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The following is a work of fiction and parody. The characters are derivitive of characters in the original works parodied. This story containes adult themes and should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18.

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CYANIDE AND OLD LACE

The plasma blast ripped a hole in the pavement directly in front of Clover. Though only a couple of inches deep, it was more than enough to trip the blue-furred pony. This would not have been a problem except that she was running at well over 300 miles per hour. She tucked herself into a tight ball, converting her forward momentum into a controlled tumble rather than a bone-jarring fall. Startled by her maneuver, the rows of murder-bots were unable to move aside fast enough to avoid a collision. Clover plowed into them, scattering them like ten-pins before regaining her hooves. Laughing, the pony spun in a tight circle creating a windstorm that scooped up the remaining androids.

On her left, Cassia was keeping a large pair of battle-tanks occupied by performing a tight pattern of aerobatic moves. The weapons' targeting systems could not keep up with the pink pegasus as she spiraled, dove and looped above them. Swooping in low and fast, she planted a solid kick against the gun barrel of one of the tanks. Its turret spun madly like a crazed dog chasing its tail. Smoke rose from the tank as the training gears were stripped clean. Hovering in front of the gun barrel, Cassia turned her back, bent over and pulled down her panties, mooning the crew. Infuriated, the tank's gunner fired, then watched helplessly as she zoomed away and the shell slammed into the other tank.

On the right flank Cinnamon was dealing with a second pair of tanks in her own unique way. Teleporting just behind the turret of one, she went down on one knee and placed her hands firmly against the armor plate. She closed her eyes and concentrated. There was a green flash of energy and every rivet in the tank suddenly teleported. When they re-appeared, they had formed a small cloud about five hundred feet above a second rank of murder-bots. Gravity did the rest. The tank abruptly fell apart. The occupants found themselves sitting atop a pile of scrap metal, looking up at the pony-girl. "Geez... You'd think Panzer Beorn would have heard of plate welding by now," she taunted. The green-furred unicorn teleported over to the second tank where she repeated the process.

Within five minutes the entire armored brigade was nothing more than scrap metal. From his remote command car the maniacal weapon-smith screamed in frustration. Realizing he had lost, he opened the cover on one last control button he had labeled 'Get the hell outta Dodge!' Before he could push it however, his command car started tumbling. The mutant grizzly bear found himself being bounced around as if he were inside a cement mixer, cursing the spherical design of the vehicle all the while. Outside, the ponies were thoroughly enjoying their impromptu game of three-way volleyball. By the time they finished, Panzer Beorn actually wanted to surrender himself to police custody.

The girls spent the rest of the afternoon helping to clean up what was left of the tanks and murder-bots. They delivered the metal to a scrap yard, earning about seven million dollars for their high school's recycling drive. Then, after receiving thanks from the city manager, for about the twelfth time that month, the ponies headed home.

"Hey Professor... We're back!" called Cassia. She looked around, but their foster father was nowhere to be seen.

"Maybe he's in the lab," suggested Clover. They all looked. Sure enough, the blinking red "Do Not Disturb" light was on and the door was locked.

"Well... so much for dinner!" grumbled Cinnamon.

"Look at this!" said Cassia, coming out of the kitchen. In her hand she held a fifty-dollar bill and a note from the Professor:

"Dear Girls,

I'm going to be busy in the lab until morning. Why don't you each order your favorite pizzas. There's some iced tea and plenty of milk in the refrigerator. I'll see you at breakfast.

Love, The Professor."

"Okay everyone... What should I order?" asked the pegasus.

"Cheese, tomato and pineapple," called Clover.

"Triple meat-lover's." shouted Cinnamon.

"Then I'll get the spinach, mushroom and olive special. Anyone want soda?"

"What... no beer?" muttered the unicorn.

"Cinnamon... You know we can't drink alcohol. We won't be twenty-one for another three years."

"Okay...okay... Root Beer then."

