The Power Princesses: Defenders of Harmony

Later on, Sam and Milo were leading the girls to their house for the night.

“I have to say, it’s really so awfully generous of you two to let us sleep in your humble home!” Masked Matter-Horn smiled lovingly as she and her friends followed the boy and his dog to their house.

“Well, if any friends of Sam and I are also family to Sam and I, so it’s okay with us,” Milo said in a welcoming tone.

“Though, it would also be nice if you girls could do me a favor and keep it down,” Sam said cautiously. “I’m not really so sure how Mom and Dad would react meeting you girls like this, and I don’t think they’re really too big on me having six girls over at my house.” The boy then shook his head in frustration. “It’s always the same with my Dad. You see, whenever I decide to bring up girls as a topic to talk about, he’s always starting with these annoying talks about sex, puberty, fetishes, and everything. It just won’t stop, like it’s getting on my nerves!”

The girls were suddenly grossed out, and then understood what he meant.

“And what about I? Chopped liver?” Milo barked.

“You’re different, Milo! You’re family too. Just… a lot quieter as usual,” Sam said.

“Yeah, I guess that figures,” Milo said. “Hey, don’t take it personal. Just act like you’re old self and we’ll be cool,” Sam said, as Milo nodded in agreement. “Besides, if Mom and Dad found out you’re now a talking dog, they’re gonna freak out.”

“Yeesh… Guess I should be careful whenever I use this time to talk,” Milo said. “You said it,” Sam said. “But don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”

At last, the friends finally arrived at the house, to see some of the lights that were somehow turned on.

“Okay, Milo,” Sam whispered. “You go through the dog door first, and let the girls through the back door. I’ll take the front door, but just in case Mom’s home or not.”

“Okay,” Milo nodded in confirmation, as he took the girls around back towards the backyard, while Sam was left at the front door, composing himself, and finally ready to act like nothing else unusual has happened to him while he was out with Milo in the middle of the night, before he turned the knob and entered the house.

“Mom?! Meg?! I’m home!” Sam called out, but there was no reply. “Mom? Meg?” The boy searched around the house for a little bit to find that his folks have left the place all to himself, Milo and their new friends.

Speaking of whom, it wasn’t long before Milo quietly came in and looked around through the dog door, then spoke to something he looked from behind, “Okay. We’re clear.” He and the Harmonian Defenders came into the living room to rendezvous with Sam. “It looks like Mom and Dad are gone for the night,” Milo spoke, as he sat down.

“Yeah, looks that way. And it looks like Megan put Molly to sleep, and is already asleep. As well as Danny,” Sam nodded before turning back to the Defenders of Harmony. “Well, it’s not much, but it’s home. Mi casa es su casa, meaning what’s mine is yours.”

“¡Muchas gracias Sam por tu generosa hospitalidad!” Masked Matter-Horn elegantly spoke in a fluent Spanish.

“Wow!” Milo exclaimed.

“Yeah! That’s pretty cool!” the boy exclaimed, before he frowned, “I should probably learn how to speak Spanish… wait, how did you even learn to speak it?”

With a blushing giggle, Masked Matter-Horn then explained in English, “We’ve learned your planet’s languages throughout the worldwide web.” Sam nodded in agreement, as she continued, “As you can see, I actually said thank you so very much for your generous hospitality, Sam. For that, we are forever in your debt.” She then kissed him on the cheek, causing Sam to blush and giggle sheepishly.

Milo suddenly made a saddened whimpering noise like he was forgotten about helping out too.

“Oh, and of course, you too, Milo! You little sweetie!” Saddle Rager giggled, kneeling down and stroking the Jack Russell Terrier lovingly. “Oh, yeah…” Milo said, as he enjoyed Saddle Rager’s stroking fingers.

“Hmm,” Radiance marveled in amazement as she and her friends decided to have a look around of the house’s interior. “My, my, you have such a lovely place here, Samuel darling,” the fashionable girl mused.

“No kidding,” Zapp said in agreement. “Hate to say it, but I could actually move in here, you know. This ain’t so bad.”

Sam blushed at the comment, before he chuckled, “Really? Heh, you don’t say.”

Suddenly, Milo’s ears perked up alarmingly. The dog ran over and climbed up onto the windowsill covered in magazine and newspapers, and then looked out the window to see a greenish gray minivan pulling in that absolutely confirmed who it was. “Uh oh!” He then barked to get Sam’s attention before he walked over to see his parents in the parking lot near the garage.

“Oh, shit! Mom and Dad are back!” Sam exclaimed frantically. “Girls! You have to… What the…?” When Sam turned to look at the defenders, he was surprised to see that they were gone, as if they’ve somehow magically disappeared out of thin air. “That’s weird.”

