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10-25-2007, 04:07 PM
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Rose McGowan says "Previously on '...Make Me Feel So
Damned Unpretty'":
The real Holly Marie Combs has found our heroes, and
they've all banded together to return home; but Velma
and the others have put their plan into action, with
Sydney Bristow - apparently on the good guys' side -
having carried out stage one by shagging fellow
Alphabet Network employee Kaley Cuoco, at the same
time that Jennifer Garner finds out that fictional
cartoon character Clover can be seen in the real
world, not as planned. The Threesome has started (and
the end of the story is at long last near). Now read
on...
* * * * * * * * * *
"Oh my Vincent!" Clover hollered, staring at the crowd
the way they were staring at her. "I shouldn't be
here..."
"You can say that again," Jennifer muttered. "Er...
people, this is just a holographic attraction - look,
see for yourself..." She waved her hands through
Clover, and was surprised that they actually went
through her.
"Hey!"
She turned to face the doorway. "It's okay, they can't
see the door yet," Tara explained. "Clover's not
permanent here yet... it won't happen until the third
time. Don't talk to me - just get up and walk like
you're going to another attraction. The door'll stay
with you."
Jennifer rose and strolled along the crowd, talking
and giving the odd autograph, with an ear out to Tara.
"The rule is, if any undisguised fictional characters
have full sex with real ones on the real turf - and I
mean all the way, not just blowjobs or anything like
that - it starts off a blending of the real and
fictional zones; that's why Clover can come through
undisguised now, because it's already happened once.
If it's only once she'll be pulled back down after a
minute, if it happens twice they'll crossover for an
hour, but if it happens three times in any 24-hour
period, the crossover will be complete and permanent.
"It's got to be your characters that are doing it;
we've got to find your doubles and get them back by
this time tomorrow, or..." Tara let the sentence hang,
but Jennifer knew what she meant.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Even the Charmed Ones weren't allowed to use magic to
take them all the way to the Castle ("What makes you
think she's at the Castle?" Melissa had asked. "Look,
what's in Anaheim? Disneyland," Paige had explained.
"And what's the best known thing at Disneyland? The
Castle. That crystal's never lied before..."), so
Paige had orbed them as close as she could before
having to walk over the bridge.
"Hope we don't have to meet that tiny little blonde
thing," Phoebe grumbled.
"You mean Buffy?" Ashley joked.
"I wish. I meant Tinkerbell."
"I don't understand it, though. It should have brought
all the witches together into one," Melissa mused.
"The only way it could have gone wrong is if one of
them..." and Paige's voice tailed off.
"If what?"
"If Piper wasn't a witch. Look, I've got my powers,
and you've got yours. That only leaves sister dear. So
I'm thinking she got some splayning to do..."
* * * * * * * * * *
Rose McGowan was totally unaware of this or anything,
except of the cocks in her as she unwound. Okay,
filming was easier now that there weren't any more
feuds, but she still liked to entertain folks to
lighten up afterwards. Especially if they were fans.
To be precise, they weren't fans of HERS - they were
fans of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" in general and
Michelle Trachtenberg in particular, and she had
caught them when they had sneaked onto the set to find
their heroine. Rose had persuaded them that there were
easier ways to fulfil their fantasy than that, and had
also noticed that they weren't at all bad looking -
plus she loved it with guys younger than her. (She
really enjoyed the irony that the one with the
dirtiest reputation - Alyssa - was really the one who
was sleeping around the least, and that it was Holly
who had the most notches on her bedpost.) Rose, not
one to hide under a bushel, had lured them back to her
dressing room... one thing had led to another, and now
with her door locked, she was on her knees, enjoying
the feeling of two 17-year-old cocks jammed inside her
butt.
The fleshy, lovely lady urged them on as they fought
for space inside her anus; Rose screamed and cursed
happily as she felt their pricks rubbing against each
other, neither wanting to give in to the other. "Never
had it from two guys before!" she lied as she wiggled
her butt around their meat, feeling their hands
digging into her as she begged them to fill her up...
Evil Piper, her ears cocked to the noises coming from
Rose's dressing room, continued rubbing herself, glad
that she had her door locked. It sounded like she had
two guys in there now... they were crying out their
lust for Rose, yelling how they loved every part of
her body, with Rose drowning them out with her
"YESSSSSSSSSS!!! YES YES YESSSSS!!!!!!!!" as the
weaker of the two guys finally dumped his payload deep
inside her. Evil Piper had to bite her tongue to keep
from screaming herself as she made herself come - the
last thing she wanted was for someone to know that
Rose McGowan had an audience.
"Michelle's ass can't be as fine as yours...." the
other boy moaned as he himself came, blending his come
with the first boy's inside Rose's ass.
At the thought of Michelle's tight young rump, Evil
Piper started to rub herself again...
* * * * * * * * * * *
Sydney, Kaley and Martin had all left separately after
their little tryst, two of them intensely grateful to
the woman. Sydney would, in fact, set the wheels in
motion for Kaley to guest on "Alias" the following
morning, so Miss Cuoco wouldn't feel she had been
used.
