Fl0ra blinked. Or, rather, her space age polymer armored lenses briefly shielded and then un-shielded her cyber optics, her usual superimposed augmented reality HUD menu updating its graphics to the latest patch. Icons appeared in the lower-left portion of Fl0ra's vision, a music note for 'Hacker.Radio,' an 'i' with concentric rings radiating from the tittle for 'Internet,' and so on. The icons faded from view until Fl0ra would need them, alongside cross hairs for rocket punches and holstered laser pistols.
"5p3@k1ng 0f wh1ch, 1 n33d t0 p1ck up @ n3w gun," Fl0ra thought to herself, a notification popping up in her vision notifying her that her internal systems had filed the reminder away for later. "N0w, 'M0n0,' w@s 1t?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Mono replied, standing at attention and saluting before yanking up the musical icon for 'Hacker.Radio' and using it as a seat. "How do you like your latest upgrade?"
Before Fl0ra could properly answer, a stumbling grumble and clopping of hooves sent her cyber optics darting towards the back hall. Another unicorn stepped daintily out from behind the frame, a willowy beauty of slender silvers wearing the finest of regal silks and royal jewels. Fl0ra knew on the Colonel Ring that this was another aspect of herself--'Flora the First,' didn't she call herself?--but though the mental connection between them remained, the medieval elfin figure felt so different from her newly doubly cyberpunk'd self that it was almost like interacting with a different person.
"Wh@t'5 up?" Fl0ra asked, unable to resist a chiptune-distorted giggle as Mono floated behind Flora the First in her mind's eye, making silly faces and rabbit ears behind the other unicorn's head that she'd never see.
"Most unfortunately, I am," Flora the First snorted, crossing her arms beneath her modest bosom and staring down her nose. "Doth thou not know it is the witching hour? A princess needs her beauty sleep, mine far-flung-future doppelganger, and you hath thus so far deprived me of it. I was having the most wonderful dream about a dashing prince when your mechanical shenanigans roused me from mine slumber!"
"Do you think we should include her on the fun?" Mono asked. "It's still you, sort of, after all, so why not?"
Mono snapped her fingers, and 'Mono.Malware.Exe overtaking system' flashed across Fl0ra's cyber optics. Fl0ra's arms moved on their own, snapping just as Mono had done, tiny sparks shining to life from the point of contact. The sparks danced and whirled through the air, whirring around Flora the First and sending her flowing robes blowing wildly. Flora scarcely had time to exit out of the 'Mono.Malware.Exe has released control of system' before she saw she wasn't the only one (or perhaps she was?) receiving one of Mono's 'upgrades' this evening.
"I was thinking we could keep the 'punk' subgenre thing going," Mono explained as Flora the First's lithe form grew considerably less so, slowly bulking up, muscles shaping and defining themselves. "But with a twist, of course. There's far more 'punk' out there than just the 'cyber' variety, of course."
"What devilry hath thou wrought?" Flora the First demanded in a lower, deepening voice, growing deeper still and decidedly more gravelly by the moment. An Adam's Apple pushed out a bit at her thickening neck, facial features becoming boxier and more squarish, angular, rough. A silvery beard sprouted below her chin as slight breasts melted back into firming, expanding pectoral muscles. Biceps, thighs, everything became more masculine by the second.
Fl0ra's neon blush diodes flared as a certain other thing grew, becoming equally larger and harder by the moment and pressing out in a sizable bump from the crotch of Flora the First's dress. Flora the First blushed hotly as well, covering the offending length with her larger hands to try and prevent it from popping out, something Fl0ra was sort of hoping might happen anyway. A bit disappointingly, it did not, as Flora the First's dress reshaped and grew thicker and more concealing as well.
The downward skirt split into two, the resulting fabric wrapping itself about strong legs and darkening to become a pair of finely pressed breeches. Brass ornamentation appeared on her hooves, her hands turning entirely metallic and shiny as they hardened into true metal. Gears and pistons forged themselves from flesh, creating old fashioned robotic limbs hissing with steam and whirring with clockwork precision. Matching twin smokestacks grew from Flora the First's broadening shoulders, a pair pointing down as well as a sort of Victorian jet pack.
What was left of the upper dress rewove itself as a flower-patterned vest and ruffled undershirt over a fancy smoking jacket, a cigar appearing in Flora the First's mouth as well, which Fl0ra noted had come to sport silver teeth. Lastly, a top hat popped into existence to nestle around Flora the First's finely-mussed mane while a telescopic monocle encased her left eye, steam hissing from her mechanical horn.
"I say, wot wot," Flora the First coughed through a haze of steam and cigar smoke. "What in Queen's name newfangled buggery have you hounded me with this time?"
"I call 'her,' or 'him' now, 'Sir Florence'," Mono said. "What do you think? Any other upgrades we should try? Any other punk genres? I've always wondered about 'Deco Punk' myself."