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Subject: {ASSM} ...Make Me Feel So Damned Unpretty, Part 9: Charmed and Dangerous (Jennifer Garner, Jessica Alba, Holly Marie Combs, Alyssa Milano, Michelle Trachtenberg, Eliza Dushku, Rose McGowan, mF, FF, mmf, oral, con, mast, anal)
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The real people as presented in this story
are not intended to be portrayed as they are in real
life. The fictional characters are the properties of 3
Arts Entertainment, Bad Robot, Cameron/Eglee
Productions, Deedle-Dee Productions, Disney
Enterprises, Hanna-Barbera Cartoons, Judgemental
Films, Kuzui Enterprises, Marathon Animation, Mutant
Enemy Inc., Paramount Pictures Corporation,
Renaissance Pictures, Sandollar Television, Spelling
Television, TF1, Touchstone Television, Twentieth
Century Fox Film Corporation and Universal Worldwide
Television, and are used here purely for fantasy
purposes. The content here isn't meant for under-18s.
First published on Celeb Sex Stories Archive.

Previous chapters:
1. So It Begins...
2. Female Trouble
3. Conversations With Dead People
4. Kimitation Nation
5. Something Wicca This Way Comes
6. Second Double
7. Hit A Sista Back
8. Doppelgangland

* * * * * * * * * *

Howard's mother dangled the plug in front of his eyes,
she convinced that she was doing something positive,
he boiling with anger. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Howard
yelled at his mother. "Do you have ANY IDEA WHAT YOU
JUST DID?!?"

"Stopped you from writing any more of that filth you
like," his mother replied. "You'll thank me for this
one day."

"Plug it back in," Howard seethed. "PLUG IT BACK IN!"

"Of course," mum agreed, safe in the knowledge that
his work was now deleted forever, and put the power
back on. "But I need you to give me the notes you did
for that story you were writing as well, and don't try
and tell me you don't have any." 

The sullen lad handed over the paper on which he had
fleshed out Velma's specification; she studied it, and
took out her cigarette lighter. Howard watched her
incinerate "Fantasy Crossover 3: The Charmed Ones Meet
Dawn Summers," with a satisfied look on her face.

"That's a start," she said. "Now how about the rest?"

"Can't they wait until tomorrow?"

Howard's mother nodded. "All right; the parental
controls can wait. Trust me, kid; you'll thank me for
this one day." 

She finally left him alone, and the lad sat down at
the keyboard again. She had indeed destroyed his
outline, and Howard did find it easier to write when
he had something to refer to. Usually. But he had
managed to write "The Undiscovered Country," a short
story about Hilary Duff and Raven-Symone discovering
the joys of masturbation singly and together, off the
cuff one night; if he could do it once, he could do it
again. He cast his eyes to the pictures on the wall
above him, for inspiration.

"This one's for you, ladies," he said softly, and
started to write, as Jessica Alba and Jennifer Garner
gazed down on him fondly.

* * * * * * * * * *

Jennifer and Sydney reflected on how cooperative
Clover had been; she had told them everything apart
from Velma's favourite colours. (Purple and orange.)
But the thing she had told them of the most importance
was where Velma was going to be - she was going to be
sitting in on the final teaming. Not taking part, just
watching (pervert). The two women couldn't believe
just how easy this was going to be; they were speeding
to Lisa Thompson's house, and as soon as they got
there it would be all over.

And now they were - "Pull over!" Jennifer shouted
suddenly. "I know that car! It's Scott..."

"Scott can wait," Sydney replied, and yelled an
instant later as Jennifer slammed on the brakes.

"He's still my husband!" she shouted, and ran out of
the car as it skidded to a stop, racing towards the
other one, her head filled with questions; at least
one of which was answered when she looked inside. Her
husband and Michael Weatherly were in there, slowly
starting to awaken.

Jennifer peered closer, seeing that they were trying
to say something. "Scott?" she asked. "Mike?"

Scott blearily turned his head to face Jennifer.
"Hey..."

"What happened to you?" she asked, opening the car
door as Sydney caught up with them, taking in the
situation at a glance.

"Ellen happened to us... we were following Max... you
gotta stop her..."

* * * * * * * * * *

Clover was still back at Jennifer's place. It was true
that her toe had grown back good as new, and that she
had given them the information they wanted, but
neither had been that eager to let her go, which is
why she was still tied up. And these live ones really
knew their business too - it wasn't even like she
could slip out of it. Roger Rabbit was right; you
could only do it if it was funny, and she didn't feel
like laughing now.

It wasn't even like she had brought something that she
could cut herself loose with. Clover began to wonder
if she could wear down the rope by rubbing it up and
down the radiator pipe she was tied to... it would
take her a while, but it was a chance...

* * * * * * * * * *

All roads led to Lisa's house that early morning,
including the ones being taken, separately, by Rose
McGowan and Alyssa Milano. Alyssa was fretting about
having to come out there; she was no stranger to
after-show festivities, but they usually had a
gathering at her place or Rose's, or occasionally even
Holly's. (And when Shannen had been on the show...)
But given who the guests were, and given how they had
all gotten the feeling that this was going to be one
of their better shows (even Alyssa knew that strict
quality control was not one of "Charmed"'s strong
points), she felt she could stretch a point.

"Damn, girl gets paid a lot!" she laughed as she drew
up to the side entrance of Lisa's house, jumped out of
her car and ran over to the front door, wondering how
Rose was doing with her instructions; she wasn't too
good behind the wheel...

"What kept you?" Rose grinned, answering the door in a
teddy, the lads she had been with earlier on either
side, one licking her ear, the other sinking his teeth
into one of her boobs. "Come on, Micelli, the party's
been on for a while..."

