Message-ID: <44736asstr$1066079406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Cindylover1969@aol.com (CindyLover) X-Original-Message-ID: Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2003 03:04:30 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 12 Oct 2003 20:04:30 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} ...Make Me Feel So Damned Unpretty: Something Wicca This Way Comes (Jennifer Garner/Sydney Bristow, Jessica Alba/Max, Eliza Dushku/Faith, Kim Possible, Daphne Blake, Phoebe Halliwell, Piper Halliwell, the girls from 'Totally Spies', Sarah Michelle Ge Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2003 17:10:06 -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: dennyw, newsman The contents of this tale are fictional. The real people as presented in this story are not intended to be portrayed as they are in real life. The fictional characters used are the properties of Bad Robot, Disney Enterprises, Hanna-Barbera Cartoons, Kuzui Enterprises, Marathon Animation, Mutant Enemy Inc, Sandollar Television, Spelling Television, TF1, Touchstone Television and Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation, and are used here purely for fantasy purposes. The content isn't meant for under-18s; this was first published on CSSA. * * * * * * * * * * It had been a year since the Manticore escapees had made Terminal City their home. Today was the anniversary of what some had called Freak Nation, but what Max called home. Or the place she HAD called home, until half an hour ago. As she tore through the Seattle streets towards the city borders, away from all she had known, all she could think of was her final meeting with Logan... and the day had started so well. She had gotten some good news; at last a cure for the virus that was keeping her and him apart was being put together. Now it wasn't IF she could ever be with him again, but WHEN. Knowing that she had a reason to keep going got her through the day, and as she drew up her motorcycle outside Logan's place, she knew it would keep her going until that happy day arrived. "Hey there, Lone Ranger," Max beamed as she slinked into his room. "Another hard day of saving the world..." Her voice tailed off. Logan was there, all right; but he was in the shower. But his bed was occupied by a woman about Max's age, with black hair and Amerasian features, and wearing nothing but an evil grin. "Brin?!" "He thought I was dead too," Brin sniggered. "What the fuck are you - " "Let's just say I can give him something you can't," she interrupted. "I've been giving it to him for a while as well... I sneaked back into Seattle not long after you chained me up, disposed of Asha and helped him get over it. And you." Brin grinned at Max again. "Well, when I tell him what I've got to say he's never gonna stick himself inside your traitorous cunt again," Max replied. "LOGAN! I've got some big news for..." Brin was up in a flash and threw Max to the floor... ...and Howard shook his head, scanning through the rest of Will's story. Brin beat up Max, Logan arrived, the two of them explained to Max that they were through, and Brin lived happily ever after with Logan, leaving Max to flee to Canada. The end. "Let's face it, Brin was the real star of the show," Will had added in the attached letter. "Yeah, and the Hilton Sisters have huge tits," Howard said to himself, prior to deleting it. * * * * * * * * * * "Why are you calling me Sydney?" she asked. "I'm Jennifer." "Don't play with me," Scott told her, still clutching her hair. "I didn't think it was true either at first, but just then it clinched it for me." "Just then...?" "I know how Jennifer gives head; she's had a lot of experience. I know her technique... and you're not her. Not that I didn't like it," he admitted, "but you're not her. Plus there's the whole business with my dick." Sydney looked at it. It was still toony, but towards the end of the shaft it started to turn normal again. "Your point is?" "If you really were Jennifer, you wouldn't have left it alone like that." "But I didn't - " "I meant you behaved like it was normal," Scott pointed out. "Well, it IS normal where I come from..." Sydney tailed off, realising that she had just crossed the line. "So Weatherly was right," Scott said slowly. "He rang me up before I went out and got smashed... told me that Jessica Alba was behaving a bit too much like she was still playing Max for his liking. He joked that she thought she was Max - well, I thought he was joking. But then Jenny disappears and comes back, and after Jessie went and came back..." Sydney shook her head in sorrow and got off the bed. "If I told you what was going on - " " - I wouldn't believe you? Hell, try me." Sydney thought for a moment, and then nodded. "Do you have the Disney