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Subject: {ASSM} ...Make Me Feel So Damned Unpretty: Kimitation Nation (Jennifer Garner/Sydney Bristow, Kim Possible, Phoebe Halliwell/Alyssa Milano, Gabrielle Union, Brittany Murphy, the girls from 'Totally Spies,' Kirsten Dunst/Anna, Eliza Dushku/Faith, Penelope Pi
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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 was first
published on CSSA.

* * * * * * * * * *

Pressed up against the shower wall, Phoebe was
entranced; she rubbed herself along the tiles and
purred happily, relishing Ashley's tongue probing her
freshly-cleaned asshole, enjoying the thrill each time
her lover kissed her, and savouring the slow, steady
caresses down below. Ashley gently sank her teeth into
Phoebe's buttocks, whispering "I love you" as she did.

Phoebe had been so angry ten minutes ago when she went
into the shower, and she was ashamed to admit that
some of it was because of Ashley hanging around with
Paige... but Ashley had soon convinced her that it
didn't mean anything. She liked Paige and Piper, and
she liked having sex with them, but she only truly
loved Phoebe. It wasn't as if she had never gone to
bed with a guy she only liked instead of loved.

Now, with Ashley's fingers slowly stroking Phoebe's
legs, and her mouth feasting on the advice columnist's
rosy little anus, Phoebe felt all resistance
vanishing. Mmmmmm... Ashley was licking her like a
cat. Her bunghole was widening up under her lover's
lips, and she could feel herself getting heated up.
Ashley worked her fingers around to Phoebe's front,
and fondled the beautiful snatch there, opening up the
box and pushing her fingers inside. Now the witch felt
even happier as Ashley began to love her in both ends
as once.

"Oh yeah... make me come, Ash... you're burning me up
Ashley..." Phoebe continued to beg for Ashley's love
as she licked the second-youngest sister's rump and
rubbed her head against it, nipping the flesh a final
time as she concentrated on teasing Phoebe's pussy,
still out of sight - Ashley didn't want to lose sight
of Phoebe's gorgeous ass, and sucked on each cushion
as her lover's tight cunt started to respond...
Phoebe's breathing quickened and became louder as she
let herself give in to Ashley's fingers play with her
snatch. They were everywhere; on her clit, around her
lips, deep inside...

Phoebe Halliwell finally let out her feelings with a
long, loud howl, banging on the tiles as she came; she
had to see her lover's face. Reluctantly letting
Ashley's fingers out, she turned to face her.

"Like I said, you're forgiven," she said, glowing.

"I can still make it up to you if you want," Ashley
told her.

"Not yet," Phoebe laughed. "Time to get the day
going."

* * * * * * * * * *

"Rose McGowan's here?" Gabrielle Union repeated. "I
didn't know she was going to be in this movie as well;
or is it a cameo thing?"

"Neither," the director told her while waiting for the
other performers in the scene to arrive. "She's here
to see Jessica; apparently the producers want her to
do a guest shot on 'Charmed.'"

"Why?"

"Spelling wants to sleep with her? I don't know.
Anyway, Jessie'll probably say yes. A girl can't live
on L'Oreal ads alone."

"Did someone say L'Oreal?"

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Brittany!"
the director greeted her. News of the bender that
Brittany and Eliza had gone on had spread, and there
had been concerns among the suits at Revolution
Studios that the movie might have to shut down, but
when the ladies had returned bright-eyed, bushy-tailed
and apologetic, all had turned out well.

"Nice to see you, Isis!"

"You too, Tal!" Gabrielle replied, figuring she might
as well go along with the gag. At least Brittany
Murphy was back.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Do we have to walk the last way?" Jessica Alba asked.
"Why can't we just use one of those portals like the
Halliwells' house had?"

"Oh, we can use them," Tara assured her as the three
walked down the street towards a bridge, a bridge that
would let them arrive at the Castle. "But the Castle
is a Disney trademark, and we're not allowed to just
pop into it any old how. We actually have to go up to
it physically; it's protected."

