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Mojo Jojo Saves The Day	By : flamekaat Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 9191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mojo Jojo Saves The Day

(or in which Flamekaat has absolutely lost her mind and written powerpuff girls smut with a plot!)

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the girls or Mojo Jojo the Brainiac Super Monkey. I do this authoring in particular for entertainment purposes only. The plot however is Mine!

{{A/N: I am cracked but this story possessed me after watching to many powerpuff shows with my toon obsessed ex. As Always thanks William for the inspiration. Now after many months of break up I have finished one of the stories that William inspired me to write with his heavily influential influence in my life. How I wish it had turned out for the better but…*Sighs* Such is fate I suppose.

A/N:2 (11/26/2012) Many years later she updates! LOL}}

“Curses!” Mojo Jojo swore as he glared at the perfectly sunshiny sun shining above the generically town like town of Townsville. He swore blackly at it for a several minutes before closing the titanium alloy shutters. Not that the shutters helped all that much with three powerpuff shaped holes in them. The holes were getting accursedly larger as the girls grew acursedly larger. He glowered at it for a while. The girls were bigger then the holes that he now saw. It had been so long since he had even considered giving the not so little brats a reason to bust down his door in door busting fashion.

He just did not have the will for world domination anymore, so instead he decided he would effect the necessary repairs on his domed domicile and find himself a legal hobby. That is he would find a legal hobby in the most legal fashion that was legally possible after he had gone back to bed and slept till the nearly not legal hour of two in the afternoon. He snarled his way through some food and decided that fruit in a plastic cup should be illegal before falling back on his bed with such force that his door slammed shut seemingly of it’s own violition.

Across town at professor Utonium’s, The girls were as close to cursing the morning as they were ever going to get. As they had gotten older their bedtimes had of course been extended to reach later hours of the evening. This just meant that the stupid monsters did not have to wait till the next day. Now seniors in High school, they were allowed to stay out until 1:30 in the morning “But no later then that girls!” It had gotten really hard to get up at six in the morning with so little sleep. Blossom was about to do a face plant into her cereal when the professor caught her by her ever present hair bow and hoisted her back upright as he passed.

Usually the sight of the professor in his cooking apron cheered Buttercup up immensely. However she just could not find any joy in it today. Even Bubbles looked sadly faded and washed out today. Her hair wasn’t even up in it’s usually pigtail style. Instead it was in a long thick braid like a rope of solid gold down her back. But even it showed how tired out and exhausted she was since it barely could muster up the oomph to shine.

Out to school they flew with their sack lunches and bags of heavy books. Unlike the rest of the student body they did not worry about the weight on their super powered backs, but getting the grades and scores the professor expected of them was just as weighty a task. They never seemed to have more then an hour of study time go by without some sort of catastrophic interruption. Buttercup was battling with math. Her advanced trigonometry was giving her an endless amount of trouble, while Bubbles finished an art project that was several days late due to a mass immigration of monstrous beasts from monster isle that took all week to vanquish.

Blossom was the only one who was done, as her reading for social studies was the last thing she had been forced to neglect. It was done and she happily decided to go to bed early hoping that no other chaos would befall. It was surprisingly quiet that night and she slept peacefully for once along with her two sisters who had finished not long after and climbed into their beds. Then the next morning came and the last week before high school graduation came along. Slipping in unnoticed as the girls slept in on their Saturday.

Finals breezed by with little or no stress. It seemed that even the criminals of Townsville were feeling the heat of the hot summer ahead and staying home or in their underground clubs next to their air conditioners. Bubbles, Blossom and Buttercup were plotting out their first semester at Townsville U in the coming fall already. The only trouble was that the campus was twelve miles away across town from the professors, and if they wanted to be prompt and not have to fly they needed to live closer then that. The girls were going to have to move.

