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The following is a work of fiction copyright Radical Gopher. This story contains adult themes and situations and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.

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TOY STORY

MONDAY MORNING: Cyanide smiled as he slowly became aware of the world around him. Who wouldn't smile, waking up after having had such a wonderful dream? It had felt so real his cock was throbbing heavily. Wait a second... dream?

He opened his eyes to find himself staring straight into Clover's blue-furred muzzle as she gently nuzzled against him in her sleep. Her breath was soft and warm as it tickled the fur on his chest and she smelled of peaches. She had somehow snuck into his room during the night and managed to spoon together with him without waking him. Not surprising, really, when you thought about it. She was the quietest, and shyest of the girls, and perhaps the stealthiest, when she wanted to be. He could feel her heart as it softly beat within her chest, slow, rhythmic, patient; a complete contrast to her powers.

Cyanide shifted slightly then paused in amazement. She wasn't just spooned together with him. Clover had somehow sheathed his pony-hood deep within herself, again without waking him. He quietly wondered if he'd been drugged the night before. He dismissed the thought immediately. It certainly wasn't part of the mare's nature to drug and then use someone. No... He'd simply been tired from an entire weekend's worth of combat.

She stirred slightly and her eyelids fluttered open. "Good morning, cutie," she said, planting a playful, girlish kiss on his lips. "Better than an alarm clock, isn't it?"

Clover slowly began grinding herself against him, holding onto his shoulders for leverage. He could feel the heat of her passage as it massaged and stimulated him. He reached down with his hands and began running them through the thick, silky equine tail. As he stroked the fur on her rear one of his fingers brushed across her tail hole. The pony shivered in delight, nickering slightly. Smiling wickedly, Cyanide circled her rear entrance with his middle finger then slowly slid it in.

Clover gasped and her tail began whipping back and forth uncontrollably. Again her body shivered. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps for air. Her chest heaved and she arched her back as he sent a tiny electric jolt into her tail hole and up her spine; the mare orgasmed and whinnied in ecstasy. As she reached her peak Cyanide sent yet another tiny jolt of lightning up her spine. This one he projected from his shaft. The shock instantly traveled up her passage causing muscles to involuntarily clench. Blue fur stood on end. She tried desperately to scream out her passion, but throat muscles also clenched and the best she could do was a guttural moan.

The black and white furred pony rolled Clover on her back and began to thrust vigorously in and out. Every time she began to come down of her orgasmic high, Cyanide would release yet another jolt into her passage, triggering one spasm after another, each intensely massaging and gripping his cock. He felt another kind of release building within himself. Smiling, he let go one last electric jolt, more powerful than any of the others.

The mare screamed silently and her body tremored as she felt both the shock and Cyanide's hot seed fill her passage. She spasmed for nearly two minutes, then finally relaxed. Reaching up, she grabbed him in a bear hug, pulled him down on her, and wrapped her legs around him. She could feel him still deeply imbedded within her as she cuddled against him like a plush toy. Sighing contentedly, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Unfortunately for the male pony, Clover had managed to pin his arms, leaving him little or no leverage with which to pry himself free. She was, unfortunately, a heavy sleeper.

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TUESDAY MORNING: Cyanide inhaled deeply, breathing in the fresh, honey scented air as his mind slowly caught up to the world. He dreamt the family dog had tangled him up in its leash and was lying across him lapping at his balls. He luxuriated in the sensation; feeling the fur on his sack as it was gently ruffled up and then smoothed down once more. The dream seemed to take on a reality of its own as the velvet tongue slowly worked its way up his sheath. The dog's lips gently danced across his pony-hood, kissing and softly nibbling at it even as he began to develop a hard on. It was oh so pleasant and oh so... Wait!

Cyanide's mind did a quick mental rewind. Dog lips? Dogs don't have lips! They didn't even have a dog. What dog was he dreaming of? His eyes flew open and he found himself staring into a delicate, pink, honey-scented slit surrounded by a pink-furred rump. He moved his head to see who was sucking on his cock. It was at that moment he discovered his head was the only thing he could move. The rest of him had been strapped down on the bed using a set of satin ropes and fur-lined leather straps. His hands were tightly bound together in a pair of leather cuffs; a large padlock, sans key, secured these. Cyanide grumbled to himself. He really needed to stop sleeping quite so heavily.

