Message-ID: <44879asstr$1066727402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Cindylover1969@aol.com (CindyLover) X-Original-Message-ID: <ac4ef2df.0310202323.27b827c0@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2003 07:23:01 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 21 Oct 2003 00:23:01 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} ...Make Me Feel So Damned Unpretty, finale: Rewriting History (Jennifer Garner, Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst, Michelle Trachtenberg, Eliza Dushku, Brittany Murphy, Rose McGowan, Alyssa Milano, FF, mF, ff, mast, con, oral, anal) Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2003 05:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/44879> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw 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 Bad Robot, Disney Enterprises, Fireworks Entertainment, Hanna-Barbera Cartoons, Spelling Television, Touchstone Television and Warner Bros. International Television, are used here purely for fantasy purposes. The content here isn't meant for under-18s. First published on CSSA. 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 9. Charmed And Dangerous Note: I'll keep trying to repost Part 8, but if it still doesn't get through and anyone's interested, email me at cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk and I'll send you Part 8. * * * * * * * * * * Rose McGowan smelt lovely all over as Shego took the woman in her arms. If there was one thing that she agreed with the men in the real world on, it was that there needed to be more women with curves like Rosie here - all soft and yummy. She wanted to have sex with her slowly, enjoying her as thoroughly as possible... this one was too good to rush through it. Stroking Rose's big luscious tits, Shego had an ear out for any approaching noises... darn! The ladies had come out of the spell and they were heading for the house. Even she knew she couldn't beat all of them at once (this was the real world; they didn't obligingly come onto you one or two at a time here). She reluctantly released the still dozing Rose, and studied her regretfully; the porcelain skin, the delicious-looking snatch, the inviting lips. Too bad she had to go for men - she was too good for them... Men? Shego ran out of the room, an idea rising in her head. It had worked before, it could work again. By the time the massed women broke into the house, Ellen/Shego was gone. * * * * * * * * * * "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now," Sara Hathaway snapped, pressing the blade harder against Howard's throat. "Because you need me to write the stuff for you," Howard managed to say, sweating. "That's right. It's too late to change what you've already sent, but you can still work your magic on what's to come. Now, I'm sure you've thought a lot about Alba boffing Garner - " "That's been done," Howard interrupted, babbling. "It would be fun to write but it wouldn't be the first. That's why I've never done one about Willow playing with Buffy or Britney fucking Christina; done to death. That's why I like doing those Fantasy Crossovers; Samantha Stevens bringing Sabrina Spellman through time would be one to think about but - " and he yelped as Sara nicked his face. "SHUT UP! You WILL do one with Alba and Garner... or Max and Bristow, if you prefer. You didn't mind doing the one about Max and Phoebe." "You read that one?" "Read it? I heard about it from Phoebe herself - the girl's got quite a mouth on her... now start writing unless you want to meet Buffy." "She came back from the dead twice." "I meant the Buffy from 'Family Affair.' And I do NOT mean the version with that guy from 'Midnight Caller.'" Howard instantly visualised the two tele-babes together in a room... * * * * * * * * * * Shego wasn't the only one to make tracks from the house; the two boys had also decided discretion was the better part of valour, and had managed to escape the house, with visions of Rose McGowan and Michelle Trachtenberg waving their asses in their faces. They never told a soul about what had happened to them, fortunately for the ladies' careers. Michelle, outside, was still stunned over what had happened. She was unfrozen, but when Jennifer got to her she was still unable to move, and ahd to be carried up to the house. "What happened, Michelle?" Miss Garner asked. "They killed each other..." the girl managed to say between sobs. "I saw her getting killed... it was like looking into the future..." "It wasn't you," Kirsten assured her. "It was the character you played on 'Charmed.'" "But it was so real... she was real. Okay, I know it was from a TV show, but she saved my life... she was a real person." "So was her sister," Phoebe added. "But they'll be back. Not here, but when the episode gets its first airing Ashley and Melissa'll come back in our world." "And then when everything's back the way it was, we can get the real Piper and come together..." Paige smiled. "What?" Brittany asked, puzzled. "Long story," Paige replied. "Time to find a two-dimensional bitch." And she led the way inside. "We're looking for anything that might lead us to what Velma did, or for..." She trailed off. She had found Rose almost at once. And Rose, having finally woken up, had spotted her. She threw off any remaining sleepiness at the shock of seeing someone who looked exactly like her staring back, without a mirror. "Who the hell are...?" she started. "Shall I tell her or will you?" Alyssa asked Phoebe. "Nah, you do it," Phoebe replied. Rose gaped from one to the other, and at all the others. "What did I MISS?!" she goggled. * * * * * * * * * * "I don't know why we have to search this place," Jessica grumbled, as she and Sydney started to ransack the upper floors. "If Velma was tied in with Lisa Thompson wouldn't it all be at her place or her office?" "And do you KNOW where her place or her office are?" Sydney asked reasonably. "If we don't find anything here we look for an address, and presto..." Jessica kept rummaging as Sydney did her own search, but nothing. Evidently Lisa hadn't kept her script notes in her bedroom... there wasn't a single clue in this room, but they still had some more places to check. "We've got a lot of people with us," she sighed. "We'll find what we're looking for... Bristow?" Sydney had stopped looking for anything, and started looking at Jessica. She had her guns out and was aiming them directly at the olive-skinned brunette's extemely stunned head. "I'm not into sleeping with dead people," she said in a very level tone, "so could you please take your clothes off? All of them?" She cocked the weapons and added "Now." * * * * * * * * * * "Facing the gun barrels, Jessica reached up to unbutton her top. She had been propositioned by plenty of men in her career and even a few women, but she had never expected to be on the receiving end from someone like her. 