Cassia quickly dialed their favorite pizza shop and placed an order for three jumbo pizzas. Outside a shadowy figure stood and turned off the listening device he'd hooked into the phone line. Smiling, he stealthfully circled back to the street and checked his satellite map. It quickly traced the route the pizza delivery van would most likely take. He picked a spot about a quarter mile from the house, positioning himself for an intercept.

* * * *

"Left... Left... Now! Hard right...Get 'em," cheered Clover.

"Do you mind?" grumbled Cinnamon. "I'm trying to focus... Aw frak! Frak! Frak! Frak!"

"You should stop saying that," Cassia warned as her racecar crossed the finish line ahead of the unicorn's. "If the professor hears you swearing he won't let you watch the Science Fiction Channel any more."

"Hey... I can watch what I want... I'm old enough. And besides, that's not even a real word." Cinnamon replied, tossing the game controller to Clover. "Your turn!"

The doorbell rang. "I'll get it," sang out three voices in unison. There was a mad scramble for the door which Cinnamon won by virtue of her teleporting ability. The portal swung open revealing a cloaked figure holding three pizza boxes and a two liter bottle of root beer.

"Pizza," came a voice from underneath the large, shadowy hood.

"You don't look like a typical pizza guy," muttered Cassia, tilting her head in curiosity.

"Our store has a new owner," the figure explained smoothly. "We're going twenty-four hours and he's changing our name to Zombie Pizza. This is my new pizza delivery get-up."

"Sounds cool." chuckled Cinnamon. "You going to offer brains as a topping?"

"Yuck... Gross!" Clover responded.

"Not that I know of," the voice replied, passing the boxes to Cassia. "That'll be forty-two fifty please."

The pony handed him the fifty. "Keep the change."

"Thanks," he replied. "You guys really going to eat all that?"

"Well, when you've got a supped-up metabolism like ours, this just barely covers firsties!" said the unicorn.

The pizza man shrugged, turning to leave. "If you say so... Good night."

Cassia closed the door behind him, failing to notice the small, thin, circuit card he'd slipped into the door jam just above the lock.

The robed figure returned to the van and drove around the corner to wait. "It won't be long now," he chuckled malevolently as he opened a jumbo pizza box and began devouring the contents. "What... No carrot topping?" he muttered.

He waited about two hours then returned to the house using another vehicle he'd positioned nearby. The police would find the van and driver by morning, but it would be too late to stop him from implementing his plans.

He parked in front, then quietly made his way up to the living room window. As he'd guessed, the ponies were all passed out on the couch having consumed the drug-laced pizza he'd brought them. Moving around to the front door, he pressed a small button on his wristband. There was a soft click and the door swung open. Removing the circuit card, he walked over to the blue and green furred ponies first and checked them. They were sound asleep.

Bending down, he tossed each of them over a shoulder and carried them with ease out to his car, dumping them unceremoniously into the back seat. He returned moments later carrying the pink pegasus who he put in the trunk. Checking around one last time, he climbed behind the wheel and drove off.

* * * *

Clover was the first one to wake. Though she felt warm and comfortable, for some odd reason she was unable to move. Opening her eyes, the blue-furred equine found herself strapped tightly to a thickly padded metal table. Her hands were pinioned above her head and her hooves spread apart and locked into clamps. She tried raising her head, only to find a metal ring encircled her neck, magnetically holding her firmly to the table.

Frightened, she looked around. She saw Cinnamon on her left clamped down equally as tight to another table, and across from her was Cassia. Looking at the other two ponies, the blue equine could see the metal collars were more than just restraints. A series of lights pulsed in tempo to their heartbeats.

All three of the ponies were naked. Strangely enough, Clover also felt a kind of fullness. She clamped down with her cheek muscles and discovered that a long, soft, flexible butt plug had been inserted into her anus. An even thicker and longer dildo had been slipped past the delicate folds of her sex. She nickered nervously and called out to her sisters. The unicorn continued to snore softly, however Cassia began to stir, then she opened her eyes.

