Broke

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Revised 10/27/2016

•Ages, spelling, and coherency.

Rated M - Language, references, dialogue.

Summary: A story based on the lost innocence of our favorite leader, Blossom, and the lust of the Rowdyruff, Brick. Second in PPG Series.


Tonight's the night. We're going to kick off the biggest Townsville destruction celebration party, and strike our best plan in the morning. We've been planning this for years. Fuzzy, HIM, Mojo—all the villains you can think of that Townsville has encountered. Mojo's been preparing for this day ever since he created us.

He suffered a few defeats on our part but he's finally got a trio of fully matured boys he's proud to call his creations. Butch has become a criminal tank, he's grown into one of the strongest guys I know. And Boomer's become the dumbest. Nah, I'm just playing. I have to give him credit somehow, like... He's good in... No, he kind of sucks at that...

I'll think of something he's good at. Right after I make an important phone call.

The dial rang, and I heard a man speak on the other line, "Yeah, I'm looking for the hook up, I heard it's called the Everything Nice Deal?"

It was my plan to hire a couple of strippers for the party tonight. We also have some needs that need to be taken care of, so why not do it before the big break? Mojo's been having us training daily to defeat the Powderpuff Girls, I'm begging for some fun.

A couple of half naked (soon to be naked) girls can't make any party lame. Add a whole cooler of beers, and you've got the best party anyone can throw.

"Only for VIP! Are you kidding me? I don't give a shit if I'm important to you or not, do you know who I am?" That's usually all I have to say for someone to give me what I want, but with the response this guy had, I was going to have to try harder, "I'm Brick, the fucking leader of the Rowdyruff Boys, and if I have to ask one more time for this package, I'm not going to ask alone,"

I surely had him this time, there's no—what did he say to me? Did he just say "no", again? "Alright, I'm going to track you down, punch your face into the ground, and make you wish you never rejected me,"

"Hey, what's going on? Why you yellin'?"

I flipped the phone over to turn to see Butch, just the guy I was going to look for, "Just got a guy I need to pummel to the ground, make him regret crossing me."

Boomer came into the room, punching his fist into his hand. Boy, did he look stupid, "You need help? 'Cause I can help, I'll help real good!"

"Nah, I think just two of us will do," Did I say I was going to figure out what it was that Boomer was good at? Oh, yeah! Nothing.

"Ah, come on! That's three times in a row that you and Butch have gone out without me."

I was about to give him a million reasons why, but Butch beat me to it, "'Cause you're a pussy! You barely make anyone suffer, and this a job for handin' out no mercy."

"What he said." I cracked my head up, letting Butch know the crime starts now. We flew out, leaving behind Boomer, and he stopped trying to catch up to us when we kicked in an extra boost to leave him in the dust. He's getting free strippers tonight, what more does he want from me? Brotherly love? I can barely tolerate Butch sometimes.

"That's the place," I pointed below us to a shabby mobile home, with Butch following closely behind as we descended.

By banging my fist on the door, I was holding myself back from letting my colors show and give this man one last chance, "Open it up before I bury your head into the ground!"

Butch scoffed beside me, "Enough with the bluffin', let's just show this guy that you get what you want!"

Growling back to him, "Shut up, I'm the oldest here, so I make the choices!" he took a step back.

Instantly after, the door opened, and in came a doctor fitted man standing before me. I reached out quickly for the shirt under his white coat, pulling him towards me.

I felt the saliva build on my teeth as I spat, "Look here, doc, I don't want to have to ruin this great business you got going on here-"

He spoke calmly, "Ok," and finally looked up to me, making the eye contact intense. This man was making me feel some kind of confusion, I could crack him in two, but it didn't seem to bother him. He didn't even tremble or flinch.

Under my gaze? No shaking, no begging for mercy?

Something was off, and I should have beat him to a pulp right then and there. It would have saved me from what I wasn't prepared for.

"Ok, what?" But I didn't let it take me a step back.

"You'll get the package for free,"

Butch spat in, "That's what we like to hear!"