Bubbles surprised everyone by not crying when Blossom came to this conclusion. She had grown stronger and fiercer as the years went by. Becoming less joyful and full of laughter and more like Buttercup with her ferocity of spirit and will like iron. Only a few things remained from the old Bubbles after this change, like her fondness for baby blue and her little octopus shaped stuffed toy. Even the toy now had a place of honor on the shelf rather then one right next to Bubbles in her bed. They all had their own beds at least though they still shared a room.

“I have been thinking about this for the last couple years girls and it makes sense. You should go see if any of your friends have gotten apartments and might be willing to share.” Professor Utonium offered. The three flashed out in a rainbow of color as usual. Then they came back. Bolted down their post graduation breakfasts and flashed away again. The professor just grinned and went back to his morning scientific journal.

Bubbles found Mary, one of their closer friends sitting out on a dorm room balcony south of the campus. “Hey Mary need any roommates?” Mary looked up from her sunbathing and laughed. “I wish Bubbles but I am a roomy myself here and we already reached the six person limit.” Bubbles sighed, and floated off. After a day of searching and getting the same responses they finally decided to turn around and go home. “We’ll never find a place in time.” Blossom said dejectedly. Bubbles just nodded. She seemed sad but no tears sprang up as they would have a few years back. It was Buttercup who came up with the solution this time, though she as always found a rather outrageous one.

“Hey guys don’t say no right away cause I might just have an idea.” She said as she came to a stop over the Townsville park. “What?” Asked Blossom. “Yeah what?” agreed Bubbles. Buttercup didn’t answer verbally she just pointed downwards directly below the hovering trio. There, gleaming with it’s freshly repaired titanium alloy shutters, was Mojo Jojo’s observatory. “It’s so weird it just might work.” Blossom said. She drifted downwards with Buttercup and Bubbles in tow. Out on the side of the Observatory’s hill was Mojo Jojo. He was wearing jeans with a cut out for his tail, which was flicking back and forth vigorously and making random knots out of itself that were just as quickly untied.

Mojo Jojo stopped digging the hole for his new fruit tree when the shadows of the three resident heroes fell over him with dramatically appropriate drama. “Yes girls?” He said as he leaned back resting his hands on the shovel handle. “Hi Mojo. We just stopped by to see if you would let us be your roommates so we don’t have to fly all the way across town to go to college.” Buttercup said extra fast and without pausing to take a breath. He looked at the superhero teen and then smiled. He could almost swear that the girl child had made an uneducated request to him that he help the three further their education by allowing them to move into his domed domicile! “For what silly reason would I be doing this silly thing that you wish me to be doing?” He asked.

The two happier heroes started spewing all sorts of warm fuzzy reasons why he should do as they asked. However it was the green clad little fighter that offered the most reasonable reason for his doing this unreasonable thing. “We’ll pay rent Mojo, On the first of every month...In cash.” And Buttercup produced the largest wad of cash Mojo had seen in quite some time. “Deal. Go home and pack your things girls. I will make ready your rooms.” He said then he stuck his shovel in the ground so that it would remain upright and walked back up the hill.

The girls had jetted off towards their home to begin packing. He opened up the rooms where he had once housed several of his fellow criminals and began mucking them out. He had finished with Blossom’s room and was progressing through the one that would belong to Bubbles when they returned. “We’ll finish up Mojo.” And they did too. In a blink of his blinking eye they had blinked around and returned with their things to put in the now pristine rooms. Buttercup paid Mojo for first and last month’s rent for which she got a hand written receipt. He only hoped that this would go less terribly then his terrible mind was hinting that it would be. Which was utterly terrible.

Mojo found that having the girls around was not so very terrible. It was actually enjoyable in it’s own strangely enjoyable fashion. He accepted the flying Burrito that was launched his way by Blossom. The girls had taken one look at his refrigerator and shuddering with horror had fled to the grocery market. Then they had taken to taking turns taking the tasks that they needed to take turns with such as cooking and dishes. Now he could be assured of reasonably decent food at decent hours of the day because all three were spectacular cooks. He returned to his experiment and grinned as the much desired results that he had been desiring to see turned up just as he desired them to.