"Who needs Michelle?" the younger boy murmured as he
tasted Rose's tits. "I love you, McGowan..."

"Don't knock Dawn," the older kid tut-tutted. "But
Rose IS fine..."

Alyssa edged by Rose and the Trachtenbergites, and
made her way inside, listening to the increasing
noise.
Gasping, cursing... yep, it sounded like someone was
getting lucky. The someone, she soon found out, was
Shego, lying on the carpet as Holly/Evil Piper lay on
HER carpet. Shego was naked, writhing and giving vent
to some very un-Disney Channel-ish language as she
felt Evil Piper's mouth between her legs, with the
real lady rubbing her all over as she licked.

"Mmmmm... ummmmm.... ahhhh..." Evil Piper never talked
much when she was on the job. She was always hungry
for the sex of either gender, and if it was as nice as
Shego's all the better. Alyssa was glad that the
toon's eyes were closed so she couldn't see that her
audience was getting hot and bothered watching, but
she was also studying Evil Piper's gyrating body as
the bad witch munched. There were little beads of
sweat breaking out all over, and E.P.'s legs were open
slightly. Alyssa's eyes travelled down her horny bare
back to the little fuzz that she could see poking out
between her legs. Surely a little taste wouldn't do
any harm...

"Shego here is just Piper's appetizer," Max laughed
behind her. "Wait'll you see who the main course is -
Velma's warming her up now," she added, leading a
curious Alyssa into the next room. "Alyssa, meet..."

Max's voice tailed off as she saw the mess in that
room. There were all the signs of a massive fight,
which had been hidden due to the thickness of the
walls. On the sofa there was a stunned, wounded
female, who had put up a strong battle but been
overpowered by the rage of her opponent.

"Where the FUCK is Trachtenberg?!" Max shouted at
Velma/Lisa.

"I tried to hold her while you and Ellen were having
your fun..." Velma mumbled. "That kid's tougher than I
thought she'd be..."

"Wait, Michelle's here?" Alyssa asked.

"Where'd she go?" Max asked.

"Upstairs... all the doors are locked but she might
try and get out through a window..." but by that time
Max and Alyssa were off after her, racing upstairs and
splitting up, Max taking the left, Alyssa the right.
Each went checking room after room, but not a sign of
her yet. But Michelle couldn't get far, that they were
willing to bet on.

Up on the roof, Michelle Trachtenberg sat shivering in
the early morning, hoping and praying that they
wouldn't look up here. Otherwise, there would be no
place to go but down...

* * * * * * * * * *

Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Gabrielle Union arrived
on the location for the fight, pleased that she was
there early, even if her co-stars weren't. Gabby had
heard the stories, and she figured that one of her
co-stars was getting what the English called "a leg
over." Well, it was a cold morning, and they needed
all the warmth they could get.

On the other side of the location, Brittany Murphy/Tal
was complaining. Not because it was cold, or because
the (quite nice) body she was in was older than she
remembered - after all, this was 2003 and "Clueless"
came out in 1995 - but because she was being held back
from fucking Tracy/Luanne.

"C'mon, I need her! I deSERVE her!!!" she howled as
Faith held her back with one arm while the brunette
nuzzled Tracy's neck.

"Told you, it's not safe - you can't have two people
brought to life by the same person fucking, even where
we come from. Who knows what'll happen..." Tracy
murmured. "How about eating my pussy, Faith?"

"No time," Faith replied with regret. "But you can
munch me, Tally."

Tal didn't want to fuck Faith; she wanted Tracy.
"Screw it," she muttered, as the other two embraced.
"I'll just watch..."

She did have to admit that studying Tracy as she dug
her hands into Faith's flesh was good fun. If nothing
else, they were sure getting warm this morning, even
if they were only indulging in heavy petting. VERY
heavy petting; their tongues were now deep inside each
other's mouths as they felt each other. Faith was deep
down not wanting the day production ended to arrive,
but on the other hand she could still be Tracy's
secret lover; she didn't want to be Luann's...

"HEY! You're changing again!" Tal squealed as Tracy's
legs began to transform from live to animation.

"Sorry - I keep forgetting myself when I'm around,"
Tracy muttered, taking her mind off Faith's lips for a
moment and bringing herself back to normal.

"You know, if you ever bring that in control it might
be fun for you to try and change back and forth one
day," Faith beamed. "After we've handled Gabby, that
is. Now come on, we've gotta finish this later..."

* * * * * * * * * *

"So who's going to go and ask where they went?"
Brittany queried outside the studios.

"We might not have to ask," Kirsten suggested. "We've
got witches here, remember?"

"Oh yeah, you can scry for Piper!" Jessica agreed.
"Find Piper, we find all the others. Or maybe you
could find something of mine... I mean Max's... in the
studio, get something off it."

"I can't turn my powers on and off," Phoebe pointed
out. "But it's worth a try." And the others stayed in
the shadows as she crossed the street, glad that it
was a cold night - it made her nipples stand out,
which made it a bit easier to charm the guards, except
on nights when that lice-infested heterophobe Shelley
was on duty. Luckily he wasn't...

Safely inside, and explaining that she had returned to
get back a bag she had left on set, Phoebe was soon
searching for something that she could use. Jessica...
MAX... had gotten the key guest room, and the psychic
witch was handling anything and everything she could.
Lipstick, tissues, the chair, anything - nothing. Not
a trace.