"Can it!" I came back to look at the old man before pushing him out of my grasp, pointing a finger down to his smaller figure, "Jojo Corp, that's where I want them to be—tonight. I better not be disappointed or you'll end up dead."

"Don't you worry, my girls come with a satisfaction guarantee,"

"I'll see about that," I motioned to Butch, "Let's get out of here! We got a party to get ready for!"

I put my feet up on the couch as I watched my brothers set up the party, but they bored me to death. So I picked up a magazine with a racy woman on the front cover. Boomer kept shooting me looks—looks that were asking for me to beat his head in, and Butch kept eating the chips as he dumped them onto the platter. I do enough for them, the least they can do for me is everything else. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't have came the closest to defeating the Powerpuff Girls. I'm the one who called for Ballistic Barrage, while they were fooling around throwing sissy punches.

Mojo entered the room, and I could feel his eyes roll as he spoke to me, "You lazy bum, do you think the Powerpuff Girls are going to just kill themselves?"

"Nope, and if they did, you'd look ten years younger," I dropped my feet off the table and threw the magazine I was reading.

"And what, just what are you boys doing?" Mojo walked over to the decorations put up, "This isn't a party! This is a meeting, and a very important one!"

"Jeez, calm down, don't go bananas!" Butch and Boomer held in the laughs, knowing that the joke I made always got under Mojo's fur.

"Why you! It's getting later and later, and you haven't even started any plotting against those wretched girls! They're already planning on moving away from here, and I still haven't caused one ounce of defeat against them besides you good for nothing boys!"

I clicked my tongue, "Mojo, we're working on it. You think I'm going to let that pink bitch go off and follow her dreams? She's not following anything, she's going to be begging by the time I'm done with her,"

"Yeah," Boomer came forward, "And that blue princess is going to wish she never pretended to be me like twenty years ago!"

Mojo didn't even turn to acknowledge Boomer's enthusiasm, his eyes remained closed longer than usual and it seemed he was telling himself to keep in whatever was scratching to get out. Butch merely spat that Boomer was an idiot, his usual insults. Me? I just left the room. I was excited for the girls to come. I need some stress relief.

I knew Mojo was counting on me. If anything, that monkey couldn't harm a hair on those cunts. But he knew we could. Especially me. He had been training me daily. More than what he trained Butch and Boomer. I am special—I am smart. A characteristic my brothers fell short on. I was able to learn from my mistakes and avoid repeating them.

I wasn't going to let my guard down this time. They weren't going to surprise me, they weren't going to get passed me. I hadn't come face to face with them since I was a kid, we laid low after they threw us in jail for five years. We broke out after a couple of hours. We're still considered escapees, but Townsville stopped putting the Powderpuff Girls to look for us after too many monsters kept raiding the city more often. We weren't a priority anymore.

Mojo sought this as an opportunity for ultimate revenge. He decided to make us stronger, and reveal our progress when he thought us to be ready. I'm ready now, more than I ever thought I'd be when the day came.

I heard someone open the door to join me outside, "Brick, Mojo isn't happy about the eye candy that just walked in. He says you've got some explaining to do before you can do what you want in his laboratory." Butch chuckled.

I was too much into my own thoughts to think of looking forward to listening to that sexually frustrated primate. I merely scoffed at the order, until Butch continued, "You know, there's only one girl."

I banged my fist against the stone wall, "What! That son of a bitch thinks he can screw me over with one fucking whore!"

"And she came with a note." He left it on the surface of the stone wall, because Butch knew me enough to know I'd tear it up if he handed to me.

He left quickly after, and I had a feeling it was because he wanted first dibs. I waited a couple of seconds to calm down before I opened the note.

'To the leader of the Rowdyruff Boys

You're satisfaction is the least of my concerns. You're whining demeanor when referring to your business is the epitome of what customers to avoid association with. You may be the most feared escapee ever from Townsville Prison Penitentiary, but you are merely an ant running clear of the rain when it comes to what I am capable of. I'm warning you, Rowdyruff—shall anyone else have this woman, you'll find yourself stepping into my storm, and I'll see fit you never find shelter.

