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PROLOGUE:

The morning sun glistened wetly off the naked branches of the trees
outside the house at 1313 Mockingbird Lane.

Lily Munster was in the kitchen, preparing the cauldron to make
breakfast.  She jumped when she heard the sound of the huge knockers
on the front door.

"Who could that be at this hour?" she muttered.  She wiped her hands
and headed to the front door.


The huge door swung open, revealing a young woman.  The young woman's
dark hair hung long around her face.  "Hello, Lily," she said, gently.

"Oh, my," Lily gasped.  "You told me you wouldn't..."

"Now, now," she murmured.  "I'm only here to talk."

Lily said in a loud whisper, "You're not to come here until..."

"Until I learned about my powers," finished the voice behind Lily.

Lily spun around to see Marilyn descending the staircase.

"It's all right, Aunt Lily," Marilyn said, putting a hand on her
shoulder.  "I know all about it."  She turned to the woman at the
door.  "Hello, Serena.  Or should I call you 'Mother'?"

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Introduction and commercial break:

This posting is segment one of two, the two segments forming part
three of a three-part crossover story, the first two parts being "The
Munsters" and "The Addams Family", respectively.  (If you can follow
the grammar in THAT sentence, Celeste!)

It would probably do you well to read the first two parts first.

Please don't email me for the other parts; they should be reposted at
the same time this segment is posted.  The finale is not yet completed
-- it will be posted (and the other parts reposted again) when it is
finished.

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The early sixties saw a lot of "fantasy" sitcoms, like "I Dream of
Jeannie", "Bewitched" and "My Favorite Martian".  Two popular series
that featured a "horror" theme were "The Addams Family" on ABC, and
"The Munsters" on CBS.

"Bewitched" also ran on ABC, and told the story of Samantha, a lovely
witch who married Darrin Stephens without telling him of her special
powers.  Those powers -- and Darrin's strange in-laws -- became
evident shortly after their wedding.

Samantha was played by the late, lamented Elizabeth Montgomery.  In
the early episodes, Darrin was played by Dick York and in later
episodes by Dick Sargent.  Endora (Samantha's Mother) was played by
Agnes Moorehead, and Larry Tate (Darrin's boss) was David White.

Darrin's role was not the only one to undergo a cast change.  The
roles of Louise Tate and Gladys Kravitz (the neighbor) were also
filled by a second cast of actors with no explanation to the audience.

There was also a full cast of occasional characters, played by Maurice
Evans, Marion Lorne, Paul Lynde, Alice Ghostly and Bernard Fox, all
gifted character actors.

Elizabeth Montgomery also played the recurring character of her
look-alike cousin, Serena.  Usually, she was billed in this role as
"Pandora Spocks".

The stories usually revolved around Samantha resolving not to use her
witchcraft, then Darrin ending up in a jam (because of some stupid
action on his part or a practical joke on the part of one of
Samantha's relatives), and Samantha coming to the rescue.

The couple was blessed in 1966 by the birth of Tabitha, and later by a
son, Adam.  Tabitha herself became the focus of a later series.

This is another show which has never been off the air since it began.
It has been seen in daytime reruns on ABC, then in syndication, and
now on Nickelodeon.

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This story breaks with my own tradition, in that it does not attempt
to be an episode of the actual show.  In writing it, I found that the
character "Serena" wanted to do a lot of expository stuff, and I found
room to work in several other television series as well.  But I
started out as "Bewitched", and will continue with that title.

It should also be noted that this story "got away from me" in that it
seemed to take on a life of its own.  Three specific "gags" that I had
in mind when I began the story have not even appeared yet!  In fact,
it got so far out of control that Samantha and Darrin appear only in a
cameo in this segment.  This should be corrected by the time the
second segment is completed.

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The woman smiled.  "Serena is fine, dear.  Whatever you feel
comfortable with."

"So where do we start?" Marilyn asked.

Serena turned to Lily.  "I'll bring her back soon, Lily."  She turned
back to Marilyn, and waved her hand.  "We'll start..."  There was a
flash of light, and Serena and Marilyn were -- elsewhere.  "...here,"
she said.

Marilyn looked around.  All about her was darkness and fog.  The two
women stood on a firm, but not hard, surface, and the only light to be
seen was glowing around them, with no apparent light source.

"Where are we?" Marilyn asked.

