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Subject: {ASSM} ...Make Me Feel So Damned Unpretty: Conversations With Dead People (Jennifer Garner, Jessica Alba/Max Guevara, Eliza Dushku, Kim Possible, Paige Matthews/Rose McGowan, Phoebe Halliwell, Kirsten Dunst, Penelope Pitstop, Sarah Michelle Gellar, mF, FF,
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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 Spelling
Television, Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation,
Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Sandollar Television,
Disney Enterprises, Hanna-Barbera, TF1 and Marathon
Animation, and are used here purely for fantasy
purposes. The content isn't meant for under-18s, and this story was
first published on CSSA.

* * * * * * * * * *

Jessica's mind was racing around, trying to figure out
what was going on. She was in a house from one TV
show, talking to characters from two other TV shows...

"This is all a trick, right? Dushku put you up to it,
right?"

"A trick?" Tara repeated. "This isn't a trick."

"Oh come on, Amber..."

"My name's Tara. When Amber was cast as my role I
started to look like her," she told her.

Jessica started to back away slowly, waving her arms
in front of her. "Okay, now this is just TOO weird...
YOUR role?"

Daphne sighed and walked over to her in the usual
Hann-Barbera slightly stiff manner. "Look, we'd better
explain something to you."

"I'm drunk, that's it," Jessica babbled, moving away
from the cartoon character. "That or I'm dreaming...
yeah, that's it, when I went into Brittany's trailer I
must have tripped and knocked myself out..."

"You're not dreaming," Tara told her as Jessica found
herself by the door and fumbled for the doorknob. "And
it wasn't a dream when you were in the bath with
Phoebe Halliwell either."

Jessica's hand stopped, and she faced the two women.
"How did you know that? I never told anyone about my
dreams," she told them softly.

"I told you, they weren't dreams."

Jessica sighed. "Like you said, Daphne - you'd better
explain something to me."

* * * * * * * * * *

Kimberly Ann Possible had seen a lot of in her young
life; but never, ever had she expected to see
something like this. Even her brothers had stopped
acting up for the first time in living memory.

"Oh my Bob..." she finally said. "You're a live one?
Here?"

"A... what?" Jennifer Garner asked, getting more
cramped by the second in the net. Kim wielded a knife
and cut the ropes, sending the tall actress falling to
the carpet. That felt real enough...

"But you shouldn't be here, Syd!"

"First of all Kim, I'm not a spy," Jennifer corrected.
"I just play one on TV. And secondly, what in heaven's
name is going on here?"

"Wait a minute," cried Jim. "You're not - "

" - Sydney Bristow?" Tim finished.

"Can we talk without the Greek chorus?"

"You heard her," Kim said. "Tweebs out."

"But we caught her!"

"I'm not sure she wanted to be here in the first
place. It would certainly explain what's been
happening around here," the teen mused, shooing her
brothers out and slamming the door shut behind them.
"And NO listening at the keyhole this time!"

Kim and Jennifer heard footsteps receding; Jennifer
was about to open her mouth when Kim shook her head,
tiptoed over to the door and shoved it hard. "OW!!!"
yelled the siblings, and this time they DID leave.

"Okay," Miss Possible said as she returned to
Jennifer. "So you're the one who's got Sydney's form.
Her creator picked a nice one, I'll give him that."

"You mean J.J. Abrams? And what do you mean, she's got
my form? And why'd you say 'Oh my Bob'? Is that what
they call God around here?"

"Come on," Kim sighed, opening the window and climbing
out. "You and me have a lot to talk about."

* * * * * * * * * *

Shooting on "Silencers" was through for the day, and
the faux Jessica Alba was unwinding. It had been
rough, but the filming had gone smooth as silk; Eliza
was likely to be back before long as well, if all went
according to plan.

For the time being, all she could think of was how
nice it was to be in bed with the real Jessica's
fiance. No wonder she stayed with him even after their
show was cancelled; must have been real love. Not that
she could blame him. That was why she was thinking of
him even as Tracy Ryan nuzzled her tits and happily
caressed her body.

Tracy, more than Ellen or even Sara, was an
unrepentant slut. She was also very, very good at
getting people to go to bed with her in the first
place, which - capped with Brittany Murphy's
willingness - had made her job all the easier.

"Am I as good as four-eyes?" she asked, lapping at
Jessica's nipples.