"Since when?"

"Since the second the frozen Nazi made it part of his
corporate signature," Daphne said bitterly. "Along
with that mouse's design. And Mickey takes it very
seriously - you might not believe this, but he doesn't
have much of a sense of humour."

"Oh, I believe it," Jessica assured them. "I always
preferred Bugs Bunny myself."

Daphne broke into a big smile. "I think you and I arwe
going to get along just fine."

"Here we are," Tara said, and took out coins. "They
charge us for going across the river to get into the
Castle."

"That's Disney for you," Jessica added, to nods from
the other two. Even around here the Mouse was a
money-grubber.

* * * * * * * * * *

Landing the plane in the Castle was even harder than
Kim had bargained on; Tinkerbell seemed to be
everywhere, and everywhere she was she let off
explosions. The plane was being buffeted, and it was
amazing that they hadn't suffered worse damage.

"We're almost out of fuel!" Jennifer Garner shouted.

"Yeah, and Tink never runs out!" Kim shouted back, as
an explosion hit the left side, almost taking out the
wing. Kim aimed the plane high and flew at the towers
again, trying to ignore the bright yellow flash
darting in front of the plane. "We can't escape her,
and we're going down, so..."

Going for it, Kim piloted the plane towards the castle
as Tinkerbell flew away from them. Quickly turning,
Tink soared low and sprinkled a little dust onto the
tail, sniggered, and flew away as the tail burst into
flame.

"SHI'ITE MUSLIMS!!!" Kim shouted. "SHE GOT US!"

The fire on the tail was spreading; it would soon
consume the plane... but by that time they were over
the castle grounds. Kim brought the plane up as far as
she could as Jennifer managed to find the parachutes,
strapped one on and hollered for Kim.

"Kim?! KIM, COME ON!!!"

"This plane's going down, and I want it to go down
outside the castle grounds!" Kim shouted as she
relinquished the seat. "If this wrecks any of this
place..."

She grabbed the other chute, and bailed out of the
burning plane. Jennifer watched for a couple of
seconds, and then leaped out herself, mentally
counting off the seconds until it was safe to pull the
ripcord. Behind them, the plane soared on its last
flight, plunging to earth - and plunging far past the
Castle.

With the ground rushing up to meet her, Jennifer's
mind raced towards the number 10 as she saw Kim's
parachute blossom open.

She also saw a familiar yellow dot racing towards her.
There was no way Jennifer could keep Tinkerbell from
hitting her and sending her dropping from the sky in
flames... unless...

Buzzing towards Jennifer, Tinkerbell waved her wand in
preparation for Miss Garner getting the ultimate
suntan. And then she'd take care of little Miss
Possible. Tinkerbell giggled to herself as she raised
the wand and saw Jennifer filling her field of vision
underneath the open parachute, her hand wide open and
- 
Jennifer's left hand clapped shut around the fairy
just in time, Tinkerbell's head and arms the only part
of her not held tight in her fist. Furious, she was
about to blast her when she felt her wand vanish from
her hand.

"Looking for this?" Jennifer asked, dangling
Tinkerbell's tiny wand in her free hand, and watched
as the fairy tried to reach up for it, hanging there
just out of reach of her hands.

"You'll get it back, just as soon as we land..."

* * * * * * * * * *

Tara Maclay, Daphne Blake and Jessica Alba stood
frozen to the spot. In front of them was a yawning gap
in the bridge, caused by a plane that had crashed onto
it, taking a goodly portion of masonry with it on its
way to the river far below.

* * * * * * * * * *

The Castle was accessible by a variety of ways; Sam,
Clover and Alex had chosen to use automotive transport
to take them on the last leg. Clover was driving and
listening to her colleagues playing I Spy to kill time
on the way across the Eastern bridge - it was
accessible via four bridges, but they were far apart
(as the three travellers above were discovering).

