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The story is a work of fiction copywrite Radical Gopher. It may not be reprinted or duplicated in whole or in part without the express permission of the author. This story contains adult themes and situations and should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18.

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BULK MALE

Saturday morning was always the Professor's favorite day. He always made it a point to close the lab and relax with his family. Breakfast was usually something decedent like pain-perdu or quiche, accompanied by slices of mango or papaya and finished off with a cup of Caf� Americana. Then he and the ponies would settle back and watch Saturday morning cartoons for an hour or two before going somewhere fun. Occasionally, Cyanide would join them, especially if they were watching anything retro like Tex Avery, Warner Brothers or Fleischer. Disney cartoons he wouldn't watch because they didn't have the �edge' to them he liked.

They were in the middle of a particularly funny episode of Reboot Chicken when the program was interrupted by a news flash. Downtown Honolulu was under attack by several large armored behemoths, all under the control of Panzer Beorn.

"What it is with this guy and robots?" muttered Cassia.

"Well... at least this time he's not attacking Metrotowne," Clover observed.

"After the trashing we gave him, why would he?" grinned Cinnamon

"So who protects Hawaii from this sort of thing?" Cyanide asked.

"Well... Let's ask Tintinabula," the Professor offered.

Responding to her name, the android pony poked her head in from the kitchen. "Can I help?"

"Are there any meta-heroes operating out of the Hawaiian Islands?"

"Accessing internet," she responded. "Yes... there is currently a team of three heroes working out of Schofield Barracks near Pearl Harbor. Their code-names are Pen, Brush and Quill and they are known collectively as Indelible Inc."

"What powers do they have?" asked Clover.

"Because they are government sponsored that data is restricted. However, each member is equipped with a powersuit that has multiple functions."

"So what we're looking at here is a heavy metal smack down," said Cyanide... "Cool!"

As they watched, the three heroes put in the typical dramatic appearance and began battling Beorn's bots. Everything seemed to be going well until one of the on scene camera crews took a wide field shot of people fleeing the devastation. One of the behemoths kicked a car that came down at the edge of the fleeing throng. The news team zoomed in on the impact point an instant before the car landed, catching the image of a poor, overweight, balding tourist in a pink Hawaiian shirt, flip-flops and shorts. The vehicle landed right on top of him.

The ponies all gasped in horror. The professor however reacted differently. He snatched up the TIVO remote and ran the image backward, freezing it in the instant before the car hit.

"Professor," complained Cassia... "That's gross!"

"I wish that's all it was," he replied.

"Huh?"

"Take a look at his face!"

All the ponies leaned in and squinted. Clover was the first to react. "Oh no! It's Doctor Iverson."

"Iverson?" asked Cassia. "Are you sure?"

"Look for yourself." They all did. There was no mistaking the moustache, horn rimmed glasses or befuddled expression.

"Yep... It's him alright," observed Cassia.

"You think he's dead?" asked Clover

"Well DUH!" Cinnamon responded. "A car just landed on him. What do you think?"

"If he is dead," said the Professor, "then both Panzer Beorn and Indelible Inc. have more on their plate now than they can handle."

"Say what?" asked Cyanide

"I'll explain on the way. Tintinabula... Go warm up the plane. Everyone suit up. We're going to need all hands on this one."

"Yeah! Road-Trip!" squealed Clover in delight.

Within minutes they had assembled in the underground hanger. The girls, including Tintinabula wore their new, black and gold trimmed, bare mid-drift, cheerleader-style costumes. Each had a Double P logo emblazoned on it. Cyanide was dressed in a pair of knee-length Speedos and a tank top with the same color scheme and the Professor wore a black and gold combination wizard's robe and lab coat with a French beret. He held a wand that was attached to his wrist with a lanyard so he couldn't easily loose it in battle.

Tintinabula pulled a switch on a nearby wall. Both the floor and ceiling of the hanger opened up and a long, winged cylindrical shape rose into view. It looked a lot like a rocket straight out of a 1950's science fiction movie, complete with wings, a quad tail landing structure and a six-place cockpit.

Cyanide couldn't help but notice both the name "Pony Ride," painted on the nose and the Double P logo painted on the wing. It barely hid an older, embossed insignia that looked like a circle with a stylized number four in it. He looked over at the Professor quizzically. "I didn't even know we had a plane."

The Professor shrugged. "Well, if you want to be technical, it's a sub-orbital rocket plane. I picked it up for cheap at a fire sale in New York a few years ago."

"It's ancient," said Cyanide.

"The word you're looking for is �classic.' Don't worry... It'll get us there in fifteen minutes or less."