"The Continuum."  Serena spoke matter-of-factly.  "This is where we
really consider 'home', and it is from here that our powers
originate."

"Woah," Marilyn sighed.  "Continuum, home...  You're way over my head
already.  I thought it was just magic."

Serena smiled.  "Someone once said that magic was just science beyond
the current understanding.  It's not just magic, it's science.  Think
of it this way: Matter is energy, and thoughts are energy, and energy
is matter.  It's all the same."

"Sounds like Einstein."

"It should.  Einstein was one of us."

"So how do I use the power?  I discovered by accident that if I rubbed
my nose while I made a wish, it happened."

Serena laughed.  "Sounds like my cousin Samantha.  Except she doesn't
rub her nose, she just twitches it."

"Actually," she continued, "you can use any method you please.  Endora
snaps her fingers.  Esmerelda incants.  Me, I wave my hand.  It's just
a matter of focusing your thoughts."

"I see."

"My advice would be to pick something simple.  Something you can use
without drawing much attention."

Marilyn nodded.  "Are there any restrictions?  Can I do anything I
want?"

"Almost."  Serena looked grave.  "There are some restrictions.  You
cannot actually harm anyone -- you can inconvenience them, but not
hurt them.  You also cannot counteract someone else's 'spell'."
Serena smiled again.  "That's about it, though."

"Now, about why you didn't raise me as your own..."

A frown crossed Serena's face.  "That's a long story.  But the brief
version is that when you were born, it was very ... inconvenient ...
to have the responsibility of a daughter.  So Endora 'cast a spell'
that you would not be able to use your powers until after you lost
your virginity.  She thought that would give her enough time to come
up with something else."

She waved her hand.  Two chairs materialized.  Serena swept around and
sat down in one of them, and motioned to the other.  Marilyn took a
seat.

"Lily and Herman Munster have been friends of the family for a couple
of centuries.  They volunteered to be your 'uncle and aunt'; and it
worked out.  You were raised in a loving family, and I was left free
to pursue a separate existence."

Marilyn started to speak, but Serena raised her hand.  "I know, I
know.  It was selfish of me.  I'll admit it.  But I really think it
worked out for the best."

Marilyn sat still in her chair as Serena paused.  Then Serena leaned
forward in her chair.  "Now tell me about losing your virginity.  I'm
really interested."

"Not much to tell," Marilyn sighed.  "He was a jerk.  He used my body
to masturbate, then rolled over and went to sleep.  So I wished it
hadn't happened..."

"Oh!" Serena clasped a hand to her mouth.  "Then... you've regained
your virginity and retained your powers!  How clever!"

"Next time," Marilyn smiled, "it'll be different."

"I should hope so."  Serena smiled a secret smile.  "You want some
instruction?"

"About sex?"  Marilyn blushed a little.  "I'll admit I've been
curious.  I've heard Uncle Herman and Aunt Lily in their bedroom late
at night, but there's some heavy machinery involved, and the lights
all get dim."

"They're the exception, not the rule," Serena smiled.  "I've got an
idea.  Let's take a little trip and do some sightseeing."

She stood up and took Marilyn's hand.  Serena waved, and the scene
changed.

...........................................................

The room was dark.  The only light came from the outside window, and
the curtains were drawn, not letting much in.  It took Marilyn's eyes
a minute to adjust.

She and Serena were sitting on thin air, near the ceiling of the room.

"Don't worry," Serena said.  "They can't hear or see us."

"They who?" Marilyn said, blindly.  Then she noticed below her was a
bed, and two people were in it.

"Oh," she said.  "Oh, my."  She stared at the couple below.  "What're
they...?"

"Shh," said Serena.  "Just watch."


He snuggled up behind her, spoon-fashion, his erection throbbing,
pressing into the contours of her bottom.  He reached around her, his
hand covering her breast.

He heard her sigh softly in her sleep, nestling against his body.
Under his palm, he felt her nipple begin to stiffen.

She moaned softly as he kissed the back of her neck.  He moved his
hand in a small circle, massaging her breast gently.

She turned, rolling over to face him, her arms wrapping around his
body.  Their lips met, their mouths opened, and their tongues played.


Marilyn, hovering above with Serena, blushed.


After a long moment of kissing, she sat up.  He followed suit,
stroking her arm as she pulled the thin nightie off over her head.