Just then, the front door opened up and Sam’s father stepped in. “Sam! Where’ve you-” Before the police lieutenant could finish speaking, Sam suddenly came over and tackled his old man in a huge tight death gripping hug after what happened recently. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey. Take it easy, sport.” After dropping his stern and dominant manner of concern, and losing himself from the police lieutenant inside of him to the father inside of him, he gently embraced his frightened son to calm him down.

“I’ve heard about what happened recently this evening. I was so worried about you, Dad,” Sam said. “Shhhhhh… it’s okay, son. I’m here now,” Sam’s father said.

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” Sam said, muffled underneath his father’s clothes. “I know, Sam. I know,” Kent said.

Just then, his mother came up from behind with a tearful smile of relief, “Sam! Oh, thank goodness you’re alright!” she said, pulling her son in a loving embrace, burying his face in her soft bust, and then felt Megan’s bust on his shoulder as she came downstairs and in a sports gray shirt and blue skinny tight sleep shorts, “Oh my god! Sam, are you okay?!” Megan asked.

Sam nodded in reply, until his mother spoke, “You had us worried! You weren’t home and it was almost past your curfew! What happened?!”

“Yeah, Mom, I know, and I’m sorry too, Meg,” Sam replied.

“It’s alright, son. We’re not mad,” Kent said.

“I was in the park with Milo, when… uhh…” the boy hesitated as he tried to come up with a good cover story for what really happened to him and his dog. “…when I accidentally lost him after throwing the ball too far for him to catch, so I went to look for him in the forest and then managed to find a way back when I found him stuck in a bush and had no injuries.”

Suddenly, his parents and sister bought it. “Well, we’re just glad you’re safe, sweetheart,” Wanda said, before she kissed her son’s forehead, and then they all released their hug. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go crash into my bedroom for a few more minutes, and probably do some quiet time before bed. Come on, Milo,” he said, walking up the stairs to his bedroom with Milo following.

“Good call, Sam,” Kent nodded to his son. “It’s still a school night, and you have full commitment tomorrow, so don’t forget.”

“Yeah. See you in the morning, Dad,” Sam said. “Goodnight, Mom. Goodnight, Meg.”

“Goodnight, sweetie,” Wanda replied to her son.

“Sleep tight, little guy,” Megan said, as she went back to bed, before going back to bed.

Walking fast, while keeping their composures the best they can to appear normal, Sam and Milo finally made it back to the boy’s room, walking in and closing the door behind them. “Phew… Boy, what a night,” Sam breathed a sigh of relief as he retired to his bed, kicking his shoes off, until he went to go change into his pajamas, which were a pajama set of the Avengers.

“Hey, Sam!” Sam jumped up, startled by the sudden greeting, turning around to face the girls feeling cozy in his bedroom.

“What’re you girls doing in here?!” Sam asked.

“You told us to hide, so we did,” Fili-Second answered.

“But… But… in my bedroom?!” Sam asked.

“What’s the big deal? You’ve got some neat stuff up here,” Zapp said, while she was playing one of the boy’s favorite video games. “Come on, come on! I’m so gonna wipe the entire dojo with your sorry ninja butt!!” the girl snarled, pressing the buttons rapidly to avoid at all the incoming attacks from the opponent in the game and fight back with the abilities the character she was playing as had, except she wasn’t realizing all the pressure she was putting on the game and controller with her electric lightning powers, until it suddenly overloaded before the TV then blew up, leaving a cloud of smoke. “Whoa! Yeah! Take that, Metal Ninja!” Zapp cheered, much to Sam’s horror.

“AAH! My TV!” Sam shrieked.

“Sam?! What’s all that noise?!” Sam’s mother called out. “Are you alright up there?!”

“Y-Yeah! I’m fine, Mom! Sorry!” Sam called out, struggling to come up with another excuse to cover the girls. “Just watching a scary movie, and… Milo was just barking at the cat outside!” Milo growled at his owner.

“Alright, honey! Just keep it down!” Sam’s mother said.

“Okay, Mom!” Sam said.

Later…

“There. Good as new,” Masked Matter-Horn said, after she successfully fixed and restored the TV to its original state with the telekinetic part of her energy powers.

For a quick test drive for the recovery, Sam turned on his video game console to find all his achievements and scores from every game he’s recently played as they were still there before it exploded with the TV, “Phew, that’s a relief,” the boy sighed.

“Sorry again about your game, Sam,” Zapp apologized. “Sometimes, I just don’t know how to handle my own strength or my powers with other types of materials. Maybe I should learn to control them while living on this planet.”

“Yeah, well ‘with great power comes great responsibility,’ you know,” Sam quoted in remembrance. “Words to live by. You know, that kind of stuff.”

“Hey! Those are the words of Ben Parker!” Masked Matter-Horn smiled with exclamation, while sitting cross-legged.

“What?!” Sam and Milo looked up at the girl in extreme surprise. “Hold on! You’ve actually read Spider-Man?!”