"It's like I said," she said to herself picking up
Max's copy of the episode script. "You can't turn it
on and OFFF - "
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"No!!! NO!!! OH GOD NO!!!!" Michelle begged and prayed
for the women to stop, but Max had all the strength on
her side, and Velma was no less determined. The two
women held the kicking and fighting teenager down on
the lawn as Piper grasped her thighs, spread them
apart, and prepared to plunge the massive strap-on she
was wearing deep into Michelle, ignoring the girl's
screams...
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Phoebe flung the script to the far side of the room
and backed away. It would be a far less ebullient Miss
Halliwell who would carry a handbag and say goodnight
to the guard in a few minutes; she had found what she
was looking for, and wished she hadn't.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Thanks for the ride," Brin told the driver
cheerfully, as he stopped several streets away from
Lisa's place.

"My pleasure," the driver replied, looking at Brin's
trim body with interest. "Hope you find what you're
looking for."

"Oh, I will," she smiled, carrying her package as she
got out of the car, feeling the man's eyes lingering
on her rump. Brin secretly resented the way he had
kept looking at her with undisguised lust ever since
he had picked her up thinking she was a hitchhiker,
but he had gotten her a lot closer to where she wanted
to go, and he hadn't tried anything. She figured the
least she could do was let him live.

Besides, she'd already left two corpses on her way to
paying Alba back.

* * * * * * * * * *

Jennifer and Sydney brought up the car right outside
Lisa's house, with the guys in the back seat; they
were okay, but neither was in anything like a good
condition to go in there and help out. In this case,
the best man for the job... and so on.

"But if you see anyone coming who isn't a friend..."
and Sydney gave Scott her spare gun. "It may be from
my world, but it fires real bullets."

"I don't know how to use one of these things."

"Okay, follow these rules. One - point it at someone.
Two - pull the trigger."

* * * * * * * * * *

Max and Alyssa were running out of rooms to search,
and Michelle's spirits were starting to rise. She had
been up here for a little while, and they hadn't
thought to come up here... maybe she'd be safe? She
started to get up, thinking that she could make her
way to the rear of the roof, jump down to the fire
escape, climb down and run like hell. The gangling
teenager stretched, and made her way along the roof.

It was still pretty cold, but Michelle was warming up
at the thought of getting away... not a sound was
coming from behind her. She reached the edge of the
roof where she knew the fire escape was, and levered
herself over the edge.

"Gee, now that's service," Max, waiting below on the
fire escape, said kindly as she "caught" Michelle.
"Now are you gonna give us a hard time or are you
going to play along?"

Michelle played along...

* * * * * * * * * *

The distance to Lisa's house was so far that Paige
couldn't orb all of them there at once, so the sensual
Wiccan had to make several round trips; the horrified
Phoebe and Holly Marie first, followed by Kirsten and
Brittany, then the Gabriel sisters, and finally Paige,
SMG and Jessica. When the latter three materialized,
Paige apologising for not being able to bring all of
them so far, and the others telling her not to be so
damn stupid because none of THEM could orb at all,
they quickly decided that they'd split into two
groups. At around the same time, Jennifer and Sydney
arrived, and also decided to split up.

And also around that time, Brin arrived on the scene.
She started to look for Jessica...

Michelle had behaved herself as she was carried down
to the ground by Max and Alyssa, and brought face to
face with Velma. "Thanks for your help, Alyssa. You go
now," she told her.

"But what about - " Alyssa started, and froze.
Michelle gaped at the woman; she was standing there,
still as a statue. She touched Alyssa gingerly; not a
movement.

"That bitch can be really annoying," Evil Piper
commented as she strode up to them. "Now let's get the
show on the road. I could freeze you as well, but it's
not as much fun if they don't squirm a bit -  I
learned that the hard way."

While Evil Piper disrobed, Michelle started to run
anyway, but Max clutched her and threw her onto the
grass, as Velma tore at her clothes, exposing the
teenager's body to the night air. She was really quite
beautiful, but none of them were interested in doing a
Vivid Video tape right now. Michelle repeated tried to
get up, horrified of what was going to happen.

"Alyssa, HELP!!!" she begged the frozen woman,
standing just inches from her, not even knowing what
was happening. She clamped her thighs together tightly
in a last ditch effort, but Velma slapped her hard
across the face, and as her body reacted her legs
relaxed. She had no time to try and run again as she
was pinned to the grass.

Velma carefully felt Michelle's pussy. "You're in
luck, Piper," she told the witch with a grin. "You'll
be the first to do her."

"Always a bonus," Evil Piper chuckled.

"No!!! NO!!! OH GOD NO!!!!" Michelle begged and prayed
for the women to stop, but Max had all the strength on
her side, and Velma was no less determined. The two
women held the kicking and fighting teenager down on
the lawn as Piper grasped her thighs, spread them
apart, and prepared to plunge the massive strap-on she
was wearing deep into Michelle, ignoring the girl's
screams.

"Damn, I want to get those sweet jugs of yours in my
mouth..." Evil Piper grinned, and pulled herself back
to enter - as she was knocked off the terrified girl
by another woman, who came flying out of what seemed
like nowhere.

"Hey, I want to stand in for Letterman, but that's
never gonna happen either," Holly Marie Combs snarled,
and smashed Evil Piper in the face. Evil Piper made a
hand motion Holly recognised very well, and darted out
of the way just as she let loose. A moment later Evil
Piper howled as she unintentionally "vanquished" Max,
who was in the line of fire, and sent her Express
Delivery back to her own world.

"Ah, FUCK! Still, it's not like I need her to deal
with you..."

Michelle, meanwhile, was still in the thick of things;
she was being held down by Velma, whose hands were
stroking her legs. "You ever been to my home turf?"
she asked. "You'll love it, I guarantee..."

