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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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ROBOT BLUES

The professor yawned as he made his way downstairs to the kitchen. He could already smell coffee brewing, so he was not surprised to find the breakfast table occupied by his 'family.' What did surprise him was Cyanide. Unlike the girls who were happily munching on their bowls of granola, he was chin down in his bowl, snoring loudly. The professor looked over at Clover, Cassia and Cinnamon and raised an eyebrow.

"Well?"

"UH... Well what. Professor?" asked Cassia.

"What did I tell you before about keeping him up all night playing games?"

"We didn't keep him up playing games," insisted Clover.

"Yeah... We were too busy have hot, steamy sex with our pony boy to play games," replied Cinnamon, happily taking a bite of her cereal.

"I see," frowned the professor, "and as a result he's going to be completely useless when there's an emergency call."

"Don't you mean IF?" asked Clover optimistically. At that moment the hotline started buzzing.

"No I mean when!"

Cassia made it to the phone before Cinnamon who still had a mouthful of food to swallow. "Hello... Yes Mayor... The nuclear plant? Right away mayor, we're on it." She hung up the phone. "Tin Lizzy's on the rampage again. This time she's using a giant robot to siphon off the energy from the power plant."

In a flash the three girls were out of their bathrobes and racing up the stairs for their uniforms, leaving the professor with a half-second glimpse of three sets of rather shapely curves. He sighed. At times like this he almost wished he were a pony too. An instant later there was another blur of movement as the girls dashed, zoomed and teleported out the front door. Cinnamon stopped long enough in the kitchen to give Cyanide a small peck on the muzzle.

"See you later, horn dog!" With a pop of imploding air she vanished in pursuit of her sisters.

The professor dutifully crossed the living room and closed the door behind them, something they frequently forgot to do in their haste to save the day. A loud snort drew his attention back to the table. Cyanide was sitting up. His eyes were leaden slits and milk dripped from his chin.

"Wassatdafone?" he mumbled groggily.

"Not for you, it wasn't," the professor replied, pulling the black and white furred pony to his hooves and guiding him towards the stairs. Cyanide slowly climbed to the second floor, stumbling a couple of times only to be saved by a firm push from the professor. Reaching his room, he quickly tucked the pony into bed and drew the shades so he could at least get some undisturbed slumber. The professor looked at Cyanide and shook his head. He really was going to have to lay down the law before the girls had him so debilitated it affected his powers.

* * * *

As far back as she could remember Tintinabula, or Tin Lizzy as the newspapers had dubbed her, had wanted nothing more than to become human, or at least something more than what she was. Built originally as a bodyguard, the android Amazon was, in some aspects, quite human. Unfortunately, they were all the wrong aspects. Her creator found that out the hard way. It was the first and last time she would ever buy an A.I. program from a discount technology warehouse.

It wasn't long before Tin Lizzy realized that disposing of her creator was a mistake. Without a human to model herself after, it was difficult to judge what qualities defined humanity. Her experiments became a matter of guesswork, often without focus or clear direction.

She began raiding science labs, prosthetics manufacturers, and any number of high tech industries to get the parts she thought she needed to modify herself or build replacement bodies. She also robbed banks and jewelry stores as a means of raising capital for her self-improvement experiments. To both the police and general public her crimes seemed random and they were confused as to her intent. No one was able to stop her, at least not until she ran afoul of the Powerpuff Ponies. Their first battle had two major effects. One was to demonstrate that Tin Lizzy was not the unstoppable juggernaut everyone had originally thought. The other was to change the android's focus.

After observing replays of their fight, Lizzy altered the emphasis of her redesign efforts. This easily made her one of the girls' most annoying foes. Once she abducted Clover in order to do a detailed bio-scan, the better to understand her powers and physical form. Another time she managed to hack into the Professor's lab computer and collect data on all the girls. All this attention was annoying, but what was most frustrating to the ponies was that no matter how many times they defeated and captured Lizzy, she would always escape by downloading herself into one of a dozen bodies she had stashed in various 'safe' locations.