"Or less?"

"Well, yes... If the landing rockets malfunction."

Disregarding the Professor's last comment, everyone scrambled onboard and strapped themselves in. Tintinabula took the controls and within moments they were rocketing skyward. The pre-programmed parabolic flight path would land them within a mile of the battle.

"Okay everyone, listen up! Our primary task is not; repeat NOT to join in the battle between Indelible Inc. and Panzer Beorn. Let them duke it out. We have to find Doctor Iverson. If he's still alive we have to keep him that way by whatever means possible."

"What if he's already dead?" asked Cyanide.

"Then we do our best to subdue him," replied the Professor.

"Say what?"

"A couple of years ago the good doctor was part of a team researching cellular regeneration using both science and magic."

"Were you part of that team?" the pony asked.

"No... The military tried to recruit my services but I refused to participate. Their theories were... childish at best and they really didn't understand what they were dealing with. Well, to make a long story short, they botched it big time. Iverson was exposed to a bad batch of irradiated chemical hex. His body can regenerate small injuries with no problem, but if he's killed, the regeneration process goes out of control and he becomes a twenty foot tall, juggernaut capable of leveling everything on the island."

"How long does this transformation last?" asked Cyanide.

"Without outside intervention, anywhere from a week to ten days," Cassia replied. "Then he reverts to a fully healed Doctor Iverson."

"So how do we stop him?"

"Well... there are two ways. First, we can wear him out. That shouldn't take more than a day or two at most. The trouble is that approach isn't one the insurance companies appreciate."

"Great... What's the second way?"

There was silence throughout the rocket plane. The Professor coughed into his hand for a moment. "Well... It's rather... Hmm... You see we have to... sap him of his... Err... his precious bodily fluids!"

"What?" asked Cyanide.

"We have to help him get his rocks off, Horn Dog!" spouted Cinnamon.

"Hey! How many times do I have to ask you not to call me that?" objected the male pony. Cinnamon stuck her tongue out at him.

"Knock it off you two or I'll hit the eject button and you can fall the rest of the way on your own," Tintinabula threatened. She looked over at the Professor. "Entering descent phase. All systems nominal."

"Uh, Professor? I just thought of something," said Cassia. "Will Tintinabula be staying with the plane or joining us in the fight?"

"I said we'd be needing all hands in this battle. What's the problem?"

"Well... If she's fighting with us we can't use her real name. She's still a wanted criminal, even if she is a good guy now."

"Then I guess we'll have to use a code-name, at least in public." The Professor thought quietly for a moment, then brightened. "What do you think of Cymbalaria?'

"Cymbalaria... Accessing... a genus of about 10 species of herbaceous perennial plants that are part of the family Plantaginaceae. It has the same number of syllables and is associated with a sound, just like my original name. Plus it scans with your names, making me a part of the family... I like it," Tintinabula said. "Altitude... One mile. Thirty seconds to touchdown."

"You really like it?" asked Clover. The android nodded. "Hooray... Then Cymbalaria it is." She looked over at the professor. "How are we going to remember that in the middle of a fight?"

"No problem," he replied, waving his wand. There was a bright flash of light. The Professor smiled in satisfaction. "Now, every time you THINK Tintinabula, it will come out Cymbalaria."

"Nice"... replied the android, "Except you temporarily overloaded my ocular system. I can't see to land."

"OOPS!"

"I'm one it," yelled Cyanide as he unbuckled himself and popped the hatch. "Kill the descent engines."

The Professor reached across the console and flipped the ignition switch into the off position. In seconds the pony was braced against the bottom of the jump plane. He began beating his wing furiously, faster even than a hummingbird. The vehicle slowed, held up by a combination of Cyanide's strength and the cushion of air created by his wings. Moments later there was a heavy thump as they set down in Kaplolani Park.

The ponies all piled out of the jump plane. Cyanide was leaning forward, hands on knees breathing heavily, his wings drooping behind him.

"You okay?" asked Cassia.

"I think I strained my wings some, but I can still run and �port. Just give me a second to catch my breath."

"How're the eyes, Cymbalaria?

"Coming back Professor... I should have full ocular function in five more seconds."

"Okay... Cassia, Clover, Cinnamon... Spread out and try to find Doctor Iverson. The battle was somewhere near the Pink Palace. He's probably on one of the side streets. Radio us when you find him but don't engage yet. The rest of us will take position on the roof of that hotel over there," the professor said, pointing to one of the taller structures. "Let's go!"

In response the three ponies dispersed into the city.