"What the heck?" She pulled at her bonds with no success then oddly enough sighed and smiled blissfully as if enjoying their situation. Clover shook her head. Her sister, they had discovered a few years back, actually liked bondage.

"Cassia... Cassia, come on... focus. We're in trouble here!"

"Oh, indeed you are," rumbled a familiar voice, "but not the kind of trouble you may think." A door slid open and in walked a heavily robed figure.

"Hey! You're the pizza guy from last night!" said Clover.

"Pizza Guy?" mumbled Cinnamon, her eyes fluttering open. "What pizza guy... HEY! What the HELL?"

"What's going on here?' demanded Cassia. "Where are we?"

"Oh... Why you're my guests," he replied smoothly.

"GUESTS? What the HELL are you talking about you SICK, DEMENTED, FRACKING PERVO?" The green furred unicorn uselessly kicked and yanked at her bonds. "LET ME LOOSE BEFORE I RIP YOUR HEAD OFF AND SPIT DOWN YOUR FRACKING NECK! GEE DEE WACKED OFF...MMHHUULLFFF!"

Moving swiftly, the robed figure had shoved a ball gag into Cinnamon's mouth and bound her muzzle shut. "AH! Better, much better! Now, maybe we can have a rational conversation." He reached up and pulled back his hood then removed the cloak, draping it over a nearby chair. All three girls stared at him in silent disbelief. He was a pony... just like them. "If I may introduce myself... My name is Cyanide; but you may call me master.

He was about the same size as they were with black fur everywhere save his chest, abdomen and muzzle. Here the fur was white as was his close-cropped mane and hooves. From his forehead jutted a spiral horn, like Cinnamon's only silver in color. His tail was also like hers, except that instead of ending with a tuft of fur, it was flared like that of a dragon. He also had wings, similar to Cassia's, only black and white.

Physically, he was impressive. His body was that of a gymnast with nearly perfect muscle tone. Beneath the robe he wore a scarlet breechcloth. Because it only covered his front half, it did not hide the white spade that highlighted the left side of his buttocks.

"Cassia, look! He has a hex symbol too... like my club, your heart and Cinnamon's diamond!"

The pony stallion laughed. "Of course I do! We're a matched set. I was born from the same batch of chemical hex that spawned you three."

"That's impossible," the pegasus asserted. "That batch was stolen by our enemies...Slow Moe and Joe Moe. It was lost when we cornered them in an old barn."

"Yes... I remember those crazy lemurs. You three jumped them and they dropped the flask, spilling its contents all over the place."

"How would you know?" asked Clover

"I know because I was there," he replied. "You even saw me... Don't you remember the 'cute little horsy' you petted after the battle?"

"That was you?"

The stallion nodded.

"What happened? How?..."

"It's rather simple, really. Some of your chemical hex splashed into my feed trough. It was soaked up by the oats there and I ate them. It might never have amounted to much except there was a thunderstorm that next morning. I was standing at the barn door watching the rain when a bolt of lightning hit me. Feed, plus chemical hex plus one point twenty-one gigawatts of electricity equals... well, Me!"

"Okay," replied the pink pegasus. The 'science experiment' explains where you came from, but it doesn't do much to tell us why we're here... strapped down like this."

"I thought that would be obvious," the male pony said. "You are here so I can breed my own herd of loyal, super-powered followers."

"Say WHAT?" Clover responded.

"Why are you so surprised?" he asked. "Wild stallions are intended, by nature, to be dominate within their species. We are the only ones of our kind. Being the only male, it is for me to rule and you to submit.

"MO MUMPH MIN UH MAKKE...MU MAZZI MASHTARD!" mumbled Cinnamon through her gag."

"Yeah... Like she said!" Clover responded.

Sighing, Cyanide picked up a remote control from a nearby table and thumbed a switch. All three ponies suddenly stiffened. Both the dildos and butt plugs began vibrating, gently at first, then with slowly increasing intensity.