Channel?" "Yeah, we like 'Lizzie McGuire.' But I haven't got time for cartoons, Bristow," Scott replied, amazed at how quickly he'd gotten used to talking to his wife's fictional alter ego. "I think you'll have time for this one," she countered, going over to the TV set and switching it on. While she searched for the channel, Scott slapped his erection to get it to go down and leave his mind alone; whether Sydney Bristow or Jennifer Garner, a toned and sexy butt was still a toned and sexy butt. * * * * * * * * * * Tracy Ryan and Max faced each other on their hands and knees, their faces glowing with delight. Behind Tracy, the director was thrust his meat in and out of her; he was bellowing her name out loud as he stuck himself as far up her box as he could. Always stiff on seeing her, he was almost crying with joy on being inside her tight cunt; Tracy was playing with his prick by squeezing her pussy around it, making it harder for him to go all the way in or out. Not that he minded staying inside her - not since that glorious night with Michelle Branch had he so enjoyed being inside a woman. In fact, it was almost as good as his usual choice of bedmate - maybe he really was bi instead of just experimenting with women... Tracy needed her hands on the ground to keep from falling over, but she could still kiss Max, whose sublime body was jacking back and forth with the thrusts from Faith's arms. Max was getting opened in both doors; Faith had her right arm pushed deep inside the transgenic's flawless ass, and her left hand was working its way into her plump, hot pussy. The Slayer had done this with Kennedy once upon a time (and rumour had it that Willow had gone to another world when Kennedy tried it one night - the student outdoing the teacher?), and she had loved it; but Max was gasping like a locomotive, feeling Faith twirling her fingers inside the cramped space of her snatch and making her beg for orgasms. Max screamed in joy as Faith's right fist slowly moved back and forth in and out of her bunghole - bigger than any cock she had ever had, she felt as if she wouldn't be able to walk for a week after this. But if she had Tracy's soft lips on hers, she could take the bedrest. Max placed her tongue inside Tracy's mouth, and the two kissed repeatedly as their lovers ground away behind them... "How is that possible?" Jessica Alba asked, transfixed by the sight of Eliza Dushku - she had to keep telling herself it was FAITH - cornholing her (she still couldn't believe it was Max there; first season Max, happily, but still Max). "And does that kid know?" "Not yet," Tara replied. "He doesn't know the power he holds as a Fan. That's a Fan with a capital F." "I kind of guessed that." "Actually, if he had chosen to write about someone else, things could have been different," Daphne continued. "It all depends on how much influence the Creators exert; because Rockne didn't have as much to do with 'Farscape' as David Kemper did, if he'd done stories about Aeryn Sun and Chiana getting it on we'd be seeing Claudia Black and Gigi Edgeley together. Or if he was a fan of Nigella Lawson and 'Star Trek,' he could have gotten her and Kirk together." Jessica might have thought that sounded mad even a couple of hours ago. "Same thing with you," the redhead continued. "Now that your show's been cancelled, the control over what happens to the characters isn't in the hands of Cameron and Eglee - it's in the hands of people like Howard here." "He's a longtime writer of fan fiction," Tara chipped in. "He's been doing it since around the age of 7; nothing much at first, but he got better - and the more he wrote, the more power he got in this world. He's experienced enough so that he's one of the Fans who actually wields influence around here. I'm sure you know that a lot of fans write their own stories." "Tell me about it," Jessica said. "Some of them even sent me stuff." "The power the Fans have depends on how much control the Creators have, but even the more hands-on types like my Joss can be affected by the Fans' power. And since the Slayer has a lot of Fans, they can affect what happens here." "But my show didn't have the same fanbase," Jessica told Tara ruefully. "True, but you certainly have your followers. And one of them's affecting what happens here," Tara pointed out thoughtfully. "But he can't affect both places by himself - if he can change what's happening in the real world, he's got to be having help." "From whom?" "From whoever it was that made the Jump there first." * * * * * * * * * * The van carrying Clover, Sam, Alex, and Anna pulled into the courtyard and juddered to a stop. "Showtime!" Penelope Pitstop chirped. "Time for you to meet your friends." "They aren't my friends," Sarah said sullenly, looking at the open window. The memories