"I don't wanna go... to where you came from..."
Michelle grunted.

"Well, you're going there anyway!"

Michelle lunged upwards and scratched Velma's face
hard, digging the nails in to get the message home.
"You fucking BRAT!!!" Velma yelled, and grabbed a
nearby rock as Michelle started anew to scrabble free,
praying she could get out from under before Velma
smashed her head open, but fearing she wouldn't...

A bullet flew out of Velma's forehead, freezing her
evil expression. The rock rolled out of her hands and
landed harmlessly away from Michelle as the woman
collapsed, revealing Sydney Bristow and Jennifer
Garner behind her. This time it was Jennifer who had
fired.

"How the hell did this...?" Velma tried to think, as
at his keyboard Howard Johnson finished writing finis
to Velma's career and pressed "Send," posting the
story of how Michelle Trachtenberg had been saved from
being raped and making it, therefore, canon. He'd gone
along with Velma's outline until the key moment of
Evil Piper about to enter Michelle, and he it was who
had also written in the others. Having them all
congregate at the house wasn't the tidiest bit of
writing he had ever done, but it was a rush job, the
same way Whedon's rewrite of the show that robbed him
of regular Jessica Alba had been a rush job. Now he
could take a bit more time to work in some more
pleasant sex.

The problem was, Howard hadn't written in all the
elements. For instance, he hadn't written in the
Gabriels, and neither had he had any resposibility for
Brin. He had also had no idea of something else...

"I told you to go for her shoulder!" Sydney snapped as
the two ran towards Michelle, who had finally gotten
out from under the woman.

"She was going to kill the girl!" Jennifer argued.

"But we need her alive... we still have to know what
happened to Middleton!" Sydney pointed out, and turned
Velma over, knowing even before she turned her that
she wouldn't have much time. Michelle was up and
running in a flash before the others could stop her.

"She can't help you anymore," Evil Piper rasped,
standing over a newly frozen Holly Marie Combs, caught
in the act of trying to evade a spell. "But I can...
I'll tell you what she did to Middleton and how to put
things back the way they were. But it'll cost you."

"What?" Jennifer asked.

"Bring back sweetcheeks and let me finish what I
started," Evil Piper replied.

"Do you know what'll happen if you - " Sydney started.

"It's not like you've got a choice, is it?" Evil Piper
answered. "You're lucky I didn't freeze you two as
well." It was then that Jennifer and Sydney noticed
that Brittany, Kirsten, and Sarah were also petrified
around them...

* * * * * * * * * *

Clover finished freeing herself, and having had plenty
of time to think over what she should do next, she let
herself out and started to make her way back to
Disneyland. She really wanted to spend some more time
in this world, but she still had to hide before the
Crossover could happen. The hologram excuse wasn't
going to last forever.

One good thing about being a cartoon - you could run
really fast when you wanted to; she was back at the
Magic Kingdom in no time flat. It wouldn't be long
before she was with her friends again, and she could
work off some more of her fury. And she knew just who
the unfortunate punching bag would be. "Kimberly Ann
Possible, you're mine," she thought merrily.

* * * * * * * * * *

The script called for Gabrielle to have a full-on bout
with Eliza and Tracy; Eliza's "Buffy the Vampire
Slayer" training stood her on firmer ground than
Gabrielle, but she had had enough lessons to look
convincing in a pinch. With cameras rolling, the women
took to the floor - well, the field, to start a
knockdown drag-out brawl that would take them right
inside a building where the fighting would continue.
Gabrielle was meant to get the upper hand and have the
drop on them before Brittany came swinging in and
knocked her through the rotting floor into a deep and
cavernous basement, where she - a few edits later -
would be impaled on a convenient pipe. Realism was not
this movie's strong point.

Gabrielle would try to shoot them the way she had shot
their best friend earlier, but Eliza/Faith had knocked
the gun out of her hands and Gabrielle, in line with
the script, had nodded and beckoned at them to come
for her. The heroes had done so, and blows were being
exchanged thick and fast - but from the start
Gabrielle was uneasy. They were landing too close to
be just stunts; she was fighting back powerfully, but
despite landing some good blows she wasn't raising
even a drop of blood. And though they were going to
the script, Tracy seemed to be taking too much
pleasure...

She couldn't be fighting Faith, could she? And she
knew that when Faith got into the spirit - Gabrielle's
mouth exploded as Faith kicked her in it. She could
taste the blood and a chipped tooth as Faith pummeled
her torso and sent her flying through the wall into
the building. Faith and Tracy high-fived each other as
they jumped in after her.

"Finish the bitch?" Faith whispered.

"Finish the bitch," Tracy replied.

Gabrielle scrabbled through what she knew about her
show as the two women advanced on her, all the while
acting like she was ready to fight on. "Faith, wait...
I thought you were a reformed psycho!" she said, low
enough for only them to hear.

"That was just for show, Gabby," Tracy replied. "Deep
down she's still the same old Faith."

"I wasn't talking to you, Luanne."

"Don't mention that girl to me, Union," she replied,
but she had been shaken for a second.

"She's got a point, missy," Faith said. "We like it up
here... no danger of being called up to relive our
past over and over and over in a friggin' rerun, being
a real person... that's why we're doing the Crossover.
As soon as Piper pokes that little bitch who plays
Dawn... you know, we were gonna let you live to see it
happen, but you know what these sets are like..."

She stamped the floor in front of Gabrielle, and it
gave beneath her. The actress leaped away from the gap
that opened, and stood teetering on the edge - she
could see the floor of the basement fifty feet below.

