Hello and welcome back! Sorry for going AWOL for a while there, life finally caught up to me, the scoundrel. Thank you for reading, and an extra special thank you to my reviewers! You're going to make me cry! I'm so glad you enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing this. This chapter is for you :) Some sexual content in here, because we need more of that in our lives sometimes. I own nothing but the story. Pay your respects to the original owners.

~Light comes, we're back against the wall
Time won
We're held in chains at dawn
But we survive
The streets are waiting in the dark~
"Generation Wild" -Crashdïet


There was something fishy going on with her sisters, Buttercup knew. Bubbles, for the most part had been her usual peppy self, but these days she'd taken it to 11. Singing songs, prancing around the house, picking flowers, the whole nine. Something really good must have happened for her to have transcended into a fairy tale princess like that. "You'll find out soon enough!" Was all she said whenever asked.

And as for Blossom, well... Buttercup wasn't sure.

The day she had come home late from the beach, she immediately darted into the bathroom for a shower. The door was locked as her two sisters cautiously knocked, trying to find out what had happened. This set off all sorts of warning bells in Buttercup's head. Blossom never locked the door. Her theory was that crime doesn't wait for Powerpuff Girls to take showers, and she needed to be ready whenever. It just wasn't like Blossom to ignore her own rule.

She had come out with pink skin, flushed with blood as though she had scrubbed until it was raw. Not a word was said as Blossom floated to her room and shut the door.

Buttercup had banged and shouted for her to explain herself, but the door had remained firmly shut. Grumbling, she had retreated.

Bubbles had a different approach. She had knocked quietly, asked politely, and even bribed her with still-hot food for Blossom to eat. And of course, it had worked. The redhead had opened the door and Bubbles sent a look towards the sulking Buttercup. I'll tell you everything later.

Afterward, Bubbles had explained that Blossom had simply met up with an old friend and had lost track of time. But Buttercup was the queen of sniffing out a lie, and she could tell that Blossom wasn't telling them the full truth. Buttercup trusted her sisters, so she let it go.

That time.

Then it happened again. And again.

Blossom was spending more and more time away from the house and she dodged every question asked to her. "Oh, just going to the library." The library was closed at that time of day. "Just went for a walk in the park." It was pouring rain and Blossom didn't have a drop on her. And she didn't bring an umbrella.

Then there were the physical changes.

All three sisters were beautiful in their own unique way. But Blossom had somehow morphed into a goddess. She had this glow about her that clung to her frame as she moved. Her soft curves had suddenly become that much more prominent. And a sly smile that hinted at mischief and secrets almost always graced her lips these days.

What the actual fuck.

Buttercup had had enough of keeping secrets. First Bubbles with her happy-go-lucky demeanor that no one could decipher, and now Blossom with her furtive habits. They were sisters for goodness' sake! They didn't keep secrets from each other! What happened to the days where they were joined at the hip, fighting crime before bedtime?

We grew up. Can't be a kid forever.

That still didn't justify their behavior. In short, it hurt that they didn't trust Buttercup enough to share their private lives with her. So she decided to have a few secrets of her own.

Her friends had talked about an upcoming metal show in a club downtown a few days from now. Loud music, leather, sweat, maybe some alcohol. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to unleash for a while. All she had to do was wait.


"Alright, read 'em and weep." Buttercup threw her hand of a straight flush onto the table. "And with that, I'm going to bed."

The Utonium family was playing cards after having dinner. The Professor would insist on family game night in his desperate attempts to keep the girls together as long as he could. Denial was the first stage of grief after all.

"What! That's so unfair, the game is over now, you won!" Blossom sulked grumpily. Despite her new odd behavior, the leader still hated to lose. Bubbles, ever the mediator, put a reassuring hand on her sister's shoulder.

Buttercup stretched and sent a wink towards her family. "What can I say, when you've got it, you've got it." She gave Bubbles a one armed hug and ruffled Blossom's neat hair into a tizzy. "Night guys, sleep well."

She turned and began to float up towards the stairs. She was almost halfway when the Professor called out to her. "Buttercup! Hold on."

Rolling her eyes, Buttercup retreated back down and crossed her arms. "Yes, Professor?" She looked up at her father.

Professor Utonium studied his surly daughter. Despite her tomboyish attitude, she was still a knockout. Her inky black hair spilled out from her head in waves. It was longer now than when she was younger, but it still kept the same wild imperfection that separated Buttercup from the rest. Green eyes like fresh limes peered up at him from under dark eyelashes. Her pouty lips were turned into a frown, but not a scowl. The Professor felt his breath catch and tears pricked at his eyes. My baby.

Holding back tears, the Professor pulled out a crisp, new bill and pushed it into her hands. "You won the ante after all, to the victor go the spoils." He sniffed.