Cymbalaria wrapped both her arms around the professor. "Hang on!" she cautioned as she engaged the rockets built into her hooves. The two figures roared off into the sky.

Cyanide straightened out, took a deep breath and focused on the distant rooftop. There was a slight pop of imploding air and he found himself standing on the roof... or more specifically three inches above the rooftop swimming pool, which he couldn't see from the street level.

"Aw Crap..." SPLOOSH!

Cyanide managed to pull himself sputtering from the water just as the Professor and Cymbalaria arrived.

From their vantage point they were able to see most of the way up Kuhio beach just to the edge of Waikiki. A small cloud of dust and debris filled the air near the surf line. Indelible Inc. was holding its own against Panzer Beorn, as they successfully confined the battle to the beach area. If things worked out as hoped, damage to downtown Honolulu would be kept to a minimum.

The small ear-radio's they wore crackled to life. "Professor... Clover here... I think I found Doctor Iverson. He's at the corner of Ohua and Kuhio Avenues."

"How is he?" asked the Professor.

"I think he's... OH FUDGE!" There was a sudden feedback on the commlink and a small blue missile launched itself high into the air, arcing above the skyscrapers as it soared over the bay and splashed down about half a mile out to sea.

"Clover? What's your status?"

The commlink hummed for a second, then the sputtering voice of the blue pony could be heard again. "I'm in one piece, but our friend the doctor has already changed into some kind of mutant giant."

"What does he look like this time?"

"A lot better than the last," reported the mare. "Kind of like a twenty-foot tall, buff and tan cross between Edward Norton and a Neanderthal."

"So how hard did he hit you?" asked Cassia.

"Not hard enough," Clover replied

"Actually," reported Cinnamon, "he does look kind of cute... in a primitive, naked sort of way; especially if you like six-packs, small butts and an enormous schwanstuker."

The professor sighed. "Okay everyone... assemble near the corner of Ohua and Kuhio, but don't engage unless civilians are threatened." In the distance he saw a small blue figure streak for the shoreline, running on top of the water. He quickly scanned the surrounding terrain. "If we're going to fight Iverson, then we have to get him away from downtown. There's too much risk of collateral damage here." The Professor looked around in frustration. Honolulu was practically wall-to-wall city with few breaks or open areas.

"Can't we just knock him out to sea?" asked Cyanide

The Professor shook his head. "He hates the water. Getting him wet would only enrage him further and make it more difficult to defeat him. Our job is to isolate him and calm him down, not make him madder"

"What about up there?" asked Cymbalaria, pointing to a nearby mountain.

The Professor's eyes followed the gesture. "Diamond Head? That's perfect!" he said, smiling. "The inactive calderas will make an excellent battle ground, providing there aren't too many tourists."

Cyanide looked up at the mountaintop. "So... how do we get him up there?"

"I think I know how..." The Professor took out some paper and a pen and quickly sketched a symbol on it, then looked over at Cymbalaria. "I need you to go up to the top of Diamond Head and carve this symbol in the ground, away from any people or buildings. Make it about five feet across."

"Any specific orientation, sir?"

He shook his head. "Just make sure the design is accurate and call me when you're ready."

"Affirmative!" There was a flash and roar of rockets and the android was on her way.

"Cyanide! I need you to get me down to that intersection," he said, pointing.

The pony nodded once, looked over the edge of the building to memorize the location, then took a hold of the Professor and vanished with a soft �pop!'

They reappeared about one block north of Iverson's location. "Okay, girls," The Professor ordered. "I want you to pin our target down. Don't let him leave the area until we're ready. Keep harassing him so when you retreat he'll chase you."

"Roger."

"Got it."

"Sure thing."

The girls charged in and began moving around the giant, poking, kicking and butting at him without making any direct attack. While they worked, the Professor pulled out a laser pointer and a specially cut ruby. Pressing on the pointer's button, he held the gem in front of it. The laser light filtered through the stone, intensifying the beam and carving the same symbol he had given Cymbalaria into the middle of the street.

A reddish-pink blur came flying low over their heads and Cyanide broke away from the Professor long enough to make a running catch before Cassia slammed into the ground.

"Thanks," the pegasus grinned, she then launched herself into the air and back down the street.

The Professor finished with the symbol. Taking a small vial out of another pocket, he poured the contents onto the symbol. The silver liquid filled every part of the insignia evenly, solidified, and then began glowing. Moments later Cymbalaria's voice crackled over the radio.

"Ready on my end, Professor."

"Roger... Okay girls, reel him in!"