"You just can't get the help these days, can you?"
Tracy giggled. "And Revolution wanted to use makeup
effects to make it look like you got speared..."

* * * * * * * * * *

Brin studied the other team from her vantage point.
She had no idea what Eliza Dushku was doing there -
maybe she was doing location shooting for her movie or
something. All she knew was that she was down there
with some friends of hers... two of the bimbos from
that Spelling show about witches, Dawn off Buffy -
YES! There she was. Brin leaped to her feet and
started to tail Jessica, who was sticking close to the
others, but just slightly behind.

Brin figured that if she could separate her from the
others, getting her away from there would be
simplicity itself. Strong and fast though she was,
even she couldn't run in there and sweep her off her
feet that quickly... or could she?

On the TV show, it was all done with special
photography. But this was real life, so one moment
Jessica was going along with the group towards the
house, the next moment there was a blur, a cry... and
the group, which formerly held six, now had five, all
on the ground out cold. Brin had overpowered them with
speed and was racing towards the house, a freshly
unconscious Jessica on her shoulder. She ran towards
the back, making for the fire escape - she wanted to
give Miss Alba a choice on how to die...

* * * * * * * * * * *

She regained consciousness soon afterwards, finding
herself on the roof of the mansion; Brin was standing
in front of her, wielding the sword.

"I've been waiting for this moment for two years,
Alba."

"What are you talking about - " and she winced as Brin
made a snickety-snick motion with the blade, slicing a
cut into her cheek.

"You left me cuffed to the wall at the end of the
first season! Remember? They never gave me any kind of
closure, so I had to stay there in limbo... either
that or wait for repeats so I had to go through it all
again. Okay, some Fans speculated that Madame X caught
me and killed me, but the Creators never bothered to
do that... and now the woman who played me was on
'Dawson's Creek.' Do you know how humiliating that is?
DO YOU?!"

"What do you want...?"

"I want you to die," Brin hissed, and dragged her
captive up by her hair. "The battle ends, and I win.
But you've got a choice. You can jump, or..." and she
twirled the blade in front of the multiracial lady's
face. Brin enjoyed the look of fear in her eyes as she
faced the choice. "You got three seconds."

"Look... you're making a terrible mistake. I can prove
it to YOUUUU---" She gurgled out her last breath as
Brin thrust the sword clean through her heart,
twisting it for extra impact. Oh, it had been sooooo
easy... and no one would be able to find her, because
as soon as the talentless airhead was dead Brin would
be on her way back to her own turf. She pulled back
the sword and watched the dying woman fall onto the
roof, wiping the blood on her forehead.

"You've been good to me," Brin said to the sword, and
turned to see Melissa Gabriel standing there, with
company - once they had realised one of their own was
missing Paige had brought them all onto the roof, but
they had arrived too late to stop her. Melissa's face
had an expression that caused Brin's blood to run
cold, Phoebe's face was drained almost white, and
Paige looked as if she had had her heart cut out, but
the woman standing next to her really shocked her.

"That was her sister you just killed, you
one-dimensional shit," Jessica Alba said quietly.

"That was the woman I loved," Paige said.

"The woman WE loved," Phoebe added.

Brin threw her head back to gape at Ashley Gabriel's
corpse. But she looked just like Jessica... when she
faced them again, the Halliwells and Melissa were
muttering a set of strange words. Whatever they were,
they were forcing Brin to lift the sword up. And turn
it so the blade was aiming for her. And bring it down
directly into her chest; she couldn't scream because
she had sliced her vocal cords in the process. 

"You should've left well enough alone," Jessica told
her, as the transgenic started to turn wildly while
the chanting continued; the roof started to fall away
under Brin, opening up to reveal not the rooms inside,
but a bright red chasm into which the transgenic
plunged, taking the sword with her.

"She won't die," Paige said as the spell ended. "She's
back to another kind of limbo - limbo in a loop. As
far as she's concerned, she hasn't even left."

Indeed, Brin's fall had gone black for a few seconds,
then when she "awoke" she found herself back on the
roof, facing Paige, Phoebe and Melissa again. They
were muttering a set of strange words. Whatever they
were, they were forcing Brin to lift the sword up. And
turn it so the blade was aiming for her. And bring it
down directly into her chest; she couldn't scream
because she had sliced her vocal cords in the process.
"You should've left well enough alone," Jessica told
her, as the transgenic started to turn wildly while
the chanting continued; the roof started to fall away
under Brin, opening up to reveal not the rooms inside,
but a bright red chasm into which the transgenic
plunged, taking the sword with her. Brin's fall had
gone black for a few seconds, then when she "awoke"
she found herself back on the roof, facing Paige,
Phoebe and Melissa again. They were muttering a set of
strange words. Whatever they were, they were forcing
Brin to lift the sword up...

* * * * * * * * * *

Tracy and Faith jumped across the gap to join
Gabrielle, who jumped back herself. The floor under
her cracked and shook, but it didn't give way.
"Please... don't do this," she begged.

"Why not? Won't hurt us none," Faith pointed out.

"Remember back when you and Shego came to get me?"
Gabrielle argued, as she heard another crack - the
floor wouldn't hold out for much longer. "And Sydney
shot the two of you? It hurt, and it was for real."

"That wasn't me," Tracy snapped. "That was NOT ME!"

"But it was me," Tracy added, talking in another voice
as her face started to change. "She's right - it
really did hurt... and it wasn't just for a few
seconds like back home... SHUT UP, LUANNE!" she added
in her own voice. "We've got it made up here..."

