkie's upper half in. The advanced technological apps within its software activated immediately as it sensed that it's 'owner' was not well, and somehow not physically matching her usual self, not visually or genetically. It began emitting radio-wave transmission nanonites (tiny automated machined that worked at the subatomic scale smaller than the most basic cellular molecules) to heal and recover its owners.

The Pink pony began to feel weird. Her body grew out and gained massive bulk, pink fur shedding and squishy limbs hardening. Every part of her filled out and contorted until her upper half fit the suit, right down to her now human head with an adult woman's face. Her lower half followed as her former contours vanished, leaving Samus's curves and fleshy bits instead. Biometric signals altered and controlled her brainwaves until her mind suited her body, essentially being copies from Samus. Even the armor began to duplicate itself using the dirt that she stood on to recreate a new suit. A minute later, what was once Pinkiepie was now another Samus clone. She took off her helmet and gave the original a nod. Two bounty hunters, although an unexpected development wasn't unwelcome. They turned towards Nui and aimed their guns at her. With a freeze shot keeping her in place, Samus took off her (regrown) helmet and plopped it on Nui.

Nui screamed and struggled, thrashed and cried. But within minutes the same process occurred, processing her flesh and converting her into a fresh brainy new samus just like Pinkie before her. Samus took her helmet off and examined her new form, no longer that of a twerpy girl but strong and athletic bounty hunter. They were Samus, all three of them. Together who knows what they could've accomplished.

Sadly for them they wouldn't get a chance to find out, not as is. The helmets beeped and announced foreign material still detected. Correcting...', an error repeated in all 3 of their suits. They beeped in a pattern as if they were communicating together.

The suits turned a colorful pink all of a sudden. The plates at the hips expanded, taking the shape of a polished shapely dress. Her shoulderpads became more oval and slanted. Their visors went white and formed a heart shape. Some of the bulk of the suit became slicker and tighter, rubbery pink like her zero suit but sleeker rather. The plates remained at her knees, arms and breasts in a fashion resembling Nui's former dress, with the rubber covering underneath from head to toe. Two puffy curly pigtails made of pure light emitted out of the back of her helmet, a pair of cat-like ears did too. They seemed to lose a dozen years and became young teenage girls, their suits following suit to match their new size. They were short and lithe, but not lacking in athletic rigor or mass by any chance.  Suddenly a parasol popped out of her gun. All 3 of them had parasol guns, in 3 identical and frilly suits of hyper-advanced armor. They couldn't help but giggle mechanically underneath their helmets, their personalities gaining blends of Pinkie and Nui's fun loving chaos causing mentality. They still thought of themselves as bounty hunters, but now they had a new prerogative in their mission: "FUN!" What was the point of apprehending space pirates if they couldn't enjoy themselves well doing it, playing around with their victims sadistically with laughter, maybe throwing a party now and then?

The three adorable hyperactive geeky-loli clone bountyhunters did a little sugar shake, bumping rumps and then skipping back to the ship. A whole new world of strange adventures awaited the three.