Lizzy watched from a distance as the ponies arrived to combat her powerbot. As always, Cinnamon charged in first, teleporting next to the monster's left leg and landing a roundhouse punch. The metal rang from the impact, but the giant wasn't even fazed. She was followed by Clover who raced around the robot creating her own tornado. Clamps shot out from its footpads and it literally nailed itself to the ground, negating the effect of the pony's windstorm.

The Amazonian android frowned. Only three of the ponies had shown up. Where was their male counter-part? He was the one she was looking for, the reason she had set up this battle. Relays within her mind traded bits of data back and forth. If he wasn't here, then logically he was unable to be present. She knew of no other emergency that might have drawn him away from this one, so that meant for some reason he was still at home. Tin Lizzy smiled. It would be much easier to trap Cyanide if he were isolated from the others. Setting the robot's remote system to auto, she casually dumped the controller into the knothole of a nearby tree. The monster and subsequent clean up would keep the ponies busy for at least thirty minutes. She had other things to do.

* * * *

Cyanide groaned softly as he returned to consciousness. He felt more than a little groggy, as if he'd slept too long and too deeply. Yawning, he reached up to scratch under his chin, discovering abruptly that he couldn't budge his arm. This fact took a moment or two to register, but when it did the surge of adrenalin snapped him to full alertness.

He found himself in some kind of laboratory. From the scattered worktables and various pieces of equipment, it looked like an electronics shop on steroids. He hated labs. What made it worse was he had been strapped down to some kind of examination table.

For an instant panic tore at him and he thrashed wildly about, whinnying in anger, frustration. and fear. When he realized it wasn't helping he stopped struggling, wisely deciding to conserve his strength. It felt as if he'd strained every muscle in his body. He had more than enough strength to break the steel straps holding him. Unfortunately he'd been bound in such a way that he lacked the necessary leverage.

Well, if strength didn't work, perhaps he could teleport out of his bonds. He fixed his eyes on a point several feet to his left and concentrated. Nothing happened! He waited a moment then tried again, focusing on a different point in the room. Again there was no response. He then tried his lightning power, aiming the intended bolt at what looked like an important console. It instantly shorted out, sending a shock through him that made his fur stand on end and filled the room with the vague scent of scorched fur.

He could feel nothing around his neck, so he knew he wasn't wearing a control collar. Cyanide was confused. What had happened to him? His eyes strayed up to the examination table light above his head. He could see a distorted version of himself in the reflector. His eyes went wide in shock and he felt suddenly cold. Someone had cut off his horn! Without it, he couldn't project his lightning bolts, invisibility field or teleport. The feeling of loss that washed over him was almost overwhelming.

The pony took a moment or two to compose himself then he started looking around again. He saw three other examination tables. One held the incomplete form of a humanoid robot. On the second rested a fully functional drone. The figure on the table closest to Cyanide was perhaps the most surprising. A female pony lay there. Her fur was dandelion yellow and she had a pale yellow flash and muzzle. Both her mane and tail were milk-white. Aside from her color, she appeared to be an exact duplicate of Clover, or she would have been were she not sporting a series of implants along her arms, legs and torso. A small implant traced the path of her brow above her left eye. All had a metallic-silver sheen. Several leads connected her and the table to an oversized bank of computers.

A series of indicator lights on the table flashed from red to green and the pony-girl sat up and looked over at the boy pony. She smiled, but there was a detachment in her expression that made it feel cold and empty. Unplugging herself she slid off the table and stood. Cyanide's eyes traveled up and down her naked form. She was quite stunning to look at and the fur on her mound was the same milk-white as her mane.

She twirled in place like a model giving him a better look. As she did, he spotted a lightning bolt mark on her left cheek just below the tail. Seeing it, he raised his eyebrows. "I take it you like what you see," she said in a soft, electronic imitation of a sultry voice. Cyanide recognized the voice.