"Better," she sighed. "Don't have to worry about
getting knocked up." Jessica pushed Tracy's head down,
and the woman obligingly tongued her navel before
facing her amazingly sexy little cunt. Tracy slowly
licked it, feeling Jessica vibrate a little, and
tasted the opening more. She wanted to keep her lover
going for as long as possible.

As she kissed and sucked, Tracy remembered how she had
rimmed her earlier; Jessica had such a perfect ass,
the climax of a journey down the gorgeous lady's back.
And it had started when she had brushed the hair from
the back of Jessica's head and tenderly kissed the
barcode she had on her neck. A barcode which no one
but Tracy could see.

* * * * * * * * * *

The real Jessica watched as the vision of what was
happening in the "real" world, as conjured up by Tara,
faded away. Jessica was feeling sick.

"So what you're saying is... that's Max?"

Daphne nodded. "She was one of the first to make the
Jump in reverse."

"The Jump?"

"Yes," Tara continued. "It's easier if the Creators
don't have any more control over their characters."

"The what?"

"James and Charles," Daphne continued. "You know, the
people who 'created' that show. This place - this
universe - is where all the characters 'created' in
all forms of storytelling live."

"You mean this is a sort of the Land of Imagination?"

"Well, if you think up something it has to come from
somewhere. Everything is just floating around, waiting
for someone to give it a name and a setting; they
don't take any real shape until the Creators pick or
draw someone who fits the image. Like Faith here..."
and Tara visualised where Eliza was. "She was
noncorporeal around here until they cast Eliza Dushku.
And around here the Creators' word is law - if it
wasn't for them we wouldn't be here right now.

"In your case, because 'Dark Angel' was cancelled, the
Creators could no longer guide the destiny of the
characters as they had for two years, so... oh my
Joss."

Tara had found Eliza Dushku. But she was strapped down
in a strange looking device.

"Eliza's here as well..."

* * * * * * * * * *

Eliza had vanished along with Kirsten, but she didn't
know why she had wound up here while her friend had
gone somewhere else.

She did know where she was; she was in an enormous
chamber, on a table. Fortunately, there was no
pendulum swinging downwards - in fact, there was
nothing that was doing her harm at all. Actually, she
almost liked it.

Her captor had placed her at the centre of a giant
machine; she was hooked up to the entire apparatus.
Eliza was also completely naked, with links to all her
extremities. Though she wasn't sure she couldn't work
her way out, she wasn't sure she wanted to.

Because the first time she had moved her arms, she had
found they caused two tubes with brushes to move
forward and skirt along her breasts; Eliza saw that
when she moved them back, the brushes went back. Back
and forth, back and forth... nice little tickling
effect there. Eliza couldn't resist a little smile at
how it felt.

That was what happened when she moved the arms forward
and back; moving them from side to side activated the
connections to her legs, causing them to be pulled
apart. This in turn activated what her captor had
called the Train. ("Train in the tunnel? Get it,
honey?") It was in fact a toy train that was chugging
up the track slowly, its engine padded. Eliza craned
her head upwards to watch the train as it touched her
pussy... but only touched. Eliza would have to move
her arms farther for it to go inside, because it would
only be when she was fucked by Thomas the Tank Engine
there that the links would be broken and she would be
free.

Eliza knew she could do it. She relaxed, let the train
move down, and gathered her strength.

"Oh, don't give up now..." her captor said out of
nowhere.

"Not a chance!" Eliza called.

"Maybe you could use a li'l bit of incentive."

Eliza felt the table under her move slightly from the
base of her back, as the pleasure she felt
disappeared. "That table you're on is gonna be moving
an inch for every time you don't manage to get that
train up you. Or every ten minutes. Or both. So unless
you really want to find out how it feels to be Stretch
Armstrong..."

* * * * * * * * * *

"Fuck me with a chainsaw," Jessica Alba whispered as
she watched Eliza start to play with herself again.
"We've got to get her out of there."

"Before we can go, we need to explain the whole thing
to you," Tara added, removing the vision. "You and her
aren't the only live ones here."

"Yeah, I know Brittany Murphy's here as well; she came
here just before me."

Tara conjured up another image. This time it was of
the van that had Brittany; it was speeding along the
road, with no visible destination as yet.

The witch and Daphne's mouths dropped open; they knew
where it was going. This was worse than they had
thought.