"I spy with my little eye, something beginning with...
D!" Alex chirped.

"Dunst?" Sam asked, chuckling as she glanced at their
dozing prisoner.

"Doofus!" Alex cackled, pointing as Sam.

"I thought I told you, no personal cracks! My turn...
I spy with my little eye, something beginning with S!"

"Er... Sausages?"

"Sky," Sam sighed. "All I could think of."

"Okay, I've got a good one - I spy with my little eye,
something beginning with...K!"

"K? Um... keys? Kaleidoscope?"

"Kim Possible?" Clover suggested.

"We have a winner!" Alex crowed. "But how did you
know?"

"I saw her too," Clover replied grimly. She and Alex
had indeed spotted Kim as she'd parachuted down onto
the outskirts of the Castle.

Clover stepped on the gas.

* * * * * * * * * *

WILL: How's the story coming along?

ALBASSEXSLAVE: Great. Me and Velma just finished it. 

VELMA: We were going to call it 'Saving Ryan's
Privates' but we figured that had already been done.
So we settled on 'What's My Motivation?'

ALBASSEXSLAVE: We had the girls meeting up to go over
their script, and to help them relax Tracy called in a
bunch of escorts. Each of them pairs off with one of
the girls, and then they each get into a three-way,
and...

WILL: Not very imaginative.

VELMA: Hey, you've got Faith, Max and Brittany Murphy.
What else do you want?

WILL: By the way, what did you think of my 'Dark
Angel' fanfic?

ALBASSEXSLAVE: I think I'm the wrong person to ask
about that.

VELMA: Aren't they all technically relatives? So
having Max and Brin making out is incestuous.

ALBASSEXSLAVE: And having Logan choose Brin over Max
is just plain stupid; Max stuck with Logan even with
the virus. Remember the last shot of the show had them
holding hands with rubber gloves. 

WILL: But I tell you the show needed more Brin!

VELMA: We've gone over this before, Will...

WILL: OK, OK, I'll leave it. :) Is your story up yet?

ALBASSEXSLAVE: Available on all good newsgroups now.
Happy masturbating...

* * * * * * * * * *

"And... action!"

Lisa Thompson sat back in her director's chair,
relieved that things seemed to be getting back to
normal on set. Kirsten was working as smoothly with
Sara as ever; she had apologised profusely to Lisa for
her absence, and had even insisted on working without
salary for a week to make up for it, a move which went
down well with Bruckheimer and Touchstone.

They had made up for lost time rapidly, and not a
single fluffed take. So why was there still a little
niggle of doubt in Lisa's head as she called "Cut and
print!"

Because there hadn't been a single fluffed take. Sara
had gone from being consistently off on the first take
to being on the nose every time; no more of this
"Anna" stuff. Lisa made a note to herself to talk to
Sara the first chance she had.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Silencers" was shooting a few scenes that didn't
actually require Jessica Alba/Max's presence on the
set, so she had absented herself on the pretext of
having a meeting with Michael. She was having a
meeting all right, but it was with producers.

Max pulled Jessica's car onto the Spelling Television
lot, ID'd herself, and was soon on her way to meeting
with the producers of "Charmed," to discuss an
impending appearance on the show. She would be playing
a girl whose powers would come into full effect on her
21st birthday, and who Phoebe, Paige and Piper had to
protect until then. They even had a name for her
character - Ashley Gabriel.

* * * * * * * * * *

Eliza Dushku steeled herself to get the train inside
her, as Penelope Pitstop watched. Eliza never looked
unsexy, but with the sweat covering her as she
strained inside the machine, Penelope wanted to taste
some of that li'l muff right now. But all in good
time... let Eliza get out of it first.

Eliza strained her arms and legs, and felt herself on
the verge of twisting all out of shape as the little
train moved up the tracks, her pussy waiting and
gaping. Her teeth almost splintered on each other as
she felt the strain... she grunted continuously as she
begged herself for just a little more effort... just a
little more... oh God, she couldn't stand for it to
happen again...