"Lizzy?"

She pouted. "You know... I really hate that name. It's Tintinabula... Tin-tin-AB-u-la. Not Lizzy, or Tin Lizzy or Tin Pot, or Dizzy Lizzy. Tintinabula! Got it?"

"Okay," the pony replied carefully. "What exactly is happening? Where am I and why am I here?"

"That's what I like," the android pony said. "Someone with questions and the sense to ask them." She strolled casually over to his table and began running her fingertips through his chest fur. "That feels nice," she said. "Hand receptors seem to be working at peak efficiency." Her hand moved down, sliding across his belly until it was brushing his sheath.

"HEY! You're getting a little too personal there!" warned Cyanide.

"Don't worry," she cooed. "It's just part of my little experiment. I don't intend to damage you or anything...yet." Her hand played around gently with his ball sack, kneading and stroking it until he began to respond. "Tell me, how does that feel, my hand against your private parts? Is it as soft as normal skin and fur?"

Cyanide didn't answer at first, glaring at the female android instead. In response she grasped his testicles in her hand and slowly began to apply pressure. "I really would like to know," she insisted. "Be honest!"

He gritted his teeth for a moment, "Yes... yes it is soft."

She smiled, easing her grip. "You see. That wasn't hard." She looked down at his sheath. "Or at least it's getting hard."

"Just what exactly are you trying to do here?" Cyanide asked.

"Oh, well I'm just testing out a new body I designed and built," Lizzy replied. I've incorporated a lot of new technology in it that I have to assess." She held up her hands for him to see. "These, for example. I've created a new steel poly-carbon thread weave to function as my outer epidermal layer. It's both strong and flexible, yet as you felt, soft as real skin. It also contains hundreds of sensor receptors per square inch, allowing me to 'feel' you as well."

"What about the yellow fur?"

"Individual polymer threads. They're actually a part of the receptor system," She said proudly.

"Okay," Cyanide replied. "That's all well and good, but why make yourself up like one of us?"

"I thought that would be obvious," Lizzy replied, a small pout forming on her lips. I was programmed to emulate the most advanced life form on the planet."

"Why? That doesn't make much sense."

"Well, to be honest, the program's intent was to allow me to fit in better with the humans I would be interacting with. When I found the purpose somewhat limited, I improved upon it."

"So now WE'RE the most advanced life form?"

"YES!" she nodded happily. "Doesn't it give you a... thrill of self-importance?"

"Less of a thrill, and more like a pain in the ass."

"A pain in the ass? Does that mean you want me to start with anal sex?"

"WHAT?"

"Well, like I said, I'm evaluating all of my sensory receptors." Having said that, Lizzy climbed up on the examination table and lay across Cyanide's body. "Interesting... Full body contact seems to be flooding my input processor rather severely."

"Good!" muttered the pony. "I hope you burn it out."

Lizzy furrowed her eyebrows and bopped him hard on the end of his muzzle with two fingers.

"OW!"

"That's not a nice thing to say, especially since you're penis seems to be responding rather happily to the stimulation. Besides, my processor could handle ten thousand times more input data before suffering any kind of system failure."

"Hooray for me." Cyanide responded unenthusiastically. "MMULLFPH!"

Without warning Lizzy had leaned forward and planted a kiss against the pony's lips. She held herself there for several seconds and then pulled back, disappointed. "You're not cooperating!" she nickered. "When I kissed you, you were supposed to open your mouth slightly and let me insert my tongue. I want to test my taste receptors." She sat up, positioning herself atop his testicles and bounced once.

"GAAHH!" Cyanide's eyes crossed involuntarily and he clenched his teeth.

"You don't like that...do you?"

"WHAT THE HELL... Are you trying to castrate me?"