She lay back on the bed.  He remained sitting, his fingertips
caressing her breasts, pinching her now-erect nipples lightly.

He leaned forward, and kissed her bare belly.  Then he moved down her
body, pushing the top sheet under which they lay down.


As he moved slowly down her body, Marilyn could see that he was
completely naked already.  The pale skin of his bare ass flashed in
the dim light.


His lips had found her trimmed pubic hair.  She spread her legs,
pulling up her knees slightly.  His tongue traced her opening labia,
locating the small button of her clit as he inhaled the fragrance of
her inner parts.

He ran his tongue the length of her slit, from clit to asshole, and
back again.  She reached over and wrapped her fingers around his
erection, tugging on it lightly, until he moved his lower body around.

She pushed on his nearest leg, and he lifted it up and over her head
to the other side, straddling her face.

She pushed his cock backwards until she could reach it with her mouth
and tongue.  She rolled her tongue briefly around his cockhead, then
took it into her mouth.

He worked his tongue around her clit, coaxing it into erection.  As it
warmed and lengthened under his ministrations, he moved a hand around
and worked a finger into her tight, moist hole.

She moaned, and worked her tongue back and forth over the head of his
cock; a sandpapering motion she knew drove him wild.

He rolled his tongue over her clit, as his fingers pressed upward
inside her.  She shivered, a wave of pleasure rolling through her
body.

She pulled her head back, gasping.  "Now, darling," she whispered.

He moved quickly around, pausing briefly between her legs as he rubbed
his cockhead over the entrance to her honeyhole.  Then he moved over
her, kissing her breasts, and slid his cock home.

She took in a deep breath through her teeth, then wrapped her legs
around his knees.  He began to make deep strokes, pushing his penis
deep inside her, then pulling back until only the very tip of his
sizable penis was at the entrance to her pussy.  Then back in again.
Each stroke deliberately slow and sensual.

She began to breathe heavily, and met each of his strokes with a tilt
of her pelvis, squeezing him inside her, rubbing her clit against his
shaft as she breathed into his ear.


Marilyn, looking down at them, felt herself getting wet, a warming
sensation in her groin.  Serena glanced over at her, and Marilyn met
her eyes for a second, then both gazes went back to the couple on the
bed below.


She whimpered; she was so close, so close to the edge.  She felt his
body begin to tense, and from long experience, knew he was about to
climax.

Then -- bang -- release.  Her vagina contracted, her abdomen vibrated.
He pushed deep inside her and held still as her body shivered, then
his ass began to jerk as he climaxed inside her.


Marilyn watched as the man held his woman close, their bodies
quivering.  Then the man rolled to the left, the woman to the right.
They slid back together into a spooned position, the man behind the
woman, his arm around her waist.  He kissed the back of her neck.

The woman looked up toward the ceiling -- right at the area where
Serena and Marilyn were hovering.

"Are you sure she can't see us?" Marilyn whispered.

Serena looked over at Marilyn, then waved her hand.

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They were back in the dark nothingness of the Continuum.

Marilyn sat limply in her chair.  Serena smiled at her.  "So what do
you think?"

"Was that ... normal?  Is that what I get to look forward to?"

Serena smiled again.  "Maybe.  Everything depends on the chemestry
between the man and the woman.  Not everyone does the same thing all
the time."

"Who were those people?"

"Not that it was important, but it was my cousin Samantha and her
husband Darrin.  He's a mortal, but he's pretty good in bed.  Probably
what keeps Samantha interested in him."

"You look in on them often?"

Serena grinned.  "From time to time.  They have something I've never
had -- not even with your father."

"Who was my father?"

Serena's smile vanished.  "I don't want to discuss that right now.
Are you ready for another peep?"

"Oh, I don't know, I..."

"C'mon," Serena smiled.  She waved her hand.

............................................................

Again, Marilyn found herself floating near the ceiling of a darkened
room.  She strained her eyes to see, until Serena waved her hand and a
dim blue glow illuminated the room.

Below her on the bed were two bodies.  The covers thrown off the foot
of the bed, and Marilyn could see now that they were both women.

They were mirror images of each other, but one-half of the mirror was
flopped 180 degrees -- each lay on one side facing the other, each had
one leg raised, each lay over the lower leg of the other, the fingers
of one hand probing the other's pussy, their lips and tongues busy
with the other's clits.