There it was... she could feel the padded end of the
train pushing against her lips... now it was starting
to go into her... Eliza strained harder... she was in
such agony she didn't know how she could keep going...
but she was SO CLOSE...

"Yesss....!" she panted, feeling one full car of the
train moving inside her. Eliza called up all her
strength and heaved as hard as she could, and howled
like a banshee as the train travelled further into her
cunt. Eliza's legs were so far apart she thought they
were breaking, but by now the little engine was almost
fully inside her, boring a trail into her womb, soft
at the tip but cold and hard all the way down the
line.

Eliza nearly tore some tendons as she made the final
assault; hair matted and clinging to her forehead,
tears almost swelling, she made one last stretch...
and the train was swallowed by Eliza Dushku's cunt.
Now she had it in her control, she eased back on her
arms and pushed it back out, thankful that none of the
edges were catching. When it was half way out, she
started to use her cunt and the pulleys to move it
slowly in and out, knowing that she'd never finish
otherwise.

Penelope gave her the thumbs up sign as she watched.
"Now we're gettin' somewhere, sugarbeets!" she
gurgled. "Just to ease the tension a bit..." She
sashayed up to her captive, seeing that Eliza's eyes
were squeezed shut as she jacked herself with the toy
train. "Open your eyes, Eliza."

Eliza did so warily, and saw Penelope's crotch in
front of her face. An instant later, Miss Pitstop had
unzipped it; even in her condition, Eliza was
surprised to see that Penelope actually had proof of
sex. "Go on, have a bite. It'll help you finish
faster..."

Penelope climbed on top of Eliza's face; she did in
fact start to work the train faster as she stuck her
tongue into the heiress's pussy. "What the hell," she
thought, "at least it's not Skeletor."

"Whoooo!" Penelope laughed as she felt Eliza's tongue
licking around and her body grinding as the train
fucked her. "Daddy would be fit to be tied if he could
see me now... you've earned this, honey..."

The chains holding Eliza were snapped almost at once
as she let out an "AAAAHHHHHHH!!!" of joy, her breath
washing over Penelope Pitstop's pussy, and sending a
happy tingle through the blonde. The train slid back
out onto the tracks, as Eliza's free hands started to
touch Penelope. There was a strange kind of sensation
in touching a cartoon - they felt solid, yeah, but
something kind of alien as well. It felt like... she
couldn't describe it, but it was totally unreal. Like
she was dreaming and wide awake at the same time, or
an acid trip without the use of drugs.

And the weirdest thing was, Eliza wasn't sure she
didn't like it. She studied Penelope's pussy hairs;
they looked drawn but they felt so real. And it tasted
real too. It tasted even better than Kirsten's or
Gabrielle's. Eliza began to probe further inside
Penelope, listening for her captor's squeals of
delight; if this was Stockholm Syndrome in action,
then call her Swedish and bring on the dildos...

* * * * * * * * * *

"You know what I like best about this show that's
coming up?" Rose McGowan asked.

"That you'll be working with two of your ex-rivals and
be showing them who the biggest kid in the playground
is now?" Michelle Trachtenburg, who would also be on
this episode with Jessica Alba (playing Ashley's
cousin, who had no idea her cousin was a witch)
suggested.

"No, loser," Rose replied amiably. "It's this!" She
brandished a final draft copy of "Never Been Cursed,"
on which the credit "Teleplay by Monica Breen & Alison
Schapker; Story by Rose McGowan and Monica Breen &
Alison Schapker" was clearly visible. "None of us
wants to direct yet, so this is the next best
thing..."

"Looking forward to it," Jessica told them. "You know
that the director can't let me go for more than three
days, so we've got to get all my stuff done before
then."

"No worries," Holly Marie Combs assured her. "That'll
be all the time we need. The script'll be FedEx'd over
tomorrow..."