'But why are you doing this?' she pleaded. "'The Crossover,' Sydney laughed. 'You mean you couldn't figure that out by yourself? You really are as stupid as you're gorgeous.' "'But...' Jessica tried to find words as she let her shirt fall to the floor, exposing her chest with its superb breasts encased in a dark bra as Sydney looked on them with delight. 'But don't you know what'll happen if it goes ahead?' "'Yeah,' Sydney replied. 'But I'll be on the winning side so who cares? And I said take off ALL the clothes?' Jessica threw the spy a venomous look as she unclipped her brassiere and started to lower her panties, finally standing naked before Sydney..." Howard paused writing to wriggle his fingers, as Sara prodded him with the knife. "I didn't say you could stop." Sighing, Howard put fingers to keyboards. "Sydney started to caress Jessica's utterly perfect body with the guns..." * * * * * * * * * * * "Feels good, doesn't it?" Sydney breathed. "The steel against you... you love it, don't you?" Jessica couldn't move or say anything as she felt Sydney trace the business ends of the weapons along her skin, following her form down to the bush between her legs. Sydney slowly prodded one directly into Jessica's pussy, and pulled it back out before she could get too rattled. "Relax, I'm not going to kill you... I'm going to let you fuck me." "Me?" Jessica answered, stepping back and finding herself pressed against the bed. "You," Sydney replied, opening her legs slightly and grinding her snatch against Jessica's. "That's quite a fat clit you've got there and no mistake..." She pushed the younger woman back and followed her onto the plush bed, Jessica's wide eyes staring up at the spy. "Don't fight it... it'll go easier that way," she added as she clutched Jessica's shoulders and rolled the two over so that Miss Alba was on top. "Now do what you have to do..." Jessica got off the woman. "If we're going to do this, do it right. You get them off." Not even bothering to hide her delight at how she was getting her way, Sydney started to undress. At around the same time, Kirsten Dunst found herself heading upstairs to join the others in their rooting about, as Howard - having asked Sara to go and get him a drink - started to insert a third character, hoping his plan would come off. * * * * * * * * * * Down the driveway, Michael Weatherly and Scott Foley were getting edgy. They had been far enough away so they couldn't hear the ruckus, but they had been waiting for a while now... "Okay, that's it," Scott said. "We're going up there." "Finally," Michael replied, as Scott took hold of the ignition key. The car's lights winked into life, but before the wheels could start turning they saw a figure coming towards them, running down the driveway and waving hands. "Wait a moment..." "Go!" the woman yelled, practically smashing down the windows in her rush to get in. "Get out of here now!" "But - " "NO TIME! Just GO!!!" Without waiting for any explanations, Scott turned the car around and got him, Michael and Jennifer out of there. * * * * * * * * * * "What are you two doing?" Kirsten asked, as if she couldn't guess. Jessica raised her head from between Sydney's breasts and turned to face the blonde actress. "We've had a rough night," she murmured. "Just trying to help each other relax a bit." "Come on, join in..." Sydney added. "The more the merrier." Kirsten scanned the two women; Sydney had also gotten naked, and she was making Kirsten regret that "Alias" wasn't on cable. Then again, if it was it might be even less known widely than it was now - you didn't have masses of people deeply interested in "La Femme Nikita" the series, right? Besides, it couldn't hurt to spend a few minutes touching... Kirsten joined Jessica on top of Sydney and touched her tenderly. "Just remember, I'm the boss this time," Jessica added with a chuckle, as the two younger women started to kiss Sydney, the agent returning each kiss and cuddle. Kirsten ran her fingers down Sydney's toned, rippling body, kissing the soft skin and staring at her gorgeous hard nipples. Maybe a little more than a few minutes... Jessica had her mouth on Sydney's box, to Kirsten's disgust and jealousy; getting it from those lips must be heaven. She looked at Sydney's face, and she knew she was right...and she looked back down at Jessica. Her whole body was moving, not just her head; Miss Alba may not have been the best actress ever to hit the cathode tube, but she really threw herself into her work fuck-wise; she was licking out Sydney Bristow like her life depended on it. Kirsten sidled up the agent, digging her fingers underneath to find her sensational ass, and grabbed it hard as she kissed Sydney, who savoured Kirsten's mouth while stroking the younger woman. "Wanna watch me and Jessica?" she whispered. "But Jessica's eating me so good..." Sydney panted. "You can join in after," Kirsten replied, and kissed Sydney's breasts before moving off her, and kneeling down behind Jessica. "Come on," she urged, gently pulling the darker lady away from Sydney. "But I wasn't finished!" Jessica protested, before finding Kirsten's mouth on her, Kirsten's hands pulling her closer, and Kirsten's legs wrapping themselves around her. Sydney watched the two young women entwining themselves together, her pussy getting distinctly damper... * * * * * * * * * * "Hey, I think we've got something here!" Sarah Michelle Gellar shouted. She and Michelle had been going through the bookcase, riffling through all the books just in case. They hadn't found anything in the books themselves, but they had then gone on to the desks, and found some stationery. There were also a few letters inside the desk, including one headlined "From Roman Holiday Productions" and giving Lisa's office address. At least now they knew where to go... "Well, if there's nothing here we might be able to get something at the workplace," SMG said. "So who's going? Some of us still have to check around here..." "Jessie, Kirst and Syd went upstairs," Eliza replied. "Holly, Rose and Jenny, mind staying around? The rest of us..." With no real time to argue, she was orbed, along with Brittany ("I still can't get used to this..."), Michelle, SMG and Paige, to the writer's office, leaving the others to continue rooting around, but with Jennifer's mind not really on the job. Why WERE the three of them taking so damn long...? Sydney, the guns and her job forgotten, was watching Jessica Alba tasting Kirsten Dunst hungrily. They were practically performing for her benefit; her eyes leapt from Jessica tonguing Kirsten's tender breasts to the blonde rubbing the dark girl's buttocks. She was thrilled when the two were pointing away from her, with Jessica's gleaming