Message-ID: <25821asstr$966291019@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: starrgazerrs@aol.com (Robert E. MacLeod) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000813234459.15626.00000843@ng-cr1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Repost Magic School Bus Part one. Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2000 18:10:19 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman An Explanation and a Disclaimer: The Magic School Bus is a television show produced by Scholastic and originally appeared only on public television channels. It has since made it to main stream television with enormous success. The basic premise is that a highly eccentric schoolteacher uses an incredible magic bus to teach her students lessons in nature and science. The show has run the range from how flowers are pollinated to how stars are born. It is highly entertaining and very educational, even if it has been known to boo boo every now and then on some science facts. Now, with that high praise aside, this show raises many questions to me that inspired me to write yet another erotic story. First, exactly who is Miss Frizzell? Where does she come from and how did she acquire the Bus? What is her reason for being at this small school in a small town? What does she have planned for these children that she constantly places in mortal danger? Next, why are the children so accepting of her and the bizarre situations she places them in? Why don't they ever question how she does the things she does? Why don't most of them ever object to being shrunk or turned into strange creatures? (Well, Arnold does, but then goes along anyway.) To me, this all smacks of some sort of alien plot/mind control, but hey, I have a dirty mind. Standard Disclaimer: Magic School Bus is the sole property of Scholastic and I make no claims to ownership. This story and any others that may follow are not authorized and definitely not condoned by Scholastic or Public Television. This story and others may not be reproduced in whole or part without my express permission and multitudes of curses on you and your household if you do. Lastly, though I often times produce stories that involve mind control and sex between children and adults, often leading to pregnancy, I do not in any way support such actions as child abuse and rape. Children are our most wondrous natural resource and should be treated with kindness and respect. (Except for the occasional spanking and time out in a corner.) An addendum to that statement is this. I also fully believe that children of all ages ranging from newborn to toddler to preteen have sexual feelings and should be allowed to express them. To prevent this is to ask for sexual repression and dysfunction. No, I do not feel that adults should have sex with children and impregnate them, but I do feel that children of all ages should be allowed to explore their sexuality to their heart's content, as long as it doesn't involve masturbating in a public restaurant with your hot dog. (Don't ask, just take my word for it that it is embarrassing as hell.) I welcome any comments and criticisms that these works may inspire. I will politely ignore any flames unless they are extremely creative; at which point I will send you an official Highlander Raspberry Award. Following this entry is a Brief list of Characters in the series and their basic personalities as I have judged them from watching dozens of episodes. Any spelling error in names is solely my fault and I apologize. Remember that these characterizations are my interpretations of the characters. Yours may be different, but hey, I am writing the stories! Relax and enjoy. Magic School Bus Character Description List 1. Miss Frizzell- An eccentric, to say the least, teacher of third grade children, who has access to technology and information that is far beyond Earth's current reach. She also seems to have an extreme fascination with children, especially the ones in her class and their families. 2. Liz- A highly intelligent lizard of an unknown species, possibly a chameleon. Miss Frizzell's helper and sometimes driver of the bus, she can apparently do everything a human can do except talk.. (Yes, I said driver of the bus) 3. The Bus- a vehicle that can change it's shape, size, color, function and anything else that comes to mind to suit the needs of Miss Frizzell. It is often bigger on the inside than the outside and can instantly provide what ever is needed for any environment to the occupants. It has become everything from a starship to a ladybug. The Children 4. Carlos Ramon- Hispanic boy child with dark skin and dark hair. Constant joker and rarely serious, he is highly competitive and very aggressive. One of the group's natural leaders. 5. Ralphie Tennelly- Italian American, he is another joker in the deck, but not nearly as bad a Carlos. Highly imaginative and creative, he has a very outgoing personality and is well liked by the other children. 