Marilyn blinked.  The two girls looked very much alike; only their
hair-styles were different.

As she watched, the two girls began to move, together, in perfect
synchrony, they rolled over.  One took a sixty-nine position over the
other, continuing their finger-probing and tonguing.

Serena slipped her hand over onto Marilyn's knee.  Marilyn glanced at
it, then stared back at the young women on the bed below.  It was not
until Serena squeezed a bit that Marilyn looked up at her face.  There
was a little smile on Serena's face.

"You like this?" Serena asked.

Marilyn nodded, voicelessly.  She looked back as the girl on top began
to shudder, her head tilted back, gasping.  Her body quaked as Marilyn
watched, then she leaned forward again, her mouth buried between her
twin's thighs until the other girl began to gasp, too.

Marilyn felt her own abdomen churn, an ache -- an itch -- beginning
between her legs.  Serena's hand on her leg squeezed slightly.
Beginning to get flustered, Marilyn glanced over at Serena.

"Let's go," Serena whispered, and snapped her fingers.


Back in the comfy chairs in the Continuum, Marilyn sat limply, lying
back in the chair.  Serena sat forward, perched on the very edge of
the chair.

"Who were they?  Were they really twins?"

Serena smiled.  "Is that important?  Well, the truth is that they are
cousins.  Identical cousins all the way."

"Are they... like us?"

Serena shook her head.  "No, they're mortals."

Marilyn raised her head.  "You keep referring to mortals...  Does that
mean we're immortal?"

Serena sat back in the chair.  "We call ourselves 'witches'.  Most
inhabitants of this planet are what we call mortals.  You should know
-- perhaps better than most -- that there is a minority of inhabitants
of planet Earth that are ... different."

Marilyn nodded.  "Grampa, for instance.  And Uncle Herman."

Serena smiled.  "Your 'Grampa' is a vampire.  The Count is not one of
'us'; but he does tap into the power of the Continuum occasionally.
Even mortals can use the power of the Continuum.  Your 'Uncle' Herman
was a construct -- an artifact.  Built of parts of other humans."

"You mentioned others?"

"The water-breathing humans who live in the oceans -- what some would
call Atlantis -- for instance.  You know about vampires and werewolves
and other 'creatures of the night'.  There are everal genies and imps,
and individuals who arrived here from a future era.  There are a few
extra-terrestrials; Martians, Orkans, ... and of course, the
Immortals."

A question passed over Marilyn's face, and Serena continued.

"They go about with swords decapitating each other.  Eventually, there
can be only one in existence.  The rest of us take bets on who's going
to be the last one.  My bet's on a fellow named McLeod."

"Duncan McLeod?" Marilyn asked.

Serena nodded.

"I've met him.  He visited our house to talk to Grampa.  What a hunk."

Serena smiled.  "You noticed."

"Well, I may have be a virgin, but I don't intend to be a nun."

"From the way you acted when we got back from the Lanes', I don't
think you want to wait much longer to lose that virginity."

Marilyn blushed.  "I feel so... so..."

"The word is 'horny', dear,"  Serena smiled.

"But I want it to be romantic.  And exciting."

"The first time rarely is both," Serena frowned.  "I mean, it's
possible, but with our powers, we can create ... "

Rather than explain, she demonstrated.  Serena waved her hand, and a
man materialized.  He was muscular, but evidently not a weight-lifting
body builder.  Marilyn gasped as she realized the man was completely
naked.

His shoulders were broad, and his chest was covered with dark, curly
hair.  Marilyn's eyes followed the path of hair to a darker patch
below, where a heavy-looking penis hung limply.

"Who is he?" Marilyn breathed.

"You keep asking who they are.  It's not important, but his name's
Troy.  Adam Troy.  He's the skipper of a small boat in the South
Pacific, the Tiki.  He's just a guy who is sleeping back there, and is
having a very pleasant dream."  She waved her hand, and the man's
penis began to swell, pumping full of blood to a throbbing, massive
erection.

"A VERY pleasant dream," Serena grinned.

Serena waved again, and a bed materialized behind the man.  He turned
and walked slowly to it, threw back the covers, and climbed in.  He
lay on his back, his hands behind his head.  His penis stood up,
leaning slightly toward his head.

Marilyn stared, remaining in her chair.  Serena leaned forward, and
whispered.  "You want him?"