"But you've still gotta follow some of the rules,
don't you?" Gabrielle added, eyeing the rear window
and edging towards it. "And one of them is, up here
people actually do get hurt. Even Superman died once."

"Oh, that thing? We didn't buy that either," Faith
scoffed.

"Think about it. You've got more powers but up here
you're not immortal - it's only in your place that you
live forever." Gabrielle moved closer to the window.

"Live forever?" Luanne/Tracy asked, her face looking
more like Luanne and less like Tracy. "We can make you
guys unnecessary... but we can't live forever here."

"That's right. Doesn't matter how rich you get, how
famous you are, how many guys you turn on, in the end
everyone up here goes the same way. But back where
you're from you've got it made."

"So why don't you join us then?" Faith asked, placing
her foot near a crack.

"Because I believe in keeping it real," Gabrielle
answered.

"Fine. This is as real as it's gonna get," Faith
snapped, and raised her foot. Gabrielle turned tail
and ran for the window as she heard Faith bring her
foot down; the cracks in the floor widened, boards
gave way and a great gap opened up as the floor
collapsed... but by then Gabrielle had leaped through
the window to land on the grass outside, and could
hear the crashes as the boards plummeted onto the
basement floor. She looked back through the window as
the crew rushed towards the building, and they all saw
Tracy and Faith clinging to jutting-out boards,
desperately trying to climb up onto the remaining
floor.

"Help us...!" Tracy begged, seeing Gabrielle and the
crew, but none of them dared go inside for fear of
sending the rest of the rotting floorboards loose.
"You can't leave us here like this!" she cried, as she
heard some snapping; she had been convinced that she
couldn't really die up here - but what if Gabrielle
was right? What if Luanne was right? "PLEASE - ONE OF
YOU HELP!!!" she screamed, as Faith kept trying to get
her legs up to the boards, but couldn't make it. She
just couldn't, no matter how hard she tried. And now
she was going to fall onto that solid concrete
below...

"Get a grip!" Tracy and Faith snapped their heads to
the source of the voice - it was Tal/Brittany, who had
been the only one brave enough to venture inside. She
was lying flat on the boards, her hands stretched out
towards the two ladies. Faith and Tracy let one hand
each go to grab their rescuer, and she took hold hard,
raising each one with as much strength as she could;
Tal tried to make her way back, aiming to pull them
up. A crew member made his way towards her legs to
pull them all in, but he never got there - the boards
began to give.

"USE YOUR OTHER HANDS!" Tal/Brittany squealed, knowing
that this was their only chance.

"What for?!" Faith shouted.

"YOU KNOW WHAT FOR!!!"

Faith knew. She always had survival in mind, and this
was the only way they would survive. She swung her
legs outward and wrapped them around Tracy/Luanne,
bringing her closer, and Faith shoved her free hand
into her protesting colleague's jeans... 

Apart from Gabrielle, nobody there would breathe a
word about what happened next, because they knew
nobody would believe they had seen one young woman
rapidly finger-fuck another woman and generate a
green-lighted opening underneath them just before the
last boards gave way, sending Brittany Murphy, Eliza
Dushku and Tracy Ryan (or to give their real names,
Tal, Faith and Luanne) plunging not to their deaths
but into the vortex taking them back to their own
dimension, and closing up with nothing but floorboards
to leave any indication that something had happened.
The official story would be that Tracy Ryan had
disappeared on location, presumed dead, but no body
would ever be found. Only Gabrielle and the few people
she would tell would ever know the truth.

Tracy Ryan's glittering career was over before it had
even begun.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Great to be back home," Clover sighed inside the
Castle. She had gotten onto the grounds easily enough
- super speed and all - and she was feeling on top of
the world as she got back through the door. From
there, she'd soon be back on her home turf. But first,
she'd be joining her friends in playing with Kim.
Ooooh yeah, that was gonna be fun...

"What kept you, Cloe?" asked Kim, facing the WOOHP
girl when she arrived. Clover's eyes bugged out like a
badly-drawn Japanese-style girl's; Sam and Alex had
been gagged and bound, and Kim was dandling some
lengths of rope in her hands. Clover's colleagues were
looking at her, imploring her for help... she was on
the verge of giving it to them, but Kim threw her an
expression that said it would be better for her to
stay right there. "You shouldn't have run off like
that," La Possible continued. "Made it more in our
favour."

"Our...?" Clover repeated.

"Think she could have done this without some help?"
Penelope chuckled. "They really like their bondage,
and now it's your turn." Clover then noticed that her
friends were naked, and before she could run Miss
Pitstop was on her, tearing her clothes off and
accepting Kim's ropes.

"What are you gonna do to me?!" she begged.

"Us? Nothing, darling," Penelope laughed.

"Them, on the other hand..." Kim added, and whistled
for the others to enter. Clover's gagged mouth
couldn't totally hide her howls as she watched a whole
batch of toons race in; from obscure characters like
the Impossibles and the Funky Phantom to more familiar
ones like (OH HEAVENS NO!) Fat Albert and Speed Racer,
the flow just kept coming. Kim patted Clover on the
head and stepped aside.

"Lie back and enjoy it," she suggested. "You're about
to become their B-E-Y-O-T-C-H." Thank goodness
spelling didn't count, she added.

* * * * * * * * * * * 

Clover had countless men on her; Michelle Trachtenberg
had only two. She had run like a mad woman all around
the house, and found herself slipping back inside,
theorizing that it would be the last place they would
look. Plus she could ferret out some clothes for her
to wear - 

Michelle saw she wasn't alone inside; Rose McGowan was
curled up, fast asleep. Flanking her from either side
were the two lads who'd come to the studio hoping to
see her. They were staring back at her as intensely as
she was staring at them; banging Rose had been nice,
but actually seeing their dream girl like this... as
for Michelle, it took a few moments before she
realised that there were two boys of around her age
seeing her naked. Even being next to someone who was
actually a grown woman didn't lessen the impact in
their eyes.