"Can't wait to work with you guys," Michelle
confessed. "Looks like it'll be fun."

The newcomers departed, everything ready for the day
they'd begin shooting; Alyssa had been pretty silent
for most of the time, although she'd been friendly
enough.

"What's up, Lyssa?" Rose asked. "Worried that Alba's
upstage you?"

"Yeah, that'll happen," Alyssa replied. "It's just
that... look, you're not going to believe this, but
that idea you had for a story... it's a lot like this
dream I've been having. Except that we get together
with Alba in the end and shack up on the beach."

"If we were on Fox they'd be really interested in
hearing from you on that score," Holly suggested.

"Yeah, that does sound like fun," Rose agreed.

"But when did Rose mention it to you?" continued
Holly.

"About two weeks ago," Alyssa replied.

"And when did you start having these dreams?"

"About... two weeks ago."

"There you go - just coincidence, nothing to it! Stop
worrying, Lyss... nothing freaky going on."

"Yeah, just coincidence..." Alyssa agreed, afraid to
point out that Rose had brought up her idea AFTER her
first dream.

* * * * * * * * * *

Sydney Bristow was in trouble deep and doo-doo-like.
Her cover had been blown wide open, and she was racing
to escape - but the enemy was catching up, and their
most fearsome weapon was face to face with her, a mere
fifty metres from the rendezvous. Harriet Jones was
her name, but she was no spinster.

She was giving Sydney her toughest fight yet; the two
sparred furiously in the forest as time ticked away on
the bomb La Bristow had placed. Sydney blocked
Harriet, but Harriet was wearing Sydney down... one
quick feint and Harriet whacked Sydney hard across the
face. She was down and out. Harriet picked up the
unconscious spy and prepared to carry her to within an
unsafe distance of the bomb...

"And... CUT! Excellent!"

Harriet instantly became Ellen again, and Sydney
stopped pretending to be unconscious. The fight scene
had gone brilliantly, and was all the more convincing
because of the lack of any doubles. The two women
shook hands; this benefitted both of them. Ellen's
role as evil Australian agent Harriet Jones ("We've
already got an evil Englishman with Sark," John
Eisendrath had pointed out) allowed her to show that
she could not only come off well with action but with
acting as well, and Jennifer Garner - who had
suggested Ellen for the role - had upped her
credibility by going through the entire scene without
doubles. "I guess all the training with her paid off!"
she had said laughing.

Luckily, hardly anyone noticed that Ellen/Shego
insisted on calling her "Sydney" even when the cameras
weren't rolling.

* * * * * * * * * *

Anna was playing in a field with some friends; she was
playing hide-and-seek, and she was the one hiding. She
was always so good at it - she couldn't remember the
last time she had been forced to be it...

Now she was on a train... something bad had happened,
and her family had to get out of Russia fast. She
could see her beloved country receding quickly, and
she wondered if she'd ever get back there again...

Now she was talking to a tall, blonde man in medieval
dress. He was connected to another man, shorter and
darker, for some reason that she couldn't remember...
now she was sitting behind a desk in London, talking
to someone and surrounded by video boxes... now she
was splashing about by a swimming pool with a
dark-haired girl called Mila or something...

"Come on Anna," Clover beckoned, gently shaking her,
"we're nearly there..."

"My name's... Kiirr..." Anna mumbled to herself, still
half-asleep.

"Anna! WAKE UP!"

"Oh! Sorry..." Anna replied, shocked into waking up,
and looked out of the window. "What happened... where
am I?"

"You must have been exhausted after all that
happened," Sam explained. "You just went out faster
than the New Kids On The Block."

"But don't worry, we're going someplace that'll sort
us - ah, I mean YOU out in no time," Alex added.

"I just had this really weird dream," Anna confessed,
blinking as she sat up. "I was on this movie set...
and they were calling me Kirsten."

"Yeah, that happens," Clover said absently.