pussy atop Kirsten's blonder one... not since that video of the duet between Craig David and Sting had she seen such a pair of prize cunts. Sydney Bristow's fingers started to play with her own pussy as the two girls (women) kissed and fucked harder, with Sydney's heat rising as she shoved her fingers further inside herself... Kirsten broke her head free to look at Sydney sympathetically as Jessica kissed her neck over and over. "Bye bye," she smiled. "Sorry, Sydney, but you know this is for the best..." Sydney, lost in her own handwork, feeling her pussy dripping as she played herself, and studying Kirsten's legs as they squeezed Jessica's ass, knew what was coming... but so was she... and as Jennifer Garner entered, she got a bird's eye view of her fictional self vanishing into the vortex back to her home as Jessica started to come herself with Kirsten's kisses. And Sara arrived just as Howard pressed send, and took the drink with a satisfied grin. "You ARE fast, aren't you?" she asked. "Yep," Howard answered, and took a long swallow as Sara went to the newsgroup. He drained it in one gulp and ran for it, grabbing his laptop as he did. The extra seconds he took to get downstairs and outside were pretty much what saved his life, because by the time Sara saw what he had managed to dash out, howled his name in frustration and whirled with the knife ready to cut him open, he was gone... * * * * * * * * * * Ellen, halfway through changing from Jenny G back to her regular self, laughed. Men were SO DAMNED EASY... she had babbled out some story about things being out of control back there while Scotty boy drove them back, and they had believed it. Men thought with their hearts just like women did, but men also thought with their crotches while women thought with their brains. And drugging them had been so easy as well; cold night, ask if they wanted coffee, watch them say yes, dose the stuff, and good night. Lugging Mike Weatherly out of the car (the guy still couldn't walk properly yet - too bad he liked fucking Max, but then who didn't?) had been a pain, but watching the two men slumbering there was worth it. She had to admit she'd taken a risk; she didn't know she could disguise herself as someone else until she tried it. "You never know what you can do till you try," she said out loud. "Cliched, but true." And now, Shego... no. She wouldn't do it as Shego; she'd do it as good old Ellen. Scott and Michael were going to be the live ones she fucked to bring about the Crossover; she figured she might as well let them think they were with a live one when they woke up. Or IF they woke up, she thought - she hadn't really measured out how much stuff she chugged in their cups. She dragged the two men together and tugged their clothes off; part of her wondered if she should arrange them into positions more usually seen in the likes of gay magazines. Then she figured that she should leave that for after the Crossover; the grown versions of Rod and Todd Flanders deserved a bit of fun... * * * * * * * * * * "Why call it Roman Holiday?" Michelle asked, as they materialised. "Because Lisa Thompson's middle name is Romancia," SMG explained, starting to search the offices. "Easy when you know." "Check her computer," Eliza suggested. "It might be in her intray..." "Any idea about the password, genius?" Paige queried, sitting at the keyboard and waiting for the screen to warm up. "Well, her name's Velma Dinkley," Brittany pointed out. "Maybe it's 'Jinkies!'" "This is Lisa's computer," Sarah replied. "You got any better suggestions, I'm dying to hear 'em," Paige retorted, and tapped in the user name "Velma" and password "Jinkies." The respect for Brittany Murphy's brain power increased among one and all as they were in; Velma had given herself access to Lisa's computer following the woman's demise, and Paige was soon checking her mail. "There's got to be something here about who the Fan she's working with is... here's something. Re: Fantasy Crossovers..." A couple of clicks later, and they had found the address for "Alba's Sex Slave? Good thing Jess isn't here - she hates that kind of stuff," Michelle noted. "Send him a message explaining what's up, and then see if you can find anything Velma wrote herself, about Middleton," Alyssa added. "Who died and made you the boss?" Paige grumbled. "Prue, right?" Brittany chuckled. Paige ignored that, as she was checking to see if he could be reached on the buddies system before going the email route. He was. * * * * * * * * * * Howard had never run so far and so fast in his life; he counted himself lucky that he had been able to sprint onto the bus before Sara could spy him. She'd be after him, but so far he was safe. Relieved that he was okay but worried that he might not be able to go home for a while, he opened his computer and prepared to send one of his friends a message - he might have to have an unscheduled sleepover... Before he could send the email, he saw that the user Velma had sent him an IM, and did he want to accept? Howard figured he could lie as to where he and Sara were, a plan of action that changed as soon as he accepted the message. PAIGE: "Velma's dead. We need to talk." ALBASSEXSLAVE: "So this stuff does work?" PAIGE (crowing "We've got mail!" as she wrote): "What stuff? The Fans writing stuff that comes true?" ALBASSEXSLAVE: "Yep. I didn't believe it either. Look, who is this? And how did you get Velma's information?" PAIGE: "We orbed into her office." ALBASSEXSLAVE: "Orbed? Who are you, Paige?" PAIGE: "Guilty as charged. You watch too much TV, Alba's Sex Slave." ALBASSEXSLAVE: "My friends call me Howard. I'm running scared from Sara - not much time. What do you want?" PAIGE: "We need you to write a quick story bringing back Middleton from the Ends of the Earth..." Behind him as Howard and Paige chatted, Sara got out her mobile phone and started to call a taxi; she was going to follow that bus, and hoped that the cab would come soon. She had seen the destination for the bus, and reasoned that she could get the cab to follow the route it was taking. She was used to guys chasing her, but this time it was the other way around. * * * * * * * * * * Kirsten Dunst and Jessica Alba headed back downstairs fully dressed, with Jennifer Garner just behind. "And what was that all about?" asked Jennifer. "Something just came over me," Kirsten replied sheepishly. "Or someone," she added, looking cheekily at Jessica. "But anyway, I just had to come up here. Like someone was directing me to do it." "Whoever it was, it worked," Jennifer added. "One less double to worry about. Jessica, you okay? You haven't said anything..." "No," Miss Alba said softly, going over the memory of having Kirsten with her. It wasn't something she was in a rush to forget; not in a rush at all. In fact, she was hoping that they