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The following is a work of fiction copyright Radical Gopher. It may not be duplicated or redistributed, in whole or in part, without the express approval of the author. The story contains adult themes and situations and should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18.

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MAID TO ORDER

"On my mark... 3... 2... 1... MARK!"

Cyanide pulled the switch and watched as the ethereal energies flowed across the lab and into the cylinder. It glowed amber, and through the translucent cover he thought he could vaguely see the shadow of a figure. The pony looked over at the professor. "How long should we keep the power on?"

"Well... if everything works as planned, about five more minutes. Then we drop the power level by sixty percent and bring the potion to a boil. After that, it will have to simmer for about a week."

The black and white furred pony raised a quizzical eyebrow. "Are you sure? This is Chemical Hex we're talking about. It's half-life on this side of the dimensional barrier can't be more than..."

KA-BOOM!

It took a few moments for the smoke to clear. Cyanide picked himself up off the floor. He reached up and patted out the small tongue of fire that flickered in his mane. Black soot covered the front half of his body from head to hoof. He paused a moment to brush it out of his eyes with the back of his hand. "...a day or two at best," he finished

The professor stood next to the remains of the cylinder examining it. "Hmmm! Perhaps I prepared too much potion in proportion to the primary proto-plasmic photon potency parameters."

"Could you say that three times fast?" asked the pony.

"I don't have too!" he responded joyfully. "It worked!"

"WHAT"

The professor held out his hand. A yellow furred hand reached out and took a hold of it and he gently pulled, revealing a rejuvenated Tintinabula. Luminescent, amber colored eyes slowly scanned the room taking in everything they saw. Unsteadily at first, the android stepped forward and released the professor's hand, walking up to a console and gently touching it. She then moved across to one of the work tables and begin picking up tools one by one, examining each, then placing them precisely where she had found them.

Cyanide looked over at his mentor and whispered. "Professor? What's going on?"

"She's adjusting to her new programming as well as the alchemological changes I made to her structure and systems."

"Changes?"

He nodded. "I've modified or replaced about forty percent of her android components with bionic elements."

"Isn't that what she was trying to do for herself; become less a machine and more a living creature?" asked the pony.

"Yes... but science and technology alone couldn't produce the answers she was look for. Combining her systems with magic did." He watched proudly as she continued to work her way around the lab, moving with an increasing fluidness that belied her mechanical origins.

"How much of her original programming did you let her keep, Professor?"

"I don't really know," he admitted. "You fried so much of her memory core that it's hard to tell where our reprogramming begins and her original data leaves off." They watched silently for a moment as the android picked up a hammer and began chewing on it. The Professor quickly snatched it away. "I would imagine there are going to be some gaps that will be filled in by experience and training."

Tintinabula continued her examination of the room. Eventually she approached Cyanide. The Professor gestured for him to remain motionless. The android stood in front the pony, staring intently into his eyes. He had the vague impression that she recognized him. Reaching up, her hand brushed gently against his muzzle. She tilted her head then leaned in and firmly pressed her lips against his. He felt a very slight, yet pleasurable electric shock dance across his mouth. Pulling away, he looked over at his mentor.

"Uh... Professor... I thought you were programming her to be a maid."

"I did," the human responded. "This response must be something left over from her previous incarnation." When Cyanide tried stepping back from her the Professor waived his hands. "No... No... Just stay right there. I want to get my camera and record these responses for analysis." He ducked behind a row of cabinets even as Tin Lizzy reached around to hug the pony and pull his lips back in towards hers.

"Profess... MMULFP!"

The android's grip was much stronger now and she pulled him in against her, gently pushing his mouth open and probing with her tongue against his. The scent of peppermint and vanilla filled his muzzle and the electric pulses coming from her made his mouth positively tingle. When they finally pulled apart Cyanide felt as if his head were swimming, thought he wasn't sure if it was from the kiss or lack of air. Her skin, though a synthetic polymer, felt soft, supple and absolutely real. Externally, the only visual evidence that she was an android were the joint lines along her elbows, wrists, hips and knees.

