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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. I have rewritten and added additional material to this part as I felt the first version was a little short. Enjoy

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THYME AFTER TIME - part 10

"I hope you don't mind my asking," Cyanide said, looking at the Prefect, but do you have some clothes I could borrow. Mine seem to have gone missing along with my previous body."

The copper-skinned alien looked at the female Chimera for a moment, considering, then smiled. "I suppose I could find something that would work." She glanced over at the other ponies. "As a matter of fact, I think I can help you all out." Several minutes later the four girls were each dressed in matching gray and blue coveralls.

"Cool," observed Cinnamon as the clothes adjusted themselves comfortably to each pony's figure. "Definitely a step up from ad-hoc bed sheets."

"Are you criticizing my skills as a fashion designer?" Clover teased.

"Frack Yeah!" the green-furred Unicorn responded.

"Amazing... the coveralls even adjusted themselves to make openings for our tails as well as mine and Cyanide's wings," observed Cassia, flapping her wings until she was hovering a foot off the floor to emphasize the point.

"Well, now that you're a bit more presentable, why don't we head for the control center and find out exactly what's going on here?" suggested Rekooh.

The ponies followed the copper-skinned alien up to one of the monoliths and watched as she reached out to push her hand through the portal. All were surprised when she placed her palm against the cool surface and nothing happened. She pushed with her hand, but it met with solid resistance, as if the monolith were a giant block of basalt.

"What the hell?" She pushed again, but to no better effect. "Damn it... Someone's cut the power to the transport system." Seconds later the room was plunged into darkness.

"And the lights as well," said Cassia.

"I don't like this," muttered Cinnamon, her voice taking on a slight, very uncharacteristic tremor.

"Anyone have a flashlight?" asked Clover

"Hang on a second," replied Cyanide. There was a brief pause, and then her horn started glowing brightly, throwing off small arcs of electricity. It cast enough light to cover a twenty-foot radius area.

"I didn't know you could do that," Cassia said.

"Well... neither did I, but I figured I might be able to run a small current through my horn, like I do when I'm getting ready to throw a lightning bolt."

"How long can you keep it going?" Cinnamon asked.

"Indefinitely," the Chimera replied. "It doesn't really take much concentration or power. Just be careful not to touch my horn or you might get a rather nasty shock."

"Well, now that we've solved the lighting problem, what about these portals?" queried Clover."

The Prefect looked over at the ponies. "Without power, the portals simply won't work. We'll have to go outside and get to the main control room some other way."

"Why not just point that multi-versal screwdriver thingy at the door and open it?" Cinnamon asked.

"Ever try turning on a T.V. with a remote when the set's not plugged in?" Rekooh asked.

"Point taken," the green-furred Unicorn replied.

"Wait a second," said Cyanide. I thought you said that it was more than a simple remote controller. In fact you referred to it as some kind of all powerful cosmic multi-tool that could do anything!"

"In a sense, it is," the Prefect explained. "It can access almost any system on the ship to a range of 24 million miles and/or seven dimensional steps removed. But it does need to use the ship for many of its functions."

"So this really is a remote control of sorts, and when my body got switched..."

"It was tapping into an inter-dimensional, harmonic, phase induced, proto-plasmic resonance detector with transmorphic capability. I had it installed a while back but never got around to using it myself."

"Gee... I wonder why?" muttered Cyanide. A thought suddenly occurred to her. "What happens if Sherman decides to shut down this inter-dimensional body snatcher machine?"

"Well, then it will drop the targeting lock it has on the dimension and being you made the switch with," Rekooh explained. "If that happens, you'll live out the rest of your life as a female."

Cyanide suddenly looked more than a little uncomfortable. "Can't you over-ride the timer and change me back now?"

"Not with the remote," she said. I'd have to do it from the control center."

"Then what are we waiting for," the Chimera said, abruptly taking the lead. She took about five steps, then stopped dead and looked back at the copper-skinned alien. "Well, are you coming or not?"