of the past few days all came to the fore; for every nice one (she didn't mind sucking off Bobby Hill that much) there were too many bad ones (she wished she could wipe out the memory of Pitstop here firing that gun pointblank into her face; she had only been dead for a couple of seconds, and there wasn't the slightest sign to suggest anything had happened, but...). Sarah knew that there was nothing to stop her running to the window, leaping out, and hurling herself to the cobblestones far below. Nothing except for the fact that around here, she would just bounce right back again. That was what made it so bad, and why their methods were so effective - they could never torture you to DEATH here, they could just keep going on and on and on forever until you told them what they wanted to know. And the worst thing was, Sarah would have told them if she knew... "Come on!" Sarah Michelle Gellar was hustled out by - no, she told herself she wasn't being manhandled by Bert and Ernie. She wasn't, she wasn't, she... Well, if she was, no time like the present... "So," she said, conjuring up a grin, "is it true that you're gay?" * * * * * * * * * * "You're a lot shorter than I thought you'd be," Jessica said to Kim on meeting her. "It's TV, it adds five inches," La Possible answered. "Haven't seen you in ages, Blake!" "I never got a chance to thank you for finding that hairdresser," Daphne told the teen. "No big," Kim replied. "Anyone behind a hair day that bad had it coming." "Your hair isn't that bad," Jennifer pointed out. "She means the style she got for 'The 13 Ghosts Of Scooby-Doo,'" Tara explained. "Here..." She cast a spell, and Daphne's hair, to its owner's horror, reformed itself into that hideous cut. "UUUGGGHHH!!" gagged Jessica and Kim together, as Jennifer wrinkled her nose and waved her hands in front of her face. "That was pretty scary, yeah," Tara agreed, restoring it as the WOOHP girls arrived, their friend in tow. The smiles disappeared immediately as Kim and the trio faced each other. Clover glowered, Alex slitted her eyes, and Sam glared at Kim, who looked from one to the other in turn. There was going to be blood shed before long... and it wasn't the first time they had crossed swords. "Drakken says hi," Kim said tersely. "You...!" Clover howled, and prepared to fling herself onto Kim, as a horn sounded "Dixie." Instantly she and the others halted, and faced the Compact Pussycat as it drove towards them, Penelope at the wheel waving to them, Sarah Michelle Gellar tied up behind it and being dragged along. "Don't go shedding any blood just yet, darlin'!" called Penelope. "We need to get all the players here - why, as I live and breathe, the last one just arrived... isn't that just great timing?" Fred and Norville had brought their van into the courtyard, and were escorting the Road Runner arm in arm - arm in wing, actually. He was putting up quite a fight, going "Beep beep! Beep beep!" without a pause, but the men had successfully ignored his pleas, and had now brought him to join the others. Daphne avoided the glances of Fred, focusing purely on their companion. She'd seen the buzzing bird before, but there was something different about him this time, and not only that he'd been caught. She studied him - beak, feathers, eyes... that was it. His eyes... They were still live-action. "Have a look at that," she said to Jessica. "Look at the eyes." Jessica did, wondering what she was supposed to be looking for. The Road Runner stared right back at her and "Beep beep!"ed plantively, and it hit Miss Alba in the midst of the introductions Penelope was making (despite the plethora of "We've met"s). On top of all the other revelations, this one was one too many - her mind buckled under all the weight. "Brittany...?" was all she could say before fainting. "Brittany?" Sarah Michelle repeated. "As in Spears?" "As in Murphy," Norville replied. "Apparently Kirsten wasn't the only person to change when she came here." "Tell us about it, Shaggy," Daphne said. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!" * * * * * * * * * * The water woke Jessica up. Warm water, not stinging thankfully; she could feel a tiled floor. She must have been taken to a bathroom and left there to recover... yeah, she had to have been drinking. Must have been a helluva lot though to have been imagining she was talking to a bunch of TV characters... "I thought you were never going to wake up," beamed Tara, standing over her. The oddly lovely witch's hair was dripping down over her head near Jessica's eyes. "Better get up, they're going to be cleaning us now." "They?" Jessica asked as she got up, and realised she was naked. So was Tara. And so, as she looked around, were all the others. The chamber they were in was large, with jets coming down