"Funny thing was - it sounded familiar," Anna
continued. "Almost as if that was where I should be."

* * * * * * * * * *

"Uppity-up-up-up!"

"I'm not deaf, and I'm not asleep," Sarah Michelle
Gellar complained, as the guards came.

"Did you like Master Hill's cock?"

"I've had worse."

"Well, guess what - you've got visitors. It's time for
the fun to begin. Our fun, that is, not yours."

SMG let herself be escorted out.

* * * * * * * * * *

Jennifer watched as a furious Tinkerbell flew away;
she had kept a tight hold on the fairy until she was
safe on the castle grounds.

"Bye!" she waved after her merrily, and sprinted over
to Kim.

"Nice moves," the teen complimented her.

"You weren't so bad yourself," Jennifer replied. "So
now what do we do?"

"Now... I'd say we go with those guys," suggested Kim.

"Don't tell me," Jennifer said, "there's a whole army
right behind me, right?"

She felt the tip of a bayonet pressing against her
neck, and raised her hands.

"Right," said the captain. "We've been expecting you."

 From her office, Penelope watched as Jennifer and Kim
were taken away without offering resistance; she cast
a glance at a sullen Sarah. "That cutie pie Jessica's
coming about now," she said, putting her white-booted
feet up on her desk. "And as soon as my guys Fred an'
Norville and the girls from WOOHP arrive with the
other ladies, we'll all be about ready to begin."

Sarah stayed silent.

"And you better be ready, darlin'," Penelope added.
"The lives of a lot of people are gonna be depending
on what happens..."

* * * * * * * * * *

Scott Foley felt something wet down below when he
rolled back into consciousness. 

The last thing he remembered was getting drunk at the
behest of that girl Ellen, or whatever her name was...
and now he'd been put back in his own bed to sober up.
Well, at least she wasn't a total bitch; bringing him
home... but if that was her doing what he thought she
was doing...

Scott raised his still fairly dozy head, and instantly
woke up. There was a familiar looking head between his
legs, consuming his greenish cock and sounding as if
she was enjoying it. Even in toon form. Jennifer's
head was whizzing up and down his shaft, playing it
with her fingers like a sax; she had the kind of lips
men dreamt of getting head with. Scott couldn't help
grinning as he watched his wife's adorable-cum-hot
face swallowing him... and then, despite himself, he
couldn't help lying back and enjoying it; he listened
to her panting and grunting as she gave him his
wake-up call.

Jennifer pulled back from his hard rod and climbed
onto him with a huge smile. "Morning, baby," she
cooed, kissing his stomach. "Better now?"

"Where's my wife, and what have you done with her?"
asked Scott, still a bit short of breath.

She ignored him, kissing her way up his chest.

Scott grabbed her hair and tugged her head back, all
thoughts of sex gone from his mind. "I asked you a
question, Sydney..."

* * * * * * * * * *

Before Gabrielle Union went to bed, she thought about
the day's shooting; for Brittany to call her "Isis"
was one thing, but she kept calling Eliza Dushku
"Faith" when the cameras weren't on. And what was up
with them calling Jessica Alba "Max" all the time?

It was time for her to be asking some questions.

* * * * * * * * * *

Tracy Ryan really was a tart. Having enjoyed Max by
herself, and Faith by herself, she was now
entertaining them both in the privacy of her own
apartment.

"How come you get a place as great as this?" Faith
asked, strolling around Tracy's place in her cutoff
jeans and thin white T-shirt.

"I'm the Big Thing around here," Tracy cooed. "I can
get anything I want just by asking for it. And you
can't complain... you're even better than the real
thing."

Faith had to agree that it was fun to be up here; it
was even more fun to be around someone who shared her
sex drive. Too bad that she couldn't have brought any
male friends...

"Fuck me! You don't waste any time, do you...?"

"Hey, it's the Fuhrer!" grinned Max, waving at the
director of "Silencers" from her chair. "Doesn't it
bother you that we were so uncooperative before?"