"Not if I don't have to," Lizzy replied "Besides, even if I did, they'd grow back after a couple of days, just like your horn... though I don't imagine it would be too pleasurable a sensation." She fixed her silver eyes on the pony. "Now, here's the deal... either you cooperate and help me test and calibrate my receptors, or I spend the day examining your pain threshold. Believe me, the former will be much easier and much more pleasant for both of us." She smiled wickedly. "I'll give you thirty thousand milliseconds to decide."

It wasn't hard for Cyanide to choose. He didn't particularly like pain, and since he wasn't in much of a position to object then cooperating was definitely the lesser of two evils. Besides, the longer he could keep her occupied, the better the chance the other ponies might find him. "Alright," he signed in resignation. "Where do you want to start?"

"Let's just go with the flow," she replied. "I'm certain you already know how to respond." She leaned forward and kissed him again. This time, the pony allowed her to gently push his lips aside and slide her tongue into his muzzle. She explored the inside of his mouth, brushing against his pallet and plunging deep into his throat.

For his part, Cyanide found the contact rather interesting. Her taste was ever so slightly metallic, but not in an overpowering way. She had accurately duplicated the inside of Clover's mouth, so it did not quite feel as if he were kissing a total stranger. As they parted, he used his prehensile lips to softly grasp Lizzy's lower lip, sucking on it slightly.

"Interest. That... sort of tingled," she replied. "Almost like someone was brushing something against the top and back of my throat. How did it feel for you?"

"Not bad, though you could work on installing some sort of flavor glands there. Maybe peppermint."

She rested herself against Cyanide. "Anything else you can tell me?"

"Well, when any of the girls are lying across me like this, their nipples normally stiffen quite a bit as a sign of their arousal. If you tripled the sensitivity of your receptors there and around your mound and the inside of your thighs, you might begin to feel more like they do when having sex. The base of their tails also becomes quiet sensitive to stimulation."

Lizzy sat up. "Okay, give me a moment or two." She suddenly went quiet and the slight luminosity of her eyes dimmed. While waiting, a nearby fan, detecting an increase in the room's temperature switched on, blowing cool air across Cyanide. For the first time he realized he'd been sweating, but whether it was from nervousness or exertion he couldn't tell.

The android pony's eyes brightened and she smiled. "Adjustment completed." She lay across the stallion again, rubbing her body against him. After a moment she shivered slightly. "That was interesting. I just experienced some kind of feedback reaction. Is that normal?"

"Yes," he replied. "The greater the stimulation, the greater the feedback. When that stimulation reached a certain point, the body experiences a powerful, but harmless series of convulsions that feed directly into the pleasure centers of the brain. We call it an orgasm."

"Is this orgasm the ultimate goal of your sexual activities?" Lizzy asked.

"Well, no. The ultimate, long-term goal is procreation, however this is one of the more pleasant short-term side effects."

"I see. So, how is this orgasm achieved?"

"Well that depends," said Cyanide.

"On what?"

"Well, that depends on how well you duplicated Clover's body. First... do you have the equivalent of a pleasure center within your Central Processing Unit?"

"You mean my brain?" Lizzy paused for a moment, scanning her internal systems. Circuits closed and she shivered heavily. "A...A... Apparently, I do have such a function, though I've seldom accessed it."

"Good. Now you need to route your receptor inputs into that area, making sure that any reactions between the receptors and your brain will create a feedback loop."

"Won't that produce a sensory overload?" the android pony asked.

"Yes... but that's the whole idea of an orgasm. I assume you have some kind of circuit breakers." She nodded. "Well then, when the feedback becomes intense enough, they'll trip, preventing any permanent damage to your systems."

"Yes... Once tripped, they will wait sixty seconds and reset, rebooting my program without loss of data. Lizzy paused for a moment, staring intently at Cyanide. "You seem to know a lot about cybernetic systems."

"Not as much as you," he flattered her. "I've been doing a lot of studying with the professor over the past few months. Electronics fascinates me."

"I see. What comes next?"

"Well, when you created your body, did you provide yourself with the equivalent of a reproductive system?"

"I duplicated Clover's, though it is not functional."

