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Subject: {ASSM} ...Make Me Feel So Damned Unpretty, Part 7: Hit A Sista Back (Jennifer Garner, Jessica Alba, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Holly Marie Combs, Eliza Dushku, Kim Possible, Kaley Cuoco, FF, fF, fFF, MF, mfF, oral, reluc, catfight, con, mast, anal)
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The real people as presented in this story are not
intended to be portrayed as they are in real life. The
fictional characters used are the properties of 3 Arts
Entertainment, Bad Robot, Cameron/Eglee Productions,
Deedle-Dee Productions, Disney Enterprises,
Hanna-Barbera Cartoons, Judgemental Films, Kuzui
Enterprises, Marathon Animation, Mutant Enemy Inc.,
Renaissance Pictures, Sandollar Television, Spelling
Television, TF1, Touchstone Television, Twentieth
Century Fox Film Corporation and Universal Worldwide
Television, and are used here purely for fantasy
purposes. The content here isn't meant for under-18s.
(Left out some characters to try and fit the story codes for once.)

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS:
1. So It Begins...
2. Female Trouble
3. Conversations With Dead People
4. Kimitation Nation
5. Something Wicca This Way Comes
6. Second Double

The entrance to the Castle was at the end of the
bridge, but the entrance was also closed. Holly
summoned up all her energy and shouted "IS ANYONE OUT
THERE?! I NEED TO GET IN THERE!!!" hoping someone
would hear her and, if not actually open the gates, at
least give her their attention. Nothing.

"I guess I'll have to climb that thing after all," she
muttered, and was blown headlong into the air by a
blast from behind her. Holly landed on the bridge, and
whipped her head up to see a little flying speck of
light coming in for the kill. She registered for a
second that it was Tinkerbell, and ran away from her
as Tink waved her wand again; the fairy had been
furious about losing Kim Possible and Jennifer Garner
earlier, and was determined to make up for it.

Holly dodged the blasts as she made for the wall, but
Tinkerbell was fast and dangerous; she finally started
swatting around her as if her enemy was a fly, but
Tink managed to avoid her flailing hands. And Holly
was getting tired...

* * * * * * * * * *

"What do you mean, you can't find her?!" Ashley
shouted as Phoebe continued scrying for their sister.

"I mean it's not picking her up!" Phoebe told her.
"Wherever Piper went, it's not anywhere near here."

"Well, keep trying!"

The crystal suddenly flew out of Phoebe's hand and
away from the map of San Francisco. It couldn't
possibly be about to lead them to her, surely...? The
two pairs of sisters chased after it as it landed by
an atlas of the USA.

"Well, at least Piper's still in the country," Melissa
theorised, and opened the book. "Start with
California..."

"Don't tell me my job!" Phoebe snapped.

Melissa didn't say anything, but joined in the others
by watching as Phoebe did her job over the map of the
Golden State. Piper HAD to be there somewhere... the
crystal stopped dead over a city.

"You're kidding," Paige said to the crystal.

But it wasn't. Piper had been blown clean to Anaheim.

* * * * * * * * * *

Howard kept seeing Will's broken and bleeding corpse
in his mind as he sat in front of his terminal. Just
before Velma had left for another appointment (to see
Lisa Thompson), she and Brin had explained that he had
been commissioned, as it were, to write a very special
story with her. The sooner he got started, the better
it would be for all of them. And if he did write it,
then given Velma's links to Hollywood she was sure
some... ah... special dates could be made for him with
some lovely ladies that he'd give just about anything
to be with. But if not, then he'd be resuming his
arguments with Will one on one in the very near
future.

He'd found himself agreeing, but with reluctance. One
of his friends had been killed purely to get him to go
along, and he couldn't tell the police because no one
would believe him if he explained all the
circumstances; as far as they were concerned, it had
been an accident.

"Think of this as one of your teamups," Brin had
suggested. And indeed, Howard had written on the
screen "Fantasy Crossovers" as the first two words of
this opus. Velma had specified which characters he
should use, and given him the plots that he had to
use. He hated writing to order - requests were usually
kept to specific ladies, letting him make up the
actual stories, which he liked - but under these
circumstances... the boy started to write.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Da-da daa-daa-daa-daa DAH-da-da-da DAH-da-da-da..."