"What is it? Who's got her?"

"They work for the people behind all this," Daphne
told her. "The same people who've got Sarah Michelle
Gellar. We've got places to go... come on, we'll
explain to you on the way." And the two women hustled
Jessica upstairs.

"But how are we supposed to get there - " Jessica
started as she stepped onto the landing...

...and found herself on a pavement outside. In an
entirely different city.

"Oh," she finished.

* * * * * * * * * *

Kirsten Dunst's journey had taken her in an entirely
different direction. She had landed in a grassy field
on a bright morning, and for a moment she lay there,
wondering why she was still alive... and where she
was.

The actress groggily got to her feet, her eyes taking
in her surroundings. She was in a field all right, but
it was outside a building - she must be in a town. 

"Hey! Are you all right?"

Kirsten looked around to see who was talking to her,
and saw a tall, tanned, black-haired teenage girl
running towards her. "I said to my friends 'Hey, look,
there's someone falling out of the sky,' and they
didn't believe me..."

The girl had the kind of wide eyes, exaggerated mouth
movements and peculiar running style you usually saw
on Japanese-animated TV shows. "What happened?"

"I... I don't know," Kirsten replied to the friendly
young woman as she was helped up. "All I know is I
woke up on this lawn here... that and my name..."

"Well, come on. Me and my friends'll set you
straight."

"Thank you... thank you so much."

"Oh, I'm sorry - my name's Alex," her new friend
added.

"I'm Anna," Kirsten replied, shaking her hand
gratefully as the two cartoon characters walked away.

* * * * * * * * * *

Penelope Pitstop, pink-preferring blonde racing driver
and heiress, was trapped between her dual enemies. The
evil Dick Dastardly was at her front, sneering into
her face and twirling his moustache at the thought of
what was coming next, and the cruel Hooded Claw was
behind her. There was absolutely no way out. She let
out her trademark piercing scream as Dastardly plunged
his weapon into her...

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" No wonder they called him
"Dick."

"You scream all you want, my dear Penelope," Dick
sniggered as he pushed himself inside. "There's NO ONE
here to help you! No one at ALL!"

"Oh, shush!" countered the Hooded Claw, his cloak
lifted up to show that he was naked underneath, and
sporting a prick that to his immense satisfaction was
bigger than Dastardly's (and Peter Perfect's). "You
don't want to get out of this one, do you, Penelope?"

"Mercy, no...!" giggled Miss Pitstop, feeling the
Claw's cock pressing against her rump. She squealed
for joy as her arch-nemesis jammed it up her fast and
hard while Dastardly dug his fingers into her pink top
and ripped it off. Penelope was all pink and tasty
underneath; never mind her car, she had one hell of a
fine bodywork herself. Her breasts were a lot bigger
than they looked on TV, and she couldn't wait for DD
to get his dick between them... OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, the
Claw knew how to treat's a lady's buns. Thrusting in
and out like a piston, he moved his cloak along her
naked body to give her an extra tingle.

Penelope shut her eyes so she wouldn't have to see
Dick's grimacing face as he pumped her and played with
her jugs. "Open wide, Penelope...!"

She cautiously opened her eyes.

"Not the eyes, you automotive airhead - your mouth,
your MOUTH! Sometimes I wish Muttley hadn't taken up
with Dynomutt and the Blue Falcon..."

Though threeways weren't uncommon around here -
Penelope had never forgotten the time she had visited
Mainframe and found out about Enzo, Andraia and
Megabyte - she threw that particular image out of her
mind and focused on Dastardly's cock; secretly she
liked sucking him as much as he liked being sucked,
but she had to play up to him. She rolled his cut
prick around on her tongue and opened wide, and howled
as the Claw forced himself all the way inside her
anus. The man was speeding up...

Dastardly took advantage of the yawning gap to force
his cock into her mouth and down her throat. Penelope
sucked fiercely, trying not to gag as she did; she
could and would make him come quickly - she liked to
keep them hanging, but this would be for the
automotive airhead thing.... plus she could listen to
the Hooded Claw's voice shriek higher and louder...

Penelope soon yelled as the Claw's prick spurted into
her, but for once it was Dastardly who finished first.
And not before time; the lights in her boudoir were
flashing green. She had business elsewhere.