"Consider this your first day of class, my wives. I shall pleasure you and teach you the ways of our kind, and you in turn will gladly give yourselves to me. I shall return later to check on your progress." With that, he left.

"I... I don't understand!" said Clover. "Why can't... UH! Why can't we just break these clamps?"

"MMM... OHHH! It must be, HUFF the collars," Cassia moaned. "Somehow they're in...in...MMMOH... inhibiting our powers."

"MUVFIN MON OPH... OPH... OPH... MMMMMOOOFFFF!"

"Maybe...HUFF... maybe you can... can get your laser vision to... to OHH... cut off my collar." Clover offered. When there was no response she looked over at the pink-furred pegasus. Her sister was completely lost in the moment, rotating her pelvis as if trying to grind against the devices filling her.

Cassia's eyes were closed and her lips pulled back. Her breath came raggedly between clenched teeth. She could feel herself building closer and closer to what she was sure would be a powerful climax. Then, without warning, both vibrators suddenly shut off.

"Oh HELL NO!" she cursed in frustration. She looked over at both Clover and Cinnamon. She could still hear a loud buzzing sound. Both ponies were trembling on the verge of release when their vibrators also shut down.

"MHAF? MOFFFISS!!!!!"

"What happened?" nickered Clover. "I... HUFF...HUFF...I was so close!"

"It wasn't a power failure." The pegasus observed. "Maybe Cyanide has these things on a timer, or worse a sensor."

"You mean he wanted them to shut down?"

"Maybe," she replied. "If so, we'll know soon enough."

"What about your laser vision?" asked the blue pony. "Will it work on these collars?"

"If I can get it to light off," Cassia replied. She focused on Cinnamon's collar for a moment since it was the easiest to see. Her eyes began glowing ever so briefly, then faded back to their normal appearance.

"Well... that was a wash. What about your ice breath?"

"I could TRRRYYYYYYIIII!!!" Clover suddenly screeched as both vibrators suddenly came back on. Moments later she was joined by the others. "OOOHHHH! That feels.... feels... so GOOOOODDD!" she whimpered.

"What... what about your...OHHH...your breath?" the pegasus called.

The equine huffed loudly several times, producing several small puffs of ice-cold breath, but again, nothing significant. "I... HUFF... HUFF... I can't... can't focus," she moaned.

Again, for several long, torturous minutes the dildos and plugs continued to stimulate the ponies up to the point of climax before shutting off, denying them the release they wanted.

"You were right," Clover panted. "They are on some kind of sensor, but why?"

"He said it was some kind of training program. I think the correct term is conditioning. He probably wants us so tired and frustrated that we'll do anything in order to get off. Sort of like Pavlov's dogs."

"I don't wanna be a dog," whinnied the blue pony.

"MULLFU MICK MIS MOPHRKIN ASH.... MOFL MAPHFFL!"

"Cinnamon's right!" said Cassia. "We've got to keep our heads so we can kick that chauvinistic pony's ass!" She looked around the room, but there was little to see other than the tables to which they were strapped. She tested her bonds, pulling down on them as hard as she could. Other than a slight creaking, nothing happened. As she was about to try again both vibrators suddenly came to life, this time sending a small electric current through her body. It didn't harm her, but she did squeal and her fur stood up on end.

"You okay?" asked Clover.

The pegasus nodded, then stiffened as she felt a now familiar vibration coursing through her. Both of her sisters also moaned.

For the next three hours the ponies were subjected to a combination of electric jolts, sexual stimulation and orgasm denial. Over and over again they were brought to the very edge, only to have the vibrators shut off. By the time Cyanide returned, all three were on the verge of crying in frustration. Sweat, musk and sexual fluids had soaked into the table padding

"How are my wives doing?" he asked, checking the inserts and adjusting them. "Are you ready to join my herd, or do you require more convincing."

"Go...go and... go and fuck yourself," Cassia panted tiredly. "We're not your... your toys!"