Penelope threw Jennifer Garner a cross look as the
tall woman sang the "Amok Time" battle music after
taking her place in the ring alongside Jessica Alba
and facing her fellow combatants Sarah Michelle Gellar
and Xena. "You want music? You'll hear your stuff if
you or Alba get the upper hand. Rules are rules."

"Yeah, but you gotta admit that stuff's still pretty
cool after thirty-something years," Jennifer laughed. 

"You won't be laughing after we're through," Xena told
her. "BATTLE ON!"

And with a whirl through the air to land directly next
to Jennifer, Xena opened the fight by whipping her arm
up to catch the actress across the face. Sarah kicked
out at Jessica, who dodged the blow and tried to jab
at Sarah's side, but Sarah retaliated with a blow to
her body. Jessica quickly bounced back and landed two
rapid punches to her opponent's stomach, but Sarah
grabbed Jessica and twirled her through the air onto
the ground.

Though things weren't going Jessica's way, she was at
least fairly evenly matched with Sarah; Jennifer, on
the other hand, was up against the actual character,
not Lucy Lawless. Xena's impossibly high leaps weren't
being achieved here via wire fu -  they were the real
thing. They were, at least, not using weapons, but
that wasn't much help; though Jennifer fought hard,
Xena was bigger and tougher than she was. Plus she had
died and come back more times than John Travolta; all
of which was no help to Jennifer on finding herself
flying through the air from one kick to the chest from
Xena. She scrambled to her feet and whacked Xena in
the neck and the chest, but Xena's blows were harder
and faster. Damn, she wished she carried a gun all the
time...

"Kick her ass, Xena!" Alex crowed from the crowd.

"Come on, Garner, you can do it! She was never up for
an Emmy!" Kim shouted.

"Give her one for me, Buffy!" shouted Penelope.

"Don't let 'em wear you down, Jessie!" Kirsten yelled.

Jessica, face down in the dirt with Sarah grinding her
head down, wanted to live up to it... she scrabbled
her hands behind her, searching for her opponent's
hair. She found it, and tugged forward hard, pulling
Sarah's head forward fast, at the same time driving a
sharp elbow backward, and hearing a satisfying crack
as it cracked one of Sarah's (capped) teeth. "AAGH!"
SMG grunted as Jessica brought herself round, the grip
loosened, and punched her in the eyes. She then
bitch-slapped her hard and kicked her in the crotch
even harder. "That doesn't work on -- SHIIITTT!" Sarah
howled as Jessica headbutted her.

Something Xena had just done to Jennifer; it hurt the
real person more than it hurt the fictional one.
Dazed, Jennifer was grabbed by the shoulder and the
crotch by the warrior princess, and hoisted into the
air. Xena then flung Jennifer down hard; she winced as
she hit the ground, and tried to get up, but Xena
stamped on her, holding her down. "You give up, or you
want some more?" Xena sneered at her opponent.

"You've still got one more to go, wideload," Jessica
said from behind her. Xena faced Jessica, standing
over a beaten Sarah Michelle Gellar.

"She might have beaten me on TV, but I got her for
real," the ex-Dark Angel added.

Xena grinned. "Like you said, I've still got one
more."

"Bring it on, bitch," Jessica said.

"Hey, that's my and Kiki's line!" Eliza laughed, as
Xena brought it on...

* * * * * * * * * *

Ellen/Shego was thankful that she wasn't required back
on the set immediately; it would give her time to
track down Sydney and ask her what she thought she was
doing messing up the Threesome. She was even more
thankful that Tracy/Luanne had won the toss deciding
who'd leave the apartment first; having the place to
herself instead of that stir-crazy slapper gave her
time to think before it would be safe for her to leave
(there was no way the two of them should or could be
seen together).

