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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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FRESHENING UP

"I don't know about this, sir. What if your calculations are off?" asked Cyanide. The black and white furred pony fluttered his wings and looked around the lab nervously. Unlike the girls, he didn't really like being down here. It reminded him too much of the twelve weeks he'd spent locked in a cage while the professor had searched for a cure for his meglomaniacal mood swings.

"Well... that's simple enough,' he replied with a fatherly smile. "If my calculations aren't correct you'll wind up a smear of protoplasm dripping off the end of the piston." The professor slid the splatter guard in place over the biohazard suit's visor. "Now... On three!"

"Wait professor. Can't we...?"

"THREE!" The professor threw a switch and a four hundred ton cylinder plunged downward from the lab's ceiling. Cyanide whinnied in surprise then threw his best roundhouse punch, focusing his chi and swinging from the shoulder, not the wrist. His fist connected with the piston, turning it into a thousand separate pieces of shrapnel that shredded nearly everything in the test chamber. The professor calmly stood nearby, recording data on his clipboard even as his suit automatically shunted the metal debris safely around his body.

Flicking several switches, the professor examined a set of readings on the piston's control console. "No doubt about it," he said happily." Cassia flies faster than you, Cinnamon can teleport farther and Clover is a faster sprinter. You, though, have an edge on all of them when it comes to physical strength, invulnerability and the power output of your lightning bolts."

Cyanide massaged his bruised knuckles and sighed. "In other words, I'm stronger and they're faster." The professor nodded at him, smiled and went back to writing down things on his clipboard. "Well..." he said, "at least I'm good at something."

"Oh? And what makes you think you're not good at anything?"

"I don't know," Cyanide mumbled. "The girls have been teasing me. They say that I don't have any stamina. I can't seem to keep up with them, either in battle... or anyplace else."

"In other words, you don't have as much endurance as they do."

"No... I don't," he admitted reluctantly.

The professor chuckled. "Welcome to the world of being male."

"Huh?"

"The biggest mistake that people... or ponies make is the assumption that everyone is absolutely equal in every way, and for the most part, that's true on a mental, cultural, social and spiritual level. Unfortunately, a lot of us tend to forget that it's not like that on a physiological level."

"It's not?"

"Not in the least. To put it simply, guys tend to be sprinters and girls are marathoners. This is complicated by the fact there are three of them and only one of you."

"Yeah... they do like to do things as a group." Cyanide flexed his fingers. The bruises had already faded. "So... how can I keep up with them?"

"That's something I think you're going to have to figure out for yourself," the professor replied, stroking his red beard. "Though I may be able to whip up something that could help."

"What would you use this time, magic or science?"

"Both," he replied. "I thought you knew by now I'm neither a magician nor a scientist. I'm an alchemologist. My work is unique because I've studied both disciplines."

"Isn't there some other dude in Europe who's done the same sort of thing... Victor Von...something or other."

The professor stiffened slightly. "We don't mention that name around here."

"Why not?"

"Two reasons: First, he's a twisted, insane, evil genius bent on world domination."

"What's the second? Professional jealousy?" Cyanide asked.

"No... Copyright infringement."

Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by a buzzing sound from the laboratory's main status board.

"It looks like the girls are home, just in time for lunch, too." The professor put down his clipboard, stripped the sensor leads off Cyanide and headed upstairs. The pony followed after first putting on a pair of blue-gray trousers and a matching tank top that had a white spade emblazoned on it's front.

He reached the top of the stairs and came to a dead stop as the stench assaulted him. "Phew! What happened to you guys?" Cyanide asked, holding a hand over his nose. All three of the girls were naked save for a few tattered remnants of their costumes, and their bodies were plastered from head to hoof in a foul smelling mud-like substance that had already dried.

"The Turbo-Tornado Gang robbed the Fourth National Bank over on McCracken Avenue." Cassia explained.

"What... Again?" the professor asked.

She nodded. "We fought it out with them over at the sewage plant and recovered the bank's money..."

"Yeah! We WASTED them!" Cinnamon cheered.

"But not before we got scooped up in one of their homemade twisters and dunked in one of the treatment tanks," finished Clover. "YUCK! YUCK! YUCK!"

"What happened to your costumes?" asked the professor.

"They got kinda shredded by the tornado," explained Cinnamon. "We really need to get some of those unstable molecule duds that a lot of heroes wear."

"Those things only work if you don't have fur," The professor explained. "Remember the free sample costumes we got?"

"Yeah," chuckled Cassia. "Static city! The halter-tops were so clingy you could see my nipples coming from a mile away. At least with our normal costumes if we wind up naked we can comb our fur over anything that shows."

"Who'd want to?" asked Clover.

"Well, right now I think you girls need to worry less about costumes and more about showers," the professor observed. "You can use both yours and the one in my room so everyone can clean up faster."

"Dibs on the Professor's shower," called Cinnamon, vanishing in a green puff of energy.

"Hey... No fair. I wanna use it too," Clover responded, racing upstairs in a blue blur of motion.

"I guess I'll go make lunch," the professor chuckled, leaving Cassia and Cyanide standing alone in the foyer.