6. Tim- African America boy child who is very sensitive and creative. A budding artist, he often chronicles the groups many adventures in the bus. Not nearly as outgoing or aggressive as some, he is often the voice of reason in the group. 7. Arnold Pearlstein- of Jewish descent, he is highly intelligent, but also very shy. His passion is rocks of all shapes and sizes. With his curly red hair and thick glasses, he looks every bit the prodigy. Harbors a not so secret crush of DA. Although he is no coward, he often questions the wisdom of some of the many trips they take on the bus. 8. Dorothy Anne (DA)- Caucasian girl with blonde hair (always tied back in ponytails) and blue eyes. A dedicated reader of books, she often prefaces any statement with "according to my research." She can be aggressive, but very often is shy and retiring. 9. Wanda Lee- Oriental girl, probably Chinese and the most aggressive member of the group. Another natural leader, she is always in the forefront every time the group goes some place new and exciting. She has an insatiable curiosity and often considers herself to be a detective of sorts. 10. Phoebe Perez- A passive and extremely shy girl of mostly Caucasian origins, she is never aggressive or outspoken. A classic submissive type. She is sweet and kind with rarely a negative word for anyone. She is also the newest member of the regular crew and often prefaces any statement with "At my old school, we never..." 11. Keisha Franklin- African American girl who is highly intelligent and somewhat aggressive. She is also very down to earth and is often a balancing factor to Carlos' wild imagination. Other Children in the series. 12. Janet- Arnold's cousin, she is as aggressive and outspoken as Arnold is shy and quiet. She is a braggart who considers herself above every one else and constantly insults Miss Frizzell and the class in general. She has been on several "field trips" on the bus, including one that almost got everyone stranded on Pluto. 13. Mikey- Carlos' younger brother and a paraplegic, he is a genius when it comes to things electronic and computers are his specialty. He has several times helped to repair the bus when it was needed. He is a quiet individual who is always eager to please, perhaps because he feels insecure about his disability. 14. Tiffany- Older girl with blonde hair. Very cute and friendly. There seems to be a great deal of mutual attraction between her and Arnold. New Addendum's Bits of information that may or not be important, but could add a greater understanding of the places and people in the stories. Miss Frizzell's full name is Valerie Olivia Frizzell. The name of the town is Walkerville and it has large natural wetlands just outside of town. Frizzell has a cousin named Murphy, (Drawn to look like Dolly Parton and is done by her voice) who runs a very advanced recycling center outside of town. Ralphie's mother is a doctor. Also, a performer named Molly Cool (Performed by Winona Judd) seems to be sweet on Arnold as well. (Why are all these pretty women and girls sweet on a shy Jewish boy? Hmm?) Mr. Rule, the School principal is played by Paul Winfield, a famous African American Actor. According to one of my many fans, Walkerville must be on the west coast because of various geographical and meteorological events that he has observed on the show. His logic was impeccable and entirely too extensive to go into here. My thanks to him, even though I have since lost his name and email address. If the person who emailed me that information would email me again, I would appreciate it. It had to do with water sheds and deserts. Sing alone with me now... "Cruising on down main, relaxed and feeling good. The next thing you know, there's an octopus in the neighborhood... Surfing on a sound wave, swinging on a star. Take a left at your intestines, take you second left at Mars... Come on the Magic School Bus." Learns to Multiply It is the first day of summer vacation and the normally busy school is mostly deserted. The faculty parking lot is empty and the bike racks where the children's park is also devoid of occupancy. The usually noisy hallways were silent, except for the occasional creak from the old plumbing or tock from the hall clocks. All the classrooms were locked tight and quiet, except for one. "At my old school, we always helped the teachers clean up after school vacation started," Phoebe said as she pulled a large inflatable alligator from the closet and placed it amongst other odds and ends. Instead of her usual brown dress, she wore a pair of brown shorts and a brown halter. A light brown hair band held her shoulder length brunette hair back from her face. "Maybe," came a grunted reply from within the closet. Arnold came stumbling out with a large dinosaur skull in his arms. He carefully lowered it to the floor and turned around. "But I bet that at your old school, you didn't have to sort through weird stuff like Miss Frizzell has." His blue eyes stared out from behind