Sydney and that black cunt Union would almost
certainly be on their way back home to throw a spanner
in the works. She needed to get in touch with her
"sister," and she prayed that they hadn't messed
things up on their end - Ellen dialled Sara's number,
theorising that she'd be in her trailer or something.

"Howdy," Sara answered.

"Sara? We've got a problem - Bristow's not playing
along..."

"That might not be much of a problem," Sara Hathaway
said from her apartment. "We've got the writers on our
team now. One matchup is in the works, and when the
other two are done..."

"So you got Lisa?"

"Well, Evil Piper did. She's very cooperative - she'll
do anything for another shot..."

* * * * * * * * * *

Holly batted Tinkerbell away, but the fairy was
glowing brighter, preparing for the final assault. HMC
had seen the effect those explosions had; if she was
in the vicinity of one of those things it would be
goodnight, God bless.

Then she got an idea, as the fairy rushed towards her,
giving off heat as she glowed, preparing to blast
Holly Marie Combs into atoms. She had to time this
just right... Holly flung herself aside as far as she
could at the last possible second, as Tinkerbell
smashed into the courtyard wall with a tiny
high-pitched cry. 

The explosion was heard all throughout the castle
grounds, echoing into the afternoon. Xena and Jessica
heard it. Everyone heard it.

Holly heard it and felt it, with chunks of wall
landing on and all around her. She was surprised she
hadn't been injured as she looked behind her;
Tinkerbell had also survived, and was buzzing by the
hole furiously... THE HOLE! Her hunch had paid off; a
gap had been blasted by the explosion, through which
she could see the buildings of the grounds. Holly
didn't waste any time scrambling for it, as Tinkerbell
sprinkled her dust on the pieces of the wall. 

The pieces of the wall began to fly off the ground and
reassemble themselves inside the hole as Holly
frantically squeezed herself into it; she had to get
through before it sealed up, or even worse before it
sealed her inside. But Tink's magic was fast and true;
the masonry was healing itself even as Holly
scrabbled.
The hole was soon repaired, and it was as if the
little mishap had never happened.

But by then Holly Marie Combs was safely on the other
side, and in view of a crowd of people among whom were
some very familiar faces.

* * * * * * * * * *

"How come they all look alike?" asked Gabrielle, as
their flight took off.

"Because Sara was the original," Sydney explained,
"and any cartoon characters who follow have to be in
her image - sort of one disguise for all. Live action
ones can go as they are because they wouldn't stand
out so much."

"Guess we're lucky we haven't had Top Cat or Team
Rocket come over yet," Gabrielle laughed.

"Oh yeah, Jessie and James pretending to be girls.
Wouldn't make any difference in his case..."

"That reminds me, I've always wondered - you know Bert
and Ernie?"

"Not again," Sydney sighed to herself. Scott had asked
her that as well.

* * * * * * * * * * 

Scott Foley sat there shocked, as he had done for the
past ten minutes; he had gotten to Michael Weatherly
as Sydney had suggested, and he had found him alive.

Unlike Scott, Michael had not become a toon as a
result of his business with Max - but he had taken on
a few characteristics of Logan Cale. The reason Scott
was sitting there shocked was that Michael was unable
to walk; "I guess it could have been worse; she could
have broken my neck like that killer in the first
season. Or made me vanish like Lydecker," Michael
added ruefully.

"And this came on after you and her did it?" Scott
asked. Michael nodded.

"So are we going to jump her on set?"

"No... we'll jump her afterwards."

"How come yours was so nice and mine wasn't?"

"I don't know," Scott answered, getting up to help
Michael out of his room - they had studios to get to
and women to capture. "Maybe if Fox had brought her
back for a third year, or if she won a Golden Globe
and was up for an Emmy..."

Michael demonstrated that his middle fingers weren't
crippled.

* * * * * * * * * *

Ultimately, Howard Johnson always threw himself into
his fiction, no matter what the premise...

"'Oh, come on,' she entreated softly. 'We're all part
of the same network. Besides, he wants you as well.'
Noticing the wide grin and nods of her co-star, the
blonde teenager started to undo her top...'" and then
he heard his father tap on his door.