could work together sometime and take it a few steps further. Maybe even pick up some acting tips; she wasn't blind to how much better Kirsten was in that department. In bed, on the other hand... "Did you say directing?" Holly Marie Combs asked. "Like maybe a Fan writing it out?" "Maybe the same one we're looking for?" Rose suggested. "PAIGE!" Phoebe shouted. It worked for all the witches apparently; Paige materialised in their midst. "Make it quick, I've got the guy on chat..." "You got him?" Rose asked eagerly. "Well, what are you waiting for?" An instant later, all the ladies there were jammed in the main office. * * * * * * * * * * Ellen studied the dozing men. She'd have to go for one or the other first, but which one... which one? "When in doubt... eeny meeny miney mo, catch a tiger by the toe, if he hollers let him go, eeny meeny miney - " "Mo," Kim Possible finished, and knocked her off her feet with one sweep of her legs. "You want someone to sleep with? Try your own hands." Ellen/Shego let surprise at how Kim had tracked her down after slipping out of the park (the 24-hour period of the temporary Crossover still being active) overwhelm her for only a second, before fighting back. The battle was on, Kim's opponent wavering back and forth between her regular image and human image as she and Kim dodged each other's blows, laying waste to all manner of things in the apartment. Tables, mirrors, chairs, all grist to the mill of the two spies and their fight. And incredible leaps to boot; all the while not really hitting each other. Until Shego got one in to Kim's exposed stomach - hard. She was suddenly glad she wore pointy-heeled shoes as she watched Kim fly back. "Been wanting to do that for a long time," Shego spat as Kim punched back, seeing toon stars fly from the impact as she rocked Shego's/Ellen's head back. "Been wanting to do THAT forever," Kim retorted, and tried to follow it; but Shego clutched Kim's hair and escorted her brutally to the wall. Her red head smashed through it with the force, and Shego kicked her the rest of the way through, racing into the room to get Kim some more; she was dazed, but still able to slam blows into Shego's sternum. Kim then grabbed her opponent's hair and pulled her down as she rushed her head up to deliver a headbutt; Shego took advantage of the proximity to embrace the girl and hurl her to the floor, and punch her face again and again. "I can keep this up all night, Possible!" she yelled. Kim scrabbled around for something to hit Shego with, and her hand went onto the table... there was a phone there. She couldn't hit her with it, but maybe... she threw a quick glance, read the display, saw the number she needed, and found the numbers she had to press. As her call went through, her eyes exploded with Shego hitting her in them. "And now..." she added, dragging the girl up, "I'm going to give you a treat." "You're going to leave?" Kim mumbled. Shego laughed. "No... why should those stupid spies be the only ones who get to bang you? The guys'll be in the land of Nod for a while yet - just got time for a quickie..." She lowered her head and kissed Kim's lips, resting her hands on the girl's chest. "Maybe not so quick," she added, pulling Kim's shirt off. The girl's breasts looked like she had two rockets stuck in her back when she had her shirt on, and looked even nicer with the shirt off; Shego licked Kim's ice-cream-cone tits, her usual green beams trailing behind her tongue. "Can't I have a go?" Kim asked. "If we have time we'll get to what you like," Shego tut-tutted as she unzipped her costume and started rubbing Kim's breasts with her own. "Me first..." Kim put her hands on Shego's thick, long hair and started to caress it; Shego's mane flowed all the way down to her ass, as the spy soon found out. "I told you to wait...!" Shego snapped, but her face was telling a different story; Kim's hands were rubbing circles over her cheeks, and she had to admit it felt pretty good. Shego started to kiss Kim P's stomach, and fondled the girl's box as she felt something approaching affection for her arch-enemy. * * * * * * * * * * Howard felt his guardian angel was really watching him that night; Kirk's house was just a couple of yards from where he got off the bus. It was late, but if he knew his friend and his folks, they'd still be burning the oil... yep, the lights were on. Relieved that they were a family of couch potatoes, Howard rapped on the door, and waited while whoever had been designated to answer it looked through the peephole, was glad to see it was a friend, and opened up. "Howie!" Kirk beamed as he let his friend in. "What are you doing here this time of night?" "Running for my life," Howard replied with a chuckle, as the TV continued to entertain the parents. "Look, you know I wouldn't bother you if it wasn't important - I need to borrow your computer." "What's wrong with yours?" "Mum." And Howard made a snipping motion. "Don't want to use a cyber place because... you know. Plus yours is faster." "Well, I still owe you about seventeen favours," Kirk told him as they headed upstairs. "A new story or something?" "That and a chat with a girl," Howard added. "Laptop's not strong enough for both." "A GIRL? Nice one?" "Oh yeah - looks like Rose McGowan." "Yeah, I just bet she does," Kirk said knowingly as the computer was set up. "You're not gonna be here long, are you? We love our TV here but..." "You still have to sleep, yeah. Don't worry, I'll do it as quick as I can." It would have to be, Howard added to himself as he got to work, and reopened communications. PAIGE: You made it? ALBASSEXSLAVE: Yep. This is going to have to be a quick one... - - - - - - - - - - "Whooo!" Kim shouted, teeth chattering as she looked from the cliff-face above Middleton. They weren't kidding - the whole town had indeed been transported to the frozen, snow-swept, uninhabitable ends of the earth. Roads, buildings, people - all down there, and all on the verge of becoming icicles. And it was up to her to get it all back home fast. Kim studied the area; Clover, Sam and Alex had transferred it here with the help of a satellite, so there had to be some kind of beacon or something to receive the signal. It was times like this that she really needed Wade, but the weather was too bad for her to get in touch with him. Kim scanned the area with her binoculars as she climbed down closer to the town... she spotted it on the flagpole outside Middleton High School. Not a very big box, but it had to be the receiver. It was too far for her to jump down without a parachute; she had to climb down until it was safer, and these winds weren't helping any. Kim was taking longer than she would have liked, but soon enough she was far enough from the ground so she could jump and land among the snow safely. Fighting the