his thick glasses at the strange assortment of objects that littered the floor. He rubbed his curly red hair and wondered, as he had done many times in the past, where their teacher got all of her wondrous things. Then, as it had done many times in the past, the thought simply slipped away without him noticing or caring. He turned back to the closet for more items. "I wish the others were here to help us. It would take a lot less time," Phoebe said. She absently took a pair of Smellovision goggles from Arnold and placed them with the other eight pair they had already recovered. The object that he handed next made her stop and look. She had never seen this particular gadget before and was curious. "Arnold, what's this?" Arnold stepped back out of the closet carrying a red and blue spandex suit and a red cape. After dropping on the floor, he peered curiously at the device that Phoebe held. It was about a foot long and maybe three inches around. It had a dull pink sheen to it, except at the end of the cylindrical shaft, where it was a dull red. Phoebe was holding it like a pistol by a bulbous projection underneath. It had wires running up and down the shaft and several buttons at the base just above where she gripped it. He leaned closer to study it. "Gee, I don't know. It doesn't look like the portable Shrinker or the Loudener. Maybe it's something new." Phoebe was exceedingly curious now. Ever since she had joined the other children on their many adventures, she had seen many amazing things. She had been shrunk to microscopic size, turned into a bean plant and ever a honeybee. There was no telling what this device did. Absently, she reached out and pressed one of the buttons. Arnold noticed and started to say something along the lines of "Uhh, Phoebe, I don't think that's such a good idea." He never got the chance though. The device glowed softly and then a brilliant beam of red energy erupted from its tip. The beam pierced Arnold where he stood and bounced off a mirror in one corner. It passed through him again and, having changed to a bright yellow, struck Phoebe directly in her chest. Both children waited for something to happen. They expected any second to shrink or grow wings or float up off the floor, but nothing happened. Aside from a slight tingle on her chest and between her legs, Phoebe felt normal. Arnold stepped over and took the device from her hand. He felt pretty normal too, except for an odd feeling in his groin and an inordinate amount of anger at the girl. "Phoeb, you should know better than to mess with one of the Frizz's machines. That was pretty dumb." Phoebe was about to apologize when the storeroom door across the room burst open and a river of white liquid erupted from it. Miss Frizzell, astride a surfboard, appeared in the doorway. "WAHOO!" Neither child was surprised to see the liquid evaporate before it reached them, depositing Frizzell and surfboard gently to the floor a foot from them. She stepped off the board and smiled at them. "Good morning, Arnold and Phoebe. How is clean up coming?" The blonde teacher was dressed in a one-piece suit similar to what divers used. It was covered with small white globes and smaller things that looked like tadpoles. Arnold held out the device guiltily. "We found this in the closet and Phoebe accidentally used it." Miss Frizzell took the thing from the boy and smiled happily. "Why this is my Procreation Acceleration gun. I was wondering where this had gone." She reached down and patted Arnold on the head. "Good job, kids." Phoebe blushed bright red and said, "Miss Frizzell? We kind of, accidentally, sort of used it on ourselves. Is anything strange going to happen to us?" The Frizz leaned her head back and laughed. "Don't you worry, Phoebe. This thing hasn't worked right since I ordered it from the M.S.O.A. catalogue years ago. I had just forgotten where I put it." Feeling much safer now that he knew he wasn't going to grow gills or scales, Arnold asked, "What is the M.S.O.A.?" "Why the Mad Scientists of America, of course. I used to get their catalogue every month, but my subscription was cut off because I refused to order anything new after this thing didn't work." The teacher tossed the device on top a pile of magazines written in Sanskrit. "Since you two were nice enough to help me with all of this, I will treat you to lunch. Where would you like to go?" "Hungry Hattie's Halibut House? It's all you can eat all day on the seafood bar," Arnold said. Both Phoebe and Miss Frizzell laughed. Arnold's appetite was legendary among the kids. "Any objections, Phoebe. Any place you would rather go?" The Frizz already knew the answer to that one. The young girl was so shy and submissive that she rarely initiated anything. Most times, she was content to go along with what the other kids wanted. Tonight was no exception. She smiled shyly and nodded. "That sounds nice. I am hungry." And oddly enough, she was. She felt like she was starving to death, even though she