* * * * * * * * * *

Howard sat there as his parents finished berating him,
as they had been for the past ten minutes... but he
let all their cries about how could he embarrass them
like this pass over his head. He knew he could look
forward to a grounding for this, but he didn't care.

All he really cared about was his secret lineup of
ladies. He could use that for his fantasies tonight.
Yeah... all of them paying tribute to Tracy Ryan. The
others were too good to ignore, but Tracy was The One.

Howard found his prick rising all on its own just
thinking about Tracy.

"...and if you ever do anything like this again,
you're in for it."

"We should really punish you for this, but we know
you're just a growing kid. So you're just confined to
your room for the weekend, and don't do this again,
all right?"

"Yeah, okay," Howard replied calmly.

"Good," his dad nodded. "Now get out of here," he
added amiably.

Howard nodded and went upstairs as his parents
watched.

"He's not really such a bad boy," his mother said. "I
guess things could have been worse."

"He's got good taste in women as well," his father
said sotto voce.

"What was that?"

"Oh, nothing," he said hastily.

* * * * * * * * * *

The vista had changed, with the deserted landscapes
giving way to signs of civilization, and the ground
becoming grassier. The van carrying Brittany Murphy
was withing spitting distance of its destination; Fred
and Norville's cargo had calmed down somewhat.

Brittany had also changed somewhat. Her body had
contorted so that her neck had become longer, her
torso more squat and her legs longer and thinner. Her
arms were becoming shorter and curving unnaturally,
and her face was distorting as her eyes and mouth grew
larger.

"We'll be there soon," Fred assured her as they neared
their base. "You'll be meeting your friends soon."

"You mean Eliza and Jessica?" Brittany asked, but
neither he nor his friend answered.

Because while Brittany had said "You mean Eliza and
Jessica?", what they had heard was "Beep beep!"

* * * * * * * * * *

"Let me get this straight," Jessica Alba recapped as
the three women headed through the city they were in.
"There are all these different worlds..."

"Right."

"For all these different creations..."

"Right."

"And they stay there after their shows have been
cancelled."

"Right."

"And they don't really overlap, but you can travel
between them if you just think of the world you want
to go to - but you can't go into the real world."

"Right."

"Except that someone managed to find a way."

"Right."

"And now we're getting people going back and forth,
and if we don't get them all back soon - "

"They'll all come together, you've got it now," Daphne
interrupted. "And we'll all be destroyed, we can't
keep existing side by side, all right?"

"So how long do we have?"

"Around here time isn't really a factor. Luckily for
you," Tara said.

"Huh?"

"Keep an eye on Eliza," the witch continued. "You'll
understand."

Once again Jessica found herself seeing Eliza in the
machine.

* * * * * * * * * *

"This is so weird," Jennifer Garner said as she and
Kim Possible walked through Middleton.

"What colour's the sky?" asked Kim.

Jennifer looked up, and said "Blue."

"What colour's the grass?"

"Green."

"How many fingers am I holding up?" And Kim spread her
entire right hand.

"Five," Jennifer replied.

"So what's so weird?"

"Well... where is everybody? It's like it's the middle
of nowhere."

Kim made a face. "Oh, don't get me started on that
place! Ron got himself stuck with Courage once and I
had to go there and rescue him... that Eustace is one
miserable son-of-a-beach-blanket..."

"Son of a BEACH BLANKET?"

"Rules are rules, Jen. Disney characters don't get to
swear unless they're from Touchstone. But you're
right, it's been a lot quieter around here since they
left."

"Since who left?"

"Since - since nearly everyone," Kim replied.
"Everyday I go and try to find a clue to who's making
everyone vanish... I can't even get Wade; I even went
to his house, and nothing."

"He wasn't there?"

"His HOUSE wasn't there. It's like everything's being
wiped out or something... that never happens around
here, not even when the Creators pull the plug in the
real world. I've been hunting up the usual suspects -
Monkey Fist, Drakken and Shego, Senor Senior Senior...
they've been going as well."

"What are you going to do, wait until whoever's taking
them comes for you?"

"You got a better idea?"

"Ron says he does," Kim said thoughtfully. "He wants
us to meet him at Bueno Nacho..." Her voice tailed
off.

They had reached the spot where it was supposed to be.
But no sign of the building or of Ron. In fact, the
only thing there was a little bundle, wriggling on the
ground; Jennifer spotted it first, and picked it up
gingerly, untying it.