from sprockets throughout the ceiling. "They give us fifteen minutes to wash ourselves, then they send in people to scrub us just to make sure," the witch explained. "Why?" "Because they want us really pure for later," Clover explained, staring at Jessica and Tara. As well as Sarah and Jennifer. "What's wrong?" asked Jennifer, the least self-conscious of the live women. "Haven't you ever seen naked women before?" "Not like you we haven't," Alex admitted. "We're not used to seeing women with tits that small. Around here they're generally built more like..." she indicated Kim Possible and Daphne Blake, standing directly under a jet and humming to themselves. Kim's breasts were big and perky the way only toons could be, and her tummy looked even hotter without a shirt, but it was the older woman who really caused the mouths of all the live women there to drop open in admiration. Daphne had a body that could only have been designed by a man; tiny tiny waist, fantastic legs, and a crimson bush that made even the most hirsute of the ladies there (Jennifer, in case you were wondering) start to dribble. And as for those breasts... Sarah looked down at her own tits and felt sick with jealousy. Those things she had on her were massive. "Please don't let her have a good ass, please don't let her have a good ass..." she thought to herself, as Daphne handed the soap to Kim and asked her to rub her back. Sarah bit her tongue to stop herself howling in envy; she DID have a good ass. She had a great ass, in fact. And Kim was rubbing it. SMG and Jennifer Garner stared at the two toons in fascination, watching Kim move her hands up from Daphne's rump to her boobs, and rub her head against her back, purring contentedly. "So you want a piece of animated ass?" Sam asked Jennifer, getting in the way of their vision. "Admit it, you're curious aren't you?" Jennifer had to admit that she was. "Well, you'll get all you want," Alex continued, and judo-flipped the tall actress onto the tiles. "But you're getting it on our terms." "And don't go calling to the Dark Angel," Clover added. "She's busy..." Jessica was indeed busy; she had been urged to the floor as well, and had been lying prone there when Tara began her work. Jessica was still lying flat, but she was no longer on the floor... she was hovering several feet in the air, her hair and arms dangling down and the breath escaping her in quick, excited bursts. She was afraid and yet thrilled at what was happening. Tara had been the recipient of one such magical cunnilingus from Willow when the musical demon had hit Sunnydale, and now she wanted to make Jessica complete as much as Willow had her. Jessica had been reluctant, but the witch had pointed out that now that she was dead by the rules of the Buffyverse, Miss Rosenberg was off limits; and Tara was tantalizing her in other ways. Peering down her levitated body, Jessica could see Tara's large, kind eyes looking at her through her cut-down pubes and hear the contented murmurs as she delicately ran her tongue and lips through Jessica's cunt. If you had been looking under Miss Alba, you would have seen her buttocks start to be kneaded, as if there was someone invisible under her squeezing away. Jessica moaned as she felt her butt be manipulated, and gasped as she saw her breasts start to move by themselves - Tara couldn't touch her with her hands or the spell would be broken. Jessica watched captivated as her nipples stood out... she could actually feel something brushing them. Her pussy was tingling away with Tara's devoted mouth - but Tara had stepped away from her, looking at her lovingly. Yet Jessica could still feel her pussy being worked on... she felt herself rise a little further, and let her head lie back as she waited for the end result. Kim was facing Daphne now; they kissed deeply before the teenager buried her head between Daphne's jugs, but Miss Blake had her hands on Kim's tits. How Ron could hang around with her and not try anything had puzzled many of Daphne's contemporaries; OK, they were smaller than her own, but whose weren't around here? Daphne liked how pliable La Possible's boobage felt with the soapy water on them; she ignored Kim's mumbles as she spread one hand on her tight behind and the other between her legs. Velma, Shmelma - now here was a girl it would be fun to eat out... Daphne began to lick Kim's beautiful body, wanting to make it all count. Jennifer Garner looked from one WOOHP-ass to the other. The girls were standing with their backs to her, their hands on their cheeks and spreading them apart. "You want some of this? You clean us out," Sam ordered. Jennifer picked up the soap reluctantly. "With your TONGUE!!!" the girls chorused in glee. "You can put the soap on it first if you like," Clover added. "Gee, thanks