"Howie? You okay?"

"Uhhhh... not really," Howard admitted. "I still can't
believe it..."

"About Will?" The news about his friend's tragic
accident had reached the ears of the Johnsons that
evening; no one had found out about Howard's presence.

"Yeah," Howard continued. "I mean, this morning he was
alive and now..."

"You writing?" his father asked as he entered. Howard
nodded, expecting/hoping to be given the third degree
- he would welcome it; any excuse to not continue.

"We all lose people," his father continued. "We all
have to deal with it the best way we can. Better to
write your way through it than to drink." He patted
Howard's shoulder affectionately. "It'll be okay...
you come down when you're ready."

Howard nodded again. Will's death had upset him, and
writing was a way for him to get over it... but he
still wished he could do something else. Even if Velma
had some good taste in subjects.

* * * * * * * * * *

Faith sat back, going over the script pages for next
day in her mind. Tomorrow was the day she had been
waiting for; Tracy had set her mind on a big gangbang
with her co-stars, but she had insisted on waiting
until Max got through shooting her scenes.

That suited Faith, especially since Gabrielle would be
along for the ride; the Slayer-in-reserve thought
about the well-built darkie and smiled to herself. SHE
would be the one doing the riding, if she played her
cards right. And there was also another fight scene to
do; Faith wouldn't need any stunt doubles. Of course,
Gabrielle would, but those were the breaks. And she
could always kiss it better afterwards. Setting down
the script and sure she was ready, Faith switched her
lights out and went to sleep, the last thing on her
mind being how Eliza was doing. Badly, she hoped.

* * * * * * * * * *

The crowd could see Holly Marie Combs coming towards
them, stumbling across the field as she did. Even
Jessica was watching her making progress; what was
wrong with her...? Then she felt a stinging pain; Xena
had slapped her.

"Get your autographs later, I've got a fight to win,"
the tall black-haired fighter snarled.

Jessica whacked Xena across the face, and the battle
began again; Xena was fast, and was wearing Jessica
down. Bruises were starting to build up, and Jessica
battled back, but Xena could go on forever it seemed
like. Jessica was fit, but up against a TV
character... that was it! Xena was a TV character, she
had her own tricks that people could get familiar with
- Jessica feinted, and Xena soon had her on the grass,
her face up close to the younger woman's. "Don't
worry, it'll be quick," the Warrior Princess breathed.
"You'll be back here before you can say - "

Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her neck; Xena's
face contorted and she staggered back, gagging and
choking as she realised what had happened - Jessica
Alba had cut off the flow of blood to her brain, and
Xena would be dead in thirty seconds. She had used one
of Xena's own, most familiar tricks.

Unable to speak because of the choking, Xena tried to
bring her hand up, but Jessica grabbed both hands and
held tight. "Don't worry," Miss Alba assured her,
"you'll be back here before you can say..." as the
Warrior Princess collapsed. Jessica raised the index
and middle fingers of her right hand to her lips and
blew imaginary smoke off them, and not waiting for
Xena to revive, the winner and reigning champion
joined the others, giving Jennifer Garner the
high-five and SMG the finger. 

"I guess you guys get to go home," Penelope told them.

"But I don't wanna go!" Eliza shouted.

"Don't fight it," Penelope told her, as Holly reached
them, "Jessica won it fair and true; and we'll be
showing you the way back as soon as Piper here tells
us what's going on... what are you doing here, Piper?"

"I'm not Piper..." was all Holly Marie Combs had time
to say before finally collapsing, her journey at an
end. 

* * * * * * * * * *

"Try to relax, Hol," Kirsten Dunst told her. "You look
like you've been through hell."

Holly looked around her; she was inside the Castle
now. Nice bedroom, she had to admit. She had also been
cleaned up, and her cuts were taken care of; she would
be okay. And she could finally tell someone her secret
- assuming this was all not a dream.

"Not a dream, Combs," Kim Possible assured her.

"I was hoping it was," Holly said ruefully. "I've had
to play Piper for real for I don't know how long -
ever since Lisa Thompson introduced me to those twin
sisters..."