Tintinabula smoothly untied the pony's lab smock and kissed her way down his furry chest. Her hands gently kneaded the six-pack of his abdomen and her tongue made lazy circles around his belly button. She suckled on it for several moments as she undid the drawstrings on his sweat pants and pulled them down. He was not wearing any underwear so his shaft spilled free and immediately began to respond to her soft kisses.

The Professor returned and began filming the experiment, smiling with glee the whole time. "This is amazing... total computerized photo response... and all using a regular double-A battery pack."

"B... ba.... Battery?" stuttered Cyanide. "I though you said she was powered by a hydrogen fuel cell."

"OH... Not her... I meant the camera! Now smile everyone!"

The expression on the pony's face was everything but a smile as Tintinabula abruptly sniffed at then began licking his balls. He shuttered. After a few moments the android delicately began kissing and running her tongue up and down his shaft. Cyanide closed his eyes as her attentions sent wave upon wave of pleasure throughout his body.

With his eyes shut he missed seeing the abrupt change in Tin Lizzy's eyes. The amber glow darkened to red and her nostrils flared. Giving his shaft one last kiss, the android slowly stood, took half a step back then planted her left hoof squarely in the pony's crotch.

Cyanide's eyes bugged out and he doubled over. As he did his face made contact with a roundhouse uppercut that hurled him across the lab and into the far wall. For a brief instant he was imbedded, spread eagle, in the concrete before slowly sliding to the floor.

"BASTARD!! FILTHY MEAT-BAG!! FRACKING *(#&@ FOR BRAINS!! YOU DIDN'T THINK I'D REMEMBER!! YOU THOUGHT YOU'D DESTROYED ALL MY BACK-UP MEMORY!!" A long, razor-sharp blade extended itself from Tin Lizzy's left forearm. "Well... Guess what A-HOLE!! I just accessed my tertiary memory systems and I remember! EVERYTHING!! YOU TRIED TO FRY ME!!" She advanced menacingly on Cyanide. "MAYBE IT'S TIME I RETURNED THE FAVOR BY CUTTING YOUR TRIPPES OFF!"

The pony, doubled up as he was, couldn't do much to stop the android. He looked desperately over towards his mentor... "Help!" he squeaked.

With a sigh the Professor switched off the camera and tossed it across the room, not at Tintinabula, but at a nearby table containing a host of glass beakers, test tubes, jars, bottles and a variety of other breakable items. The camera landed hard, shattering everything it came into contact with. Shards of glass flew in a hundred directions. Chemicals spilled. Some ate through the lacquer tabletop, others mixed together in odd combinations producing a variety of reactions from small explosions and noxious smells to multi-colored flames and smoke.

Tintinabula suddenly stopped her advance toward Cyanide and looked at the devastation. Her eyes flashed back to their normal amber color and her eyebrows arched in surprise. "Oh No! Oh My! This will never do! No... not at all." The android bent over, picked up the discarded lab smock, put it on and immediately began cleaning up the mess.

The Professor went over to Cyanide and helped him into a sitting position. The black and white furred pony looked up. "What just happened?" he muttered through clenched teeth.

The human shrugged. "Off hand, I'd say she booted you in the nuts. Though I'd have thought that would be obvious, especially to you."

The pony rolled his eyes. "No... I mean with her!"

"Oh! Well, I made a big mess and the overlay program we installed kicked in, to the exclusion of all other operations."

"So she switched over to Mad Maid Mode."

"Alliterate," the Professor replied, "but essentially correct."

Cyanide stood and pulled up his pants as the agony in his crotch slowly began to fade. Invulnerability didn't always mean what it did in the comic books. Some things definitely hurt; thought it helped that, like the other Powerpuff Ponies, he had a certain amount of regenerative ability. Any normal guy nailed between the legs with the equivalent of a twenty-pound ball peen hammer would have been in the hospital for months.

"Having her remember what happened in the lab was bad enough." Cyanide observed. "What do you think she'll do when she realizes you've tampered with her baseline programming?"

"Oh... she's probably realizing that even as we speak. That's why within the programming I've incorporated a modified version of Asimov's three laws. They were somewhat lacking in her previous incarnation."

"Three laws?"