Reaching over, the pegasus took him by his hand. "Come on," she said, fluttering her wings playfully. "Our shower's not automated like the professor's, so I need a back scrubber." Cyanide hesitated for a brief moment, then smiled and followed her upstairs.

There was no need for either Clover or Cinnamon to undress, so the two ponies simply hopped in the large shower. They adjusted the water temperature then stood back to back and let the mechanical arms gently scrub the muck out of their fur. A combination of soft brushes, sponges and washcloths swept up and down their bodies, eliciting a series of soft moans and sighs from the girls.

Cinnamon felt her nipples stiffen as a mechanically controlled sponge worked its way across both her breasts. Sprayer arms maneuvered around her body directing warm pulses of water to where they were most needed. At one point, the sprayer moved between her thighs, tickling and massaging her slit. She nickered with pleasure at the sensation.

There was a small chime and the two ponies turned to face each other while the shower began working on their backs. Cinnamon looked across at her sister. The blue pony's eyes were closed and her breathing was hot and fast. She felt Clover's flanks shudder as the sponges worked their way across and down her rump and the inside of her thighs. Seizing the moment, she closed her eyes, leaned forward and gently pressed her lips against her sister's, holding them there for a brief moment before pulling away. When she looked again Clover's eyes were open and she was smiling. She returned the kiss, and the two ponies began gently twining their tongues together and enjoying the sweet taste of each other's lips.

They wrapped their arms around each other and pulled themselves together. Each could feel the other's stiffened nipples as their arousal grew. One of Clover's hands danced down to grasp the base of Cinnamon's tail. Because it resembled the tail of a lion and not an equine, it was easy for her to wrap her hand around its base. She began very slowly sliding her hand up and down her sister's tail. On each downward stroke her middle finger would caress Cinnamon's tail hole, causing her to clench and shudder.

The unicorn returned the favor, moving both her hands down to Clover's rump. She alternated brushing her hands across both cheeks then grasping and gently, but firmly squeezing them. Clover's tail flicked reflexively, responding to the much-welcomed attention. Several times Cinnamon brought her hands together and brushed the lips of her sister's sex as she kneaded her hindquarters. Whenever she did, the pony girl would moan softly.

There was another chime and the shower turned itself off. The mechanical arms retracted into the wall.

"Darn it!" muttered the unicorn. "We were just getting started!"

Clover let go long enough to go over to the control panel and adjust the shower settings. Two sets of sprayers and a pair of cylindrical sponge rollers reappeared. "Not to worry," she said. She wrapped her arms around Cinnamon again and kissed her. As she did, the sprayers positioned themselves between the pony girls' thighs and began a steady pulsing of water against their mounds.

"Spread your legs," Clover whispered, a playful smile curling her lips. The unicorn did as instructed and watched as the roller sponges positioned themselves vertically at the entrance to the girl's petals. They began to spin slowly and raise upward. Both ponies shifted their hips, allowing the cylinders to push into their slits. The rollers, each about eight inches long began gently moving in and out, eliciting a loud series of moans, whinnies and nickering from both sisters.

Cinnamon shuddered heavily. "OH GAWD... How... OOOOHHHH! How did you do... do that?"

"I've been playing around... UH! UH... with the settings for a couple of weeks now, whenever... OH! HUFF! Whenever the professor wasn't home." Clover planted a deep, powerful kiss on her sister's lips. After about half a minute she pulled away from her and grinned, "You like!"

"No... I LOVE IT!" Cinnamon suddenly began spasming, thrusting her hips against the cylinder even as she arched her back, rubbing her stomach against Clover. Her moans and whinnies acted like a trigger and the blue pony also began to cum. Her nectar flowed copiously down the sponge to join with that of her sister's. Warm water and ejaculate flowed across both their legs to the shower floor and down the drain.

The first orgasm was quickly followed by a second, then a third. Their screams of pleasure could be heard through the wall and into the adjacent bathroom.

"Sounds like Cinnamon and Clover are enjoying their shower," chuckled Cyanide as he worked a thick layer of soap across Cassia's shoulders and back. "Are those what they call the benefits of modern living?"

"Maybe..." The pink pegasus replied. "But I've always liked the feeling of a pair of hands working their way through my fur."

"Like now?"

"Definitely," she nickered softly.

Cyanide worked his way down her back and across her rump, paying special attention to shampooing her tail. As he scrubbed, Cassia focused on cleaning the muck off her face, mane, neck, chest and arms. She let him clean her thighs and legs, moaning under her breath when he was gently scrubbing at her mound.

Once Cassia finished her first rinse, she lathered up again, careful to make sure not to get any of the shampoo in her eyes. Glancing out through a small window above the shower, the pegasus suddenly had what she thought was a brilliant idea. She turned off the water and stepped from the shower, still covered with lather. She wrapped a towel around herself, tying it off so it wouldn't slip and went out on the upstairs balcony, leaving a trail of water in her wake.