winds and snow flurries, she negotiated her way into the town; everyone had hidden inside - it was still cold, but not nearly as cold as being outside. At least she was closer to her target now... Kim got to the flagpole, and quickly climbed up it to get to the receiver. She couldn't smash it or they'd be stuck here forever; she studied the box with one hand, needing the other to keep a grip. Kim felt a jolt rushing through her body; everything was suddenly a lot warmer. No ice, no wind... no outside. "The view's a lot better from here, isn't it?" chuckled Sam, at the controls of the satellite. "That was a really stupid thing you just did, you know that?" Kim asked, and punched out Sam in a second, turning her attention to the controls. "She could have sent me anyplace, but no, she brings me up here..." - - - - - - - - - - Not the best thing ever written, but Howard was in a hurry. And at least he wasn't going to have Kim and Bonnie Rockwaller fuck again (as he had in 'Detention,' where Kim somehow found herself stuck with Bon-Bon, and...); he was too busy having Kim send Middleton back to where it was, reunite with her friends and family, and get a grudging thank you from Bonnie. Down below, Kirk and his family were, like Sam, unconscious. The door had been knocked on again, and Kirk had been sent to it again - he had been shocked and awed to see that it was Sara Hathaway on the other side, asking to use the phone on account of her mobile being dead. The rest had been easy... * * * * * * * * * * Jennifer Garner and Paige materialized outside the flat. Kim had managed to dial Jennifer's mobile and put the bedroom phone in speaker mode before Shego had overpowered her; Jennifer had answered, and heard the two toons start to go at it, and had figured out what was happening. "Thanks for the lift," Jennifer managed to say - she still wasn't used to the whole orbing thing yet. "Just get the girl, huh?" Paige told her, and orbed back to the office. * * * * * * * * * * Unlike Kim, Shego had indeed had sex with Bonnie once; but like with everything else, Kim was better. Kim's tongue was searching around inside Shego's mouth as if she'd been born to do so, and the way her hands were exploring the evil spy's body... Shego thought that if circumstances had been different, they could have made a great team. Her body arched under Kim's kisses and caresses - she felt herself changing and filling out. Kim's mouth felt Shego's pussy change to that of Ellen's as she tasted it... and it went back to animation again... and to live... Kim kept lapping at Shego/Ellen, knowing the busier she kept her enemy, the more time she'd have until Jennifer got here. Shego's mind was half on how wonderful Kim's tongue felt, and on where Kim's clothes were. They were in an untidy bundle close to the two ladies; she was moaning from Kim's mouth, and edging her hand closer to the clothes. She knew that KP's grapple gun was in there; covering up her searching with her groans, she found the handle. Kim was too involved with her fucking to even notice. She pulled it out, shot the hook up into the ceiling, quickly wrapped the rope around Kim's neck and pulled it taut, and then held the gun end so she could pull it tighter, eating out Kim as she strangled her... in her dreams. Shego/Ellen did pull the gun out - but she never got to fire it; someone else got to shoot, knocking her off Kim with the impact. "AAAGGGHHHH!" she yelled, feeling real pain for the second time as she and Kim saw who it was. "Jenny was right," Scott said, holding the weapon she had given them. "Just point it and fire." "You kept us waiting too long," Michael, now back walking under his own steam, added. "The stuff you gave us wore off - thank you, Kim." "No big," Kim replied, and had no time to say anything else as Shego leaped at the men - and stopped in mid-air for a second as Kim grabbed her legs, making her fall to the floor. This time Kim was the one on top, and she had Shego's head in her grip. "No dodging here, right?" she added as she whacked her enemy's head into the floor. Shego was about to try and throw Kim off, but found more weight holding her down - Scott and Michael were giving Kim some assistance. The men had to admit it felt great to finally be keeping a woman down for a change; the three of them were keeping her down, but the way the lady kicked under them they weren't sure it would be for long... * * * * * * * * * * "Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of a lying scum..." It was Sara. Howard felt it was time for him to keep lowering his writing standards; he had no illusions that Sara was going to let him live. Some of the stories he had seen on some sites had been the most rudimentary crap he had ever seen; not so much stories as outlines. But the writers seemed to be happy with them and for all he knew they counted in the other place. But he'd be damned if he'd let this one go out under Albassexslave... Howard had had the foresight to lock the door to Kirk's room, but it wouldn't keep Sara out forever. He cued up his other ID, his own personal Alan Smithee, the one he used when he had a story that he was embarrassed about (last utilized with "Melanie C's Ass," about the least insufferable of the fearsome fivesome). "Jeffrey H. Robbins" - a blend of Jeffrey Archer and Harold Robbins, with the H for Arthur Hailey (three of the worst authors on the planet, as far as his parents were concerned) - started to do a quickie. * * * * * * * * * * "Will... you... get... off... me!" Shego/Ellen snapped, resisting all the while. Scott felt it was like holding down a bucking bronco, but they'd keep her here for as long as they had to. The door burst open and Jennifer rushed in, seeing what was going on in an instant. "Garner!" Michael shouted. "Thank God you're here - " Shego/Ellen used the distraction to get a small advantage, and kicked the men off her, dealing out a blow to Kim in passing. She was up and flying for Jennifer, who grabbed her throat and ran towards the wall. Shego/Ellen still had Kim's grapple-gun; she brought it up preparing to smash Jennifer's head with it. "Dream on, miss!" Jennifer snapped, and clutched the weapon before Shego/Ellen could use it. Calling up all her strength, she forced the spy's arm down and down while pinning her to the wall, her muscles being stretched and veins coming close to bursting. "Remember the little girl's room, Devereaux?" Jennifer grunted. "I owe you..." and she shoved the weapon into Ellen's cunt, handle first. The spy's mouth dropped open as she felt the weight of the thing stuck inside her, whirling around as Jennifer turned it like a demented organ-grinder, pulling it in and out as she did so. "You... You... You CAN'T!!!" Ellen/Shego begged, as she felt herself getting tingly and felt more than herself start to