"Does it have receptors along the vaginal wall?"

"Yes," Lizzy confirmed. They are currently turned off."

"Well then turn them on and make them four times as sensitive as any of your other receptors."

She paused and did as instructed, then looked at the male pony. "Now what?"

"Now," he smiled lustfully, "comes the fun part."

Following his directions, Lizzy slowly eased the pony's cock into her passage, pausing to release a small amount of water from her back up hydrogen power cells so she would be lubricated. Feeling Cyanide's cock slowly filling her inch-by-inch was already creating a significant level of feedback and the android couldn't help but nicker slightly, leaving her to wonder why she had emitted that sound.

For his part, Cyanide couldn't help but enjoy the sensation of having his penis surrounded the soft, pseudo-vagina. It pulsed slightly and the warmth of the liquid massaged and stimulated him. Once he was fully within her, he encouraged Lizzy to begin riding his cock, slowly at first, then faster and faster as the feedback began looping through her system and into her CPU.

Her body shuddered, not once or twice, but continuously, building in strength as the feedback progressed. Within moments she was frantically bouncing atop Cyanide, quivering and moaning in an odd, electronic tone. Then, suddenly, she went into a series of convulsions. Her vaginal walls clamped down on the pony and she froze, the luminosity of her eyes fading completely for nearly a minute.

Cyanide counted to sixty, then watched as the android came back to life.

"That... was... interesting," she said, looking down at the male pony. "Can we do it again?"

"Certainly," he replied smiling. "But this time, I'd appreciate it if you slowed down the pace enough for me to orgasm as well."

"As you wish." Again, Lizzy began moving slowly atop Cyanide, this time placing a hand gently against his testicles so she could monitor him and know when he was about to release.

She set a rhythm that was neither too fast, nor too slow. As she sensed his excitement level increase, she turned up the sensitivity of her receptors, increasing her own stimulation without increasing her pace.

Meanwhile Cyanide relaxed and let his body do what it did best. He focused instead on another part of himself, tapping into an internal reservoir that Lizzy knew little about. He marshaled the energies he felt there, tapping them and holding them until the moment was right.

He felt his body near release, and as he did, Lizzy increased her pace. It would be easy for her to time her orgasm with his. Closer, then yet closer again; the pony felt himself tighten, even as the android shuddered, ready to trip her own circuit breakers. He had to time this carefully. Wait for it... Wait... Wait... NOW!

He felt himself release his seed into the android, even as she began shuddering and convulsing in response to her feedback loop. Simultaneously, Cyanide released a lightning bolt that traveled through his body, up his cock and into Lizzy. There was a tremendous thunderclap. The attack was so sudden that the circuit breakers never had a chance to engage. The android's fur and mane briefly caught fire and she emitted an electronic shriek that shattered glass throughout the lab. Smoke curled out of her ears and mouth, and then a pair of fire extinguisher arms extended themselves from the ceiling and sprayed the table. The expression locked on her face was one of pure ecstasy. Cyanide passed out.

* * * *

The pony cursed softly as he returned to consciousness. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around. Several hours had passed. He was still strapped firmly to the examination table in the robotics laboratory. His cock felt sore and abused, but it was no great mystery why. Tin Lizzy was slowly humping him; or rather what was left of her was. Her servos whined in protest with each slow mechanical thrust.

He lay back and tried to relax, confident the girls would find him in short order. If he were lucky, they'd be able to find where the Amazonian android had put his horn. Then it would only be a matter of binding it to the stub and it would heal in minutes and not days. He just hoped the girls wouldn't subject him to any bondage jokes, especially Cassia. A thought occurred to him. He looked at Lizzy and quietly wondered if she could be redesigned as a male robot. Then, maybe, he'd be able to get some sleep.

As the remains of the psychotic android moved up and down his cock, she kept repeating a single phrase over and over. "...At the tone the time will be seven, twenty-six. ... At the tone the time will be seven, twenty-six. ...At the tone..."

END