"Twins?" Jessica Alba interrupted. "Black hair, big
smiles, bodies like - "

"Yeah, that's them... I go to the bathroom, when I
come back they're making out and I'm thinking 'Oh
shit, not INCEST' but then they're talking about a
threesome, I say OK, one of them pops her head out
from under the sheets and it's that green girl you're
always fighting on your show, and they say 'Uh-uh, not
you,' and the next thing I know I'm being pulled onto
the bed and Shego's eating me out and the bed opens up
and I'm stuck down here; so when I see Rose she calls
me Piper and I have to go along with it... listen."

Holly cocked an ear out. There were some definite
groans from the room next door.

"Oh, that's just Eliza," Tara assured her. "She's
gotten a taste for how things work around here."

"That's why she doesn't want to go back," Sarah
Michelle Gellar added. "The little slut."

"You know, it would be easier if two more of you could
agree with her," Kim suggested.

As she explained, Eliza found herself getting impaled
on Xena's sword. The good news is, it was by handle
only. In training for the apparent position of the
town hussy, she was being entertained by Xena, Daphne,
Clover and Peter Perfect, who was joyously being
fellated by Miss Dushku; she was an infinitely better
lover than SMG. Being the youngest, Clover was last,
but while she waited to get hers, she entertained
herself by thinking over the last time she and Kim
Possible had met...

* * * * * * * * * *

No matter how many combinations the villains took, Kim
always managed to stop them; she listened to Drakken
and Lord Monkey Fist quarrelling over whose fault it
was as the ship the two of them were trapped in went
hurtling downriver. Now all she had to do was get Ron
out of that trap he was in and they could go home.

Kim hurtled towards where she had seen him last; she
could have rescued him but he told her to go on and
stop the baddies. She figured that he was maybe a bit
more resourceful than she had thought. And here she
was at the site where he had been trapped - "had been"
being appropriate. The trap was busted open, and he
was gone. "Don't tell me he got out without my help!"
she said to herself in an admiring tone, before she
looked closer.

It was busted in an inward direction; meaning he
HADN'T gotten out by himself. Someone had helped him.
And as Kim sniffed the air, she knew who that someone
was. "Shego...!"

Drakken's power behind the throne was indeed close to
Kim Possible's sidekick when she caught up to them; he
was unconscious, strapped down, and nude. Kim's wide
eyed widened even more at the sight of what he had
down below - she hadn't expected him to pack something
that big - before she whirled on the sneering Shego.
"What did you DO to him?!"

"Actually, it's more what HE did to ME," Shego
answered. "He's got more going for him than you give
him credit for - you should try it sometime."

"Eeeewww! Friends don't do friends, missy!"

"I didn't want to at first, but I was talked into it."

"Someone talked the great Shego into doing something?
I am so sure."

"A lot easier when you're on the same side," Sam
announced, tackling Kim. The teenager started to fight
back, but was taken by Clover and Alex. Struggling and
kicking, Kim was dragged to her unconscious friend and
sidekick, his limp and shining cock coming closer and
closer.

"First, you're going to eat each of us out," Clover
ordered. "Then you're going to swallow Jewboy here
while we get out of here."

"Something that big ought to keep you occupied for a
while," Alex added, ripping her skirt off.

"And what if I don't?" Kim snapped as the other spies
forced her to her knees in front of Alex. "You're
gonna kill me?"

"Not a chance," Clover answered. "You get to stay
alive - it's everyone else in Middleton that gets to
find out what death's like. Starting with your
brothers."

"NO!!!" Kim screamed. She didn't want them to
experience it, not even once. She dived right into
Alex's thatch and began to munch half-heartedly, the
thoughts of all her family and friends being wiped out
by these things filling her mind.

"Do it like you mean it," Alex said coldly. Kim
slipped her tongue into Alex's cunt, a bit more
passion involved this time. And with each movement of
her tongue, Kim threw herself into it more, the only
positive side of it being that there were only three
of them...