Marilyn sighed.  "I'm not quite ready."

"Then do you mind if I...?"

Marilyn gaped at her.  "You?  Here?  With me watching?"

Serena stood up.  She waved her hand, and her clothing vanished.  She
stood before Marilyn naked.  Her breasts were large, with dark
aureole, and hung down only slightly.  Her stomach was flat, with a
small bulge over the dark patch of fur that hid her pubic mound.

"Why not?" she smiled.  "You've watched people you don't know..."  She
strode over to the bed.  As she reached the side of the bed, she waved
her hand again, and Marilyn's chair slid effortlessly closer toward
the bed.

Serena climbed onto the bed, and straddled the man's head.  She
lowered herself over the man's face, upright, supported by her legs.

As her pussy got close to the man's mouth, Marilyn watched him open
his lips and extend his tongue so that it just touched the front
gather of Serena's slit.

She lowered himself further, allowing the man to tongue her clit.  "It
feels so good," Serena sighed, closing her eyes.  Her hands slid over
her body until she reached her breasts.  She lifted them, her fingers
pinching her nipples into erection.

Marilyn crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together.  A burning
sensation was crawling through her genitals.

Serena worked her hips forward and back as the man's tongue moved up
and down her slit from clit to pussy and back.  Marilyn could see her
breathing begin to speed up.  Serena paused as the man's mouth was
again over her clit, and she pressed herself down.  The man responded
by sealing his lips around her clit, beginning to suck gently on it as
his tongue continued to work.

Serena took a long, deep breath, and held it.  Her body began to
quiver a little, then shook violently.

She let out the breath, then with a smile toward Marilyn, moved off
the man's face and worked herself around to straddle the man's hips.
She put her hands on the man's shoulders, leaned forward, and allowed
the head of the man's cock to bounce against the entrance to her
pussy.

Slowly, deliberately, she slid down the man's shaft, until it was
fully inside her.

Marilyn shifted nervously, uncrossing, then crossing her legs the
other way.  The 'itch' was becoming almost unbearable.  Marilyn put
one hand in her lap, and pressed her fingers against her body, trying
to rub at the itch.  But her clothing prevented her from reaching it.

She stood up briefly, and pulled her skirt up over her hips.  She sat
back down, and pushed one hand into her panties.  Her fingers slid
down to her pubic mound, and she rubbed at the itch, which seemed to
center around her clitoris.  As her fingers moved over and around her
love-bud, she felt her body begin to tense, her abdomen begin to
tighten.

There was movement on the bed.  Serena had rolled over, the man now
sliding over and between Serena's legs.  She raised her legs, pulling
each one up to the man's shoulder level.  He hooked an arm around each
leg, pulling her up so that her pussy was on a level with his cock.

He slid into her again, making a slapping noise as his thighs hit the
soft skin of her ass.

Marilyn's fingers slid downward, the long middle one finding the slick
entry point to her pussy.  She slipped it inside, pressing the palm of
her hand against her throbbing clit.  She watched as the man thrust
mightily into Serena, and matched his thrusts with small movements of
her hand.

Serena was whimpering softly.  Marilyn could sense that Serena was on
the edge of orgasm again -- as she was herself.

Serena gasped, and held her breath.  Marilyn's body tensed, her pussy
clamping down on her finger.  The man grunted, and drove his cock
deeply into Serena's cunt, his ass muscles tightening.

"Oh, yessss," Serena finally exhaled, her body sliding down as the man
released his grip on her legs.

He rolled over, off of her.  Serena kissed his forehead lightly, then
waved her hand.  The man vanished.

Serena sprawled in the bed.  Marilyn could see between her spread
legs, the man's semen drooling out of her sopping pussy.

"Was it good for you?" Serena smiled at her.

Marilyn nodded.

"There are, you know, better ways of getting off," Serena said, a
strange smile on her face.  She waved her hand, and the man's semen
vanished.  Serena's hair reformed itself in order.  She sat up and
swung her legs over the side of the bed, sitting naked on the edge.

She leaned forward.  "Do you know what I mean?"

Marilyn shook her head.

Serena leaned forward and kissed Marilyn's forehead.  She slid down
off the bed, and knelt in front of Marilyn's chair, pressing her naked
body between Marilyn's knees.

Her hands slid down Marilyn's body, pausing to squeeze her breasts
through her clothing.

