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An Explanation and a Disclaimer:
The Magic School Bus is a television show produced by Scholastic and
originally appeared only on public television channels. It has since made it
to main stream television with enormous success. The basic premise is that a
highly eccentric schoolteacher uses an incredible magic bus to teach her
students lessons in nature and science. The show has run the range from how
flowers are pollinated to how stars are born. It is highly entertaining and
very educational, even if it has been known to boo boo every now and then on
some science facts.
Now, with that high praise aside, this show raises many questions to me that
inspired me to write yet another erotic story. First, exactly who is Miss
Frizzell? Where does she come from and how did she acquire the Bus? What is
her reason for being at this small school in a small town? What does she have
planned for these children that she constantly places in mortal danger? Next,
why are the children so accepting of her and the bizarre situations she places
them in? Why don't they ever question how she does the things she does? Why
don't most of them ever object to being shrunk or turned into strange
creatures? (Well, Arnold does, but then goes along anyway.) To me, this all
smacks of some sort of alien plot/mind control, but hey, I have a dirty mind.
Standard Disclaimer: Magic School Bus is the sole property of Scholastic and I
make no claims to ownership. This story and any others that may follow are not
authorized and definitely not condoned by Scholastic or Public Television.
This story and others may not be reproduced in whole or part without my express
permission and multitudes of curses on you and your household if you do.
Lastly, though I often times produce stories that involve mind control and sex
between children and adults, often leading to pregnancy, I do not in any way
support such actions as child abuse and rape. Children are our most wondrous
natural resource and should be treated with kindness and respect. (Except for
the occasional spanking and time out in a corner.) An addendum to that
statement is this. I also fully believe that children of all ages ranging from
newborn to toddler to preteen have sexual feelings and should be allowed to
express them. To prevent this is to ask for sexual repression and dysfunction.
No, I do not feel that adults should have sex with children and impregnate
them, but I do feel that children of all ages should be allowed to explore
their sexuality to their heart's content, as long as it doesn't involve
masturbating in a public restaurant with your hot dog. (Don't ask, just take
my word for it that it is embarrassing as hell.) I welcome any comments and
criticisms that these works may inspire. I will politely ignore any flames
unless they are extremely creative; at which point I will send you an official
Highlander Raspberry Award.
Following this entry is a Brief list of Characters in the series and their
basic personalities as I have judged them from watching dozens of episodes.
Any spelling error in names is solely my fault and I apologize. Remember that
these characterizations are my interpretations of the characters. Yours may be
different, but hey, I am writing the stories! Relax and enjoy.
Magic School Bus Character Description List
1. Miss Frizzell- An eccentric, to say the least, teacher of third grade
children, who has access to technology and information that is far beyond
Earth's current reach. She also seems to have an extreme fascination with
children, especially the ones in her class and their families.
2. Liz- A highly intelligent lizard of an unknown species, possibly a
chameleon. Miss Frizzell's helper and sometimes driver of the bus, she can
apparently do everything a human can do except talk.. (Yes, I said driver of
the bus)
3. The Bus- a vehicle that can change it's shape, size, color, function and
anything else that comes to mind to suit the needs of Miss Frizzell. It is
often bigger on the inside than the outside and can instantly provide what ever
is needed for any environment to the occupants. It has become everything from
a starship to a ladybug.
The Children
4. Carlos Ramon- Hispanic boy child with dark skin and dark hair. Constant
joker and rarely serious, he is highly competitive and very aggressive. One of
the group's natural leaders.
5. Ralphie Tennelly- Italian American, he is another joker in the deck, but not
nearly as bad a Carlos. Highly imaginative and creative, he has a very
outgoing personality and is well liked by the other children.
6. Tim- African America boy child who is very sensitive and creative. A
budding artist, he often chronicles the groups many adventures in the bus. Not
nearly as outgoing or aggressive as some, he is often the voice of reason in
the group.
7. Arnold Pearlstein- of Jewish descent, he is highly intelligent, but also
very shy. His passion is rocks of all shapes and sizes. With his curly red
hair and thick glasses, he looks every bit the prodigy. Harbors a not so
secret crush of DA. Although he is no coward, he often questions the wisdom of
some of the many trips they take on the bus.