had been fed a huge breakfast before she left for school. That, combined with a strange tingling feeling in her privates every time she looked at Arnold, had her feeling very lightheaded. "Alright then, to the bus!" Minutes later, they were climbing onboard the battered old yellow school bus that Miss Frizzell regularly used to take them on their field trips. Arnold noticed that the buses markings, as usual, matched the Frizz's dress. The only exception was what looked like several outlines of very fat women. He wondered about this, but quickly forgot about it. The drive to Hattie's was short and soon they were digging into Hattie's famous Halibut Fillets and Halibut chowder. Actually, the kids did most of the eating. Miss Frizzell spent most of the time leaning back and watching, a slight smile dancing on her face. Finally, when no could eat any more and Hattie was threatening to throw them out for putting them out of business, they returned to the school. Phoebe was definitely feeling strange now. She felt flushed and sweaty. The front of her halter seemed to scratching her chest terribly and the seat of her shorts seemed to have drawn up tightly against her private places. Every time she looked at Arnold, the feelings intensified and try as she might, she couldn't stop looking at him. She had always thought Arnold was cute. He was shy and sweet. Not loud or harsh like Carlos and Ralphie could be. Now, there seemed to be something else about him. Something that made her feel warm and tingly inside. She kept studying him the entire trip back. Arnold was also beginning to feel a little odd. His underwear, nice sensible and loose boxers, seemed too tight all of a sudden. It was like they had suddenly shrunk several sizes. He also noticed Phoebe staring at him and this just made the tightness even worse. Without even thinking, he reached down to try and adjust them. Imagine his surprise to find that his underwear hadn't shrunk, but that he had grown. Usually, when he had to go to the bathroom, he had to fish around in his pants for several seconds to find himself. Now, before his hand had even reached the place where his penis usually hid, he felt a substantial bulge. Realizing that Phoebe and Miss Frizzell could see him, he quickly removed his hand, but made a vow to go to the restroom as soon as they got back to the school. After the bus was parked, both Arnold and Phoebe made beelines for the student bathrooms, only to come to a screeching halt when they saw the Out of Order Signs hanging on both the boys and the girls rooms. "Oh no! Now what are we going to do? I have to se... I mean I need to go bad," Arnold said, trying to cover the ever rising bulge in his pants. Phoebe was desperate too. The tingling in her privates had turned into a fierce itching sensation and she felt the desperate need to scratch it. "I don't know! I need to go too." Miss Frizzell's head appeared around the classroom doorway. "Use the Teacher's Lounge Restroom. I'm sure no one will mind and it has two stalls so you can both go at once." The kids leapt at the suggestion and raced down to the Teacher's Lounge. In their rush to get to the bathroom, the two children hit the door at the same time and became stuck. They writhed against each other, trying to extricate themselves with little success. Soon, however, the twisting and turning took on a completely different tone. Phoebe was feeling extremely weird now. She felt like she desperately needed to go to the bathroom and the itching was almost unbearable. Her chest hurt and the feel of her halter rubbing against it was making the bathroom feeling worse. As she struggled to get past Arnold, she noticed that when his chest brushed against hers, some of the ache went away. She could also feel something very hard pressing against the spot that itched the worst and that felt soothing too. Without even realizing that she was doing it, she stopped struggling and pressed harder against Arnold. Arnold felt this and stopped trying to get through the door. Instead he looked at Phoebe. The throbbing in his groin was much worse now. He could feel his penis practically bursting out of his underwear and pants. It was wedged between Phoebe's slightly spread legs and he could feel her sliding back and forth against it. Looking back at Phoebe's face, he saw that she had her eyes closed and was breathing roughly. Her face looked very red and a faint sheen of perspiration covered it. He could also feel two tiny hard points pressing against his chest, even through his shirt. Slowly, unsure of what he was doing, but knowing it felt good, he leaned his hips forward so that he pressed his groin even harder against hers. "Uhh, Phoeb, didn't you have to go the bathroom?" Phoebe kept her eyes closed and kept moving her hips. Distantly, she realized that Arnold was talking to her, but she really couldn't concentrate on what he was saying. The spot itched much less now, but still itched terribly. Somehow, she felt