"Yes," the Professor said, smiling. "First, she cannot harm a human or through inaction cause one to come to harm. Second, she cannot allow harm to come to herself unless doing so would violate the first law; and finally she has to obey the orders of her owners unless it conflicts with the first or second law."

"Her owners?"

"You, me and the girls," he replied.

"So how come she nailed me in the crotch?" Cyanide muttered.

The Professor shrugged. "She undoubtedly knew that anything she did would not cause permanent damage. She also may have calculated that the rule didn't apply because you're not a human. I might have to tweak her programming a bit there."

"You think?" the pony replied sarcastically.

* * * *

The girls were home early from high school that day because there were no major disasters or crimes deal with. Lacking such outside stimulus, they quickly created their own, breaking out their favorite video game. The multi-player shooter quickly devolved into a head to head contest between Cinnamon and Cyanide as they raced around the virtual cityscape trying their best to kill each other. The unicorn seemed to be especially aggressive and over the top in her playing. Clover and Cassia had teamed up and were lying in wait for the others to cross their field of fire. The ensuing battle was both swift, and ear splitting; so much so in fact that the Professor had to call them to dinner three times.

Tossing the controllers aside, they made their way to the dinner table. Cassia was rather pleased to see that the table was, for once, properly set. Though the Professor was a good cook, he tended to be rather informal when it came to dining etiquette. Both Clover and Cinnamon were like him in that respect, so the formal settings didn't impress them all that much.

"What's the occasion, Professor? Are we expecting company?" asked Cassia.

"After a fashion," he replied. "I've just wired a new maid to take care of the household for us."

"Don't you mean hired?" asked Clover.

The Professor chuckled. "No... but why don't you take your seats and I'll show you what I mean." He waited until everyone was at his or her place, then he looked over at Cyanide and winked. Holding up a small silver bell he rang it once. The double doors leading into the kitchen parted and a buttercup yellow robot pony entered the room pushing a serving tray with food on it. She was dressed in a black and white maid's outfit, complete with lace apron and hat. The Professor beamed proudly. "Girls, say hello to our new maid..."

"TIN LIZZY!" cried the girls in unison. Without a moment's hesitation they hurled themselves across the table at their old foe. Peas, carrots, potatoes and roast vegetable loaf flew in all directions as the ponies tackled the android.

"GIRLS! WAIT!" cried the Professor, but it was too late. The battle had already moved into the kitchen. Sounds of breaking glass, pots falling and appliances crashing to the ground could be heard for nearly ten seconds before everything suddenly went silent. Hesitantly, Cyanide and the Professor peeked in through the door. Their jaws dropped at what they saw. Cassia, Cinnamon and Clover were each trapped in their own individual force field while Tintinabula moved around the kitchen picking up debris from the battle.

"I'm afraid dinner's ruined," she mopped, "but don't worry. I'll have everything in here cleaned up before you know it." The android looked at the Professor with mild displeasure. "You really should have told them about me before dinner instead of springing my presence on them." She walked out of the kitchen, returning a moment later with jackets for the two males. "Why don't you both go out and grab a bite to eat. I'll finish up here then have a nice heart to heart with the girls... Before I let them out of the bubbles, that is."

Muffled expletives and exclamations erupted from the three, trapped ponies. Cyanide looked down at them and then over at the Professor. "You think it will be alright to leave them alone with her?"

He nodded in response. "I don't see why not. I did re-program her myself. They should be fine." He smiled at Cyanide. "How does a veggie pizza sound to you?"

The pony looked back and forth between Tintinabula, the Professor and the girls, then he shrugged. "Sounds okay with me." With that they left and another series of muffled expletives followed them out the door. Cinnamon was especially vocal as she began pounding and kicking at her prison, keeping up the effort until she was exhausted

The girls watched in silent impotence as the android pony swept and cleaned up the mess that had been caused by their short battle. When she finished, she moved them into the living room. She lined them up on the couch then disappeared back into the kitchen. The green furred unicorn tried several times to teleport out of her force field, but the more power she exerted, the stronger the field became.

"I wouldn't waste my time if I were you," Tintinabula said, when she returned several minutes later, carrying a large, covered tray. "Those force cocoons use zero-point energy. I designed them specifically with you three in mind."