8. Dorothy Anne (DA)- Caucasian girl with blonde hair (always tied back in
ponytails) and blue eyes. A dedicated reader of books, she often prefaces any
statement with "according to my research." She can be aggressive, but very
often is shy and retiring.
9. Wanda Lee- Oriental girl, probably Chinese and the most aggressive member of
the group. Another natural leader, she is always in the forefront every time
the group goes some place new and exciting. She has an insatiable curiosity
and often considers herself to be a detective of sorts.
10. Phoebe Perez- A passive and extremely shy girl of mostly Caucasian origins,
she is never aggressive or outspoken. A classic submissive type. She is sweet
and kind with rarely a negative word for anyone. She is also the newest member
of the regular crew and often prefaces any statement with "At my old school, we
never..."
11. Keisha Franklin- African American girl who is highly intelligent and
somewhat aggressive. She is also very down to earth and is often a balancing
factor to Carlos' wild imagination.
Other Children in the series.
12. Janet- Arnold's cousin, she is as aggressive and outspoken as Arnold is shy
and quiet. She is a braggart who considers herself above every one else and
constantly insults Miss Frizzell and the class in general. She has been on
several "field trips" on the bus, including one that almost got everyone
stranded on Pluto.
13. Mikey- Carlos' younger brother and a paraplegic, he is a genius when it
comes to things electronic and computers are his specialty. He has several
times helped to repair the bus when it was needed. He is a quiet individual
who is always eager to please, perhaps because he feels insecure about his
disability.
14. Tiffany- Older girl with blonde hair. Very cute and friendly. There
seems to be a great deal of mutual attraction between her and Arnold.
New Addendum's
Bits of information that may or not be important, but could add a greater
understanding of the places and people in the stories. Miss Frizzell's full
name is Valerie Olivia Frizzell. The name of the town is Walkerville and it
has large natural wetlands just outside of town. Frizzell has a cousin named
Murphy, (Drawn to look like Dolly Parton and is done by her voice) who runs a
very advanced recycling center outside of town. Ralphie's mother is a doctor.
Also, a performer named Molly Cool (Performed by Winona Judd) seems to be
sweet on Arnold as well. (Why are all these pretty women and girls sweet on a
shy Jewish boy? Hmm?) Mr. Rule, the School principal is played by Paul
Winfield, a famous African American Actor. According to one of my many fans,
Walkerville must be on the west coast because of various geographical and
meteorological events that he has observed on the show. His logic was
impeccable and entirely too extensive to go into here. My thanks to him, even
though I have since lost his name and email address. If the person who emailed
me that information would email me again, I would appreciate it. It had to do
with water sheds and deserts.
Sing alone with me now...
"Cruising on down main, relaxed and feeling good. The next thing you know,
there's an octopus in the neighborhood... Surfing on a sound wave, swinging on
a star. Take a left at your intestines, take you second left at Mars... Come
on the Magic School Bus."
Learns to Multiply
It is the first day of summer vacation and the normally busy school is mostly
deserted. The faculty parking lot is empty and the bike racks where the
children's park is also devoid of occupancy. The usually noisy hallways were
silent, except for the occasional creak from the old plumbing or tock from the
hall clocks. All the classrooms were locked tight and quiet, except for one.
"At my old school, we always helped the teachers clean up after school
vacation started," Phoebe said as she pulled a large inflatable alligator from
the closet and placed it amongst other odds and ends. Instead of her usual
brown dress, she wore a pair of brown shorts and a brown halter. A light brown
hair band held her shoulder length brunette hair back from her face.
"Maybe," came a grunted reply from within the closet. Arnold came stumbling
out with a large dinosaur skull in his arms. He carefully lowered it to the
floor and turned around. "But I bet that at your old school, you didn't have
to sort through weird stuff like Miss Frizzell has." His blue eyes stared out
from behind his thick glasses at the strange assortment of objects that
littered the floor. He rubbed his curly red hair and wondered, as he had done
many times in the past, where their teacher got all of her wondrous things.
Then, as it had done many times in the past, the thought simply slipped away
without him noticing or caring. He turned back to the closet for more items.