Feeling movement between her legs, Cassia looked back at him "Morning, Sugar-Lips," she smiled coquettishly. "Time to put that tongue of yours to work." Somehow the Pegasus girl had managed to tie herself down atop Cyanide in a sixty-nine position. From the waist down straps bound her tightly to him. Her hands were bound behind her back, held in place by a pair of steel handcuffs.

The male pony smirked to himself. It was ridiculous to think that ordinary bonds could hold any of them prisoner. Smiling, he flexed his biceps, intending the shred the straps and ropes with one quick pull. To his surprise, nothing happened. That was impossible... unless... Tucking his chin in, he suddenly became aware of the metal inhibitor collar that encircled his neck. "You DIDN'T!"

Cassia shrugged "What fun is bondage if you can get out easily?"

He sighed. "I assume you're wearing a collar as well." She nodded in response. "Okay... then please explain to me how we're going to escape in time for breakfast. I'm hungry."

"All you have to do is use the key to unlock your cuffs. Once your hands are free everything else is easy."

"And where is the key?"

"Guess," Cassia chuckled.

Cyanide looked around but could see nothing like a key within reach. "Okay... Where is it?"

Instead of answering the Pegasus wrapped her muzzle around his cock and very slowly, very deliberately began bobbing her head up and down. The warmth of her mouth was wonderful and he shuddered as she slowly rolled her tongue around the tip. She began humming to herself, rather loudly. The vibrations carried on through to his shaft adding to the slow stimulation.

"Can't you just tell me where the key is?"

She shook her head and continued humming.

Cyanide simply lay back for a moment or two, thinking. As he did, he began to recognize snippets of the song she was humming. His eyes popped open as he recognized it. It was called ‘Right in Front of You,' and was one of Cassia's favorites. He looked up and again found himself staring straight into the Pegasus' nether lips. He grinned in satisfaction.

"You are one evil, bondage queen," he chuckled.

" Look who's talking," Cassia laughed, pausing in her ministrations. "Well... Now that you've found it, go get it." She wrapped her mouth around his shaft once more and continued her slow torture.

Well... two could play at that game. Cyanide pressed his lips against the folds of her sex and gently parted them, dipping his tongue into her tunnel. The pony girl was already quite slick. Bondage excited her and it didn't take much to stimulate her further. Slowly the Chimera pushed his tongue in, pressing his lips against her folds and kneading them gently. One inch... two... three inches... He could feel his tongue as it brushed against something in her passage. It felt somewhat cylindrical with rounded edges and a smooth, metallic texture. It was a container of some kind and probably held the key for the handcuffs.

As his tongue tried to grab hold of the object Cassia shuddered, nickering softly as he explored the interior of her velvet tunnel. She clenched involuntarily and was forced to pause as she took several gasps of air.

"Oh, YES... like that. Just like that!"

Cyanide pushed his tongue in deeper, his own body tremoring as the Pegasus resumed bobbing her head, only faster now in response to her own stimulation. Try as he could, the Chimera was unable to wrap his tongue around the object, accidentally pushing it yet deeper into Cassia. Straining, he made one last attempt and in the process found her g-spot. She suddenly squealed in delight and her whole body writhed against the straps that bound her. A flood of honey scented nectar spilled into his mouth, which he began to eagerly lap up.

Cassia fluttered her wings in ecstasy, moaning around Cyanide's thick cock. Again, the vibrations traveled through it exciting the male pony further. He felt his scrotum tighten and knew that despite his best efforts he was about to explode.

"I'm gonna cum!" he warned. In response the Pegasus pulled as much of his cock as she could into her muzzle. Seconds later jets of hot seed began pumping furiously into her maw, splashing against the back of her mouth and running down her throat. She swallowed everything he had to give, sucking him dry then flicking her tongue across his head.

Cyanide paused as he arched his back and his body shivered with pleasure. As the last tremor subsided he went back to work and finished lapping up Cassia's juices. When he finished, he probed into her sex once more but could still not quite reach the cylindrical object with his tongue. He leaned his head back for a moment, thinking, then came up with a plan.