so much," Jennifer said ruefully. But there was no way out of it... she worked the soap into a lather, and smeared as much of it onto her tongue as she dared. Jennifer was willing to eat ass, and had done so on a number of occasions, but... she faced Alex's butt, and gagged. "Come on, Garner! It won't clean itself..." They were Totally Spies, and Jennifer got on with the show. Sarah Michelle Gellar couldn't help but smirk as she watched Jennifer apply her soapy tongue to Alex's rump and scrape around. This made up for the fact that she was the only one there without a partner... "Pardon me, miss, but it's time to begin the scrubbing." Sarah felt Peter Perfect's hands land on her shoulders. * * * * * * * * * * Eliza Dushku was in the position of being with two guys, not for the first time. Penelope had agreed that she could forgo the shower chamber as a reward for getting out of the machine, but she still needed someone to watch over her in case she tried to escape, despite Eliza pointing out that she didn't even know how she got here in the first place. But for the moment, she was focused on avoiding Shaggy's stubble as it rubbed her face; she was kissing him while Fred slid his cock back and forth between her cheeks. She took care not to call him that; it brought up images of Jamaican rappers. And meanwhile, Fred's rod was wanking her butt like nobody's business... Shaggy enjoyed playing with Eliza's lovely biggish tits; it was great to be with another woman after all those years of Daphne. He kissed each one over and over before pressing Eliza's hand against his crotch; she needed no urging to take out what was inside. Eliza grinned at how much bigger his was than Fred's. "Come on, Norville," she growled sexily, "I'll give this a good home." Feeling Fred's twig of a prick jerking away, she put Shaggy's cock between her boobs and began some wanking of her own. She instantly felt a lot hotter than poor Fred could ever make her. "Now isn't this better than any Scooby Snack?" she cooed, as she saw the head of Shaggy's prick start to let its cum drip out. "Like, yeah...!" Sometimes he forgot himself and went back to his old self. He howled like his canine friend as Eliza's tits worked around his prick, and stared at them, wanting to jack off over them, dying to make them all slippery and shiny with his juice, wanting to shove it into her mouth, her snatch, heck, even her behind if Cravat Man would ever get through... "WHOOOOOOO!!!" Eliza yelled; Fred was finally getting somewhere. As thin as his cock was, it meant that at least she didn't feel like she was being split open this time when he pushed it into her backside. But boy, she wished it was Shaggy. On the other hand, these cartoon guys had some weird anatomy... they were all lying flat, but Eliza's ass was receiving Fred without her needing to bend - it was his prick that was bending, following her fundament without any problems whatsoever. And as she watched Shaggy's cock start to shoot between her tits, she began to wonder if going back up there was really such a good idea... * * * * * * * * * * "Is this really such a good idea?" asked Phoebe. "Well, calling a taxi is a lot easier than waiting for the bus," Piper pointed out, "and I can't ask Paige to orb us there all the time." "No, I mean this whole situation... when Ashley comes in, we'll talk." "Talk about what?" beamed Ashley, freshly returned from the store. "About us." Ashley's smile disappeared. She had a feeling that this time would come, but she had hoped it could have been delayed for as long as possible... she set down her shopping and sat down next to the sisters. "Let's get it over with." "Look, Ash... you know how we all feel about you. Even Piper. We love you, and we love living here, but..." "But the house in San Francisco is our house," Paige continued reluctantly. "It's been in the family for generations..." "It's our base," Piper added. "We can't just dump it for anyone. Not even you." "I understand," Ashley said quietly. "You have to leave." "You could come with us," Phoebe suggested. "We've got the room..." "But this is MY home," Ashley pointed out. "I can't abandon it any more than you can leave yours. Plus... I'm expecting her to come any day now." "Expecting who?" "Expecting me," a new female voice answered Paige. With surprise on the faces of the Charmed Ones and surprise and recognition on Ashley's, the four women turned to see Melissa Gabriel. A slim blonde in her teens, she was on the verge of blossoming into a truly beautiful woman; she and Ashley had been separated for years after her big sister had sent her away in a bid to keep Smoleg from coming after her. Now that it was safe, she had alerted her that they could be reunited, even though Melissa had insisted time and again that she