“Yeah, she’s quite the fast reader,” Mistress Marvelous smirked and rolled her eyes. “That and we’ve also been readin’ most of your comic books while you were downstairs talkin’ with your folks.”

“Hopefully, if you didn’t mind. They were quite fascinating,” Radiance said.

“No, I don’t mind,” Sam said.

“Ooh! Ooh! I’m liking this Pete ‘Spidey’ Parker guy!” Fili-Second said, while hanging upside down on his bean bag chair and reading a comic issue of Spider-Man. “Uh-oh! Watch out! Here comes the Rhino!”

“He’s pretty good,” Zapp nodded. “But he’s no better than Thor, or even Aquaman or Shazam themselves.”

“Superman sounds pretty heroic,” Saddle Rager said. “But… this… Batman sounds kinda dark.”

“I kinda like this Wonder Woman,” Marvelous commented. “She’s my type of gal.”

“Captain America has some good leadership traits,” Masked Matter-Horn said while moving on to a Captain America comic book.

“Oh my! Wolverine sounds pretty savage! And I rather not mention how much that Deadpool person has suffered, because being shot or stabbed without dying is too much for me to handle,” Saddle Rager said. “Especially that angry Hulk monster.”

“Well, you don’t have to read it,” Zapp said. “Plus, the other X-Men, and the Fantastic Four are okay on my book, because the Human Torch guy is pretty awesome as me.”

“I’m also liking this Mr. Fantastic and Invisible Woman, but I’m not sure Doctor Doom would be my type of villain. He looks kinda menacing enough,” Masked Matter-Horn said.

“The Thing is probably fine with me, especially the clobbering time that he says,” Mistress Marvelous said.

“I’m simply intrigued by this Green Lantern character,” Radiance commented. “And I must say, these Avengers and Justice League characters sound like true knights of shining armor!”

“But not as cool as the Teen Titans though! Beast Boy’s kinda funny! He even turns into any animal, including lions and tigers and bears!” Fili-Second said.

Sam turned to Milo and whispered, “The students back in school will never believe me when I say that I’ve got six hot alien girls now living in my room, and enjoying Marvel and DC superheroes like I am.”

“Yeah, I hear ya. But make sure there better not be an angry mob after ya,” Milo replied.

“That I can agree on,” Sam said.

“Wow, these guys are so awesome!” Zapp said, as she smiled with huge excitement. “They’re all like us, or maybe, but possibly, we’re all like them!”

Sam nodded in agreement, before his brain was suddenly hit with a great epiphany, along with an idea. “Hey! Actually, that’s not a bad idea!” he said. “What is?” Radiance asked. “You girls are exactly like those heroes, and you fight like them! Maybe even better!” Sam explained.

“That’s really sweet of you,” Saddle Rager said.

Sam then thought of another idea, “Hey, maybe while you’re staying here on Earth, you could be real actual superheroes to the city, meaning people might love to see you in action!”

“Really?” The defenders asked in curiosity.

“Yeah!” Sam smiled in excitement. “Wow, why didn’t I think of this before?! You girls are now showing a sign for all of our prayers, meaning you can help my dad and the police force, and maybe even the people of this city! You can patrol the city, fight crime, clean up Maretropolis, bring hope and justice to those who have none, and save many innocent lives at risk, like if a store, museum or any bank is being robbed, or is someone’s house is on fire! It’ll be like a dream come true!”

The girls all exchanged quick looks with each other, before Masked Matter-Horn stepped forward with a look of concern on her face, “Sam, as much as we really admire your inspiring optimism and all, but we couldn't really... I mean, we'd love to help. Really, we do, but wouldn't it be like taking away all the work of your city's finest local law enforcement and going against all of their work ethics, including their jobs altogether?"

“Well, not with all of the so-called ‘cutbacks’ this city’s good for nothing excuse for a mayor had to make,” Sam muttered with disappointment. “And on top of that, this city is just been full of many criminal organizations that are setting up shops in many districts in the city, including warehouses, docks, construction sites, annexes, even pubs and alleys, and with the police department being completely understaffed right now, but I want to change all of that, since you’ve saved my Dad. Will you help me? Please?”

Masked Matter-Horn then thought about it. “He’s got a good point, ya know,” Mistress Marvelous began. “I mean, that’s why we’re defenders, ain’t it? To use our powers for the greater good of the people we serve.”

“Well, the people we used to serve,” Masked Matter-Horn sighed in sorrow.

“Even so, we should at least use our skills for the benefit of this world while we’re here, right?” Zapp asked. “It’s not like it’s a bad thing.”

“Indubitably!” Radiance followed in agreement. “Plus, I for one would like to get to know this world.”

“Oh yeah!” Fili-Second added. “And I wanna see what else they have!”