give off the green. But Jennifer's face had a deadly grim You-bet-I-can-motherfucker look on it. Ellen/Shego felt the wall start to evaporate behind her, as she found herself shaking... she was going to come, and no amount of bad thoughts could stop it. "Twizzle twazzle twozzle tome, time for this one to go on home," Jennifer Garner cooed, and whipped out Kim's gun, throwing it behind her. With her other hand she pushed Ellen into the vortex as it increased its pull - but Ellen grabbed Jennifer's hand as she plummeted. "You're coming back with me!" she shouted, as Jennifer grabbed the wall-edge and hung on, trying to shake off Ellen's grip. But she was using her Shego side, and she was a lot stronger in toon form. Jennifer could feel her other hand losing its grip, could see the guys trying to reach her, but the pull was too strong for them to get closer without them being sucked in too... * * * * * * * * * * Sara was kicking against the door repeatedly as Howard frantically typed; she burst in as he finished, and knocked him out of his chair before he could press "Send." Howard in turn managed to grab her away from the computer before she could delete it, and the two fell kicking and biting to the floor. Howard grabbed Sara's throat as she jabbed at his groin; she spat at him to let her finish this! He slapped her hard across the face, his fingers scratching as they did, and leapt up. She got his head in an armlock and put the squeeze on his neck as he flailed out, trying to get "Send"... ...and did. "Hey, Sara," Howard gasped. "I bet you can't..." "Can't what?" Sara asked grimly. "...eat your own pussy." - - - - - - - - - - From: "Jeffrey H. Robbins" Newsgroup: alt.sex.stories Subject: Sara One day, I met a beautiful girl in a mall called Sara Hathaway. "Hey, Sara," I said, "you've got great tits and a beautiful ass." "Thank you," Sara replied. "I bet you have a lovely cock." "I bet you can't eat your own pussy," I said. "You show me yours first," Sara said. I went into her car and showed her mine. It was 14 inches long and really thick. Sara was pleased. "You do have a lovely cock," she said. She took off all her clothes, spread her legs wide, bent her head down and ate her own pussy. - - - - - - - - - - Forgetting about his own bruises, Howard watched as Sara contorted her supple form; she really was eating herself out. And she really was fantastic to look at. Sara sounded as if she was really enjoying how she tasted as well... as a familiar green light started to open underneath her, Howard let himself out, closed the door and waited. A few seconds later he heard a receding scream, nodded to himself, and went to free his friends. * * * * * * * * * * "I've got a lot of friends just dying to get their hands on you!" Ellen/Shego laughed as she saw Jennifer gradually losing her grip. "Enjoy the ride, Garner... AAIIEEEE!!!" Ellen lost her grip as Kim's grapple slammed into her face, and going back and forth between Shego and Ellen she plummeted back home, the grapple and rope following her. Holding the weapon and being dragged along like a water-skier, Kim followed Shego into the vortex. "As soon as we're inside it'll close up!" she shouted, giving Jennifer the thumbs up as she flew by. "See you on Saturday mornings!" "See you in my dreams!" Jennifer shouted back, and watched the toons fall back to their home. The suction started to lessen as soon as they receded from sight, and then she felt two male pairs of hands grabbing her and pulling her back inside her own world. And she wasn't the only one heading back to where she came from; "He did it," Paige said to the others on getting another message from Albassexslave. "We've got to go home now." "Back to the Castle?" Holly asked. "The only way, yeah," Phoebe replied. "I guess our Piper'll be wondering where we are - now that the bad one was sent back the regular one'll be back in our own place. We've got a lot of stuff to fill in for her. Plus we've got more episodes to go through." "Bye bye to any confusion," Rose told them, as they noticed Michelle looking crestfallen. "Hey, perk up," Jessica told her. "When the episode comes on TV Melissa'll be around there." "And I'll tell her to visit you sometimes when you're sleeping," Paige added. "You're all welcome there." "All of us?" Eliza asked hopefully. "Once you try toon..." Phoebe said knowingly. "But what's going to happen to those girls?" Kirsten asked. * * * * * * * * * * Sara kept telling herself that this would have to end sometime, that she would manage it one day. She opened her legs as far as she could, manipulating the machine she was locked into, believing that THIS time she would get the train into her tunnel. Penelope Pitstop watched the captive, sighing. She pondered telling her that unlike Eliza Dushku, Sara was inside the upgraded machine; on each return to life the length of track the train had to travel was increased by a fraction of a quarter-inch. Not much, but it was still more. Dastardly would win one of the Wacky Races before that little tramp ever got free... * * * * * * * * * * Shego/Ellen and Luanne/Tracy were running along a plain, explosions going off left and right, and cursing her lot. Because they were characters on still-in-production series, they weren't going to face the same sort of punishment as the others; they were going to spend an hour each day as live targets for Tinkerbell to practise on. The sprite had been furious with herself for her track record, and was determined to improve, banking and soaring above the running women and targeting with as much accuracy and speed as she could. Tinkerbell waved her wand, and giggled as Luanne went backwards while Shego went flying ass over teacups through the air. She wasn't losing it yet... * * * * * * * * * * The footage shot when Sarah Michelle Gellar hadn't been replaced by Sara Hathaway had, fortunately, not been destroyed by the studio - Lisa had half-jokingly suggested it be stored up for the DVD release. But as the new director finished screening it with SMG and Kirsten in attendance, she nodded and consulted her notes. "We can pretty much pick up where Lisa left off," Marti Noxon suggested. "I guess the script could use a little working on, though." "Told you," Sarah said triumphantly to Kirsten. "So when are we going to start?" "Monday, what do you think?" Marti replied. "And thanks for giving me this shot." "No problem," Kirsten replied, half-wishing she hadn't agreed to let Sarah insist on someone from her old show. But at least the movie was back on. * * * * * * * * * * As was "Silencers." The shooting continued uninterrupted, except that the cast had to get used to a double for Tracy Ryan, to whom the movie would be dedicated; following in the footsteps of "The Crow," "Wagons East!" and "Gladiator," the rest of her scenes would be