hadn't needed to be sent away. And she still did that now. "And who are these strangers?" Melissa asked. "They're not strangers," Ashley told her. "They're damn near part of the family - if it wasn't for them I wouldn't be here." "Just doing our jobs," Piper told her. "Piper Halliwell-Wyatt." "Melissa Gabriel," the teen replied, liking Piper on the spot, but reserving judgement about the other two. "You wanna tell me what all this is about you not wanting to leave?" * * * * * * * * * * "So let me get this straight," Scott said to Sydney. "Jennifer's stuck on the other side of the screen with all the other characters? With Kim Possible?" "Sort of, yeah," Sydney replied. "And Shego's up here disguised as Ellen Devereaux - she's on my show now as Harriet, she's a spy who - " "Hey, hey, hey! No spoilers!" Scott laughed, forgetting the situation for a second. "Fair point. Anyway, Shego sent Garner into the other place, just as Alba and the other women she was shooting with got sent over as well. They can still swap back as long as the Threesome doesn't take place." "The WHAT?" * * * * * * * * * * VELMA: Yo Hojo. ALBASSEXSLAVE: What's up, Velma? VELMA: I've been talking to you and Will for a while now... how about we meet up? I've gotta know if you look as good as you write. ALBASSEXSLAVE: Guess we could sort that out. I bet Will would love it. WILL: Yeah, I would. Drop us emails and we'll work out a meeting. VELMA: I've got a friend who's seen some of the stuff you do - she can't wait to meet you. WILL: If she's anything like you, it'll be our pleasure. * * * * * * * * * * "Oh, darn it!" Peter twittered. Sarah wasn't having too good a time either; of all the guys to get partnered with, she had to be with someone who sounded like friggin' Snagglepuss ("Snagglepuss sounds like ME!" Peter had told her, miffed. "And I'll thank you not to draw comparisons between me and that homosexual feline..."). And now there she was, having been scrubbed clean by the handlers, and being held up all soapy and disinfected as Peter thrust into her, clinical and precise... but not getting anywhere. He tried his hardest, but he just couldn't get the job done. His dick hung there limp, as useless as an episode of "Filmation's Ghostbusters." "Hey," SMG suggested. "If you're having trouble getting stiff, think of someone you DO want to poke. Just get it over with!" An image of Penelope Pitstop atop Betty Rubble floated into the driver's head. Both he and Sarah stared at his penis - even around here they never got hard that quickly. He beamed, grasped the tiny blonde and was about to enter when a bass drumroll was heard, punctuated by the sound of a hammer striking metal twice. Peter let her go, and bowed his head reluctantly. "What was that?" Sarah asked. "That thing at the end of Jack Webb's shows," Jennifer explained, spitting the rinsing water out of her mouth as the WOOHP girls watched. Their assholes were as clean as Garner's mouth had been dirty. "Yeah, that too," Daphne agreed, "but it's the alarm. We're wanted." She and the others, all cleaned up, were hustled to the changing rooms to get dressed. * * * * * * * * * * Scott just stared at Sydney, as she finished explaining what was up. "And you DON'T want this to go ahead? But if you did, you'd win..." "Yeah, I know," Sydney agreed, as she started to get dressed. "But some things have to stay the way they are, even if we don't want them to. Besides, Jennifer belongs up here... too many questions. Like how come I don't bruise." It was true. Scott had surveyed all of Sydney's naked body; unlike Jennifer Garner, there wasn't a single battle mark to be seen anywhere. Sydney had asked him to hit her as hard as he could - he had obliged by whacking her across the face with a chair, but he might as well have used a feather. "I'm due on set soon - you get some rest, and see if you can find Weatherly. The two of you will need to keep a close eye on Max, and I'll try and control Shego." Scott nodded, thankful he had married her and not Fran Drescher. Two Nannys running around the place would be hell. * * * * * * * * * * As well as being gorgeous, Tracy liked to be nice to anyone who recognised her; the hype surrounding her in "Silencers" was growing, and anything she did to build up her image could only help her upstage her co-stars. It was the start of a busy day, and she had to spend a lot of it in front of a green screen pretending to be fighting while hanging on outside a plane that would be added at Industrial Light and Magic, or Sony Pictures Imageworks, or [oh please no!] Rhythm & Hues, or whichever one of the 20 companies that would be rushing to do all the effects shots so the movie could be in cinemas on time. But now she had just seen off a small bunch of boys who all recognised her from "FHM" and