Clover had stayed behind for a few moments after Kim
had eaten out all three of them; she had wanted to
watch little Miss Possible suck off Mr. Stoppable. The
look on Kim's face as she put her best friend's penis
in her mouth had been priceless. PRICELESS! She didn't
look like she was enjoying it in the slightest, unlike
Eliza, who was sucking off Peter Perfect while rubbing
her hands in the cunts of Daphne and... and Clover.
Oooooohhhhh, boy this felt good. Clover started to
stroke Eliza's hot body in delight - she wanted to
join Xena in tonguing the brunette's back door, but
only room for one at a time. Reportedly Gabrielle
didn't go for anal sex while Xena did, which was why
the Warrior Princess looked so damn happy.

Eliza arched herself into the air with all these
people screwing her; she was blissfully happy. She
surveyed Daphne's sweaty nude form as she masturbated
her, and trembled with delight at the thought of
getting her to herself. But first she had to take care
of Peter; she sped up her sucking, looking up at his
face. He was on the verge of melting with joy, eyes
bugging and mouth dribbling as she blew him. The guy
had probably never had one from a woman before or
something... Eliza managed not to laugh on hearing him
cry "OH FIDDLE!!!" The man was getting his cock sucked
and he couldn't bring himself to swear even then? She
figured that this was as close as she'd ever get to
having sex with Ned Flanders, as she felt Peter's
sperm shoot into her mouth.

Clover shoved the pretty boy aside impatiently -
"You're lucky I don't believe in hitting women," Peter
said stiffly. "Why do you think I did it to you,
Perfect?" Clover cracked - and squatted on Eliza's
face. The live one instantly lapped away at the spy's
box, helped no end by Daphne and Xena nuzzling at her
jugs; Eliza started to play with Daphne's own lovely
mammaries, while Xena wielded the sword handle and
pressed it against Eliza's ass. Her eyes shot open as
she felt it start to work inside; Xena had done this
with some of her male lovers before, and it had been
her proud boast that none of them ever begged her to
stop.

Neither did Eliza...

* * * * * * * * * *

The others had filled Brittany Murphy in on what had
happened, and Brittany had finished thanking Kirsten
for rescuing her. "But why didn't you help me, Jess?
Or Eliza? Or Gabrielle?"

"Gabrielle isn't here," Jennifer told her. "Nice to
know someone's safe."

"We'll all be joining her soon enough," Jessica added.
"Even Eliza."

"But - "

"But nothing, Tara. Dushku's coming back with us even
if I have to tie her up and drag her along behind us."

"She might like it," Tara laughed.

* * * * * * * * * *

Gabrielle was indeed safe, and back on set, but her
thoughts were on Sydney; she had escorted her back
safely, and she'd been welcomed back by the others,
with all the shop talk on the surface - but she could
see a little mistrust in her co-stars' eyes. They knew
that something was up, and she knew that they knew.
She just hoped that Sydney Bristow could do her job.

Sydney had to keep up the pretence of being Jennifer
Garner for a while longer, and that meant getting
ready for her next shot. Luckily she could get through
it all professionally, and even more luckily the
appointment she had to keep was after shooting was
through for the day. Sydney hoped the person she was
meeting wouldn't be late.

* * * * * * * * * *

At lunch, Velma - as Lisa Thompson - congratulated
everyone on a good morning's work, and headed to her
office to work on some rewrites for a later scene. And
to find out how her co-writer was doing.

It had been nice of Lisa to create Velma alongside
Sara Hathaway, true - a sort of dream sister to go
with this dream daughter - but it had been a mistake
for Lisa to invest so much time in her. She may have
been a Creator, but the amount of time she had spent
turning her into a person meant that she had pretty
much forfeited any actual control; when Lisa had
dreamt Velma into the real world she was virtually a
Creator herself, with her own ideas of what she
wanted. Too damn bad they had to run counter to
Lisa's.