completed with the help of more special effects. Jessica Alba and the others thought with some envy about how much easier SMG and Kirsten had it on their set (it would be all worth it when "Silencers" hit $64 million on its opening weekend several months later, and went on to be a long-playing hit - longer than "Saturday"). * * * * * * * * * * As the credits rolled on ABC Kids's episode of "Kim Possible," Jennifer thought about the past several days, and how this had all started. Like it or not, it had started with Scott being with another woman... she still loved him, but how could she be sure that he wouldn't wind up with someone else again, deliberately this time? She didn't look forward to having to worry about his activities all the time. Lying next to her, Scott thought about the past several days. Now that he knew about the other places, he wondered if he could ever be really calm around Jennifer again - he wondered if he could ever be sure that this woman was Jennifer and not Sydney or someone pretending to be both or what. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he knew one thing - their relationship would never be the same again. Sadly, so did Jennifer. "We have to talk," she said quietly and regretfully, starting down the road to their separation. * * * * * * * * * * Michelle Trachtenberg walked down the beach, the surf giving her feet a little bath. She had a lot on her mind, none of it related to her next job; she did have some more stuff lined up, but she couldn't concentrate because of what had happened. It had all been hushed up, true, but she wished she could be sure that she was okay... "Michelle?" She recognised that voice - it was her own. The teen raised her head in hope, and her eyes lit up as she saw Melissa sitting on the sand, soaking up the sun. "Me and Ashley thought you were never going to show up!" she cried, as Michelle ran to her. "I missed the episode!" Michelle confessed as she hugged the girl. "I really tried to catch it, but I couldn't be there for the premiere and my dad messed up the video!" "Don't worry about it, that's what reruns are for," Melissa assured her. "Plus I hear some fans on alt.tv.charmed loved it. We couldn't do the love stuff on the show, of course, but down here... you know. By the way, Piper's back. Now that Velma's gone she's out of that limbo, and the other sisters told her about it." "And...?" "She's behind them all the way," Melissa finished. "Ashley's got enough love for both Paige and Phoebe, and they don't mind sharing." Indeed, Phoebe and Paige were currently fast asleep on either side of Ashley, holding her safe in their arms. Each witch had the kind of look on her face that only came after a round of truly wonderful sex. Though Piper wasn't part of it (what with Leo and Wyatt and all), she had just peered into Paige's bedroom and seen them in slumber. Piper smiled contentedly and left them there. Rose McGowan, Alyssa Milano and Jessica Alba also had similar looks on their faces, and each one knew that Holly also knew. And best of all, she knew that they knew. It wasn't something they had to hide from each other any more. * * * * * * * * * * Coming back to school on Monday morning was a troubling experience for Howard; he had explained what had happened to Kirk, and had sworn him and his parents to secrecy. The memory of the last assignment fiasco was still on his mind and others, and his parents were furious with him for running around late. He knew today would be a long day. A very long day. And to make things worse, his first class was with his least popular teacher - even less popular than the one he had read out that one with Lorelei Gilmore for. "Ah. Johnson," said the teacher when he got to his name on the roll call. "Planning to entertain us with any scribblings today?" "No, sir," Howard answered quietly. "I should hope not," the teacher replied as the tannoy system went off, summoning the poor boy to the principal's office. Called on the carpet first thing on Monday morning? This day just kept getting better and better... Howard walked into her office feeling as if there was a comic strip thundercloud above his head letting him have it regularly. "Johnson," said the principal quietly, "there's someone outside who wants a word with you." "Not you?" Howard asked. "No. It's not a family emergency, but I still think it won't hurt if you go." Howard traipsed outside, thinking over what it could be. He didn't see anything particularly special outside, so... "Howard?" The sound came from a parked car nearby. "This is what the principal was talking about. Come on..." The lad walked towards the car, praying that the person talking was who he thought it was. Being pulled out of school to see her? Just goes to show how starstruck teachers could be, he thought to himself as he looked inside. "So you want to be my sex slave, do you?" Jessica Alba asked him amiably, and his eyes popped out. "We know what you did for us," Brittany Murphy added as she opened the door. "We can't promise you'll be in bed with any of us at the end of the day," Rose McGowan continued, as a dazed and surprised Howard got in. "But we can't promise it won't be the end of a great day either," Kirsten Dunst finished, and started the car up. "We really want to show our appreciation..." "Even me," Gabrielle Union added on. * * * * * * * * * * "Don't worry, these things won't be shown to anyone," Brittany assured Howard as she clicked away while he posed, his clothes completely gone. He wasn't entirely sure how they had talked him into stripping off for them, especially as the women were all still fully clothed. "Too bad," Jessica added. "You've got a nice body on you." "VERY nice," Gabrielle continued, studying Howard's prick as he lay down, full in the spirit, and started to stroke himself. The idea that several gorgeous young women were getting off on looking at him was enough to turn him on himself; one of Howard's secret fantasies had always been to do what one of his uncles had called a "boyee" mag (the opposite of "girlie" mags, he had explained), and when Brittany had brought out that camera... "Work it, boy!" Kirsten laughed, drawing surprised looks from the others - this wasn't the same Kirsten who had practically disowned her men's mag shots, surely. "Maybe I should get these online somewhere," Brittany said as Howard gave them a back view. "Sweet buns you've got there." "Not as sweet as yours," Howard couldn't help saying. "Hold this," Brittany laughed, handing Jessica the camera as she removed her gear. "Let's settle this..." "Freaky chicks, what are you going to do?" Kirsten asked. "Join in," Rose replied, undressing. "Alyssa wanted to be here but..." "Who needs her when you've got us?" Gabrielle added. "Now who's first?" "Alphabetical order?" Howard grinned, and aimed his