Buttercup was stunned as she studied the large bill. "Professor, I can't accept this, it's just a family game-"

The Professor held up his hand and interrupted her. "Nonsense, it's important to be smart with money, and now is as good a time as ever to start." He kissed her forehead. "Goodnight sweetie. I love you."

Buttercup mumbled out a reply and began her journey upstairs once again. This was a lot of money he had given her! And from a card game no less. It wasn't very often that Buttercup was at a loss for words, but she couldn't even think as she entered her room and shut the door.

"Wow, thanks Professor." She clutched the bill in her hand and suddenly came to her senses. The concert was in a few hours, she needed to get ready! She left the bill on her dresser and began to undress.

Keeping the lights off to avoid suspicion, Buttercup stripped and dressed in the dark. She had decided on a ripped tank from one of her favorite bands along with a pair of skintight motorcycle jeans that clung to her cursed curves. Buttercup frowned as she jumped around trying to slide into the denim. She hated being a girl sometimes, guys could just slip in and out, no problem. But chicks had to dance around and squeeze their ass into pants every other day. Life was so unfair.

Finally dressed, Buttercup slipped into her dark bathroom and picked out a few items of makeup she wanted to wear. Let's see, lots of dark eyeshadow, this isn't a fucking opera I'm going to...and lots of mascara but no blush, I like looking dead sometimes. Swiping on a smidge of red lipstick to keep things interesting, Buttercup yanked a brush through her unruly snarls before calling it. She was ready.

Looking around the dark room, she listened to sounds of her sisters in various stages of getting ready for bed themselves. Both Blossom and Bubbles were out like lights the second their head hit the pillow, but the Professor could be an insomniac at times. She prayed that today was one of the nights where sleep would come to him.

Buttercup opened the window to her room letting fresh, cool night air into the house. The moon was out and lit the streets in an ethereal silver light. A patch of moonlight illuminated the now crumpled money her father had given to her, and Buttercup hesitated. Guess I might as well. She snatched the paper and stuffed it into her back pocket before zooming out into the night sky.


Buttercup arrived a few blocks from where the concert was taking place to avoid being seen flying. She hoped she wasn't too recognizable without her two sisters around. The line was around the corner, and Buttercup could see various metalheads anxiously waiting for the doors to open and the show to begin.

The ravenette took her place in the line and tapped her foot impatiently. It was a little chilly out and she hadn't thought to bring a jacket. It'll be warmer inside, for sure. Besides, she didn't want to lose it in the mosh pit.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is!" Buttercup's head snapped up at the comment. She recognized that obnoxious voice.

Ace Copular of the Gangreen Gang stood in front of her. His black sunglasses glinted madly in the moonlight. "What's a lil' girly like yous doin' out 'ere this time of night, eh?" His nasally voice grated on Buttercup's nerves. "Yous 'ere to see the show?"

She crossed her arms. "None of your damn business. Now piss off!" Buttercup was beginning to regret her decision.

Ace raised his hands in defense. "Alright, alright! I come in peace! I can enjoy some good music too, can't I?"

Buttercup ignored him.

The sickly green fellow frowned. He didn't like to be ignored. "Hey. Hey!" He snapped his fingers in front of her. "I'm talkin' to yous!"

But just then, a large cheer and applause sounded throughout the line. The doors were opening.

Ace turned around, then looked back at the Powerpuff Girl. "Whatever, just don't get hurt in there, kay?"

The line of people began to move, and Buttercup's heart started to beat loudly and she felt a smile creep onto her face, despite herself. All sense of doubt had left her as she passed through the dark entryway into the chaos.


In all her life, Buttercup had felt like she belonged. She loved her family, loved what she did and all that. But this. This place and these people she felt more connected to than anyone. And they were complete strangers she may never see again.

The loud music pumped into her ears and Buttercup knew they would be ringing for the next week. But she didn't care. Sweaty bodies pushed and threw her all around, but she pushed right back. No one could tell her what to do.

After a long interval of heavy moshing, Buttercup made for the bar. She needed some fuel to help burn this fire. "Vodka sour, on the rocks!" She all but shouted at the bartender. Hopefully he wouldn't card me or anything.

The man looked her up and down before pouring her drink and sliding it over. Buttercup made to hand off the bill the Professor had given her but the bartender held up his hand. "This one's on the house, doll." He winked at her before she smiled and downed the poison.

It burned a little, but in the best way. Buttercup set the glass back down before taking an ice cube in her mouth and turning back to the concert. Heavy metal was so underrated.

Buttercup twisted and played with the melting ice in her mouth as she rejoined the headbangers. She closed her eyes to feel the pulse of the music. Lost, she felt hopelessly lost.

Until she bumped into a hard back and her eyes snapped open.