The first thing Velma had done was to make contact
with the alternate reality Piper Halliwell that came
about in the 100th episode of "Charmed" - the twisted
one with nothing to live for. Once she had Evil Piper
on her side, the plan started to come together; she
had tracked down Alba's Sex Slave by noticing those
fantasies of his he posted on newsgroups, comparing
them to ones that had come about in the other place,
and started to strike up a long-distance relationship
with him. He was a Fan for sure. And when he had
written that one about Alba and Milano playing Max and
Phoebe fucking in the bath, Velma had seen it happen
in the fantasy world.

She had also noticed that he was messing about with
Alba's dreams. He was good enough to tamper with both
worlds... he was perfect for what she had in mind.
Velma read over what Howard had written; yep,
excellent. But a little polish wouldn't do any harm
before she posted it online - she started to write.

* * * * * * * * * *

To casual observers, it looked like Brittany Murphy,
Eliza Dushku and Tracy Ryan were having a three-way
huddle.

"She knows?" Faith asked.

"Sydney Bristow must have filled her in," Tracy
explained. "When I get my hands on her - "

"She'll probably shoot you again," Tal - an older,
less plump Tal - interrupted. "Gabby'll never let us
get her alone."

"We might not have to," Faith grinned. "Tomorrow Max
is back on set and we're doing the big fight scene
without stunt doubles."

"Wait, you're not gonna..."

"Kill her? Too dangerous... let's just say she's gonna
have injuries that'll keep her out of the way until
it's safe."

"You're sure it'll work?" Tracy asked.

"Five by five, Luanne," Faith beamed.

* * * * * * * * * * 

"I sure don't wanna do this, don't think I do,"
Penelope told them as she led the real world people
through the Castle, "but we keep our bargains around
here."

She was leading them to the centre of the Castle; once
they were there they would find a door that would take
them straight back to their own world, being as it was
the only direct link. They wouldn't end up inside the
actual Disneyland castle, of course, but each one
would arrive back in the last place they had been
before arriving here.

"Hope you manage to find the others," Jennifer told
Kim, who like the other natives was coming along to
say goodbye.

"Oh, Middleton'll turn up," Sam said airily, before
realising what she said.

"We never said anything about Middleton," Kim said
tensely. "How did you know?"

"Er... um... "

"HOW DID YOU KNOW?"

"Oh, we might as well tell you," Alex sighed. "We're
in on the Threesome... they might be forgiving of
Gellar, but we aren't forgiving of you. We know where
they've stashed your townsfolk..."

"Start talking," Jennifer ordered.

"Blame one of the Fans," Clover replied. "She wrote it
into one of her stories."

"She?"

* * * * * * * * * *

She being Velma, who was at this moment putting the
finishing touches on her polish; at around the time
Howard started to work on the next one, listening out
for the car Velma had said she'd send around - sort of
a bribe she had promised him.

Yep, there it was - honking outside his house.
Relieved that his parents weren't there, Howard saved
what he had written so far and went outside to see the
driver who'd be taking him to the set of "Saturday."

Fifteen minutes after he had left, Howard's mother
came into his room and studied his laptop. He had
indeed saved what he had written, and he had indeed
turned it off, and she knew from experience that he
changed his password regularly; but she also knew that
he was prone to scribbling rough drafts down in pencil
before committing them to the Net (she had seen a few
pages of one he had planned where Cameron Diaz, Drew
Barrymore and Lucy Liu had travelled back in time and
met Jaclyn Smith, Kate Jackson and bloody Farrah). 
She started to search, and soon found in the dustbin
what she was looking for.

She shook her head - the boy was never going to learn.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Oh, come on," she entreated softly. "We're all part
of the same network. Besides, he wants you as well."

Noticing the wide grin and nods of her co-star, the
blonde teenager started to undo her top for the older
woman. They were all three safely away from any prying
eyes, and if everything went well it wouldn't even
take that long.

"If you knew how long I've been waiting for this..."
Martin Spanjers sighed as Kaley Cuoco stripped.

"Why'd you wait until now?" Kaley asked, giggling.

"You know, I have no idea... but anyway..."