"Serena, I..." Marilyn muttered, but her voice stopped as Serena
kissed her lips.  Marilyn felt Serena's tongue pressing against her
lips.  She hesitated a moment, then opened her lips to allow Serena's
tongue to enter her mouth.

Serena's touch was gentle; much more gentle than Irvin's had been.
Marilyn found herself relaxing, returning the kiss, pressing her
tongue against Serena's.

Serena's hand waved; a cool flush of air made Marilyn realize that her
clothing had vanished.  Serena's hands were warm against the skin of
her naked breasts, her fingers caressing her erect nipples.

Marilyn moaned softly; Serena dropped one hand down to rest on
Marilyn's thigh.  As they continued to kiss, Serena's hand slid up her
thigh, her thumb pressed against Marilyn's pubic mound.

Serena slid her fingers down into Marilyn's crotch, palm up, one
finger sliding into Marilyn's wet slit.  It slipped effortlessly into
the warmth of Marilyn's cunt.

Marilyn broke the kiss; her head tilted back as she gasped.  "Oh
gosh!" she breathed.  "Oh!"

Serena began to slide her finger in and out of Marilyn's pussy,
slowly, drawing her hand against Marilyn's clit.

Marilyn slid down in the chair, tilting her pelvis forward.  Serena
slid down her body, kissing her breasts lightly, then her belly, then
her pubic mound.

She moved her hand to one side and began to tongue Marilyn's clit.
Immediately, Marilyn began to shudder.

Serena continued to work her finger in and out of Marilyn's cunt as
her tongue rolled her clit like a marble.

"Serena... I'm coming!  I'm coming!"

Her pussy clamped down on Serena's finger as her body shook violently.
Serena held her until the quivering stopped.

Marilyn's eyes were closed, her head tilted forward in her chair.
Serena's head was cradled against Marilyn's breasts.

A voice rang out.  "What are you doing to my daughter?"

...........................................................

Marilyn was startled by the male voice.  Serena fell backwards, waving
her hand.  The two women were instantly clothed again.

Serena scrambled to her feet to confront the man.  "What makes you
think she's your daughter?"

"Who else could she be?  She has my eyes, my nose... and my powers."

"I have powers, too, or have you forgotten?"

The man smirked.  "Mostly the power of deception, Serena.  And
successful enough to have hidden her from me all this time."  He
turned toward Marilyn, still slumped in her chair.

He took her hand and tugged her gently to her feet.

"Marilyn, my dear," he said softly, "how wonderful to meet you at
last."

Marilyn stood and looked him in the eyes.  "Are you really my father?"

The man smiled.  "Your father... and your grandfather..."

Marilyn's eyes widened.

"And your great-grandfather..."

Her eyes got even wider.

"And..."

"Don't tell me any more!"  Marilyn glared at him.  "What are you,
anyway?  Some kind of ultra-incestuous wierdo?"

The man laughed heartily.  "My dear girl, what a wonderful term!
'Ultra-incestuous'.  Wonderful!"

"That didn't answer my question."

"That's correct.  It didn't."  He smirked.  "Yes.  Just so.
Ultra-incestuous.  I'll have to remember to spring that one on
Jean-Luc."

"Who?"

"Never mind.  One of your descendents, about five hundred years from
now."

"How do you know about five hundred years from now?"

"It's a long story, my dear.  And more than some people want to hear
about."  He glanced over at Serena, who was sitting cross-legged on
the floor.

"The high points," Serena glared.  "Just give her the high points."

"Time is nothing to me," the man smiled.  "It's just another direction
of travel.  From star to star, planet to planet, time to time.
Nothing."

"Planet to planet?" Marilyn asked.

The man smirked again.  "What makes you think you're on Earth right
now?"

"I just assumed..." Marilyn faltered.  "You mean we're not?"

"Hardly."

"Look," Serena said, scrambling to her feet.  "I didn't tell her
everything -- because there's so much for her to learn.  She's only
known her true identity since this morning."

"Congratulations," the man said.

"For what?" Marilyn asked.

"On your marriage."  When Marilyn still looked perplexed, he turned to
Serena.  "She did get married first, didn't she?"

"Look, you arrogant son-of-a-bitch, my spell wasn't perfect.  She lost
her virginity on a date last night, then -- without knowing what she
was doing -- wished it back."  Serena took Marilyn's arm protectively.
"Whatever you were planning, and I think I know what it was, you'll
have to put it on hold for a while."