"I wish the others were here to help us. It would take a lot less time,"
Phoebe said. She absently took a pair of Smellovision goggles from Arnold and
placed them with the other eight pair they had already recovered. The object
that he handed next made her stop and look. She had never seen this particular
gadget before and was curious. "Arnold, what's this?"
Arnold stepped back out of the closet carrying a red and blue spandex suit and
a red cape. After dropping on the floor, he peered curiously at the device
that Phoebe held. It was about a foot long and maybe three inches around. It
had a dull pink sheen to it, except at the end of the cylindrical shaft, where
it was a dull red. Phoebe was holding it like a pistol by a bulbous projection
underneath. It had wires running up and down the shaft and several buttons at
the base just above where she gripped it. He leaned closer to study it. "Gee,
I don't know. It doesn't look like the portable Shrinker or the Loudener.
Maybe it's something new."
Phoebe was exceedingly curious now. Ever since she had joined the other
children on their many adventures, she had seen many amazing things. She had
been shrunk to microscopic size, turned into a bean plant and ever a honeybee.
There was no telling what this device did. Absently, she reached out and
pressed one of the buttons. Arnold noticed and started to say something along
the lines of "Uhh, Phoebe, I don't think that's such a good idea." He never
got the chance though. The device glowed softly and then a brilliant beam of
red energy erupted from its tip. The beam pierced Arnold where he stood and
bounced off a mirror in one corner. It passed through him again and, having
changed to a bright yellow, struck Phoebe directly in her chest.
Both children waited for something to happen. They expected any second to
shrink or grow wings or float up off the floor, but nothing happened. Aside
from a slight tingle on her chest and between her legs, Phoebe felt normal.
Arnold stepped over and took the device from her hand. He felt pretty normal
too, except for an odd feeling in his groin and an inordinate amount of anger
at the girl. "Phoeb, you should know better than to mess with one of the
Frizz's machines. That was pretty dumb."
Phoebe was about to apologize when the storeroom door across the room burst
open and a river of white liquid erupted from it. Miss Frizzell, astride a
surfboard, appeared in the doorway. "WAHOO!" Neither child was surprised to
see the liquid evaporate before it reached them, depositing Frizzell and
surfboard gently to the floor a foot from them. She stepped off the board and
smiled at them. "Good morning, Arnold and Phoebe. How is clean up coming?"
The blonde teacher was dressed in a one-piece suit similar to what divers used.
It was covered with small white globes and smaller things that looked like
tadpoles.
Arnold held out the device guiltily. "We found this in the closet and Phoebe
accidentally used it."
Miss Frizzell took the thing from the boy and smiled happily. "Why this is my
Procreation Acceleration gun. I was wondering where this had gone." She
reached down and patted Arnold on the head. "Good job, kids."
Phoebe blushed bright red and said, "Miss Frizzell? We kind of, accidentally,
sort of used it on ourselves. Is anything strange going to happen to us?"
The Frizz leaned her head back and laughed. "Don't you worry, Phoebe. This
thing hasn't worked right since I ordered it from the M.S.O.A. catalogue years
ago. I had just forgotten where I put it."
Feeling much safer now that he knew he wasn't going to grow gills or scales,
Arnold asked, "What is the M.S.O.A.?"
"Why the Mad Scientists of America, of course. I used to get their catalogue
every month, but my subscription was cut off because I refused to order
anything new after this thing didn't work." The teacher tossed the device on
top a pile of magazines written in Sanskrit. "Since you two were nice enough
to help me with all of this, I will treat you to lunch. Where would you like
to go?"
"Hungry Hattie's Halibut House? It's all you can eat all day on the seafood
bar," Arnold said.
Both Phoebe and Miss Frizzell laughed. Arnold's appetite was legendary among
the kids. "Any objections, Phoebe. Any place you would rather go?"
The Frizz already knew the answer to that one. The young girl was so shy and
submissive that she rarely initiated anything. Most times, she was content to
go along with what the other kids wanted. Tonight was no exception. She
smiled shyly and nodded. "That sounds nice. I am hungry." And oddly enough,
she was. She felt like she was starving to death, even though she had been fed
a huge breakfast before she left for school. That, combined with a strange
tingling feeling in her privates every time she looked at Arnold, had her
feeling very lightheaded.