Placing his lips against Cassia's folds, he began sucking hard on her passage. As he had hoped, the vacuum created caused the object to began moving closer to his tongue. The effect on Cassia was nothing short of explosive. She let go of his cock; afraid she might either choke on it or accidentally bite down as she screamed out her passion. Her flanks quivered in delight and her tail arched upward and began wind milling. A second wave of pleasure flared across her senses and another torrent of nectar flooded her passage, carrying the small cylinder with it.

Unfortunately, the male pony's mouth was wide open and he was inhaling when the small package literally flew from between her lips and into his mouth. He swallowed as a reflex.

"Oops!" Cyanide muttered.

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WEDNESDAY MORNING: Cyanide woke from the wildest dream of all. In it, he was the captain of a storm-tossed ship rolling and pitching through monstrous waves. Shoal waters surrounded him as he was buffeted first to port, then starboard. The ship's wheel spun uncontrollably and the crags of a hostile shore towered ahead of him. As he came to consciousness, he could still feel the violent movement of his bed. For an instant he thought there was an earthquake, however when he opened his eyes he saw Cinnamon, panting heavily and riding him furiously.

"Hey there, horn dog! Wanna do some wild bronco busting?"

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THURSDAY MORNING: The soft melody of classical music pushed aside the curtain of sleep. Cyanide reached blindly for the snooze button on his clock radio and slapped it several times. Despite this, the music didn't fade. He pawed at it twice more without any result. He suddenly remembered that the radio was broken, having been knocked off the side table yesterday by an overly eager Cinnamon. Curious, he opened his eyes and looked up. There stood Cymbalaria wearing a pink and white French maid's outfit and holding a tray loaded down with coffee and rolls. As soon as she saw the pony was awake the music stopped.

"Good Morning Cyanide... The time is now seven oh two. How did you sleep?"

The pony groaned, remembering that he had asked the android pony for a wake up call at seven. "With my eyes closed," he replied grumpily. "Come back in fifteen minutes, would you?" He grabbed the covers and rolled over, trying to fall asleep once more. He had almost completed the maneuver when he suddenly yelped in pain and sat up, pulling the covers off. Looking down he discovered that his penis was fully erect and poking out of his boxers. In rolling over he had apparently bent it the wrong way and now it throbbed painfully.

"Are you having difficulty?" asked Cymbalaria.

"Nothing more than a major league case of morning wood," he explained as the pain slowly eased. There were times he really appreciated his accelerated healing ability.

"Morning wood? I am not familiar with that term. Accessing database." She paused for a moment then looked at Cyanide. "Is this an actual word or a colloquialism?"

"If you mean slang... yes, it is."

"Oh... then you must be referring to the condition of penile erection frequently encountered by males when first waking up."

The pony smiled. " Well, I'm not referring to a rock band. Leave it to you to make it sound so... clinical," he chuckled. His expression changed abruptly. "HEY... WHAT GIVES?"

To his surprise the android had, in one swift movement, set down her tray, pulled down her panties and began mounting him. "Data analysis indicates that the best way to overcome the condition is through direct stimulation, either through masturbation or fornication, accompanied by fantization, followed by ejaculation."

"Yeah, it will but I... OOHHH SHIT!" Cyanide nickered loudly as the android sank down on his shaft. The feeling was incredible. Responding to her program, her interior passage had expanded to accommodate the male pony, then contracted to provide the optimum amount of friction and stimulation.

Cymbalaria began rocking slowly back and forth on his cock, even as she reached back to undo the zipper on her maid's uniform. She pulled the dress down from her shoulders, exposing a pair of perfectly formed breasts. Reaching up, Cyanide gently cupped them in his hands and began teasing her nipples with his thumb and fingers. The android gave a contented, if slightly mechanical sigh, as signals from various erogenous zones reached her central processor.

As she rocked back and forth, Cyanide could feel a gentle throb, much like a heartbeat, massaging his shaft. It began moving up and down his length, pulsing and squeezing him delicately. "OHH... What... What are you... you doing?" he muttered, arching his hips in pleasure, trying to push himself as deeply into the android pony as possible.