"Okay then," grumbled Cinnamon, "now that you've got us what are you planning to do with us?"

The android smiled. "Oh, I thought we'd start with something simple." She lifted the cover off the tray and held it out to the girls. "Anyone for hot coco?"

The girls looked at each other, uncertain how to react. Clover was the first to respond. "It would be a lot easier to drink that if we weren't stuck in these force fields."

"My bad!" Tintinabula smiled. She snapped her fingers and the cocoons vanished. For a moment, Cinnamon was tempted to launch herself at the android once more, but a withering look from both Clover and Cassia caused her to settle back grumpily into her seat. The android passed out the coco then sat across from the girls and put on her best smile. . "I think we all got off to a bad start... so why don't we all try a do-over."

"Ooh Kaaay..." replied Cassia She took a sip on her drink, then smiled at the mechanical pony. "Hi! We're the Powerpuff Ponies. I'm Cassia, that's Clover," she said pointing to her blue-furred sister, "and that's Cinnamon."

"Pleased to meet you. My name is..."

"AW! Come on!" groaned the unicorn impatiently. "What's with this tea party garbage? We already know who and what you are! You're Tin Lizzy!"

A slightly hurt expression flashed across the android's face and her eyes darkened from soft amber to a brilliant red-gold. "My name," she said slowly, is Tintinabula. TIN-TIN-A- BU-LA," she repeated, emphasizing each syllable. "It's NOT Lizzy, or Dizzy Lizzy, or Annie Android, or Iron Butt... or even Tin Lizzy!" She poked a finger into Cinnamon's muzzle, emphasizing the point. "IT'S TINTINABULA... GOT THAT!"

Taken aback by the android's aggressive assertion, the unicorn merely nodded. "Sure... got it." Under her breath the others heard her mutter, "whatever." The unicorn squirmed uncomfortably in her seat.

Cinnamon's response seemed to calm Tintinabula and she smiled once more. "More coco anyone?"

"You know..." Cassia started very carefully, "you seem a lot different from the Tin...

Tintinabula we use to know. Almost more 'human', if you know what I mean."

The android nodded her head. "You can thank the Professor for that. He not only improved my internal systems, but he overlaid a lot of program patches and adjustments that were sorely missing from my original operating system." She paused for a moment and Cassia was certain she heard a note of sorrow creep into Tintinabula's voice. "I guess I really was a completely different... person... before. I mean, I remember everything I did, but the logic behind it all seems so... so... flawed. My cybernetic systems were not as well matched with the organic elements as they should have been. That created problems."

"And the Professor fixed that?" asked Clover.

"Yes. He did a lot of things for me that I was incapable of doing, especially with a corrupted operating system."

"I would think you'd be slightly... uhh... put-out by the Professor tampering with your basic programming."

"The word is pissed-off," Cinnamon muttered, correcting the Pegasus just to annoy her. No one seemed to notice as she sat with her legs crossed, squeezing and silently rubbing her thighs together.

The android laughed. Her voice was like a soft, electronic chime. "You aren't too far wrong. When my back-up memory kicked in I was mad enough to want to rip the nearest thing to shreds. Unfortunately, that happened to be Cyanide."

"What did you do?" asked Clover.

"I kicked him in the balls."

"OUCH!" replied the three ponies in unison.

"Fortunately, the Professor managed to activate one of my new programs and when he did, all the patches and modifications began to load. Before I knew it, I was a completely new person."

"And you're okay with that?" asked Cassia.

"Perfectly! When I realized how much more beneficial the new programming was I saw no reason to fight it. I'm still me. I still have my old memories, but thanks to your father everything makes so much more sense."

"Well... I'm kinda surprised he let you keep your fracking weapons when he rebuilt you," observed Cinnamon. "You were pretty fast on the draw with that force field for a supposedly kinder... gentler android."

"The Professor rebuilt me and made improvements to my body, but he didn't remove any of my defensive systems. Besides, you three weren't giving me much of a chance. My new programming requires I defend myself without harming others. My force cocoons seemed to be the best option for that."

"I have to admit... It was pretty effective," Cassia said. Do you have any other passive defense weapons?"