Rekooh's antenna twitched slightly as she guided them towards a manual access hatch. They began making their way through a series of corridors, system access tunnels and ladders. The Prefect took the lead, followed by Cyanide, Cinnamon, Clover and Cassia. For some reason, the green-furred Unicorn didn't want to get very far away from Cyanide's light.

* * * *

Dismounting from his broom, the Professor went over to Cymbalaria and tried to get her to lay down again. She refused however, insisting instead that he gather up her parts and bring them over to her. He quickly collected them, returning to the android pony in short order.

"Does it hurt?" he asked as he watched her brush the dirt off the shoulder joint of her arm. She smiled and shook her head/

"Past a certain point my pain receptors shut down," she explained. "After all, their only purpose is to warn me when I'm over-stressing one or more components of my body. Such data is superfluous once maximum load capability is exceeded, since the damage by then is rather obvious." She finished cleaning off her arm socket then handed the appendage to the Professor. "Would you hold this against my shoulder, like so?" she asked.

The Professor complied, kneeling next to her. As he watched small filament strands shot between the arm socket and the arm itself. He felt a slight vibration and the arm proceeded to reconnect itself to the pony. Within a few seconds the process was complete.

Cymbalaria rotated her shoulder, flexing both her arm and hand as she checked for secondary damage. "Much better," she said. Reaching across the ground, she snagged her left leg and cleaned off the ball joint that hooked it to her knee. She brought the leg up and held it in position as her automated systems repaired the damage Sherman's toy had wrought. Once connected she bent the ankle and knee several times, then straightened her leg out and hopped up on both feet. Turning, she extended a hand to the Professor and pulled him upright.

They both went over to the robo-tank and examined it. There wasn't enough left of the mechanism for even a self-repair program to help.

"Why does this thing look familiar," muttered the Professor. Cymbalaria silently scanned the wreckage, then bent over and picked up a piece of the hull. There, embossed on the metal was the image of a machine cog with a bear's head superimposed on it. The mage raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Panzer Beorn! Sherman must have "borrowed" this from our dimension, or one closely related."

"I didn't think he could have built this himself." Cymbalaria responded. "He doesn't impress me as being overly creative."

"Lack of creativity doesn't make him any less dangerous. Especially since he has all of space-time to draw upon for resources." The Professor removed his goggles and skullcap and wiped the sweat from his brow. "Strange that he hasn't done so already," the android observed.

"Maybe... Maybe not! His actions may be somewhat restricted."

"Meaning?"

"Unless I'm completely wrong, he is a computer A.I. program. That means he has a lot of system functions and pre-programmed responses he has to deal with. He might even have a series of operating rules that he has to circumvent in order to do what he's doing; not unlike mine," said Cymbalaria.

"You mean like Asimov's Three Laws?" asked the techno-mage. The pony girl nodded. "So how could he circumvent those kinds of blocks?"

"Probably through a very convoluted series of rationalizations. He might actually create programming conflicts within his directory in order to justify actions contrary to his basic operating parameters. A kind of self induced ex-mobius loop."

"Wouldn't that make Sherman psychotic?"

"Yes. It's not something most cybernetic beings could do, but given the amount of processing power Sherman must have access to... Well, I think we've seen the results."

The Professor thought quietly for a few minutes then looked at the android. "As a cybernetic being... how would you go about separating intuition and imagination from calculation and logic?"

"Well, unlike an organic being, whose entire spiritual, physiological and mental functions are highly interconnected and interdependendent, an android like myself functions on a modular level. The modules can work together, but interconnectivity is not a prerequisite for function. Separate our components, and the undamaged segments continue functioning."

"Like your arm."

"Yes." Cymbalaria responded. "I loose my arm and I can still function, minus of course the capability provided by the arm. If an organic being looses an arm, you have not only a physical response, but the trauma created triggers psychological and emotional backlashes that affect the entire system."

"So is there a separate module that would deal with higher order intuitive and imaginative function?" the Professor asked.