P'

Out of my whole twenty-five years of existence, I'd never once got closer than a deadly kiss to the cheek. I'd been introduced to a world I hadn't known of in my one day in prison. The men were scared of me, knowing well my capabilities.

So they made every effort to get along with me. They gave me the best bunk, the first dibs in the cafeteria—and I was only thirteen! And I knew from the beginning that I was no romantic. I'm not one to look for a girl to keep. I want a whole isle of girls to screw, and have no strings attached. If this was the best place known to all the prisoners, then fuck it, I was going to do all I could for it. I wanted the best tramps I could get who knew how to make me feel good.

Boomer's whining voice came about from behind me, "Dude! This isn't fair!"

I didn't need this dumb shit whining to me right now, "What are you bitching about now?"

"Butch keeps pushing me away from the pair of legs when I try to touch her, saying you two get first lay because you're the only ones that got her for the night!"

"Shut that hole in your mouth," I tore up the note and I made sure to push my wussy excuse for a brother out of my way, "You want some advice on being more like me? Don't take orders from anyone but me, especially orders from a pussy like yourself. Should have enjoyed the freedom you had because now, you really can't get her."

I left him behind me to allow my words of wisdom to soak in. If there was any sort of liability in the plans we had tomorrow, it would be Boomer. Go figure. Besides, he was the only one to ever be captured by the Powerpuff's.

Don't think I don't regret being fooled into thinking the bimbo was my brother. She wouldn't have had me so easily if they both weren't sissies over anything and everything.

I came into the view of the tramp, with Butch caressing her skin while she made no reaction. I never thought a whore would be loyal. Money talks. Reputation shouts. If I knew I had the rep, I'd have abused it sooner.

"Follow me," I ordered her, Butch following after her, making me put a finger to his figure, "You aren't welcomed. You interrupt me and you're dead."

"What? But I helped you get the chick!"

"Helped. Hence forth, you don't get the entire package. You wanna whine? Go outside with Boomer, you two sissies can bond like real brothers."

"Oh yeah? Well fuck you, too! You—"

I shut the door after my dinner for the night. I looked her up and down, and boy did I feel as if I'd been given the first-class treat. Her body hadn't been soaked in enough to appreciate all the right curves, crevices, and slenderness she held.

"I didn't think your pimp would get it down to the T." She turned to face me, and that's when I realized I couldn't see her face. She had a veil over it, and a heavy concealment came with it.

I'd remembered about the prisoners warnings: never remove the veil, or you'd be the one looking to hide. I didn't know from what or from whom, but I had respect. I knew very well about respect. The man kept his word. He gave me what I wanted. So I wasn't going to disrespect the man and go against his rules. I'd play by his game all he wanted if he'd provide me with every slut he had.

I reached for her back, almost naturally my fingers moving up and down the line leading to her ass. Her hair was long, in intimate waves, and a color that highlighted in the dark night. I hadn't bothered to turn on a light. I wasn't sure if this tramp would ruin things if she knew who I was.

I thought about it more. Had she known who I was, she'd have turned around once she arrived at Mojo's laboratory. There was no doubt she didn't know who I was. But boy was I enjoying the way her skin met the moonlight, and I wasn't going to keep it away by turning on a light.

I moved my free hand to her abdomen, pulling her closer to me, yet keeping distance. I felt her hand touch mine, making a yearning trail to her tits. The thought was inviting enough, and I took one into my hand, only to find my hand struggling to grip the entire whole of its softness.

Her body, her skin, her hair. What about her voice?

She leaned into my chest, the bare sides of her ass rubbed against my pants in just the perfect spot.

"What's your name?"

I don't know if having a favorite tramp was possible. What the fuck am I saying? She's the first tramp. I didn't want to just fuck her tonight.

Before she answered, I spoke, "Don't answer that. I won't care after tonight."

With that, I endulged myself with every inch she had to offer.