Crunching down on the ice she turned to see who she had bumped into and her eyes widened. "'Sup babe. How you doin'?"

And just like that. Her night was ruined. Kind of.

Butch of the Rowdyruff Boys stood in front of her looking like he just walked out of Rebel Without a Cause. His dark hair was messy and long, his foresty eyes glittered as they took in her body. His black t shirt clung to his body, sticky with sweat. And Buttercup would be damned if she ever admit it, but he smelled really good. She was always a sucker for good-smelling things.

"Butch. Enjoying the show?" She had no reason to be rude with him. Yet. She crossed her arms over her breasts, hiding them from his hungry eyes.

"I am now!" He bounced his eyebrows at her before she gave him a solid punch to the arm. "Ow! That actually fucking hurt!"

"Pig!" Was all she said before beginning to weave between the bodies once again. Even though they had reached some kind of understanding, she wasn't made to be ogled at like a prime rib.

Trying to brush off the encounter, Buttercup tried to lose herself in the music once again. But a pair of eyes all too familiar to her were still there every time she blinked. "God fucking dammit!" She muttered under her breath.

"Spicy! Just how I like 'em." His voice whispered in her ears and scared her half to death.

She jumped. "Don't sneak up on people like that! Especially ones with laser beams coming out of their eyes!" Buttercup whirled around to glare at her counterpart. "What do you want Butch, I'm not here as a Powerpuff Girl."

Butch shrugged his shoulders. "And I'm not here as a Rowdyruff Boy! Just a fan of good music..." he trailed off, his eyes raking over her once again. "...and sexy ladies."

Buttercup snarled and readied another punch before he grabbed her arm and pulled her after him. "But the show's almost over girl, however the afterparty has just begun."

"What the fuck-hey!" Buttercup protested as he dragged her through the crowd and out the door of the show she had so looked forward to. "Butch! Where in the hell are we going?"

But he didn't stop pulling her along with him.


After a while, Butch released her hand and Buttercup had somehow willingly followed after him. His long strides covered a lot of distance, so Buttercup almost had to jog to keep up. "Can you slow down? We're not all giraffes y'know." She shoved her hands into her pockets.

Butch heard the insult, but slowed his pace to better match hers. "Not much farther Butterbabe." He smirked and looked at the expression on her face.

"Do not EVER call me that again, you animal." Buttercup glared at him as she felt heat rise up in her cheeks.

Suddenly, he stopped walking. "We're here."

Buttercup looked around. "Uh, and where exactly is here?" She asked, unimpressed.

"Mojo's old hideout."

"Oh." So they were. The volcano Mojo had for years called home stood in front of them, but by now it was covered in vines and foliage from years of neglect.

"Yup, old bastard let this place turn into a dump. Come on, let's check it out." Butch flew into the air.

"The words, "dump" and "let's check it out" don't really belong together, dumbass." Despite her insult, Buttercup followed suit. "Why are we here anyway?"

"I go here sometimes to think." Butch said thoughtfully. They touched down on a porch of sorts.

Buttercup burst into laughter. "You? Think?" Buttercup laughed but quieted at his expression. "Oh, wait, you're serious?"

Butch sent her a glare. "I'm not as mindless as you think I am." Then he smirked. "I really am the total package, aren't I? Good looks, strength, and smarts."

She shoved him. "In your dreams, boy." Buttercup took a seat and shook her head. Her ears were still stuffy from the music. She looked up to see Townsville in all its glory twinkling in the night. It was beautiful. Quiet. The city she had worked so hard to protect, sleeping.

He sat down beside her and put his head on her shoulder. "I'm glad I get to share this with you." His breath tickled her collar and sent heat shooting through her body. Whoa, dial it back there.

She shivered. "Yeah. Thanks." She began to feel uncomfortable around him again.

Butch removed his head from her shoulder. "Are you cold? I felt you shudder."

"No, it's fi-Whoa!" He threw his arms around Buttercup and brought her into his embrace. His scent overwhelmed her and she took a deep breath. She could hear his heart beating. It was steady, like a drum. The sound calmed her nerves a bit, and she allowed herself to relax the tiniest bit. This was...nice.

A moment passed as the two sat together. Buttercup could feel Butch breathing, and the movement lulled her to close her eyes. She had never felt quite so safe before, even wrapped in the arms of her sisters. Here she felt like nothing could touch her. It was just her, and Butch. She could feel herself drifting off.

A noise roused her from the clutches of sleep. She stirred, but made no sound. The noise roused her again, and Buttercup recognized her name. Her eyes snapped open.

"Hey, look at me." Buttercup sat up and looked into the twin emeralds shining before her. They were pulling her in, and for once in her life Buttercup didn't want to fight back.

