POWERPUFF LOVE

PART 5

by chuckiboo

inspired by the art of extremgirlfan

Powerpuff Girls ©Hanna-Barbera

What was meant to be a pleasant holiday visit back home became an absolute disaster in minutes for Casey Roberts, as his amazonian mother Ann dealt him grueling torment in front of his sisters Emily and Erica, and his girlfriend Blossom, who was now face to face with the maniacal woman in the huge backyard of the Roberts' home in Duganton. The teenage superpowered muscle girl stood still, face full of anger, eyes with hidden rage, waiting for someone to make the first move.

"Mrs. Roberts," she said sternly, "I don't wanna fight you. You're the mother of the man I come to know and love. I wanna know, why did you injure your son in that manner?"

Mrs. Roberts stood there, smirking. "I never did like him, I wanted all girls. When he was born first, I vowed to torment him for life because he wasn't born a girl. Though my husband loves him as the father he is, I don't consider him my child."

Blossom shook his head. "You could've gave him up for adoption. He probably would've had a better home than being around a mother who gave birth to him but never loved him. That's why he was so withdrawn. Even when he met me, I made the first move. And I grew to love him for who he was."

"Are you telling me that you wanna stay with him, after all I did to him?"

Blossom nodded, sure in her heart.

"Well, I guess you'll join him in ICU then," as she started to charge at her, with sharp fingernails out. Taking a defensive stance, the leader of the Powerpuff Girls knew what she had to do; she was given no choice.

Looking over the damage in the family room near the main entrance, Mr. Roberts couldn't help to be mad at his wife of 20 years. Though he loved her, she has, over the years, become obsessed with becoming stronger, and wanted all girls to carry on her personal will. But the birth of their firstborn set her back; therefore, she saw fit to torment him to extremes and drive him mad as punishment for being born the way he is. His mind knew no peace, and it hurt his father to his heart.

"This has gone too far, Ann," he said softly, seething with anger as to why she'd do this to her own flesh and blood. Heading to the back door, he knew what had to be done. But he wasn't alone in this effort.

It had been an hour since they arrived at Duganton Memorial Hospital in the ambulance with their older brother. Sitting in the waiting room, Emily and Erica Roberts sat there, waiting on the prognosis of their loving sibling who was severely disfigured by their maniacal mother. Seigel, Thomas, Bubbles and Buttercup showed up minutes later after the boys were called and informed of the events.

"How's he doing?" asked Thomas.

"Not too good," Erica replied in sadness, "mom punched him so hard, he was knocked out and probably broke his jaw and part of his eye socket..." She then started to cry. "Why did it have to turn out like this...?" sobbing, as Emily comforted her twin.

"All of us love Casey, except mom...why...?"

The two girls wept, not knowing what their brother will be like if he woke up, depending on how the surgery turns out.

"Where's Blossom?" asked Buttercup gruffly.

"She's at the house, facing down our mom, dad's there too."

"Com' on Seigel," she pulled at her man, "we gotta get over there before it gets worse!" The four ran toward the exit, as the twins sat there, waiting on the results of the emergency surgery on their brother.

In the backyard, the two amazons, one young and one older, squared off. Mrs. Roberts charged at Blossom quick, as the girl dodged her assault. Almost running into the fence, she stopped herself, and turned around, meaner than ever.

"Hold still so I can hit you!" growling through clenched teeth, as her body tensed in anger. Blossom had a blank stare on her pretty face.

"How could you, do that to your own son..." She then took a stance. "You give me no choice..." as she rushed at the taller woman, punching her in the gut, making her double over in pain.

"That's for what you did to my Casey..." Then she executed a high kick that sent her rolling backwards on the grass.

"And that's for how you treated him for the past eighteeen years..."

Tears were seen streaming down the muscle girl's cheeks as she released her pent up anger on the woman. Grabbing her by the collar, she proceeded to mindlessly punch her in the face, as Bubbles, Buttercup, Seigel and Thomas arrived just in time. They couldn't believe what they were seeing.

"Blossom!" Buttercup called, "Stop it! It's not worth it!" She continued her rageous assault on her boyfriend's mother, as her sisters tried to reach her by voice.

"Please Blossom!" called Bubbles, "what would Casey think?"

The ringing of his name struck her like a chord, as her eyes shot open. She let go of the collar, with Mrs. Roberts dropping down to the ground, as Blossom dropped to her knees and cried. The girls knelt on each side of the supergirl and comforted her, while Mr. Roberts stood over his wife.

"What's gotten into you, Ann?" he exclaimed harshly. "We love every one of our children fairly, and just because Casey wasn't born the way you wanted him, doesn't mean he's any less of your child as mine. You've become way too selfish. I love you, but the line stops here."

Turning her head to face her husband, the look on her face said it all. "You dare to put your son above me?" saying through clenched teeth, "he deserves torment, just like you!" as she reached for his shirt collar, and pulled him down to her. "In this house, WOMEN are the dominant sex, you mean NOTHING to me now..."