"You're..." the first boy said, unable to say anything
else due to what was in front of him.

"Look, I need you two to get out of here!"

"Why?"

"Uh... I need to get some clothes on!" Michelle
babbled, too late trying to cover up her boobs and
privates. "So should you!"

"Why?"

What was with these kids? "Because we're all in
danger!"

"Nothing's happened to us," the other boy argued.

"Not yet," Michelle pointed out. "Look, just trust
me... what do you want me to do, give you a blowjob?"

"That sounds really weird coming from you," the first
boy said.

"No no no," the second boy interrupted, beaming at
Michelle. "This is getting interesting."

"I thought you said you didn't need her."

"I lied," he told his friend, beckoning to Michelle to
come closer. She hesitated just a little, then started
to walk towards them. Maybe they could keep her safe -
she could hide with them until it was okay to come
out.

"Stop right there, Michelle," Sydney said behind her,
as the lads felt their blessings mount further. "I
don't want to have to hurt you..." Michelle's face
fell as she turned to see her soon-to-be-captor.

"You can't do this, Garner!"

"I'm not Garner... and believe me, I'm sorry."

"You're not..." the second boy started.

"Blow them, Trachtenberg."

"WHAT?!?"

"No one can know I was here tonight," Sydney
continued. "Boys, you want Michelle, right? I want
Michelle out of here, right? If she handles you two
you don't tell anyone about what happened here
tonight, and Michelle if you come with me afterwards I
give you my word that she won't get you."

"But - "

"Please... trust me."

Something in Sydney's voice made Michelle know she was
telling the truth. Casting her eyes on her horny fans,
she lowered herself to the ground and calmly took one
cock in each hand, starting as she felt them both
swell up. Weighing them in her palms, she looked at
them and beamed. "Who wants to go first?"

"Me!" shouted the second boy at once, and glared with
murderous envy at his friend as Michelle swallowed
said friend's cock right up to the hairless balls.
Experience was always welcome, but there was something
about watching someone who looked (and was) so young
sucking away on a prick that fixated the viewers; not
that Michelle had had much cock-time in the past, but
she certainly looked like she wasn't un-used to it.
The boy's envy at not being blown off vanished when he
felt her fingers fondling his prick. She was light and
easy to feel, rubbing and stroking his sacs and shaft
while her face concentrated on what was in her mouth.
The guys reached down and started to touch her, the
one getting fellated caressing her silky hair, the one
getting jacked running his hands down her naked back.
Michelle's sweet adolescent tits were soon on the
latter's hands, playing with them as she wanked him. 

The boy felt Michelle's little nipples as he heard his
friend cry and gasp out their lover's name, but he
mentally shut out his howls of orgasm; he was too busy
caressing Miss Trachtenberg's front. She also had
beautiful legs, but it was what was between them that
excited him the most; her snatch was hair-free and
lovely. Finding it harder to ignore Michelle's
handiwork, he extended his middle fingers and started
to thrust them into her, rewarded with a muffled gasp
from the girl; she jerked herself back, pushing her
taut little buttocks towards him. He ground his chest
against Michelle's bum, all the while continuing to
rub her box, and wondering if he could time his move
just right...

Michelle pulled back from the other lad just as he
screamed out her name, his cock pumping out the white
stuff - but he never got to see it land on her face,
because the second boy whirled her around, his own
cock red-hot and hard, and pulled her into his arms.
Now it was Michelle's turn to yell as she felt him
stuff his cock into her well-moistened pussy, drawing
part of the way out and ramming into her again. And
again. And AGAIN... she spread her coltish legs apart
and welcomed him all the way, relieved that there was
someone there who didn't want to off her. Behind her,
the other boy began to slap her ass with his
well-drained prick, pleased with what had happened,
but as jealous as all hell of his friend...

Sydney, watching all of this, wished she could join
in, but a deal was a deal. As soon as the lad had made
his dream come true by filling up Michelle
Trachtenberg, she had an appointment to keep.

* * * * * * * * * *

Sara Hathaway had been watching Howard's house ever
since she had followed him back home; Velma had
suggested she keep an eye on him "for insurance." Sara
had figured that it wouldn't be smart to just knock on
the door and go in - among her other gifts was a knack
for breaking and entering, and she had climbed up to
Howard's second floor bedroom, moved along to the room
next to it, and entered the house there. Padding
quietly along the hallway to Howard's room, she tested
the door... it was unlocked. He was the only one in
the house.

Sara carefully opened the door just a crack, so she
could see Howard writing away. Well, at least he was
doing his job... she took out a pair of binoculars so
she could see just what he was writing (she had to
reposition herself carefully but she could get the
screen in her line of vision). Focusing in and... Sara
just kept herself from screaming on seeing what he was
writing. He was penning something about Jennifer
Garner and Sydney Bristow, all right... but not what
she had in mind.

Quickly opening her laptop, she got online and found
alt.sex.stories.moderated, where their stories were
posted. There was one from albassexslave, newly
posted. Sara read it rapidly... and found out that
Velma was dead. Howard had written a tale about Evil
Piper and Velma trying to rape Michelle-as-Dawn, only
for Velma to be shot dead by Sydney. And in the second
instalment, Sydney would be consoling Michelle.

A few moments later, Howard's fingers were interrupted
by a blade being pressed to his throat. "You need to
work on that final draft, Johnson," Sara told him
coldly.