The man frowned.  "On hold?  You don't know the attraction I have for
your family's jewels.  I've spent damned near an eternity cultivating
your women to be beautiful and powerful; I don't intend on being
thwarted just because you didn't do your part correctly."

He snapped his fingers.  Marilyn's clothing vanished again.

The man grasped Marilyn by the shoulders, and pushed her down into the
chair.

"No!" Marilyn shouted.  "No!"

He reached down and grabbed her calves, and lifted them up.  Marilyn
slid down in the chair, her butt perched just on the front edge of the
seat.

The man's clothing flashed into nothingness; his large, purplish cock
throbbed into erection.  He pushed Marilyn's legs apart.

Serena saw Marilyn's pink slit.  "Wait!  You can't...!"

"I can!" he shouted.  "And I will!"

"No!" Marilyn screamed.

He pushed forward, his cockhead squeezing between her labia.

"No... no... noooo...!" Marilyn sobbed.

With a firm pelvic thrust, he entered her.

Marilyn felt her hymen break painfully.  Even though she was still wet
from Serena's ministrations, she was still not prepared for the size
of his cock.  It felt as if he were ripping her insides.  She
screamed.

"You're hurting her!" Serena shouted.

"Frankly, my dear," the man smirked, "I don't give a ..."  He wiggled
his hips.  "...DAMN!"

Serena watched as his cock jerked; he was coming inside the girl.

Marilyn whimpered as he withdrew his cock; it was covered with blood
and semen.

He snapped his fingers; another chair appeared, and he sank into it.
Marilyn lay in her chair, sobbing softly.

"Don't be sad," the man said.  "After all, it is your destiny.  Look!"

He waved his hand, and the air between them began to glow.  Within the
glow, Marilyn could see what looked like a ball.  From one side, a
cloud of what looked like dots with wiggling tails headed for the
ball.

"This is inside you right now," he said.  "That's your egg -- and my
sperm.  Watch!"

The cloud clustered around the ball.  Then suddenly, there was a
change, almost imperceptible, but the ball was 'different'.

"You are now officially pregnant," the man smirked.

Marilyn sprang from the chair.  "No!" she shouted.  She reached up and
rubbed her nose.  "Never happened!"

She heard a scream of frustration before she shimmered away.



There was a moment of discontinuity.



They were standing in front of the Munster home.

The woman smiled.  "Serena is fine, dear.  Whatever you feel
comfortable with."

"So where do we start?" Marilyn asked.

Serena turned to Lily Munster, who was still standing by the door.
"I'll bring her back soon, Lily."  She turned back to Marilyn, and
waved her hand.  "We'll start..."  There was a flash of light, and
Serena and Marilyn were -- elsewhere.  "...here," she said.

Marilyn looked into Serena's eyes.

"Did you just do what I think you did?" Serena asked.

Marilyn nodded.

"Brilliant!" Serena grinned.  "I wish I'd thought of it."

"One thing's bothering me," Marilyn frowned.  "When we peeped at those
people, it was night... but we started out now -- in the daytime."

Serena smiled.  "We did a little time travelling.  Just minor league
stuff compared to centuries or days -- or even dropping back hours to
avoid unpleasantries like we just did."

Marilyn nodded.

"I have an idea," Serena grinned.  "I know just the place we ought to
visit now."  She waved her hand.

...........................................................

The space was dark.  Marilyn's eyes slowly adjusted, as her ears
picked up the sound of soft, feminine voices in conversation.

Serena led the way into a softly-lighted area.  Marilyn glanced
around.  She could see nothing beyond the lights -- they must be in
the Continuum.

All around her were large and small pillows, and draped over the
pillows in various positions, were roughly ten women.  Marilyn looked
at them and noticed that they were of many ages -- and some whom she
could not determine their age.

Serena leaned closer to her.  "This is one of our regular gatherings;
what the mortals might call a 'coven', although that's not our term
for it."

Marilyn nodded.  "Are they all... like us?"

Serena smiled.  "Usually.  Sometimes one of the 'girls' will bring a
guest, but usually it's just us 'witches'."

"What do you do in these gatherings?"

There was a glint in Serena's eye as she winked.  "Just wait and see."

She led Serena to one of the larger pillows, and they sat down.

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