"It varies from being to being, but yes, we would all have it. In my case, it's a series of five chips within my central processor. Isolate them, and I still function, but without any creativity or emotional inputs."

"How could we disrupt or shut down those processes?"

Cymbalaria thought for a moment. "Well... the most obvious way would be to introduce a virus into his programming, but since we don't know any of his baseline computer codes we can't create one."

The Professor thought for a moment. "What do you suppose would happen if we introduced some unstable molecules into that system?"

"A physical attack? Well Sherman's self-repair and diagnostic programs would probably treat it like some kind of fast acting mold or oxidation. It would cause him problems...." She paused to consider. "Come to think of it, the collie who greeted us said Sherman didn't like unstable molecules crossing his threshold. That's why he shredded our uniforms."

"Then that's the ticket," the Professor replied. "Fortunately, I have a few vials at hand, along with a couple doses of chemical hex, should the need arise."

"I'd be careful about using that," Cymbalaria warned. "We know Sherman's sensitive to it but we have to remember that his systems are maintaining whatever pocket dimension the time-ship is in. If the molecules spread further than we intend, we're looking at a potential collapse of time and space relative to our position."

The Professor reached into his carpetbag and pulled out a vial of what looked like viscous black tar. He examined it for a moment, making sure its stopper was still intact then carefully replaced it in the bag.

"In that case, we'll just have to be careful when and where we use it," he replied.

Cymbalaria looked around the glade where they stood. "Okay... now that we have a plan, how do we get back to the time-ship?"

"Not to worry... before following you through the portal I set up a time delay return spell that will pull us back when one or more of the girls show up and start kicking butt."

The android pony looked at the Professor quizzically. "That's a pretty long call. How do we know they aren't still trapped in some other dimension?"

The Professor smiled as he repacked his rocket broom. "Oh ye of little faith."

* * * *

They'd been climbing for about two hours when the other's noticed the Chimera was visibly shaking and sweating.

"You alright?" asked Cassia.

"Do I look alright?" Cyanide snapped, her voice quavering and tense. She took a deep breath. "Sorry... No... I ache, all over, like I never have before." She turned away, but not before the pink pegasus saw the glint of tears in the Chimera's eyes.

Cassia felt someone move up next to her as Cyanide abruptly turned away from her. "What's wrong with him... I mean her?" Cinnamon whispered.

"I think Cyanide's heat cycle is kicking into high gear," the pegasus whispered back.

"So... it's not all that hard to deal with. We do it all the time."

"Yes, but we're use to it," muttered Clover. "This would be like the first time for her... and that's ALWAYS the worst."

Cinnamon thought about what the blue-furred Mare had said. "Yeah," she admitted sympathetically. "I remember how bad my first time in heat was. I'm glad you two were there to help out."

They glanced at Cyanide. The Chimera had stopped and was leaning against a wall, panting furiously. "I think we're all going to have to help out," said Cassia. She flitted ahead of the others and set down next to Rekooh, whispering something to the alien. They both looked at Cyanide.

The Prefect nodded, then led everyone through a hatch and up another darkened corridor. Reaching a door she tripped the manual release lever and opened it, guiding them into what looked like a small combination recreation room and lounge. Going over to a wall panel, Rekooh pulled out what looked like a small globe and set it on a table. There was a click and the room was filled with a soft, luminescent glow. She looked over at the Chimera. "You can give your horn a rest for a while."

Cyanide smiled thankfully and sat down on the couch, her horn dimming to its normal ivory shade. She sat slightly hunched, hands folded together between her knees, shaking.

Going over to Cassia the Prefect nodded. "Take as much time as you need," she whispered. She then sat down in an overstuffed chair and pulled out a small text reader before adjusting the settings on her cosmic multi-tool. She placed it on the table next to her then began reading.