* * * * * * * * * *

Evil Piper nodded as Sydney and Jennifer arrived with
Michelle in tow, still naked, but looking more
subdued.

"What took you so long?"

"These girls can really run," Sydney explained. "Now
about our friends - "

"They'll be unfrozen when I'm finished, and not
before," Evil Piper interrupted. "Now let's get this
over with... why are you two still here?"

"We want to watch," Jennifer replied.

"Oh, you want to see how a professional does it? It's
your funeral... on the grass, mini-whore. It won't
take long."

"So I've heard," Sydney whispered to Jennifer, who
giggled.

"You're lucky I don't have time," Evil Piper retorted,
as Michelle lay on the grass and spread her legs for
the second time that evening, propping herself up as
if she was doing a photospread. The evil witch sported
her familiar weapon, and knelt with the cold, hard,
ribbed metal prodding against Michelle's cunt.

"Roll back a bit. Your body's supple enough, you can
do it... I want it up your butt while I'm still
looking in your face."

Michelle's ass was strictly one-way, but seeing the
expression in her eyes the girl had no choice. She
lifted herself and rolled back like a gymnast, leaving
her anus and snatch open at once as all the best nude
magazine models do. Evil Piper chuckled and slammed
her strap-on deep inside the hapless teenager's
asshole, enjoying the look on the girl's face as she
cored her. "Yes... YES... YES!!!!" she yelled as she
thrust away harder inside, fucking her fast and hard,
listening to Michelle's squeals and cries. Their
bodies rocked together as they tore out the grass,
their cries carrying all over the grounds. Even Rose,
only just awakening, heard it.

"AHHHHHH!!!" Michelle screamed, feeling Evil Piper's
weapon - she didn't feel you could just call it a
"strap-on" - pounding away and feeling the witch's
hands rubbing her all over to try and turn her on
further... trying? No, succeeding... she knew she had
no choice but to let Piper fuck her, and it was
working. "OH YEAH... OH FUCK ME PIPER FUCK ME FUCK ME
FUCK ME!!!!!"

"Don't worry," Evil Piper panted through gritted teeth
as she watched the young woman thrashing underneath
her in delight. "When we're finished I'll be able to
fuck you all you want, any time I want..."

She could feel herself starting to drip... it was
about to happen. Both women felt the climax coming as
they ground against each other... their screams and
cries were making for one big fuck-symphony... it was
so intense it was as if it was all one big flash of
light... and it WAS one big flash of light. For a
moment, Evil Piper thought that she had been so
carried away in the heat of the moment that she had
been hallucinating, but no - she was sure there had
been a flash. So what was...?

Never mind... Evil Piper gazed at Michelle with an
almost tender look, and then up at the witnesses. "So
you wanna know where Middleton's gone?" she asked.
"Velma wrote it out - it was those WOOHP girls' idea.
They persuaded her to have them all relocated to the
Ends of the Earth - you know, from "Aladdin," - and
leave KP for last; the show's still in production so
she couldn't have them vanish for good, but this just
sort of makes it tougher for the writers. Makes it
harder to have new episodes."

"So all we've got to do is get them back from there,"
Sydney replied.

"You bet... of course, it'll be a lot easier now that
the Crossover's a done deal."

Sydney and Jennifer both smiled all of a sudden,
confusing Evil Piper. "Why the grins? Look, I would
have known if I hadn't been fucking Michelle..."

"You were. Until just before you came," Melissa
Gabriel added from the floor. "The Crossover can't
happen until it's fully done with three couples,
remember? Just before you came she and I changed
over... great being a witch, isn't it?"

"Amen," Michelle Trachtenberg answered, resting
against a frozen SMG and sore.

"Well, it still only takes one more person to do it,"
Evil Piper snarled as she got up. "But it's not going
to be you, 'Shelle."

She waved and froze Sydney and Jennifer, leaving
Michelle untouched. "Too bad you've been so busy in
the sack tonight, huh? You'd be able to do some more
FloJo impressions if you could now. Well, any moment
now you'll be going a lot faster in a million
different directions. Got any last requests?" Without
waiting for a reply, she raised her fingers and
prepared to flash them at Michelle to blow the girl
into oblivion. Michelle tried to move back, but Evil
Piper moved her fingers slightly, freezing her legs
but leaving the top half untouched.

"A little extra touch there," she cackled. "I like it
when they beg for mercy..."

"Beg for THIS, bitch!" Melissa shouted from behind
them, and blew Evil Piper off her feet. The witch
roared with fury as she faced her adversary.

"GO TO HELL!!!" Evil Piper howled.

"After you," Melissa replied, and let off a blast just
as Evil Piper did. Michelle wailed as both witches
destroyed each other right before her eyes... Evil
Piper had only been sent back to her own world after
being eliminated from this one, but Melissa Gabriel -
who, like Ashley, hadn't been given life on film yet -
really was dead. The ones she had frozen were now
unfrozen, but Michelle had just seen herself die...
she couldn't go anywhere because of the shock. She
fell to her knees, willing herself to unsee what she
had just seen.

Shego, watching from inside, knew she couldn't do a
thing about what she had just seen. But she could
still bring about the Crossover. And she knew just who
she had to do to bring it about; she studied the
sleeping Rose McGowan ("What a lazy little cunt," she
thought). Shame it had to be full sex instead of a
handjob, and shame it wasn't that Charlize Theron
(Shego/Ellen agreed with Harmony about her being the
only person she'd really like a threesome with), but
any port in a storm. She lay down beside the fourth
sister and started to fondle her.

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