A small pink creature popped out gratefully with a
happy squeak. "Hey, how'd you get in there, little
fella?" asked Kim, joining Jennifer to see Rufus.

Rufus mewed, and patted his stomach.

"He's hungry?" Jennifer suggested, and watched as
Rufus retched once. An instant later, she shrieked as
a small cassette and some molerat vomit landed on her
palm...

A few more instants later, the fictional spy and the
real one were listening to the message from Ron: "KP,
I don't have much time - but I know what's happening
here; they'll probably be here before you get here,
but you've got to get to Sleeping Beauty's Castle;
it's all coming together there. And you're not going
to believe this, but I know where she... come on,
Rufus, I can hide you before they come - " Then a
click.

"Sleeping Beauty's Castle?" Kim said pensively. "Long
way to go, and it's the only place we're not allowed
to use short cuts to go directly to... but I got a
favour to pull in. Just wondering what Ron meant about
knowing where she is... I mean, who's she?"

"I know," Jennifer said slowly.

* * * * * * * * * *

The morning rays hit the beach house where Ashley
lived; the warmth of the sun shining through the
windows onto her face was normally enough to wake up
the witch. But she had already been awake for hours,
and was in fact on the beach.

Ashley wasn't paying any attention to the sun,
however. She had her tongue deep inside Paige's mouth
as she embraced the young woman, the two lying near
the surf. The tide was coming in as they made love;
Ashley loved feeling the water rushing over the two of
them, because it excited them even more.

Paige felt the ocean flowing over her bare flesh, the
water lapping along her snatch as Ashley hungrily
kissed her again and again. The two had hardly said a
word, but they didn't need or want to. All Paige
wanted was for Ashley to bite her, to lick her, to use
her for all eternity - screw sisterhood, screw their
sense of duty, she needed someone like Ashley. And if
the sisters didn't like it, tough...

Ashley fondled Paige's body, enjoying her perfect tits
and fine furry opening. She felt Paige groan as she
pinched her juicy behind; Ashley was dying for her to
turn over so she could tongue it. As if Paige had
received some kind of mental command, the redhead
gently pushed Ashley away and turned over. She sighed
deeply - like her sisters, Paige had a glorious ass.

 From the beach house, Phoebe watched as Ashley moved
her hands in circles over Paige's buns; she could see
Paige's eyes and mouth gaping in happiness as Ashley
applied her tongue to her back door. 

"That should be ME there, you hybrid cunt," Phoebe
growled, wishing she could have had some real kick=ass
powers as Ashley spread her fingers outwards and
started playing with Paige's tits. Who did she think
she was, stealing Ashley from her?

Phoebe glanced at Piper, sleeping soundly. At least
Piper had Leo... she didn't have anybody. She couldn't
bring herself to watch her half-sister fucking the
woman she loved. Willing herself not to cry, Phoebe
turned away and began to think of how she was going to
teach Paige a lesson.

* * * * * * * * * *

"I know you. You're the girl I had a crush on."

Sarah Michelle Gellar knew she should have gotten used
to this by now, but the sight of Bobby Hill talking to
her face to face was still a freaky one. "You
what...?"

"You were really mean to me," Bobby continued in that
whiny voice of his. "And a real prissy little miss
too. But I forgive you."

"Well, thanks. But why?" asked Sarah.

"Why, 'cause you're going to make things easier for
yourself!" Bobby laughed. "All you gotta do is make a
choice." And Hank Hill's firstborn plumped himself
down on Sarah's cot. "You can either give me my first
blowjob, or - "

"Fuck off and die, Bobby!" Sarah interrupted.

Bobby shook his head. "No, ma'am. I can't."

"Fuck off? Or die?"

"Either. Look at your friend Eliza there..."

Sarah (and Jessica) looked at the vision of Eliza in
the machine...

The table had turned several times, and Eliza had
battled with it. She was getting closer each time, but
the train never went inside her more than a couple of
millimeters. By now she was desperate...

"Come on... please... oh please let me do it..." Eliza
begged, as she strained. Her legs had been spread so
wide that they were almost at a 180-degree angle, and
her arms felt as if they were popping out of their
sockets, and if Eliza had reached this point sooner
there would have been no trouble. But still nothing.
And her captor was watching with a smile, but an
impatient look.