Alternating between heat vision and ice breath attacks to the face, Clover and Cassia began harassing and taunting the giant human into following them, while Cinnamon and Cyanide cleared any innocent bystanders out of the way. When he rounded the corner he stopped advancing. Despite his brutish, Neanderthal exterior the monster sensed something was amiss. He locked eyes with the Professor and took a cautionary step back. Reaching into his pocket, the Professor pulled out a small bronze disc and held it up, played his trump card.

Hey Iverson..." he taunted, "look what I've got; Nobel Prize for Thaumaturgical Physics."

A small spark of understanding flared within the creature's brain. Roaring his anger he charged the smaller human. "Mine... Mine... MINE!"

The professor took a single step back, braced himself and counted to three. As Iverson reached him he activated the spell. "Fara N'dawae!" The air shimmered and the giant humanoid vanished in an explosion of air that knocked nearly everyone in the vicinity off their feet.

"Everyone...Group Hug!" the Professor commanded. Gathering around him the ponies all cuddled up with their mentor. "Cyanide... Will you do the honors?"

The black and white pony nodded and closed his eyes. All five figures vanished in with a small pop. They materialized in the center of Diamond Head crater not twenty feet away from Iverson. Cymbalaria had already thrown a force field around the dazed monster to keep him contained while park rangers evacuated the few visitors present.

"Your teleport spell drained him somewhat," the android reported, "but he won't stay that way for long!"

The Professor nodded. "Okay... Cyanide, you're on crowd control. Help the rangers clear everyone out. Girls... Operation P-Quad." He handed each of them a small bottle with an amber fluid inside. They quickly swallowed the contents.

"YUCK! This stuff STILL tastes like whale piss!" Cinnamon complained.

"What's Operation P-Quad?" asked Cymbalaria.

"It stands for Power-Puff Pony Polymorph. Just watch and you'll get it."

Standing back, both she and the Professor observed as Cassia, Cinnamon and Clover began to glow. Joining hands, the glow intensified as their bodies slowly grew and merged into one single entity about eighteen feet tall, Its fur blazed with the iridescence of moonlight on snow. Distinctly female, it had a mare's tail, a unicorn's horn and a large pair of pegasus wings. The creature looked down at the Professor and Cymbalaria.

"Remember," he called up, "the potion's effects will only last one hour.

"Right Professor," the giantess answered. She strode over towards Iverson who was back up on his feet. She was naked. Not one thread of the pony's costumes has survived the transformation

The monster began pounding on the force field surrounding him, causing the android to stagger slightly. "Go ahead and drop the field," the super-sized pony ordered, looking down at Cymbalaria. The force dome surrounding Iverson vanished. Because he was in the middle of a roundhouse swing the monster was thrown off balance. He staggered forward straight into the arms of the pegacorn mare. Grabbing both wrists, she used her multiplied strength to force them behind his back. She stretched up and kissed Iverson full on the lips.

The roar of anger died suddenly in his throat, replaced by confusion and a certain, indefinable sense of excitement, anticipation or both. The pony quickly used her prehensile lips to massage and manipulate Iverson's. Her tongue lightly danced across his mouth, fluttering delicately like a butterfly. It wasn't long before the mutated scientist responded and their tongues began dancing together. He broke her grip on his wrists and wrapped them around her. Pinning the pony's arms, but not her wings. He pulled her in close and hungrily returned the kiss.

Cyanide, busy with hustling tourists out through the tunnel path turned, curious as to why so many of them had stopped their headlong flight and were taking pictures. When he saw the giant pony kissing Iverson he literally skidded to a stop, tripped on the edge of the path and tumbled into the upper branches of a tree a dozen feet down the cliff-face. He pulled himself free amidst the flash and click of tourist cameras.

"Aw man! That just isn't right!" Reaching up he activated his commlink. "Hey Professor! That show you've got going on down there is slowing up the evacuation. You got any privacy screens you could throw up or something?"

"I can take care of that," replied Cymbalaria. She gestured and the force field reappeared again, this time as a much larger, opaque dome.

There was an audible groan of disappointment from the crowd. The rangers began herding them through the access tunnel once more. "Much better," Cyanide reported. "I was starting to get jealous."

Inside the dome the pegacorn lifted both her legs and wrapped them around the giant Neanderthal. Her sex, moistened with excitement, brushed tantalizingly up and down against his manhood. She began gently flapping her wings in long, slow sweeps, stirring up the air. The scent she released wormed its way into his primitive brain. His nostrils flared and he grunted loudly with pleasure. He began stiffening in response.