wanted her autograph (she could have given them more, but they were all too damn young), and now she needed to get a cab... "Hey!" Tracy saw a hand beckoning her from an alleyway, and quickly ran into the alley, knowing that Ellen was there. "Aren't you supposed to be on set? On set in New York? On the other side of the country? Away from ME?" "We're here to do the effects shots," Tracy explained. "It'll only be for a couple of days." "Well, keep out of sight," Ellen told her. "You know what happens if people see us both together, or if we even get together." As she spoke, Ellen's features started to change into those of Shego; but Tracy was hardly bothered, because she herself was starting to change. Her black hair became blonde, her body became trimmer and tighter, and her voice changed into a higher pitch, sounding like she was from Texas. Unbeknownst to either, Gabrielle Union was watching the pair from the rooftop, her tailing of Tracy having paid off. She willed herself not to shout on seeing Luanne from "King of the Hill" standing there chatting to some green-tinged lady... * * * * * * * * * * "If this works," Ashley told Melissa with her eyes shining, "I'll be your slave forever." Phoebe gazed at Ashley with love in her eyes, as did Paige and Piper. The three sisters stood in the attic of the Halliwell house, holding hands in a circle with Ashley, whose love was the binding force amongst them, in the centre. It had been Melissa's idea to blend the three Charmed Ones and Ashley into one being - that way they could be together forever, and never have to part. Plus, they would make one kick-ass witch. "Hand in hand, heart to heart, Hear us now, they shall not part, One in four and four in one, They shall stay till time is done." Swirling lights began to form around the brunettes's bodies, and Ashley felt her heart pounding as Phoebe, Piper and Paige became transparent, were harmlessly stretched upwards and soared into the sky. As Ashley watched, the three ladies flew down and entered her, and she felt herself multiply by four... BAM! Ashley suddenly found herself slammed against the door. She felt her head; she was okay, but that feeling she'd had a moment ago was gone. She looked to the left of her - there was Paige, also intact, but looking equally lost. To the right, dazed but unharmed, was Phoebe. And straight ahead where Piper should have ended up... was a shattered window. The Halliwells and Gabriels all had the same thought, and ran to the window with that dreadful thought in their heads, expecting to see the sweetest of the coven lying dead on the pavement outside surrounded by broken glass. What they saw didn't make them feel any better. The good news was that Piper wasn't lying dead on the pavement outside, surrounded by broken glass. The bad news was that Piper wasn't out there at all... * * * * * * * * * * Jessica looked at herself in the full-length mirrors; like the other women, she was dressed rather flashily in a red and blue uniform. She was thankful that she had the kind of body that spandex suited, but she still wanted to know why they had her in this. "Is it to your satisfaction, Miss?" asked the aide. "Well, it fits me," she replied. "But - " "Then let's go." Small talk wasn't on the agenda around here. With no real option, Jessica and the others trooped out into the sunlight, onto another part of the castle grounds. This was a wide open space, normally reserved for parties and suchlike, but today something different would be happening, and only one side would be in the mood for partying when it was over. "So did y'all enjoy your bath?" asked Penelope, standing in the centre of the field. "We sure did," Clover laughed, giving Jennifer a knowing look. "Come over here, Buffy." Sarah was escorted over to Penelope, remembering the last time she had told her "My name isn't Buffy!" It had also been the first time she had been "killed." She didn't want for it to be the cause of her having to go through that again. "Buffy here is a key player in this little game," Penelope began, clutching the tiny thespian with more force than Sarah had imagined. "See, she was the first person to get into this part of the world, and a lot of us want to know how she did it, to kinda open up a bit of two-way traffic." "I told you, I DON'T KNOW!" "There you go, lying to us again," Penelope tut-tutted. "Maybe she got here the same way we did," Jennifer told her. "And how would that be now?" "Ellen... Shego... whatever her name is, she attacked me in a ladies' room, jacked me off, opened up this big vortex and sent me here." "That's sort of how I got here too," Jessica added sullenly. "Me and Dushku broke into Tracy Ryan's dressing room and Brittany was in this vortex thing..." "So that's why she and Dunst changed!" Fred