Tightening his collar, she proceeded to choke off his air supply. "I have MY girls, and as for you," balling her fist, "you'll meet the same fate as your son..."

Before she could punch, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist, and lift her off the ground. "Not if...I have...anything...to say...about it..." huffed Blossom as she applied pressure to the woman's torso.

"AHHH!...AAAAHHHHH!" hissing in growing pain, losing the grip on her husand's collar, causing her to drop him to the ground. Seigel and Thomas ran to Mr. Roberts to check on him, as he regained steady breathing. Cracks were soon heard, with Blossom's anger rising again, more fierce than before. Just then, two more people arrived to see an amazing feat taking place.

"Dad!" Thomas said in relief, "glad you got here!"

"Glad I did," Officer Madden said in response angrily, as he and his partner watched at what was happening. "Her maniacal side came out again I see!"

"Even worse," Seigel said, "and this time, Casey paid the ultimate price."

"What?"

"They're doing emergency surgery on his face. A strong possiblity he won't see outta his left eye again."

More popping was heard as Mrs. Roberts's face turned pale; apparently, she was wearing down. Buttercup drew closer to her sister and whispered in her ear.

"That's enough Blossom," she said softly, "if Casey was here, he'd be proud. The police are here now."

Blossom's expression softened as she released her hold on the woman, sitting her down in a heap. Sirens were heard, with medical personnel coming in to restrain her, so she won't hurt anyone again. Watching her wheeled out of the house on a gurney, hands and feet cuffed to the rails, they breathed a sigh of relief that it was finally over. The three sisters stood together, each flanked on either side of their main one, her saddened face with tear-stained eyes.

"Casey..." she whispered, water streaming down her cheeks.

"CASEY!" screaming and sobbing in grief, as the snow started to fall lightly on the small crowd. What will happen now?

Days passed, as the day before Christmas Eve arrived. Blossom was allowed to stay at the Roberts home, with Emily, Erica, and their father. They've been to the hospital every day to see Casey, as he was still unconscious from his surgery. This day, the girls, Thomas and Seigel were at his bedside, just to comfort him and each other. Just then, his head moved around some, as he stirred, awakening from his induced sleep. Due to the left side of his face being bandaged, he opened his right eye, blurry at first, clearing up seconds later, to see three girls on his right side. Turning it again, he looked to his left, to see two other girls and two boys. He reverted to the other again, and recognized them quick.

"Emily...Erica..." saying weakily, "B-Blossom?"

Everyone in the room smiled as their beloved friend and confidant returned to life. More than anyone else, Blossom teared up quickly.

"Casey..." as she hugged him snuggly weeping with heartfelt emotion to see her boyfriend awake again. "I'm so happy to see you awake again!" Weeping onto his shoulder, he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's thick neck and traps, as he felt her love enter him. Comforting, gentle, strong. Blossom pulled back and looked at his half bandaged face. "How do you feel, baby?"

"Still a bit woozy, but better," he replied meekly.

"Well," his father said, "if everything is alright, you might come home tonight. It's Christmas Eve, and to have you home tomorrow will be the best gift we could have."

Emily and Erica got on each side of the bed and embraced their brother with tears in their eyes. "We missed you Casey," said Emily.

"We miss you loads!" added Erica, making sure not to hurt him. Casey sat up in his bed more, and glanced over at Thomas and Seigel.

"Sorry I messed up your vacation," he said in his meek voice.

"Listen," started Thomas, "no one knew this was gonna happen, we're just glad you're alright."

"Same here," added Seigel, "to say that you've been through hell and back is an understatement."

He then looked at his father. "What about mom?"

Mr. Roberts sighed. "Sorry to say, but she's locked up in maximum security at the jail. A court date is being set up for charges of second degree aggravated assault, and you might have to testify against her. And as much as I love her, and you three do too, to make sure this doesn't happen again, I'm filing for a divorce, she's taken us through too much, and not to this extent."

The three siblings nodded, knowing it would come to this, and that her maniacal mind will be bent on revenge.

Just then, the doctor walked in. "Excuse me, but we're ready to remove the bandages," he said as he made his way to Casey's bedside.

All stood back as he slowly unwrapped the multiple bandaged that covered a quarter of his face, revealing a pad over his eye. Taking the pad off revealed multiple stitches that shut his left eyelid, making everyone cringe. Blossom closed her eyes, knowing what caused her man to be in this condition. Then, the doctor pulled out a black patch and placed it on his head, covering his eye. The patch held tight, as she opened her eyes again.

"Just make sure to keep lotion on the edges, so it won't chaff, okay?" Casey nodded. "You're in good enough condition, so I'll ready your discharge papers," he said and smiled as he left the room. Everyone was smiling, knowing that he would be home for Christmas, and this would be memorable.