Cassia sat down next to Cyanide and placed the back of her hand against the Chimera's face. She was very hot to the touch The black and white furred pony looked over at the Pegasus and smiled weakly. "Don't think I'll ever complain about you guys and "that time of the month" ever again." Cassia returned the smile, reaching up to brush strands of white mane out of Cyanide's eyes. The Pegasus gently leaned over, turned her head and kissed the Chimera on the lips.

There was a brief moment of confused hesitation. Cyanide knew full well that her body was now female and she was kissing someone of the same sex, but her brain was still wired like a guy's. Thus, it felt completely natural, where if some guy had kissed her, she would have freaked. Pleasantly surprised by the attention, she leaned into the kiss and returned it. Given the circumstances, it wasn't hard at all to surrender herself to her desires.

Moments later Cinnamon joined them on the couch Cyanide felt a pair of silky hands opening the front of her coveralls. They reached inside and gently cupped her breasts, kneading them gently as a pair of thumbs brushed against her nipples. Half erect already from the heat, they became very hard and sensitive to the touch. She moaned, shuddering under the Unicorn's ministrations.

Clover stepped behind the couch and pulled the coveralls off Cyanide's shoulders, letting them slide halfway down her black-furred arms. Gripping her shoulders, the blue-furred Mare began massaging them along with the back of her neck The Chimera sighed as she felt her tension being re-channeled into something less raw and much more sensual.

Working together, Cassia and Cinnamon slowly peeled Cyanide out of her coveralls, then each girl focused on one or the other of her breasts. They quickly moved from fondling them to kissing and suckling them. The Chimera was quickly learning why her teammates put so much emphasis into foreplay, especially when it came to playing with their tits. She moaned again, arching her back so they could work their tongues around and around her areolas.

Clover moved from the back to the front of the couch. Once there she knelt in front of Cyanide and gently pushed her legs apart. Bending down, the Mare began lightly flicking her tongue against the Chimera's slit.

Cyanide gasped as a very pleasurable shock raced up her spine. She bucked her hips as the blue-furred pony delicately pulled her petals apart and began licking her from the inside. Clover could feel the heat on her muzzle as it radiated off Cyanide's folds. Sticking her tongue in deeper, she slowly rolled it around the Chimera's passage.

The black and white furred pony nickered wildly at the attention being paid to her body. She could almost feel her folds fluttering in response to the sensations created by Clover's tongue. Deep within her she felt something building, something not dissimilar to what she'd felt in her old, male body; but this was different. Instead of being localized in her groin, the sensations seemed to radiate outward from her. They seemed to fill her entire being causing her body to tremor violently.

With all three of the girls working their magic, it didn't take Cyanide long to cum, and when she did, it was loud and long. Her body spasmed and she had to clench her teeth to stifle a loud whinnying scream. The orgasm rolled across her body, wave upon wave of tremoring release. It seemed to last forever.

As it passed, the girls continued to kiss and lick the Chimera's body and, much to her amazement, Cyanide could feel herself building towards yet another release. It came quicker than the first, and this time she did scream, neighing and moaning wildly. The sensation was so intense that at one point he grabbed Clover by the back of her head and drove her muzzle right up against her passage, panting as the blue furred Mare suckled and licked at her nub.

The ponies continued to service Cyanide until she lost count of how many times she had cum. Exhausted and satisfied beyond belief, she finally pulled all three of them to her and kissed them each in turn before awareness slid away and she dropped into a deep, blissful sleep.

Clover, Cassia and Cinnamon looked a each other hungrily, then removed their coveralls and lay in a triangle on the floor where each could lick the folds of another. They continued "playing" in this manner for about an hour before curling up with Cyanide and joining her in the gentle embrace of sleep.

Rekooh looked up from her reading and sighed patiently. She checked her wrist chronometer. Only half a minute had past since they entered the room and she'd activated the relativity field on her cosmic multi-tool, but that was ship's time of course. Looking at the peaceful pile of placated ponies she decided to give them another couple of relative hours to recuperate, then they had to be on their way.

TO BE CONTINUED