interrupted. "You said something like this might happen..." "Something like what?" Sarah asked. "See, Murphy and Dunst have themselves a few little ties to the toons," Penelope explained. "Brit does the voice of Luanne, and Dunst was the voice of - " "Anastacia!" a suddenly pale Eliza interrupted. It all hit her then. Kirsten Dunst had voiced the young Anastacia in that cartoon... and that pre-Revolutionary Russian girl was the girl that Hathaway bitch turned into when the three of them had been together. And if Shego had been responsible for getting Garner here, then that little girl had pulled herself and Dunst here. But why hadn't - "Why wasn't Garner changed?" Penelope asked. "Maybe my boys should tell them." "Kirsten was taken by that kid and turned into her; Luanne got to fuck the woman who gave her life, so to speak, so Brittany would have changed into her en route if blowfish here hadn't tried to rescue her. That's why she got turned into the Beeper - she could have turned into anything, but Brittany just happened to have her on her mind when she went in," Fred continued. "Yeah, it's like when you dream, what's on your mind before you fall asleep turns into what you dream about," Norville added. "Beep beep! Beep beep!" Brittany replied, bounding up and down in an attempt to escape. "But Garner wasn't done by anything related to her, so she's intact. So's Gellar." Penelope whistled. A large sword came twirling through the air, heading directly for them. Penelope nudged Sarah - "That's yours." "Yeah, like she'll catch that," Daphne cackled, and promptly ate her words as Sarah caught it by the handle, and twirled it. It wasn't ALL special effects. "Excellent!" Penelope laughed. "Now choose which one of these ladies you're going to kill first." Sarah gaped at her, as did the others. "See, it's part down to revenge," Daphne said, as Jessica stared at her. "That awful movie you did was a disgrace to us all. Except for Scrappy-Doo, of course." "And don't think us and Nikita haven't noticed you stealing our thunder, Garner," Sam added. "But all you gotta do for us to forgive you and even let you go is chop one of your little friends into Gravy Train dog food," Penelope finished. "Look, I know it's not going to be permanent," Sarah argued, "but - " "Uhhh... not quite. If one of US kills one of YOU it's not permanent; if one of YOU kills one of US it's not permanent; but even around here if one of YOU kills one of YOU you stay dead. You do it, you get to go free. You don't do it... well..." Penelope's smile disappeared as she finished. "Make up your mind, Buffy," she hissed. "Who's getting it?" * * * * * * * * * * Piper felt dirt and rocks against her face as she came to. When they had all taken up space inside Ashley, something had happened to block Melissa's spell; whatever it was had driven them all apart, but whatever it was had temporarily given Piper Paige's power of orbing - blending them together had given them all each other's powers. It had also blasted her clear out of San Francisco, and propelled her heaven knows how far away to wind up on this hillside... No, this wasn't a hill. It was the side of a sloping cliff. She had landed on an outcropping that had been wide enough to hold her, and her luck continued to hold when she looked around; it wasn't far to climb up. And Piper could see the Castle up at the top. Somehow she knew she had had to come here - there was SOMETHING she had to say... Maybe she'd remember when she got to the top. The witch started to clamber up to the Castle, racking her brains for what she had to remember. * * * * * * * * * * Gabrielle Union slathered the soap over her fine ebony frame, thinking over what she had just seen. Of course, nobody was going to believe her - which was why she wasn't going to tell anyone. The second she got dressed, she was going to get herself back to base, and get herself out of this movie. Dammit, she had dropped the soap. She reached down to get it, but before she could touch it a pink hand snatched it away... Startled, Gabrielle turned around to face two intruders. Both nude, both attractive, and both angry. "Did you really think we didn't know you were following us?" Shego chided, twirling the soap in her hand. "You know 'Once you try black, you never go back'?" Luanne asked, slamming Gabrielle up against the tiles before she could run out. "Once you try toon, you're up on the moon." "Try harder," Gabrielle parried, trying to escape, but finding the two harder to get away from than she had thought. "Too bad you can't tell your friends about this," Shego added, stroking Miss Union's bush as Luanne picked up the shower attachment and lowered the head towards their captive. "Tell Jennifer Garner I said hi..." -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+