"Well..." the director said, before Faith unbuckled
his trousers hoping to find something of cucumber
dimensions as opposed to a pencil stub, "I was hoping
this would happen, but I make it a rule to never push
it."

"You never push THIS?" Faith husked on seeing that he
really did have the balls. And the cock to go with it.
"You must be one really strong guy."

"Hey, I wanna go..." Max pouted. Faith pointed to her
lower regions, and the sex-starved transgenic dived in
between the Slayer's legs. She stared at Faith's muff
for a few seconds, lying there open and hot in front
of her, before kissing it slowly. Max couldn't wait
any longer; she started to taste it with her tongue,
pushing around all the soft goodness therein. Max
rested her hands on Faith's ass cheeks, fondling them
as she munched.

Faith wouldn't have been surprised if the girl she
looked like had done stuff like this to get ahead, but
she felt everyone would end up a winner; she'd get the
roles, and the guys would get... she crammed the
director's rod into her mouth, glad that he was cut;
nothing to get in the way of the bulb on top, that was
how she liked it. She sucked away on him, rubbing him
up and down as she did her best to turn him on; in
truth, all she really had to do was look at him, but
the effort helped. Faith hadn't had it so good since
the time she and Wesley had finally put aside their
differences; who'd have thought he had it in him? (Or
ON him?)

The two young women's grunts and the way their bodies
moved were driving the director mad; he was being
tantalized by how Faith's tongue was playing with his
prick, teasing it and flicking it in her mouth. He
needed to stuff it into all of her holes... feeling
himself about to come, he rapidly pulled back the
brunette's head, freeing his cock and slapping her
across the face with it, yelling in joy as he came at
that moment. Both he and Faith watched as the semen
sprayed out, flying over her face as the cock moved
along it. Faith cried out as Max's mouth, in turn,
supped at her cunt, just before she started to move up
her back, kissing Faith's fine behind and continuing
up.

"My turn!" Tracy crowed, grabbing the director's
stiffening organ.

"But what about me?" Faith complained. "I need
something long and hard in me..."

"That's where I come in, baby," Max told her. "He'll
get to you sooner, but now you're mine." Watching as
Tracy straddled the director, Max held up a fist,
clenched and gleaming. "I don't like dildos; this is
more direct."

"You got that right," Faith chuckled, and tackled Max,
forcing her to her hands and knees. "I'm doing YOU
first."

Max had a large smile on her face as she felt Faith
spit on her asshole and wipe it in; if she was going
to be butt-fucked by a Slayer, it might as well be by 
the sexiest one ever...

* * * * * * * * * *

"Is there a point to this?!" Jessica Alba grumbled on
watching her TV character begging for more as Faith
worked her right arm into her ass. "And if you're such
a hot-shit witch, why can't you just magic us across
the river?"

"Because we're not allowed to use magic on the last
leg of the journey," Daphne replied as they continued
their journey along the bridge. "And yes, there is a
point to this." She let a smile dance on her face as
she studied Tracy bouncing up and down on the
director. "Fred should have had one that big..."

Tara shook her head as she maintained the vision.
"This shouldn't be happening."

"Finally, some sense," Jessica replied.

"The thing is, this has all been arranged..."

"By who? The director? It wouldn't surprise me..."

"Nope. Watch."

Jessica continued to watch, amazed at how much of
Dushku's... FAITH'S arm her butt could accommodate.
"Oh fuck me, don't stop... Fuck me fuck me FUCK ME
NOW!!!" Max yelled; as another point of view appeared.

This was a computer terminal, and the words "MY ASS IS
ON FIRE, BABY!!!" were typed on it at the exact same
time as Max yelled them. The real actress was stunned
into stopping right there.

"Sweet Jesus," Jessica Alba whispered. "This isn't
happening..."

She continued to watch Howard Johnson's fantasy come
to life.

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