"Ah, but you are... Nature demands it, and we are all subject to our natures." He scratched the pegasus behind her pink ears. "You know, I think your little green-furred sister over there is having a bad influence on you. Such vulgar language is hardly necessary."

He strolled over to Clover next and ran a hand delicately under her chin The blue pony's eyes were wild with need and frustration, so much so that she actually tried to take a bite out of his hand. He pulled it away quickly enough then waggled a finger at her. "I think you need a bit more training, my dear. You need to learn to be appreciative of the attentions I give you." He turned away as tears welled in the corners of her eyes.

"And you..." he said, walking over to the green unicorn, brushing his hand back and forth across her belly. "Do you think you've learned enough humility that I can take that gag off you now?"

Cinnamon had been unusually quiet since the male pony had entered the room, but that did not keep her from shaking with suppressed rage and frustration. She'd tried several times to teleport out of her bonds with no success. Now, she focused in on this anger, using it to concentrate her energies... not to teleport herself away, but to teleport the collar away from her.

For the briefest of instants, the collar vanished then reappeared again. In that split second of non-existence delicate circuitry fused and fried itself. The collar shorted out. One moment, Cyanide had been enjoying the silkiness of her green fur as it brushed through his fingers. In the next, he found himself flying head first across the room and into a nearby wall.

Though furious, Cinnamon kept her wits about her enough to free her sisters, shredding the control collars with her bare hands before slamming into the male pony, hooves first.

Cyanide fought back, lashing out with a lightning bolt that struck the unicorn and sent her crashing against one of the tables, knocking it down. Unfortunately he found himself under vigorous attack from both Clover and Cassia who not only pummeled him mercilessly, but also applied their laser and ice powers. Taken by surprise, it was only moments before he was completely subdued.

He awoke to find himself naked, strapped to one of his own tables. His spare control collar was firmly clamped around his neck. His bruises had already healed themselves thanks to his enhanced metabolism, but that was little comfort in his present circumstance.

"You can't do this to me!" Cyanide bellowed. "I am the dominant sex. Only I have the right to rule. You are my wives... my herd!"

"Blah, blah, blah," mocked Cinnamon. "Why don't you give it a rest?" She crammed the ball gag in his mouth and strapped his muzzle shut, smiling wickedly all the while. "Anybody got a camera? This is definitely a Kodak moment!"

Cassia pushed a button on the remote they'd taken from him and the room filled with the sound of the vibrator they'd inserted up his tail hole. The butt plug caused the male pony to come swiftly to attention, his phallus pushing aside his breechcloth.

"Look," Clover said chuckling..."A flagpole!"

"I don't know about you guys," said the unicorn, "but I'm still as horny as hell and I want some relief. What say we put this horn dog to work for us?"

"I don't know," cautioned Cassia. "He's the same species as we are. I wouldn't want to wake up pregnant one morning."

"I know," said the blue-furred pony. She went over to the smashed table and rummaged through the broken circuitry. Clover popped up a moment later triumphantly holding an 'O' ring gasket in her hand. She passed it over to Cinnamon who rolled it down to the base of his rather lengthy member. It made a perfect cock ring.

The male pony struggled futilely as one by one the three girls took turns vigorously riding him. By the time they'd finished, several hours had passed. Cyanide was not much more than a quivering mass of unfulfilled horseflesh. Cassia took mercy on him and snipped off the cock ring when they had finished, allowing him to release a geyser of spunk that coated both himself and the table. The stallion's eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out.

"So... What do we do with him." Asked Clover

"I think we should take him back to the professor. Maybe he can help reform him. It would be kind of nice to have a guy around the house... I mean aside from the professor."

"Yeah... Someone we could play with whenever we wanted.

"CINNAMON!" admonished both Cassia and Clover.

"Hey," she complained, "All I did was say what everyone was thinking..."

AND SO, THE DAY WAS SAVED, THANKS TO, THE POWERPUFF PONIES!