"Alright then, to the bus!" Minutes later, they were climbing onboard the
battered old yellow school bus that Miss Frizzell regularly used to take them
on their field trips. Arnold noticed that the buses markings, as usual,
matched the Frizz's dress. The only exception was what looked like several
outlines of very fat women. He wondered about this, but quickly forgot about
it. The drive to Hattie's was short and soon they were digging into Hattie's
famous Halibut Fillets and Halibut chowder. Actually, the kids did most of the
eating. Miss Frizzell spent most of the time leaning back and watching, a
slight smile dancing on her face. Finally, when no could eat any more and
Hattie was threatening to throw them out for putting them out of business, they
returned to the school.
Phoebe was definitely feeling strange now. She felt flushed and sweaty. The
front of her halter seemed to scratching her chest terribly and the seat of her
shorts seemed to have drawn up tightly against her private places. Every time
she looked at Arnold, the feelings intensified and try as she might, she
couldn't stop looking at him. She had always thought Arnold was cute. He was
shy and sweet. Not loud or harsh like Carlos and Ralphie could be. Now, there
seemed to be something else about him. Something that made her feel warm and
tingly inside. She kept studying him the entire trip back.
Arnold was also beginning to feel a little odd. His underwear, nice sensible
and loose boxers, seemed too tight all of a sudden. It was like they had
suddenly shrunk several sizes. He also noticed Phoebe staring at him and this
just made the tightness even worse. Without even thinking, he reached down to
try and adjust them. Imagine his surprise to find that his underwear hadn't
shrunk, but that he had grown. Usually, when he had to go to the bathroom, he
had to fish around in his pants for several seconds to find himself. Now,
before his hand had even reached the place where his penis usually hid, he felt
a substantial bulge. Realizing that Phoebe and Miss Frizzell could see him, he
quickly removed his hand, but made a vow to go to the restroom as soon as they
got back to the school.
After the bus was parked, both Arnold and Phoebe made beelines for the student
bathrooms, only to come to a screeching halt when they saw the Out of Order
Signs hanging on both the boys and the girls rooms. "Oh no! Now what are we
going to do? I have to se... I mean I need to go bad," Arnold said, trying to
cover the ever rising bulge in his pants.
Phoebe was desperate too. The tingling in her privates had turned into a
fierce itching sensation and she felt the desperate need to scratch it. "I
don't know! I need to go too."
Miss Frizzell's head appeared around the classroom doorway. "Use the Teacher's
Lounge Restroom. I'm sure no one will mind and it has two stalls so you can
both go at once." The kids leapt at the suggestion and raced down to the
Teacher's Lounge. In their rush to get to the bathroom, the two children hit
the door at the same time and became stuck. They writhed against each other,
trying to extricate themselves with little success. Soon, however, the
twisting and turning took on a completely different tone.
Phoebe was feeling extremely weird now. She felt like she desperately needed
to go to the bathroom and the itching was almost unbearable. Her chest hurt
and the feel of her halter rubbing against it was making the bathroom feeling
worse. As she struggled to get past Arnold, she noticed that when his chest
brushed against hers, some of the ache went away. She could also feel
something very hard pressing against the spot that itched the worst and that
felt soothing too. Without even realizing that she was doing it, she stopped
struggling and pressed harder against Arnold.
Arnold felt this and stopped trying to get through the door. Instead he looked
at Phoebe. The throbbing in his groin was much worse now. He could feel his
penis practically bursting out of his underwear and pants. It was wedged
between Phoebe's slightly spread legs and he could feel her sliding back and
forth against it. Looking back at Phoebe's face, he saw that she had her eyes
closed and was breathing roughly. Her face looked very red and a faint sheen of
perspiration covered it. He could also feel two tiny hard points pressing
against his chest, even through his shirt. Slowly, unsure of what he was
doing, but knowing it felt good, he leaned his hips forward so that he pressed
his groin even harder against hers. "Uhh, Phoeb, didn't you have to go the
bathroom?"
Phoebe kept her eyes closed and kept moving her hips. Distantly, she realized
that Arnold was talking to her, but she really couldn't concentrate on what he
was saying. The spot itched much less now, but still itched terribly.
Somehow, she felt that her shorts were getting in the way of it feeling better.