"Buttercup..." his name fell from his lips before they connected with her own.

It was the lightest touch ever, but both Greens knew they didn't do anything lightly.

After pulling away the two collided together with a ferocious voracity. It was like there was an insatiable hunger that was suddenly unlocked in her and it came flooding out with a vengeance. Their lips moved together like puzzle pieces, where every fit was the correct one. She was drowning in him, couldn't get enough.

His hands found her waist and slipped under, her shirt feeling the smooth curves and hard muscles rippling beneath her skin. She moaned in her throat before breaking off from him to remove her tank. She was gasping for air before she flung herself at him, knocking them over onto the ledge they sat upon.

"Holy shit." Butch murmured out as he felt his cock begin to harden. He had dreams of this day for ages, but nothing could ever compare to the real Buttercup as she all but ripped off his t shirt to expose his chest to the night air. A few tattoos littered his skin, and Buttercup's eyes widened as she felt liquid rush to her core.

They resumed their furious kisses like animals. Neither one refusing to let go of the other. It was primal, carnal. And just the way they did things.

Butch released Buttercup's mouth and latched onto her neck, stinging her skin with bites and kisses. She gasped and dug her hands into his black hair, the softness surprising her somewhat. Her legs clenched and she raked her nails on his skin, sharp enough to draw blood on a regular human.

But we're not made of paper like them. We're diamonds.

"Please." Buttercup gasped out as his mouth found her breasts. Despite all the exercise she put herself through, Buttercup still had the telltale signs of a woman. Glorious breasts with hard pectoral muscles beneath graced Butch's senses, and his tongue traced the tan lines on her skin. "Butch." She twisted her legs around his waist, sitting down on his erection straining against his pants.

Butch groaned at the contact. He began to tug off the rest of his clothing, his erection finally free, before moving to help her with hers. Her pants came off like a second skin, revealing the long, athletic legs of the Powerpuff Girl. His hands cupped her tight ass before tugging off her black underwear. Her glistening pussy was bared to him, and Butch's mouth went dry at the thought of what it would feel like.

Butch stood the two up before pressing her against the vine-covered wall of Mojo's old home. "Come for me Butterbabe."

Buttercup didn't even had time to react to his nickname before he slid into her slippery folds, making her breath catch in her throat. She had never felt like this before. So full, so connected, so complete.

The Rowdyruff Boy began to pound into her against the wall. Under normal circumstances, Buttercup could have sworn she felt the metal begin to dent, but she was too focused on how good Butch was making her feel. She wound her legs around his torso once again before holding on for dear life as they fucked against the building.

"Faster, goddamn it go faster!" She tugged on his hair and Butch upped their pace. In, and out became inoutinout. Their bodies slammed together that would have broken bones on the normies. Butch moaned at the feel of her, she was tight like a vice made of heaven, and all too soon he could feel a climax building up within his body.

Buttercup's nails dug into Butch's shoulders and she cried out as her own release came flooding out, her juices dripping onto his shaft within her. "Oh my God."

After that, Butch was helpless to warn her and he came within her, shooting hot sticky semen deep within her womb. Didn't the professor say we couldn't get pregnant? Or something?

Yet Buttercup didn't care. Or in that moment she didn't.

Gasping and panting, the two finally came back down and Butch gently set her on her feet.

"Holy fuck." Buttercup panted out. She crouched down, not quite trusting her legs yet, and she felt hot liquid ooze out of her pussy. "Creampie for my first time, eh?" Buttercup gave a shaky laugh as she gathered up her clothes.

"That was your first time?" That thought made Butch happy, he wasn't sure why. Some primal, dark part of him was satisfied by the fact that no one else in the whole world had experience Buttercup the way he had. "How'd I do?" He gave her a smirk despite himself.

Buttercup threw his shirt at him in reply. "Let's just say the afterparty delivered." Buttercup shot him a smirk of her own as she began to redress.

"Well, alright." Butch pulled on his own clothes and shook out his sweaty, spiky hair. "Are we up for an encore someday?" He had to hope. Had to ask.

"Fuck yeah we are!" Buttercup exclaimed, fluffing out her messy locks. "That was insane, I'd be crazy not to do that again." She looked out into the city. "But for now, I gotta go." She made to take off but Butch caught her hand.

"What, no kiss?" Butch pouted and pursed his lips. All he got was a smack upside the head.

"Nice try lover boy. Your shirt's on backwards." And she zoomed off.


Entering into the house was easy enough, but once she touched down Buttercup knew she was in trouble.

Blossom was waiting for her in her room.

Buttercup felt her blood turn to ice, then fire as the rage she felt at being left out bubbled inside of her. She was about to unload onto the redhead when Blossom opened her arms and drew her sister into a hug. "You too, huh?"