Fan Fiction ❯ Powerpuff Maximum EX. ❯ Chapter 2

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

From Buttercup - who had a major fight with Blossom and left about a year ago - to Blossom - who is currently in her room silently crying herself to sleep - to the final Powerpuff of the group, Bubbles - who has many issues being bottled up within herself after watching her own father figure die before her- they all had something in common.

Two of the remaining "good" Powerpuffs were placed in a special home when the Professor had been placed into a coma from the black Mafia assault. The two girls were left with no guardian or a parental figure as a state law says "those of abilities and/or skills above normal human beings is allowed to be emancipated," that translates into that any superhero/heroine that is below the age of 16 is allowed to live without a guardian. It's a stupid law that came about when a few of those super babies won a few court battles.

On one hand the two Utoniums were lucky that they had a father figure that, while slightly empty minded, manage to prepare just in case a situation arise where they would need a steady flow of income when A). he is incapable of providing and/or B). there is no one else to help.

There was a bank account which is connected with a patent office that held many of the professor's inventions that were under a time-release contract.

On the other hand while this is fine and nice Blossom still worries about her and her sisters, Bubbles and Buttercup. One was slipping away from reality and the other was breaking the laws that they, as sisters, swore to uphold and protect when they were little.



Blossom laid on her bed staring out the window out beyond the tall skyscrapers and bright lights of the twilight to the large moon that hung there like a mirror. She often spend nights like this awake, laying in bed ether crying, thinking, angsting about her situation and whether or not just to end it all.

But she would push it all away, too many depended on her; from the civilians of Townsville to her close personal friends and, finally, her sisters.

She worried about Buttercup, the fiery puff went to a life of crime after the black Mafia assault. They fought about lifestyle, at the time Blossom thought it would been a good idea to be one their own as it was allowed by law (at this time she was very upset as everyone was ether hurt, maimed or killed and she couldn't quite think straight) while Buttercup wanted to take up the offer to live with one Barbara Fatal, who was being forced to take care of a few foster children as a part of a new crime program.

Blossom would have laughed, her sister was living by herself after she didn't want to be alone.

Being alone, she thought as she sat up, is that what she was afraid of?



Bubbles lay there in her own bed, her latest sketch of someone very special to her. This was like the other few hundred that was hidden in her trunk, which was in the corner of her room.

It has been nearly two years since the incident with Princess had happen, an incident that lead to her obsession. An obsession she kept from the world, only she and Princess knew about it.

And at the moment she was complementing doing it again.

Her body shiver at the thought, the way Princess screamed and writhed under grasp. The taste of her body, the lovely juice landing on her tongue.

It made her panties wet with the memory.

And maybe soon, there will be a repeat performance.

She smiled as her slender fingers slowly travel up her mid-section, her tongue traced her teeth as her forefinger and thumb pinch a nipple. Her other hand went down to her waist band and lifted them up to show her panties were soaked while dreaming of her teeth sinking into Princess' flesh.

She can't wait until that time again.