"Looks to me like you could use a little help," said
her captor amiably, and gave her it a second later.

"OHMYGODDDDNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" was the last
sound Eliza Dushku made before she felt and heard her
arms, legs, spine and neck snapping as the table
stretched her to breaking point and beyond. She was
dead.

* * * * * * * * * *

Dropping her head, Jessica Alba felt her stomach
turning as Tara and Daphne held her to stop her
collapsing. She'd just seen her colleague be tortured
to death and she couldn't do a thing about it... and
why were they so calm? 

And why was the machine still whirring? She could hear
it... Jessica looked up, her eyes blurry with tears. 

"Here," Daphne said gently, and wiped Jessica's eyes
dry. The actress blinked and gasped - Eliza Dushku was
back as she was before, with the settings as they had
been at the beginning.

And she was alive.

"That's the way it goes in these parts, honeybuns,"
Penelope Pitstop said to Eliza. "You can't really die
around here, but you can still feel pain. And if you
don't get out of this machine, you're going to be
going through this whole thing again... and again...
forever." She patted Eliza's head and sashayed out.

Alone in the room, Eliza Dushku finally burst into
tears.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Get rid of it," Sarah told Bobby, looking at her with
a smirk. "GET RID OF IT!!!"

"You heard the lady," Bobby said, as the vision
disappeared. "So now, you ready to talk a deal?"

"What do you want?" asked the blonde sullenly.

"You won't have to be shot again or anything like that
ever. You might even get to go. All you have to do is
either let me know what it's like to get head, or a
handjob."

"Suppose I do both?"

"YES!!! That would be so cool..." Bobby gurgled.

Sarah beamed, as she started to undo Bobby's shorts.
"Okay, let's just see what we've got here..." She put
her hand inside, and nodded as she got the measure of
Bobby's equipment. Not bad for a kid his age. And
height.

Bobby couldn't help squirming as Sarah let his shorts
drop, displaying his lower half for all to see. His
dick and sacs just lay there in her hands, and he
couldn't talk as she started to play with them, gently
stroking and rubbing the cock as it started to grow.
Sarah hummed to herself as she moved her fingers along
Bobby's genitals, waiting for them to big enough. He
didn't even have any hairs growing out of them yet,
but that made it better - no fears of having any of
them stuck in her teeth when she sucked them.

When Bobby's prick had swollen as much as it ever
would, Sarah started to suck on the tip of it. Bobby
made some weird noise that sounded as if he liked it.
Probing the tip with her tongue and suspecting that he
had inherited his narrow urethra from his father,
Sarah licked the underside and kissed it, going over
the lad's penis from end to end. "Ready?" asked the
pint-sized actress.

"Uh-huh..." the even shorter and dazed Bobby moaned.

Sarah closed her mouth around his cock and began to
swallow. It was kind of strange having something like
this in her mouth (though funnily enough, Bobby wasn't
that much smaller than Freddie). But she wasn't sure
she didn't like it...she drew the full length into her
mouth and grabbed a hold of his squishy behind. If
this was what it took to get her out of here, it was
worth it.

"Uhh.. uhhhh... uhhhhhrrrrggghhh...." mumbled Bobby,
getting warmer and more excited as she consumed him.
He had always wondered what it would be like to get
head; now he knew why folks made such a fuss. And
getting it from a live one - oh man, no wonder some of
them didn't want to come back...

Bobby suddenly felt something shooting out of his
cock; Sarah felt her mouth filling up, jerked her head
back and spat it out; animated cum tasted and felt
just the same as the live article. But he was still a
bit stiff; she grasped the cock, and thrust on it
once. It was all he needed; Bobby was so excited that
the rest of his load fired directly onto Sarah's face.
How on earth could he have produced so much of that
stuff...?

"Not bad," Sarah grinned through the liquid. "Not bad
at all."

Bobby had an even bigger (and genuine) grin on HIS
face. "Nice; real nice..." He pulled his shorts back
up and walked back out of the room, reliving it over
and over in his mind.

Sarah watched him leave, thinking that things would be
a bit better from now on. 

* * * * * * * * * * *

"How'd you get here again?" Clover asked.

Kirsten was still hazy, but she was grateful for
Alex's help; she had brought the girl to the house she
shared with her two friends and fellow students,
redheaded Sam and blonde Clover, and had promised she
could stay with them until it was sorted out.