Cyanide followed, a towel wrapped around his middle, wondering exactly what Cassia had in mind. She pointed to a small, dark cloud hovering about four thousand feet above the neighborhood. It was one of only a few dark clouds scattered among the islands of fluffy white in an otherwise blue sky.

"Let's rinse off up there," she said smiling coquettishly. Without another word she launched herself skyward, her towel flapping in the breeze. Tying his own towel firmly around his waist, Cyanide followed.

As the professor had mentioned, Cassia was faster and reached the cloud first, disappearing into its swirling, cotton-like folds. He plunged in after her, only to find himself surrounded by a fog thicker than the thickest ever seen in London. The cloud's moisture plastered his fur to his body, swirling around him in a heavy mist. He looked around, barely able to see his own hand in front of his face.

"Cassia? Hey, Cassia! Where are you?" he called.

Something suddenly grabbed the end of his tail and playfully swung him around, sending him tumbling head over hooves for a few seconds. He could hear the pink pegasus giggling as he once more leveled off. "Tag! You're IT!"

Cyanide grinned and dove in the direction of the voice only to pop out of the cloud with no one in sight. He turned around and plunged in it again, circling to his left. He stopped and hovered briefly, craning his neck as he searched in all directions around him. There was another giggle. Cyanide spun to look behind him, only to have his towel yanked off from below. He saw a vague form flitter away and vanish once more in the cloud.

The cool, moisture-laden air danced across his member, teasing it out of his sheath. "I see someone's getting excited," teased Cassia. Her voice seemed to be coming from the left. Cyanide dove after it, but once again found nothing.

"I can see you but you can't see me," mocked the pink pegasus.

"Oh Yeah?" he replied. "Watch THIS!" Without warning Cyanide's horn suddenly flashed and he let go one of his lightning bolts into the cloud. For the briefest instant everything was illuminated. Cassia squealed in fright. Neither she, nor her sisters liked thunderstorms.

Cyanide turned in the direction of the sound and saw her shadow hovering not ten feet from him. Laughing, he tackled her and they both tumbled together through the cloud. On the ground at least a dozen people looked up then went back inside their homes to get umbrellas.

"Gottcha!" he grinned, snagging her towel and pulling it off. He dropped it, just as she had dropped his and it vanished into the cloud, fluttering earthward. Eventually it drifted into a back alley plopping full across the head of a would-be mugger who was in the middle of one of his 'business' transaction. Before the mugger could untangle himself, his victim had grabbed a nearby two-by-four and clotted his on the head. He woke up an hour later in jail.

The two ponies wrestled playfully with each other, eventually winding up head to crotch with each other. Great minds often think alike and each of them began gently lapping at and kissing the other's most intimate of places. Cassia took the end of Cyanide's rod in her mouth and slid the tip of her tongue around its flat tip, teasing the small opening there by blowing on it.

The male pony returned the favor, delicately brushing his own tongue along Cassia's folds, and then suckling on her nub, massaging it with his lips. He kept this up until she started bucking against him. His rod slid from her mouth as she began whinnying and moaning with pleasure. A flood of nectar splashed against his tongue and he lapped vigorously at her folds, drinking down the sweet, honey-flavored cum.

Pulling herself free from Cyanide's mouth, Cassia switch positions so they were now face-to-face. She kissed him full on the mouth, drinking in the taste of her own juices as her tongue danced together with his. Driven by her arousal, she wrapped both her legs around the pony's waist and positioned herself, drawing him slowly into her folds.

Cyanide hissed as he felt himself plunge inch, by delicious inch into her tight passage. He hilted himself, his balls brushed against the soft, velvet fur surrounding her cunt. Instead of thrusting however he oriented himself so both their hooves pointed towards the ground. He then began fluttering his wings in such a way that he would drop about a foot or two, catch himself and quickly rise again. This caused gravity to turn his whole body into a kind of piston, bouncing Cassia against him in a follow through motion. Each plunge was deeper than normal, causing the pony girl to squeal in delight. It was not long before her back arched again and she began counter-thrusting against him, trying to drive him as deeply as possible into her.

Her body shuddered and she gasped for air. The cool, moist cloud surrounding them was driven back by the heat of their lovemaking. She climaxed twice more. On her third shuddering spasm, Cyanide joined her. Thick ropy pulses of pony seed filled her passage and they both cried out in one voice, eyes screwed shut and bodies happily convulsing against each other. Cassia's voice was the louder of the two.

"OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! I'M COMING... I'M COMMMINGG... I'M COMMMM..."

KA-BOOM!

Ensnared as they were in the throws of passion, both of the ponies had forgotten to keep flapping their wings. Gravity, naturally, took over and they plunged earthward, slamming into an old, four story textile mill. Their impact caused the building to fold in on itself; collapsing it into a huge cloud of dust and debris. Fortunately, it had been abandoned several years before and was already slated for demolition.

Slowly pushing aside several bricks, Cyanide sneezed, sat up and rubbed his head. Invulnerability had its advantages. Moments later the bricks next to him shifted and Cassia also sat up. Both ponies were covered in thick layers of dust. Seeing she was unhurt, Cyanide grinned at Cassia.

"Was it good for you too?"

END