Christmas Day at the Roberts home. It was a silent night the night before, a stark contrast to what happened a day prior. Though there was a hole in the wall needing repair, the occupants were pretty happy. Emily and Erica received new gym equipment and clothes that their now incarcerated mother had for them, and their father gave Casey a few new outfits to take back with him to college. In the basement, all three girls got a great workout in, and the sight of young muscular bodies kept Casey at attention. He was amazed at how powerful his younger twin sisters have become, and even more what his superhero girlfriend could do with a two ton barbell. Mr. Roberts was upstairs cooking a big Christmas dinner while they were down there. He figured that all of them needed some time to themselves, after all that has happened. Around seven, when they finally emerged from the basement, an entire delectable pallet was laid out: roast turkey, stuffing and gravy, vegetables and bread, and multiple pies filled the table. Confessing that half of it was delivered, it did not matter to them, as they sat down, with Blossom in the place their mother would have been. Giving thanks many times, and digging in, Mr. Roberts thought 'this is a real family.' He smiled as the dishes were passed.

After dinner, Casey and his father were in the kitchen cleaning up. He told the girls that he and his son would clean up, allowing the three to get properly acquainted, after that unexpected ordeal. With a few minutes silence, he broke the ice.

"I'm sorry, son," Mr. Roberts said as he passed the plates to Casey, "I knew your mother had a seething hatred for you, but I didn't realize she would lash out like that." He sighed. "I've been so naïve all these years, and you had to pay this price."

Casey placed the plates in the cabinet one by one. "I'm not sorry for being your son," he said, "I don't feel sorry for anything. Having you, Emily and Erica here made me feel better, but Blossom had been the best thing that ever happened to me. Even with that bout of temporary insanity, she's been there with me, to love me, to help me open up after mom's abusive training. I'm mad at myself for letting it get this bad."

Glancing over to the doorway, Mr. Roberts looked and gave a quick wink, as he returned to the conversation.

"You know, since we're almost finished, why don't you head upstairs and get some rest?" He knew he was tired, so he took the hint. "Okay dad, you got it from here?" He nodded, as he dried his hands and left.

Walking up the stairs, he thought about what his father said, and took it to heart. Time changes people, and it changed his mother, for the worst. Yet, in his heart, he still loved her regardless, though it might be different for her towards him. Walking past his sisters' rooms, it felt good to be home again. Reaching his door, he just wanted some rest; his father allowed he and Blossom to sleep together, because of their closeness, and his refusal to interfere with his son's business. He was pretty much an adult now, so he didn't need any doting from his parents. Opening the door, his eye went wide at the sight that sat before him.

Sitting at the foot of his bed was Blossom, her full muscular body encased in her very 'revealing' swimsuit, the very one she wore on their first outing that past summer, with the nylon strings and the coverings over her nipples and private area. Though his mouth was slightly open, he had grown used to seeing such things, after what he did concerning the demise of the Rowdyruff Boys.

"Come in, my man," she cooed softly, as he entered and closed the door. He was pretty much speechless, as Blossom spoke.

"Casey, I realize you've had a hard life, and you've been through more pain than anyone could ever see. You never had anyone to love you, to cherish you, to know you for who you are, because of your past." She stood up, in her full 5' 8" height, her red hair cascading down her back and sides. "It was already known and seen that we were meant to be together, and on this Christmas night, I want to make it official." She walked up to him, wrapped her monstrous arms around his slim neck and drew him into her. "I want you to be my first," as she embraced his lips into a passionate kiss, he instinctively wrapping his ripped arms around her waist, starting to meld into each other. Backing off, she took the middle of his shirt and ripped it off, revealing his slim, built torso; reaching down, and using both her hands, she tore his pants, with underwear, in half, exposing his lower region, and his member standing at attention.

Stepping away from him, she took her fingers and slid the straps of her swimsuit down and off her heavenly muscular body, showing him all of her. Pert pink nipples, and a hairless vagina between her straited oaken thighs. Looking down, Casey could see the hint of juices flowing down the inside of her thighs, as he smirked.

She stepped towards him again, and in a sweeping motion, picked his legs up in one arm, and cradled his torso in the other, carrying him to the side of his bed, and depositing him onto the matress. Climbing on it as well, she hovered over him, as she brushed back some of her red hair. Gazing deep into his eyes, no words were spoken as she took hold of his penis, guided the head into her orfice, and worked it into her vagina. Huffing a bit, Blossom gyrated her hips up and down, until she felt a pop, as a bit of blood trickled down her thigh, mixed with her juices. Casey placed his hands on her solid hips, and pulled them down to meet his pelvis. Looking into her eyes, told him all he needed to know.

"Thank you, Blossom," was all he could say.

"We've only just begun," as she embraced his lips in a kiss, moving her hips and starting a groove.

Outside, two girls were right at his door, listening to the goings on inside. "I bet it's getting steamy in there," whispered Emily, who was above Erica, who had her ear to the door. Slight moans were heard, as both girls smiled.

"I believe," whispered Erica, "for the first time, our brother is truly happy." Emily nodded in agreement. Tiptoeing away, they knew it to be true. As his superheroine girlfriend made love to him, Casey Roberts can say that, after all the hell he's been through, his life now has truly begun, because of Powerpuff love.