Kaley stood naked and willing before her companions,
demonstrating just why some wags called her show "8
Simple Rules For Fucking My Teenage Daughter." "You
too," the older woman instructed Martin. "Unless you
only want to watch."

He didn't; removing his clothes he was less appealing
to look at than the other two, but it didn't really
bother them. Knowing his age, he'd probably ejaculate
before he got it inside either one of them. It didn't
help that the woman was gently stroking Kaley with a
little cane, standing tall and proud and nude herself.
Resting it on Kaley's tuft of pussy, she started to
tap it, slowly at first then harder. She slipped the
tip of the cane into the teenager's pussy, and twirled
it inside; Kaley's mouth opened as she felt her cunt
tingle from the cane. "Ohhhhhhh....." she breathed as
it rubbed against her coming out, and the woman
brought up the cane, drawing it along the girl's
nipples.

Tapping the cane against her palm, the woman made a
circling motion with her free hand. Kaley turned,
exhibiting her excellent bubble butt, and spread it as
she bent towards Martin, taking his little penis in
hand. "Can I...?" Martin asked squeakily.

"Touch them?" Kaley finished. "Go right ahead." And
she began to massage his cock as he felt her tender
young breasts; he'd been jacking off to them so much
after work ended each day that he had built up a
picture of them in his mind, but the real things were
even better. His prick felt wonderful under Kaley's
fingers, stiffening and swelling in almost no time.
And behind him, he saw the older woman rubbing his
co-star's ass with that cane; he hoped she wasn't
going to raise blisters. Martin didn't want any
suspicions raised by Kaley not being able to sit down
on set.

"Want it in my mouth?" Kaley beamed, her voice going
up on the last word - the older woman was introducing
her to the joys of having her butt rimmed, running her
tongue over Kaley's asshole while stroking her lower
half. Martin nodded, and silently thanked the fates
that he wasn't that kid from "Who's The Boss?" as the
cute blonde opened her mouth...

* * * * * * * * * * 

"Her name's Velma Dinkley," Alex snickered. "Not her
real name, of course..."

"That's why we're telling you - you'll never find
her," Clover added.

"Impossible, is it?" asked Jennifer. "Any more
impossible than my doing this?" And she walloped
Clover across the face.

"Oh that's it, hag!" Clover howled, and cannoned into
the tall lady, driving her into the door as it flew
open, sending the two straight through into the real
world - but not the place Jennifer had been to last.
Instead of a ladies' toilet, she found herself on a 
street, but not a normal street. There were tourists
and stores everywhere, but it still wasn't a normal
street... Jennifer Garner recognised it instantly. She
was in Disneyland.

And judging from the crowd gaping and pointing at the
person next to Jennifer, so was Clover...

"They can see Clover? Oh my Bill and Joe, it's
started..." Penelope bleated, indicating that the
others should stay inside the doorway - going through
would mean the crowd would see them all.

"Is this to do with the Threesome?" asked a nervous
Kirsten. "Has it started?"

"One part of it, yeah," Tara replied.

"Oh, this is bad," Kim moaned. "This is season finale
bad."

* * * * * * * * * *

"This is great!" Kaley shouted as she pulled on
Martin's throbbing cock, all damp from being in her
mouth. She could feel it about to explode over her
face; it was going to be his first time, she could
tell.

The pleasure was all Sydney Bristow's, her cunt
rubbing against Kaley's upraised one from behind as
she forced the cane deeper inside the girl's
tenderized rump. It was warm from the spanking, but
she was going to massage and kiss it better... and as
Kaley felt Martin's hot come crash onto her face like
a tidal wave, she knew there'd be more fun later when
Jennifer Garner back there kept her end of the bargain
and got her a guest spot on "Alias." Like she had
said, they were all part of the family.

At the same time, Velma finished reading the story she
and Howard had done about Jennifer Garner seducing
Kaley Cuoco on the set of her sitcom. She could sense
that it had come to pass, and she settled back with a
cup of tea (if there was one thing she and the late
Lisa had agreed on, it was that booze was a no-no).

"One down, two to go," she said merrily, and chugged
the drink back. "Crossover, here we come..."

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