"You like it?" she asked huskily

"OOOHHH YEAH!"

Cymbalaria smiled. "I just upgraded my vaginal hardware to include a massage feature... just for you. It also increases the sensitivity on my feedback circuits. I've wanted to test it for some time now and it... AAAHHH! It seems to be working quite... OOOHHH! Well!"

"I think... I think I'm close," Cyanide nickered.

"Good... Don't hold back. I've programmed the receptors so that when you come... OHH... it will trigger my feedback loop and we can climax together."

Ignoring the android, Cyanide gritted his teeth, trying to hold back as long as possible, testing himself. He failed, much to his joy and pleasure. He felt a surge travel up his shaft and he exploded within Cymbalaria, sending hot pulses of cum into her. She immediately locked up and uttered an electronic whine. Her fingers twined themselves in his white mane and her body quaked as one circuit breaker after another tripped. She fell across the pony, her eyes going dark for nearly a minute before rebooting.

Cyanide looked up at the female android pony and smiled. "Was it as good for you as for me?"

She returned his smile. "I have always wanted to take up woodworking as a hobby."

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FRIDAY MORNING: Cyanide felt as if he was being smothered by a mass of marshmallows. They pressed in on him, trapping his hands and legs. His cock pulsed, aching for release even as the marshmallows moaned and giggled at him. Wait a moment... Giggling marshmallows? He opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by pony flesh. Cinnamon and Clover had each trapped his hands up against their slits. He'd been massaging them in his sleep and by now his fingers were sticky with cum. Cassia meanwhile was sliding up and down on his cock, shuddering as her juices flowed freely across his ball sack. Behind her Cymbalaria had engaged her vibrator mechanism and was gently pumping at Cassia's tail hole, much to both ponies' delight.

"Good Morning, Cyanide," they called in unison.

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SATURDAY MORNING: Cyanide groaned as he woke up. He'd slept so heavily that night his dreams were a total blank. He had a kind of fuzzy feeling in his head and his mouth felt as if it were full of cotton. When he opened his eyes he found himself in some kind of laboratory, strapped, naked, to an examination table that was tilted at a forty-five degree angle. Looking around he saw the girls and Cymbalaria all unconscious, naked and strapped to similar tables.

A dozen alien blob-like creatures entered. Two went over to what looked like a central control panel. The others split off, two apiece standing on opposite sides of each ponies' table. As he watched several pseudo-pods extended themselves, some of them held wicked looking surgical tools. One of the aliens wrapped a tentacle around his pony-hood, holding it steady as another activated what looked like a laser saw.

"OH HELL NO!"

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SUNDAY MORNING: Cyanide's whole body ached. He opened his eyes to see the Professor standing over him. He was back in his own bed, safe at home, though he was swathed in bandages from head to hoof. The other Powerpuff Ponies all stood around the bed, looking on.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," the Professor said, smiling.

"Did we win?" asked Cyanide, wincing a little.

"I'll say we did," replied Cinnamon enthusiastically. "We kicked those fracking aliens in the butt so hard they turned inside out."

"Truth be told," said Cassia, "You did most of the stomping. We didn't even wake up until the fight was almost over."

"Yeah! You saved the day!" added Clover. "You're a hero."

"I am?" groaned Cyanide

"Affirmative," answered Cymbalaria. "Your battle skills were... inspired."

"You can say that again," he replied with a small chuckle, then a groan. He glanced up at the Professor. "So why all the bandages?"

"Well, it seems that during the fight you overtaxed your regenerative powers so heavily they temporarily shut down. But don't worry... by tomorrow morning you should be back up and on your hooves."

"That's a relief." Cyanide said.

"That mean's though you'll have to spend the entire day in bed and get lots of rest." He looked over at the girls. "And I do mean REST!"

"AWWW!" whined the other ponies.

"I mean it!" he said. "REST and SLEEP... Lots of it!" He herded the girls out of the room. "I'll be back to check on you in a little while. See if you can get some sleep in the meantime."

The door closed behind them and Cyanide snuggled back into bed with a relieved sigh and a smile on his face. Despite the ache, he was asleep within moments. His dream was wonderful.