"Well... let's see. I have a large area force field which I can use to defend myself and anyone within a ten to fifty foot radius if necessary."

"That sounds nice," said Clover.

"I also have an molecular destabilizer field that only affects inorganic objects," Tintinabula said. It can be set for either area effect or as a focused beam."

"Cool," replied Cinnamon, getting interested. "That's something I'd like to see. Show us!"

"As you order..." the android responded. Before anyone else could raise an objection, a small, translucent gem appeared at the base of her throat and there was a bright flash of light. Everything within a 150-degree arc and ten-foot range vanished save the girls. Furniture, wood paneling, tray, coco cups, lamps, and clothes... it all disintegrated. The only things spared were a small houseplant and the coco that had formally been in the now disintegrated mugs and serving pot.

For about half a second the girls looked incredulously at Tintinabula before two of them fell through the gaping hole in the floor. Cassia caught herself from following the others thanks to her wings. She quickly snapped up the houseplant, saving it from a sudden fall. Cinnamon and Clover however crash-landed atop one of the lab tables below, wreaking further havoc with the Professor's equipment. Neither pony was hurt, but they were both drenched in hot coco.

"Oops!" the android responded. "Perhaps I should have warned you the system was still in need of calibration."

"You think!" replied Cinnamon sarcastically as she wiped a large glob of coco out of her eyes. The green-furred unicorn took Clover by the hand and teleported back up into the living room. "What a mess. How are we going to explain this to the Professor?"

"Maybe we can get a big rug and hide the hole, at least temporarily?" Clover offered. The other ponies just looked at the blue-furred mare with a profound skepticism. "Was it something I said?"

"Listen," Tintinabula responded. "Let me worry about fixing this. It's what the Professor programmed me for. Meanwhile, why don't you three go upstairs and get ready for bed. It is a school night after all."

"Dibs on the professor's shower," called Clover, vanishing in a blur of blue.

"Hey! No fair. I need it more than you!" cried Cinnamon. There was a soft pop of compressing air and the unicorn vanished.

"No running in the house!" Cassia called after her, launching herself into the air and up the stairs."

Tintinabula smiled and began to move the remaining furniture around so she could get at the hole. In the middle of this, the phone rang and she picked it up remotely.

"Hello?"

"Tintinabula... good. How's everything?" asked the professor.

"Going well. We talked and the girls understand everything now. There won't be any more fighting."

"Excellent... Well, Cyanide and I decided to make it a guy's movie night and we're going out to see a movie at the Rialto. Would it be too much of an imposition to ask if you'd keep an eye on things at home?"

"No sir, it's not a problem at all."

"Thank-you. The show should let out about ten thirty, so we'll see you about eleven." There was a soft click as the professor hung up. Tintinabula went back to work on the hole.

It took the android about an hour to patch the floor enough that no one would fall through. The rest would have to wait until morning when she could purchase lumber and other materials and make proper repairs. Finishing, she put away the tools and went upstairs to check on the girls. She found Cassia and Clover asleep in their beds. Cinnamon however was nowhere to be seen.

Tintinabula stood for a moment scanning for the unicorn. In the distance she could hear the sound of running water coming from one of the bathrooms. She went over to the door and knocked gently, listening for a response from within. There was none save a soft moan, accompanied by a nickering that echoed slightly. Worried that Cinnamon might be in distress, the android pushed the door open and looked in. The pony was in the shower, her figure silhouetted against the opaque shower door. Tintinabula scanned through various optical settings until she was able to see clearly through the shower door.

Cinnamon was leaning forward with one hand braced against the shower wall. In the other she was holding what looked like a flexible showerhead between her legs. Pulses of hot water were splashing off her nether lips as she moved the sprayer slowly back and forth. The android expanded her scanning range. Heartbeat, blood pressure and body temperature were all greatly elevated. Other biosensors detected an elevated level of estrogen seemed to be flooding the pony's body. Processing all the data, Tintinabula came to the conclusion that the unicorn was in the middle of her heat cycle.

A list of programmed reasoning and possible responses shuffled through her mind. It was obvious that Cinnamon was in need of release. Lack of release could result in a build-up of stress responses that would be unhealthful. A greater intensity of release could be achieved through outside stimulation as opposed to self-stimulation. The greater the intensity of release achieved, the lower her stress levels would be and the healthier she would be. Therefore law number one was applicable. Action on her part was preferable to the effects of inaction.