Without even pondering the odd thought, she reached between the two of them
and placed her hands on the waist band of her shorts. Arnold saw this and
gulped. Before he could object, she forced her shorts down her legs to her
knees. He could clearly see her pink panties with tiny red hearts on them.
She straightened back up and pressed the itching spot back into the hard place.
A soft sigh escaped her lips at the sensation.
Arnold had a distinct feeling that he should be objecting at this point. This
all seemed too close to the lectures he had received about private places and
stuff. Still, the lectures had involved adults, not children his own age and
it did feel nice. Even through his jeans, he could feel a warm, damp heat
surrounding his penis. It felt really nice. Idly, he wondered how it would
feel without his pants or shorts on. As if reading his mind, a voice behind
him said, "If you want the full effects, then you need to take your clothes
off." Standing in the hallway, Miss Frizzell watched her students with a warm
smile. "And you should probably go inside so you can have some privacy. Don't
bother to ask Phoebe, I doubt that she can really hear you right now. Just
take her inside and get comfortable."
Once again, a suggestion made by Miss Frizzell struck Arnold as odd, even
wrong. He started to voice an objection when Phoebe sighed again and pulled
her panties down to join her shorts. All of Arnold's objections vanished when
he saw the hairless cleft between her legs. He slowly slid past Phoebe into
the lounge and pulled her inside. As Miss Frizzell had said, the girl seemed
to be off in a world of her own. He closed the door and locked it without
thinking. "Lessee, Miss Frizzell said that we had to take our clothes off."
Since Phoebe was already halfway there, Arnold decided to do her first. "Hold
still a minute, Phoebe," he said as he pulled her shorts and underwear down to
her feet. Without objection, the girl lifted each leg to allow him to remove
them completely. She passively raised her arms as he pulled the halter top
over her head and tossed it on the floor beside the other clothes.
Phoebe felt chilly suddenly and this helped bring her back to some semblance of
reality. She opened her eyes just in time to see Arnold remove his shirt. She
was puzzled over why her classmate would be undressing in front of her, even
though the sight of his bare chest did send even more tingles through her body.
She was even more amazed when he unbuckled his jeans and kicked off his shoes.
Surely he wasn't going to... She gasped when he skinned off his pants and
underwear in one fast motion.
The sudden shock of seeing him naked brought home to her the fact that she was
also standing there nude. "Arnold, what's going on? At my old school, we
never took our clothes off in front of other kids." Even as she spoke, Phoebe
found herself staring at her friend. For the most part, he looked like her
nude. She could see two tiny red spots on his chest that were just like the
tiny ones on her own chest. The only difference she could see was the strange
projection between his legs. It was very hard looking and very red. It looked
swollen and painful. She idly wondered if it itched as bad as the place
between her legs.
Arnold shrugged and walked over to her. Remembering what they had been doing
in the doorway, he stepped up and put his arms on Phoebe's shoulders.
Hesitantly, he leaned his hips forward and let his erection press against her
cleft. Phoebe moaned, which startled her and Arnold. She hadn't meant to make
a noise, but the wonderful sensation of Arnold's thing touching her most
private place overwhelmed her. Again, her mind seemed to retreat back into
some place warm and cozy. She instinctively pressed her hips forward again and
spread her legs wide.
It was Arnold's turn to moan this time. The spot between Phoebe's legs was
incredibly warm and damp. A part of him wondered if she had peed on herself
while waiting to go the bathroom, but he found that he really didn't care. His
erection was so hard it was painful and the small sacks beneath it had swollen
to several times the size they used to be. In a motion as old as nature
itself, he began sliding his hips back and forth. He could feel something
brushing either side of his shaft and a slight bump at the beginning of each
stroke. Whenever the tip of his shaft bumped that point, Phoebe would jerk and
gasp as if in pain. The look on her face was anything but one of pain though.
Realizing that if they kept standing, they would probably fall down, Arnold
slowly eased Phoebe over to the large, overstuffed couch in one corner of the
lounge. He was careful to keep his shaft in contact with Phoebe, so the trip
took several seconds. Phoebe gave absolutely no resistance as he laid her back
onto the couch. Instead, she reached out for him again as he stood over her.