hard-on towards Jessica. * * * * * * * * * * Gabrielle Union lavished her mouth on Howard's rod as Brittany Murphy ground her dildo deep into the woman's taut ass with a satisfied sigh. Considering how it started, she was relieved to be on the giving end. The other women were studying Gabrielle's long, gleaming bod as she sucked on Howard's staff. They were all dying to be where she was, and Howard himself was panting as he looked everywhere at once, still finding it hard to believe he was where he was. "Circle jerk?" Rose suggested. "The winner gets to go next..." Kirsten already had her fingers between her legs, and Jessica was fondling not only herself but also Rose. "You keep your hands to yourself!" she laughed, slipping her digits into her house, and casting a glance at Kirsten; she had her eyes closed and was wallowing in her own wanking, lost in a world of her own fantasising. Jessica, as always, was enjoying her self-abuse; she was writhing on the floor, giving the others a clear view of her middle finger thrusting in and out of her beautiful little box. Rose was delighted to have something to look at as she played with herself; it was an extra little thrill. Howard looked at Brittany's face; she looked as if she was about to explode as she fucked Gabrielle's ass. He himself wanted to put this cock up her... if she left any cum inside him, that is. He liked to think about girls of any colour, but he had always thought the first person to give him head would be white. Feeling the fruits of Gabrielle's labours start to drip into her mouth, he was thankful his first time lived up to the billing... His little cries of happiness were drowned out by Brittany's squeals as the tiny blonde's pussy exploded around Gabrielle's cleft. She started to slap the buns as she came; never mind Alba's sex slave, she wanted to be Union's sex slave. "Hey... HEY!!!! I'M NEXT!!" Kirsten shouted. "Sorry, seniority counts," Jennifer Garner announced. "I told you I'd meet up with you later - had to wait until my friend here was through for the day." "Your... friend...?" Howard breathed, watching Gabrielle let his cock out of her mouth and lick the last drops of come from the head. "Holy SHIT!" Kaley Cuoco cried. "I know you! You're that girl from..." But neither Gabrielle, nor Brittany, nor any of the others were paying attention to what the girl was saying; least of all Howard. The soon-to-be-ex-virgin was close to drooling at the sight of Kaley and Jennifer in front of him, nude and gorgeous. "Doesn't matter who won the jackoff contest, I'm next," Jennifer said breezily. "Of course, if you want to wait - " She got no further as Howard leapt onto Jennifer and hungrily kissed her. Gabrielle had been the first to blow him, and he was determined that Jessica Alba's ass would be the first he'd have his cock up - but he wanted Jennifer Garner to be the woman he gave his virginity to... Safe at home at his keyboard, Howard paused for a second. Should he send his fantasy about his being face to face with the ladies to the groups, and thus make it real? Or should he just leave well enough alone? He decided to write the full thing out, and then see... * * * * * * * * * * Columbia Pictures was opening "Silencers" in the US and UK within two weeks of each other, and with the US premiere a success it was time for the ladies to go overseas on the promotional trail. Jessica, Brittany and Gabrielle were looking forward to the London premiere (the first stop on the European trail), but as their plane started to leave they couldn't really relax. Eliza was supposed to be with them the way she had been in LA, but she'd pulled out at the last moment, no explanation or anything. "Maybe some last minute shoots on that TV thing she did," Jessica said to the others. "Yeah, could be," Brittany agreed. "Maybe," Gabrielle added. Meanwhile, Kirsten Dunst was telling herself to calm down before she went before the cameras to do another round of interviews, that she hadn't received that call from Eliza yesterday ("You're the only one I can trust, Kiki"). That Eliza hadn't sounded like she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown because of lack of sleep. That Eliza hadn't felt strange, and hadn't gone to the doctor. And that she wasn't pregnant with something that had caused her and the sonographic staff to nearly scream. Something that looked like something from a Hanna-Barbera show. * * * * * * * * * * It was hard for Jennifer Garner to get to sleep as well, and not only because of her relationship trouble. She also had to worry about what she had been dreaming about... Sydney was stripped naked and chained to pipes hanging from the roof of a steam room, while a tall blonde Australian-accented woman strutted around her with a branding iron and a whip. "Steal my thunder, will you?" she spat. "But your show was based on a movie," Sydney pointed out. "SHUT UP! I should be the one who gets Emmy nominations and magazine covers, not you. Even 'Daredevil' did better than 'The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen,' dammit! At least I know you're good in bed - you must be to get where you are..." Nikita shoved the end of the iron into the heated coals she had with her, and brought the glowing metal dangerously close to Sydney's body. "I'm going to brand you a whore, a fake and a thief, because that's what you are. And I'm going to do it slow... unless you'd rather be whipped. Of course, there's a third choice..." She dragged the tall woman along the pipe to the rear of the room, and Sydney winced as she felt some pipe strike her in the back. "I can just let the pressure build up in these pipes until it comes out. Guess what'll happen then?" "You'll die?" Sydney asked. "No. YOU'LL die. I've got fans who wouldn't be sorry in the slightest." "Maybe if you had more fans USA Network wouldn't have cancelled your show," Sydney retorted. "Twice." Nikita lunged at Sydney with the still-hot branding iron, and Jennifer awoke before it could plunge into her eye; she told herself it was all because she had gone online and come across some of those boring "La Femme Nikita" fans. Yeah, that was it. It wasn't like Nikita was really torturing Sydney... * * * * * * * * * * "The bitch got away," Nikita told her contact ruefully, shortly afterwards. "But I thought - " "Like the song said, she's got legs and she knows how to use them," the blonde added, still feeling sore where Sydney had clutched her around the neck with said legs, and forced her to go into unconsciousness while she escaped. "She's got more power on her side," Tara Do Nascimento told her reassuringly. "But don't worry, it's only a matter of time." "That's right," Nikita replied, clinking her wine glass with Portugal's biggest "La Femme Nikita" Fan. 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