His cackling laughter soon brought the girls flying in. “Good results Mojo?” Bubbles asked. He nodded and showed her. She smiled and signaled the other two to hover over and take a look. “Hey Cool! Useful too!” Buttercup offered. Blossom considered something and added a few figures to his equasion before running the test program again. An even better result came about as a result of the added figures that were added in as a result of the tampering of her clever mind.

Mojo built the administrating device that would expose him to various chemical cocktails and radiation bandwidths. Finally he tested all the wiring and then settled himself in the seat. Straps were applied to him by Blossom and Buttercup gave him a steel bar to bite down on so he would not sever his tongue. Bubbles sat at the control panel and when the other two backed away he saw her cross her fingers for luck and press the appropriately sequenced order of buttons appropriately. Searing pain. Painful agonizingly painful pain followed as his brain, though retaining it’s superior intellect was compressed back to it’s normal sized brain size. His skull grew back into place and then Blossom’s effect took over, growing him a lengthy rock star like mane of hair that flowed down over his shoulders to the middle of his back.

Mojo Jojo slumped in the chair unconscious for a few moments. Bubbles sprang forward out of concern and freed him from the straps before flying him into his room and tucking him into bed. “According to his calculations he will be fine by morning. I couldn’t find any errors so I think that will be about right. I am going to get some stuff for a post success breakfast. Bubbles you watch him and get him anything he might need. Buttercup you clean up. A double “Right!” followed by rainbow energy trails as the two jetted off to do their tasks then Blossom herself was off.

Bubbles sat by Mojo’s bed with a worried look on her face. It was about an hour before dawn and he had yet to stir. Finally he moved a little then his eyelids slowly creaked open. “Good morning dear Bubbles.” He whispered hoarsely.

“Not quite yet Mojo. It is about an hour to sunrise, but close enough. You can go back to sleep if you want. We won’t disturb you any.” Bubbles found that it made her feel good inside when Mojo smiled at her, so gently and so tiredly, but still with a happy smile. She took his hairy hand in her own and stoked it soothingly until he drifted back to sleep. Then with her head resting on the matress next to their entwined hands Bubbles fell asleep herself.

Blossom came in to check on her sister and the genius simmian a few minutes later. She smiled and whispered to Buttercup to come see. Buttercup came soaring in then stopped short and smiled herself. The scene was too cute not to smile at after all. “Glad to see she hasn’t lost all her kind little heart.” The green clad fighter said softly, then she drifted back out again. Blossom could only agree. She had been sad at the change in her sister. Seeing now that it hadn’t made her entirely to hard and stern made Blossom much happier then she had been.

Mojo woke for real at ten that morning. Before he could have his good morning stretch, he found that he had to get Bubbles to release his hand from her super heroically strong super heroes grip. He did so gently as not to wake her. He had been out since last night. She herself had only slept since near to dawn. He crept out of his room making shushing motions to the other two girls as they handed him a good experiment breakfast.

“She stayed up nearly all night watching over you Mojo. We were all worried but Bubbles was the most concerned.” Blossom informed him. He nodded. He had understood just by the scent how long she had been at his side and wither she had been sleeping or awake and when these states had been achieved.

“She is still kind and sweet. Though she tries with all her might to conceal what she considers to be unmighty.” He commented. The two sisters nodded and continued eating. Then they left and went out to their part time jobs. Bubbles herself proved to be an astonishing thing. Despite her happy wholesome attitude and wonderfully sweet nature she was a night owl of the first order.

She sat up with him many nights during the summer months that passed. Passing the time in a intelectually stimulating fashion. At last the girls started their first semmester of college and he had some peace. He found however that he missed his little blonde assistant’s assistance often enough to contemplate asking her to take up a part time position as his legitimate assistant.