"I can't really remember..." Kirsten replied, taking
the drink Sam offered. "It's all hazy... wait.
Something's coming back... I keep thinking of horses.
And Russians."

"Russians? You don't sound Russian!" Sam said.

"We're French. We don't sound it," Clover pointed out.

"Ix-nay on the Reators-Cay."

"Relax, Anna. We do this kind of thing all the time,"
Alex assured her. "Solving mysteries is a sort of
hobby of ours."

"And we're not at school now what with it being the
holidays and all," Clover added, "so just tell us
everything you know and we'll help you out."

"That's if we don't get called by WOO..." Sam started
before the other two shushed her.

"WOOO...man's Wear Daily," she finished. "We do some
freelance writing for that thing."

"You're freelance writers and students?" Kirsten
asked.

"Hey, we have to pay for this place somehow," Alex
told her. "Finish up the tea, Anna - it's getting
cold."

Kirsten sipped it, and winced - no danger of it
getting cold any time soon. Or sweet. "I don't want to
be a nuisance, but could you put a bit more sugar in
this?"

"No prob," Alex said, and took the cup to the kitchen
as Kirsten continued.

"I know I was on some kind of movie set... I might
have been visiting or something, I dunno."

"Maybe that's why you're thinking about Russians and
horses - you were on a set making a movie about them?"

"Yeah, maybe... and something else. The last thing I
remember before I found myself here was seeing a green
light."

"You're kidding!" Sam and Clover chorused. "Aliens?"

Kirsten shrugged as Alex returned with her tea.
"Maybe. It would explain what I'm doing here. Oh,
thanks," she added as she accepted and took a swallow,
sighing in satisfaction. "Much better... I'm sure
things'll come back to me after I've had a - "

She passed out, spilling the tea on the carpet. The
faces of the girls from "Totally Spies!" changed from
bubbly and caring to much, much more serious; as soon
as Kirsten had mentioned the green light, they knew
that the other woman who had been screwed up in
transit had arrived. The sugar Alex had put in her tea
had been dosed with enough drugs to keep her under for
an hour, by which time Kirsten - or Anna - would be at

* * * * * * * * * *

"The Castle!"

Jennifer Garner couldn't believe that they were nearly
there. It had taken about four hours of flying time,
during which her pilot - Kim - had taken her mind off
her problems at home by pointing out the countryside
below, featuring some of the cities from Disney TV
shows and movies ("We're now flying over St.
Canard..."). And now, through the clouds, they could
see the spires of Sleeping Beauty's Castle.

"And we're just going to land in it?"

"I wish - Mickey doesn't like it. We're going to land
by it and walk inside. If we're lucky," Kim added.

"What do you mean?"

"It's just that... Jenny, what are you looking at?"

Jennifer's attention had been caught by what was
flying by the plane. She beamed and waved at what she
saw there; a little fairy, keeping up with the
speeding plane, and waving a wand.

"Oh my God," Jennifer smiled, "it's Tinkerbell."

"Oh my Bob," Kim groaned. "IT'S TINKERBELL!" And as
Tinkerbell raised her wand, Kim banked the plane
sharply to take them away from the fairy, causing
Jennifer to almost fall onto her.

"What was that all about?!?" the actress shouted as
she found her bearings.

"You know how Tinkerbell's always flying around and
waving her wand and making all those flashes of
light?!" Kim yelled as Tink waved her wand.

A second later, a massive explosion shook the plane,
barely missing it. 

"She's guarding the castle!" Kim shouted as she got
the plane back under control and went for the Castle
again. "The girl isn't as sweet as she looks! Hang on,
Jen - it ain't gonna be easy..."

The Castle was close, but Tinkerbell was getting
closer. The fairy dived in for another attack...

* * * * * * * * * *

Scott Foley was drunk, and now passed out. He was
being tucked into bed at home after his night out had
not gone according to plan.

Ellen Devereaux looked down on him fondly. He really
wasn't such a bad kid really; too bad about the
metamorphosis. But anything she could do to help it
along... she looked at herself in the mirror and
chuckled. She then realised she was looking at her
real self, and started to concentrate on how Ellen
looked; Ellen was not all dark hair, great body and
green colour schemes.

Jennifer Garner was right. She DID know where Shego was.

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