Using her tail, the giant mare whipped it softly, caressingly between his thighs, brushing its silkiness back and forth along the inside of each and against his testicles.

The long sultry kisses were also having an effect on the giant pony. She could feel the intense warmth radiating from Iverson's body. It soaked into her fur causing her to sigh. He held her like a child cuddling its favorite stuffed animal. Her breasts brushed against his pecks, causing her nipples to stiffen. The fact he had her arms pinned worked in the pegacorn's favor. Cassia was very much into bondage and the sensation of being trapped and helpless stirred the embers within her even higher.

She moaned with pleasure and the sound reverberated off the sides of the crater. Using her legs, the pegacorn mare adjusted her position enough for the now erect Iverson to brush against the folds of her mound, exciting and stimulating them both. Dropping to his knees, the giant Neanderthal roughly lowered the pony onto her back, then released her arms, moving his hands up to hold her firmly against the ground at her shoulders. With a guttural groan he pushed himself into the thoroughly soaked mare.

The giantess whimpered, then gasped as nearly three and a half feet of thick cock pushed its way deeply into her. Adjusting her legs, she pulled Iverson as deeply as possible into her, helping his thrusts by working both her hips and legs. She could feel the tension rising within her, demanding release even as his grunts and groans became more and more intense.

The giant pounded into her, again and again. The ground in the immediate vicinity began to shake as if something huge were treading on it. A nearby pond rippled, back and forth in perfect synchronization to the sounds of pleasure escaping from the two figures. Faster and faster they moved, cracking the foundation of the tourist center and toppling several nearby trees.

Cyanide, having finished with the civilian evacuation, dashed in and skidded to a halt next to the Professor. "There's no chance they might, you know, bring the volcano back to life... is there?"

"Nonsense," he replied. "The volcano's been inactive for over a hundred and fifty thousand years. Though I will admit, it sounds like they're giving it a good try." Cyanide gave the Professor a slightly disgusted look.

The pegacorn mare suddenly screamed in rapture as wave upon wave of ecstasy washed across her. Her passage tightened milking Iverson for all she was worth. Unable to stop himself, the giant roared as he exploded within her, sending gallons of seed deep into her womb and spilling back out onto the grass.

The cries of pleasure echoed across half of Honolulu. On the brink of victory himself, Panzer Beorn paused for an instant at the sudden and unexpected sounds of lovemaking that rattled his command car.

"Vas is Loss?"

The instant of hesitation proved fatal. The members of Indelible Inc. triple teamed him, severing the command and control links to his battle behemoths. Without orders, the machines ground to a stop and toppled over. One landed on the command car, trapping him and making it easy for the police to take him into custody.

Exhausted... Iverson abruptly closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. The giant pony heaved a long, satisfied sigh, then rolled the giant Neanderthal onto his back and slid off him. "Okay guys!" she called, "it's all clear. Grabbing several fronds from a nearby tree she quickly cleaned herself off. Cymbalaria removed the force field and they all watched as the giant slowly shrank down into the now passive form of Doctor Iverson.

A week passed and things returned to relative normality around the pony's home. The only one with any complaints at Saturday morning breakfast was Cinnamon.

"Frackin' newspapers! Every morning I wake up hoping to find something about our battle in Hawaii... and every morning it's the same old nothing. It's all Indelible Inc. this and Indelible Inc. that. You'd think someone would have noticed we were even there!

"Quit complaining," said Cassia. "It's not important that the world knows we were there... It's only important that we helped save the day."

"Yeah," agreed Clover. "It's like the Professor says... Self-esteem is much more satisfying than ego!"

"Yeah... Whatever!"

A moment later the door to the dining room swung open and Cymbalaria entered, holding something behind her back. "Say girls... I just got back from the connivance store where I was getting some extra milk and eggs. Guess what. You guys made the cover of a national magazine."

"We did?"

"When?"

"Which one?" asked Cinnamon. "Time? Newsweek? People..."

The android answered by tossing the periodical on the table. The front cover had a picture of the giant, pegacorn mare as she sat on the ground, cross-legged, waiting for the Professor's potion to wear off. The pose was quite fetching and left her exposed for all to see. Three sets of eyebrows raised simultaneously as they read the title.

"PLAYBOY?"

"But who could have taken that picture?"

As if by magic Cyanide chose that moment to stroll into the dining room. When he saw the magazine sitting on the table he did an immediate about-face and retreated from view.

The ponies all looked at each other, then back towards the now empty doorway. "GET HIM!"

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AND SO THE DAY WAS SAVED ONCE AGAIN... THANKS TO THE POWERPUFF PONIES!