Bubbles agreed to his proposition readily enough and he joyfully began a intense round of experiments that would hopefully produce greater yields of produce from his produce bearing plants and trees. Her studies though he would not interfear with. He refused to even begin until all her homework was finished.

The girls had enough trouble keeping up with their homework and pre test studies. Their destined difficulties cropped up with destined frequency and he could tell how it frustrated them to not be able to just sit and study for an extended period. Finally he got to the point that he would no longer tolerate the interruptions of their intellectual pursuits. He sat as Bubbles, ever fascinated with a good head of hair, slowly braided his three month old locks into tiny corn rows. Every so often she would weave into the braid she was presently working on a amethyst bead or silver ornamental finding like those used as charms on more gothic teens bracelets.

He was almost asleep from what amounted to the gentles sustained caressing he had ever received when he remembered with sudden remembering the thing he had wished to remember to speak to the girls about. “Bubbles when will your sisters be home?” Bubbles smiled happily down at him from her levitated position above his head.

“That’s an easy question Mojo, but I don’t know really when Buttercup will be home. She is in her martial arts class until late and then she has a…” Bubbles stopped suddenly, as if she had suddenly realized that Buttercup would not wish her social life’s intricacies to be suddenly revealed.

“A date perhaps, or at the very least a date like outing in a most date like setting?” Mojo suggested. Bubbles flushed deeply crimson like fresh blood or a red tomato. It was an endearing trace of the complete innocence and trusting faith that was beginning to bleed out of the many soul wounds she had suffered at the hands of the depraved criminals of Townsville.

“Urm yeah I guess so. Don’t say anything all right? Buttercup would kill me!” He reassured the bemused blond that her brutal sister would not be informed of this info bit by him, nor would she learn where he obtained it if she learned that he knew it at all.

Bubbles accepted his reassurances and he shared first with her his plan. “Oh Mojo! That would be the greatest, nicest, most sweet, thing ever in the world! We could really study and keeping getting good grades wouldn’t be so hard any more!” Blossom was the first to streak into the domed domicile later that evening and her approval was added.

He didn’t wait up for Buttercup as he supposed the professor would have. He was not their father and despite feeling sympathy for their study plight he felt no true responsibility towards the not so pint sized heroines or worry over their ability to rebuke any unwanted suitors.

Early that Sunday morning the last powerful powerpuff came gliding in at a low and obviously bed bound angle. She paused long enough to nod and tell him if he felt like helping out to start today because she would be in no condition to fight for a day or so. So he began his nearly daily exercise of daily irradication of his former companions. Their broken and sometimes electrocuted selves curtisy of his high tech weapons often found themselves landing in the custody of Townsville's finest. He admittedly made one such specimen disappear completely though he would never tell anyone at all much less his still mostly innocent house guests.

He had come across a particularly bad scene in an alley behind a sick club for torturers and bondage enthusiasts who took their interest in such arts beyond what was even abnormal let alone the mild interest in such diversions that was healthy. What he found sickened him past even his own hardened former criminal’s heart’s strength to bear. The girl looked to much like Bubbles and the things the man was doing made her scream piteously in between soft begging and sharp cries for mercy she would never receive.

He had ripped the man off the girl before the actual rape could take place and cracked his head repeatedly with meaty thwaps against the club’s rear wall until it was so much gooey gore. He had reassured the shocked thing who thanked him by name as anyone in Townsville could do considering his history. “You must like the girl a whole lot Mr. Jojo Sir.” She said as the innocent thing had tried to find and restore all her clothes to their properly clothing-like places on her small form.

“Whom?” Mojo had inquired.

“Why the one I remind you of Mr. Jojo Sir. You have to love her a great deal or you would not have been half as violent. It was like you saw him raping her not me.” The little one was obviously intelligent and quick to see the inherent nature of things. He himself had not known till she mentioned what was so worthy of mention that he cared for Bubbles or anyone for that matter in an amount of feeling worth the afformentioned mention.
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