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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)
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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 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.
"Only a matter of time."

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