that her shorts were getting in the way of it feeling better. Without even pondering the odd thought, she reached between the two of them and placed her hands on the waist band of her shorts. Arnold saw this and gulped. Before he could object, she forced her shorts down her legs to her knees. He could clearly see her pink panties with tiny red hearts on them. She straightened back up and pressed the itching spot back into the hard place. A soft sigh escaped her lips at the sensation. Arnold had a distinct feeling that he should be objecting at this point. This all seemed too close to the lectures he had received about private places and stuff. Still, the lectures had involved adults, not children his own age and it did feel nice. Even through his jeans, he could feel a warm, damp heat surrounding his penis. It felt really nice. Idly, he wondered how it would feel without his pants or shorts on. As if reading his mind, a voice behind him said, "If you want the full effects, then you need to take your clothes off." Standing in the hallway, Miss Frizzell watched her students with a warm smile. "And you should probably go inside so you can have some privacy. Don't bother to ask Phoebe, I doubt that she can really hear you right now. Just take her inside and get comfortable." Once again, a suggestion made by Miss Frizzell struck Arnold as odd, even wrong. He started to voice an objection when Phoebe sighed again and pulled her panties down to join her shorts. All of Arnold's objections vanished when he saw the hairless cleft between her legs. He slowly slid past Phoebe into the lounge and pulled her inside. As Miss Frizzell had said, the girl seemed to be off in a world of her own. He closed the door and locked it without thinking. "Lessee, Miss Frizzell said that we had to take our clothes off." Since Phoebe was already halfway there, Arnold decided to do her first. "Hold still a minute, Phoebe," he said as he pulled her shorts and underwear down to her feet. Without objection, the girl lifted each leg to allow him to remove them completely. She passively raised her arms as he pulled the halter top over her head and tossed it on the floor beside the other clothes. Phoebe felt chilly suddenly and this helped bring her back to some semblance of reality. She opened her eyes just in time to see Arnold remove his shirt. She was puzzled over why her classmate would be undressing in front of her, even though the sight of his bare chest did send even more tingles through her body. She was even more amazed when he unbuckled his jeans and kicked off his shoes. Surely he wasn't going to... She gasped when he skinned off his pants and underwear in one fast motion. The sudden shock of seeing him naked brought home to her the fact that she was also standing there nude. "Arnold, what's going on? At my old school, we never took our clothes off in front of other kids." Even as she spoke, Phoebe found herself staring at her friend. For the most part, he looked like her nude. She could see two tiny red spots on his chest that were just like the tiny ones on her own chest. The only difference she could see was the strange projection between his legs. It was very hard looking and very red. It looked swollen and painful. She idly wondered if it itched as bad as the place between her legs. Arnold shrugged and walked over to her. Remembering what they had been doing in the doorway, he stepped up and put his arms on Phoebe's shoulders. Hesitantly, he leaned his hips forward and let his erection press against her cleft. Phoebe moaned, which startled her and Arnold. She hadn't meant to make a noise, but the wonderful sensation of Arnold's thing touching her most private place overwhelmed her. Again, her mind seemed to retreat back into some place warm and cozy. She instinctively pressed her hips forward again and spread her legs wide. It was Arnold's turn to moan this time. The spot between Phoebe's legs was incredibly warm and damp. A part of him wondered if she had peed on herself while waiting to go the bathroom, but he found that he really didn't care. His erection was so hard it was painful and the small sacks beneath it had swollen to several times the size they used to be. In a motion as old as nature itself, he began sliding his hips back and forth. He could feel something brushing either side of his shaft and a slight bump at the beginning of each stroke. Whenever the tip of his shaft bumped that point, Phoebe would jerk and gasp as if in pain. The look on her face was anything but one of pain though. Realizing that if they kept standing, they would probably fall down, Arnold slowly eased Phoebe over to the large, overstuffed couch in one corner of the lounge. He was careful to keep his shaft in contact with Phoebe, so the trip took several seconds. Phoebe gave absolutely no resistance as he laid her back onto the couch. Instead, she reached out for him again as he stood over her. "Please, Arnold. Please come down here with me." Her