“Definitely!” Saddle Rager joined in. “Hopefully, if the earthlings don’t mind.”

“Ya said it, alright!” Mistress Marvelous said. “Maybe this here planet may not be so bad.”

“So what do you say, Matter-Horn?” Sam asked, until Milo gave her the puppy eyes again.

Matter-Horn then tapped her chin and crossed on of her arms as she thought about it, “Well, Queen Celestia would’ve wanted us to do it, since she assigned us here to protect your planet from evil, and since you’ve got villains of your world as well.” After thinking about what Queen Celestia told them to do, and with a shrug from her shoulders, the leader of the super heroine girls nodded, “Alright. We’ll do it.”

“YEAH!” the five other girls cheered, giving high fives to each other.

“Girls! Shhhhhh!!!” Sam said, as he then heard nothing.

Sam sighed in relief and then continued, “Listen, girls. If we’re planning on having you stay here, then you’ve got to be more quiet. We just can’t have a huge risk of having Mom and Dad, or any other unwanted attentions, like my parents or my sisters, especially Megan, discovering that you’re all in here living with me.”

“Of course, Sam,” Masked Matter-Horn complied in confirmation. “We’ll try our best.” The girls nodded in agreement so that they were clear, as Fili-Second crossed her heart. “Alright, we’re roommates, but only until we figure out where we can find separate homes for you, because I can’t keep this secret to my parents forever.”

“We understand, Sam. We know how much your family means to you, and we’ll do all we can to protect them,” Masked Matter-Horn said.

After wanting to get out of the awkward moment and back to the real subject, Sam started off, “So, now that we’ve somehow accepted and established my house being your temporary base of operations for a few nights until further notice, and maybe your ship, next is coming up with a name for the team.”

“But we’ve already got a name for our team,” Fili-Second started. “We’re the Defenders of Harmonius!”

“It’s nice, but it needs something more related or closer to Earth. Like the… the Justice Divas! No… the… Power Girls… the Power Princess!” Sam said, as it struck him with an idea, with a snap of his fingers. “Yeah! The Power Princesses! How does that sound?”

The girls all exchanged looks with one another, unsure of what to make sure of that name, and how they should respond to the young earthling’s suggestion, but suddenly they felt like it suited them better. “I think it might work,” Masked Matter-Horn said. “For now on, well shall be known as The Power Princesses: Defenders of Harmony!”

“Sam! Time for bed!” Sam’s dad called from the door. “Okay, Dad! Just give me a few minutes!” Sam said.

“Okay, kiddo! Night!” he said again.

After a nice chat, Sam and the girls went to sleep, but next to the wall near the windowsill and placed in a spare blanket and sleeping bags, with Milo sleeping with Saddle Rager. Without them noticing, Masked Matter-Horn got up and covered Sam under the blankets again so that he wouldn’t get more colder, and then went back to sleep.

This is definitely the start of an exciting adventurous story.

Somewhere, in a dark room with a dimly lit light, a tall, bulky man, that looked like a biker punk, with some reflective features that pierced the darkness, was drinking a mug full of beer, with Rover Mugshot, leader of the Rockhounds, sitting in front of him to deliver an unpleasant report.

“So… you didn’t get the money.” The figure grumbled with a fist on his desk.

“N-No, boss, w-we didn’t,” the frightened man cowered before the shadowy figure. “I...I uh...my men...we were attacked!” he stumbled on his words. “And we… uh...we somehow lost the money in the armored truck. But it wasn’t our fault! Really. We–”

“Ok, I think that’s enough coming from you.” The figure ordered casually, silencing the man. The figure then got up and sat in front of the desk, until he then gestured Rover to do the same. With a nervous gulp, he complied and sat right towards the figure in front of him, “Look, Rover…” The figure began, “Shit like this happens most of the time, right? I mean, we all screw up every now and then. It’s actually what makes us… human.”

“I-I suppose.” Rover said nervously.

“Don’t tell anyone about this but this one time, when I tried to make propositions from other mob dealers to work for me, but this mob dealer didn’t have the guts, upset his poor wife.”

“I guess she was pretty upset about it, huh boss?” Rover chuckled nervously.

“Oh, she was way beyond pissed, I can tell you that.” The figure began to chuckle, “But… I remember this one time, during that meeting, I experienced one of the biggest, cheesiest and offensive offers I’ve ever heard. You wanna know what happened?”

“What?” Rover asked.

“I’ll show you…” the figure said, until…

*glass crash*

“AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! D’OH!!!!” Rover yelled as he was thrown out the window and fell on the floor, feeling pain on his back.

The figure revealed that he was pummeled the person that offended him with his brute strength, “Let that be a reminder only if your next screw up ever happens. Are we clear?” The figure asked in dark tone.

Shaking in fear, Rover nodded his head.

“Good. Now, go recover,” the figure said, heading back inside his office to finish his drink.