"Please, Arnold. Please come down here with me." Her voice seemed breathless
and she had an odd look in her eyes as she stared at him. Her legs were
completely open now and Arnold could see her cleft in full detail. It seemed
red and very swollen. The little bump he had felt seconds before seemed bigger
and some sort of dampness coated all of it and her thighs.
Arnold felt a warm feeling in his heart as he stared at the girl. Something
about the way she lay and the way she talked appealed to him. "Sure, Phoeb."
He climbed onto the couch and between her legs so that he could press his
erection back onto her place. He groaned as he felt the warmth surround him
again. "Oh, Phoebe, that feels so good," he said as he slid his hips forward
even more.
Phoebe had once again retreated to the warm place. The feeling of her friend's
thing was wonderful. It felt so hot and smooth against her privates. When he
moved his hips a certain way, she felt his thing hit a spot right at the top of
her cleft. The intense pleasure this brought made her moan and jerk her hips
upwards to meet him. At one of these jerks, she felt his thing stop its
downward slide and press against something. Before she could even wonder what
was happening, she felt it somehow slide inside of her.
"Ah, Phoebe!" Arnold was just as surprised as the girl was when he felt his
erection press against something, then pop inside. With a great effort, he
stopped himself from going further. A tight ring surrounded his shaft and
incredible feelings of pleasure were travelling up it. His hips kept twitching
forward on their own accord, but he managed to keep them mostly still.
Phoebe's eyes shot open wide as she felt Arnold's shaft pressing inside of her.
She looked down to where their two bodies were joined. She could still see
most of Arnold's thing, but she cold feel a part of it moving very slightly
inside of her. She felt very stretched inside, but it wasn't an unpleasant
sensation. Far from it. She could feel little tingles of pleasure in her
privates as Arnold moved inside of her. Still, she was almost certain this
was not something that they should be doing, nice feeling or not. She was
about to shyly suggest they stop when the school bell range and startled both
of them.
Arnold reacted to the unexpected sound by jerking his head up to look around.
This action caused his hips to snap forward hard. Phoebe felt an odd pressure
for a split second and then Arnold's thing slid all the way inside of her.
Again, her mind retreated to the warm place and left her body in charge.
Without hesitation, her hips rose up to meet Arnold's thrust and her legs
wrapped themselves around his thin waist. A girlish moan was all she could
manage at she felt him press deeper inside of her.
Arnold's highly intelligent and analytical mind had been doing a fine job of
maintaining some form of control, even in this unusual situation. After all,
it wasn't that much different than some of the field trips that Miss Frizzell
had taken them on. But the moment he felt himself buried completely inside of
his classmate, he lost it. Instincts that were ancient when man was young took
over. He began pumping his shaft in and out of Phoebe. The incredible
dampness and warmth inside her drove him into a frenzy. He could feel an
incredible pressure building inside of him and he knew that he had to rid
himself of it anyway he could. He began pumping faster and harder.
Phoebe too, could feel something building inside of her. Her tiny nipples
ached and her privates were on fire with pleasure. Each time Arnold bottomed
out inside of her, his pelvis pressed against that strange bump and sent her
off on new levels of desire and joy. She began to shove her tiny hips up to
meet him and use her legs to pull him down harder on every stroke. Finally,
just when she thought she would die from all the pleasure, some dam broke
inside of her and waves of sheer ecstasy erupted in her privates. Her hips
frantically began thrusting up to meet the boy's thrusts. All semblance of
logical thought vanished as she experienced her first orgasm.
Arnold felt this and groaned. It felt like something inside of Phoebe was
pulling on his shaft, almost milking it. The pressure was becoming unbearable
and he felt like he was about to pee. He frantically tried to pull out of
Phoebe before he did it, but her legs held him securely as her hips and
privates pulled him deeper. Finally, he could resist no more and felt
something shoot from the end of his shaft. He moaned deeply at the feeling as
he emptied himself inside of his friend. Now, instead of trying to escape, he
was pressing harder into her. The sacks under his penis seemed to deflate as
he pumped more and more liquid into her.
Finally, both children were spent and lying in each other's arms on the couch.
Both were sweaty and sore, but both of them felt very content and close.
Sleepily, Phoebe opened one eye and looked at Arnold. "At my old school, we
never did anything like that."
HighlandDreams
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