voice seemed breathless and she had an odd look in her eyes as she stared at him. Her legs were completely open now and Arnold could see her cleft in full detail. It seemed red and very swollen. The little bump he had felt seconds before seemed bigger and some sort of dampness coated all of it and her thighs. Arnold felt a warm feeling in his heart as he stared at the girl. Something about the way she lay and the way she talked appealed to him. "Sure, Phoeb." He climbed onto the couch and between her legs so that he could press his erection back onto her place. He groaned as he felt the warmth surround him again. "Oh, Phoebe, that feels so good," he said as he slid his hips forward even more. Phoebe had once again retreated to the warm place. The feeling of her friend's thing was wonderful. It felt so hot and smooth against her privates. When he moved his hips a certain way, she felt his thing hit a spot right at the top of her cleft. The intense pleasure this brought made her moan and jerk her hips upwards to meet him. At one of these jerks, she felt his thing stop its downward slide and press against something. Before she could even wonder what was happening, she felt it somehow slide inside of her. "Ah, Phoebe!" Arnold was just as surprised as the girl was when he felt his erection press against something, then pop inside. With a great effort, he stopped himself from going further. A tight ring surrounded his shaft and incredible feelings of pleasure were travelling up it. His hips kept twitching forward on their own accord, but he managed to keep them mostly still. Phoebe's eyes shot open wide as she felt Arnold's shaft pressing inside of her. She looked down to where their two bodies were joined. She could still see most of Arnold's thing, but she cold feel a part of it moving very slightly inside of her. She felt very stretched inside, but it wasn't an unpleasant sensation. Far from it. She could feel little tingles of pleasure in her privates as Arnold moved inside of her. Still, she was almost certain this was not something that they should be doing, nice feeling or not. She was about to shyly suggest they stop when the school bell range and startled both of them. Arnold reacted to the unexpected sound by jerking his head up to look around. This action caused his hips to snap forward hard. Phoebe felt an odd pressure for a split second and then Arnold's thing slid all the way inside of her. Again, her mind retreated to the warm place and left her body in charge. Without hesitation, her hips rose up to meet Arnold's thrust and her legs wrapped themselves around his thin waist. A girlish moan was all she could manage at she felt him press deeper inside of her. Arnold's highly intelligent and analytical mind had been doing a fine job of maintaining some form of control, even in this unusual situation. After all, it wasn't that much different than some of the field trips that Miss Frizzell had taken them on. But the moment he felt himself buried completely inside of his classmate, he lost it. Instincts that were ancient when man was young took over. He began pumping his shaft in and out of Phoebe. The incredible dampness and warmth inside her drove him into a frenzy. He could feel an incredible pressure building inside of him and he knew that he had to rid himself of it anyway he could. He began pumping faster and harder. Phoebe too, could feel something building inside of her. Her tiny nipples ached and her privates were on fire with pleasure. Each time Arnold bottomed out inside of her, his pelvis pressed against that strange bump and sent her off on new levels of desire and joy. She began to shove her tiny hips up to meet him and use her legs to pull him down harder on every stroke. Finally, just when she thought she would die from all the pleasure, some dam broke inside of her and waves of sheer ecstasy erupted in her privates. Her hips frantically began thrusting up to meet the boy's thrusts. All semblance of logical thought vanished as she experienced her first orgasm. Arnold felt this and groaned. It felt like something inside of Phoebe was pulling on his shaft, almost milking it. The pressure was becoming unbearable and he felt like he was about to pee. He frantically tried to pull out of Phoebe before he did it, but her legs held him securely as her hips and privates pulled him deeper. Finally, he could resist no more and felt something shoot from the end of his shaft. He moaned deeply at the feeling as he emptied himself inside of his friend. Now, instead of trying to escape, he was pressing harder into her. The sacks under his penis seemed to deflate as he pumped more and more liquid into her. Finally, both children were spent and lying in each other's arms on the couch. Both were sweaty and sore, but both of them felt very content and close. Sleepily, Phoebe opened one eye and looked at Arnold. "At my old school, we never did anything like that." 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