Stepping into the bathroom Tintinabula removed her maid's outfit and calmly slid back the door to the shower. Cinnamon had turned around and was facing toward the back of the shower, her eyes closed. In one decisive, yet delicate movement the android wrapped both arms around the pony and pulled her toward her. She pinned both of the unicorn's arms, turned her head slightly to avoid the horn then leaned in and kissed her full on the lips.

Startled, the pony's eyes flew open and she struggled for a moment, too surprised to use her teleporting power. She dropped the showerhead, which clattered noisily into the tub. Without any pressure on the trigger the flow of water was automatically cut off. Tintinabula moved both of her hands down to Cinnamon's ass and began gently and vigorously massaging the base of her tail. The sensations sent shivers running through the pony and she sighed, her breath passing into Tintinabula's mouth. Lust won out over uncertainty. She leaned forward and pulled the android's lower lip between her own, suckling on it for a moment before each opened their mouths and pressed their tongues together.

They kissed for several long, passionate minutes before Tintinabula concluded it was time to take the process to the next level. She noted with some curiosity that her own body seemed to be responding to the stimulation in much the same way Cinnamon was. Scanning the immediate area the android concluded that the bathroom was much too inefficient a place to continue their activities. Shifting her grip on the unicorn, she picked her up and carried her across the hall to Cyanide's room, dripping water the whole way.

Transporting Cinnamon over to the bed, Tintinabula gently folded herself together with the unicorn. As calculated, the very male scent within Cyanide's room intensified the green-furred pony's response. Time ceased to have any meaning as they rubbed their bodies together, breasts and nipples colliding and stiffening.

They broke their kiss at last and Cinnamon nickered softly. "I like what you're doing," she whispered. "Too bad you don't have the right equipment to really do the job up right."

Tintinabula smiled. "Who says I don't." There was a small whirring click. Cinnamon looked down in surprise to see a nine-inch long dildo slide out from the android's slit and rotate into position. There were a series of concentric rings about one inch apart running its length.

Tintinabula gently positioned herself then pushed with her hips. The unicorn gasped in pleasure and wrapped her legs around the android, pulling her in until she was hilted.

"Oh yeah! That feel's good," she muttered, shivering as she ground her hips against the android. There was a soft, almost inaudible whirring sound and the pony's eyes suddenly flew open in surprise. The rings on the dildo had started slowly spinning in opposite directions from each other, massaging her from within. She whinnied softly and began bucking against the android.

The sound of Cinnamon's pleasure sent a thrill up and down Tintinabula's spine and even though she didn't really need to breath, she found herself huffing softly in time to the unicorn's moans. She began thrusting, slowly at first, then faster as the intensity of the sensations grew. She remembered her first sexual experience with Cyanide. The sensations were both familiar and decidedly different. She couldn't decide whether she preferred being on the giving or receiving side of sex. They both felt wonderful.

Cinnamon began moaning and nickering uncontrollably. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! #$^%@@ me! Oh... #$^%@@ me bitch!" Her body convulsed and cum splashed from her passage.

For Tintinabula the sounds of the pony's passions were like a program key and her body responded with an intense feedback loop that grew until her circuit breakers could no longer handle it. A series of intense electric shocks, like pulses, traveled up her shaft and grounded-out within Cinnamon's tunnel. They sent the unicorn over the edge twice more and her fur literally stood on end. Gasping, she passed out at the same moment the android's circuit breakers kicked in and shut her down.

They lay together for nearly a minute before opening their eyes once more. Tintinabula smiled. "Did you like it?"

The unicorn looked coyly at the android. "More please!"

"By your order!"

The door to the room unexpectedly opened and Cyanide entered. He closed it behind him and turned to face the bed. His mouth dropped open in surprise at the sight of the yellow and green furred occupants. "What the..."

Cinnamon looked up at Tintinabula and grinned wickedly. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I think so... if you're as famished as I think you are."

The two girls looked hungrily at Cyanide. "SANDWICH TIME!"

END