In truth, it was Sydney who'd been used.
Sitting in her car and with her eyes starting to tear,
she thumped the steering wheel in frustration. She
hadn't wanted this to happen, but someone - some Fan -
had written this script for her to follow, and she'd
had no alternative but to follow it. Yes, Kaley had
been a darling, but that wasn't the point - the point
was she had triggered off the Threesome, and now she
was just as bad as
"Ellen?" Through her blurry eyes she could make out
Jennifer's sparring partner-turned-performer, standing
by her car door.
"That wasn't very nice, what you did," Ellen said
conspiratorially. "I could give it back to you in
spades. But I'm not going to."
"Why not? Don't have a gun?"
"That too; but mainly because in the end you're just
like us - you have to follow the script that's given
to you, and you did it well. You started it all off,
and the fact that you KNOW you did has got to hurt you
more than anything I could do. Plus it doesn't go
away." Ellen bowed to her and skipped away, shouting
"See you on set tomorrow!"
Sydney mimicked "See you on set tomorrow," and drove
off, thinking over who the other two might be. It had
to be two of the other doubles, but who?
* * * * * * * * * *
"So we're stuck here?" Eliza asked as Kim Possible
shut the door.
"You know, you could put a bit less hope in that
voice," Brittany Murphy told her.
"Yeah," Sarah Michelle Gellar agreed. "Just because
you like opening your legs for cartoon characters..."
"Right back atcha, Mrs. Freddie Prinze Jr."
"Fuck you, Miss
I-Wouldn't-Know-A-Good-Script-If-It-Bit-Me!"
"At least my stuff doesn't get held up for years, Miss
Harvard Man!" At which point Jessica and the others
left the two Slayers to argue it out, and gathered
around Kim and Daphne.
"Look, how long are we stuck here?" the gorgeous Dark
Angel asked.
"Until it closes for the night," Daphne told them. "At
least then you'll be able to leave without causing
much of a fuss. Come on, let's get you folks back on
the grounds - have a drink, have a rest..."
"Too bad Clover and La Femme Felicity got through,"
Sam complained. "We could have had some fun with the
bony hag."
"Jennifer's not that thin," Kim argued. "She's
actually quite pretty - for a live one."
"I hear some Fans call your show 'Alias: The Animated
Series'," Alex added. "Guess that would make you a
Jennifer Garner surrogate..."
Kim didn't like the look in Alex's eyes.
* * * * * * * * * *
Tracy scanned the poster for "Silencers" approvingly,
as behind her the Revolution Studios suit scanned her
buttocks equally approvingly. "That's much better,"
she announced.
"I think we'll be working together again in future,"
he said. "A three-picture deal, you said?"
"Oh yeah," Tracy replied. "And I hope you like the
view... want a closer look?"
"Um... yes," he replied, wrongfooted by what she had
said.
"Well, after the movie comes out I'm sure we can...
ah... arrange that." Tracy sashayed out, keeping her
ears out for the unzipping - yep, there it was. She
figured he'd have time to jack off before his next
meeting. Men were so easy to screw with - she had
convinced her co-stars' agents that she was the one to
bet on, and she'd done the same thing here. She was
looking forward to hanging around here for a long
time.
* * * * * * * * * *
Jennifer finally managed to leave the Unhappiest Place
On Earth, glaring at Clover (who, like Jennifer, had
given up counting the shocked stares after about the
15,000th). "You're loving this, aren't you?" the sexy
thespian muttered.
"Oh, get used to it," Clover chuckled. "When the
Crossover happens everyone'll be seeing a lot more of
us. Try calling me a hologram then!"
"I could call you something else," Jennifer suggested.
"Like - oh SHIT!"
"Wow, now that's imaginative," Clover said
sarcastically.
"No, listen - Tara said you'd be pulled back after a
minute if it happened once... it's been fifteen
minutes already. So it's happened twice..."
* * * * * * * * * *
Michael Weatherly and Scott Foley sat still in the
former's car, waiting for Max to leave the studio.
Michael was still mentally flogging himself for having
put himself inside Jessica Alba's fictional alter ego.
* * * * * * * * * *
"I thought after that business with his assignment
Howard had learned his lesson," his mother said
stiffly. "But look at what I found in his room!"
She brandished Howard's synopses for some of his
stories. "That Lorelei Gilmore/Lizzie McGuire thing
was bad enough, but he went and did three! Not just
one but THREE! One about that blonde girl from that
silly sitcom with John Ritter - "
"He likes Suzanne Somers?" his dad interrupted.
" - one about those witches, and one about fucking
Jennifer Garner... I mean Jennifer fucking Garner!
What is it about her, huh? She's got a singsong voice,
a forehead like B'Elanna Torres, big ears, and she
can't act! Why does your son like her? Come to think
of it, why do YOU like her? And that crappy show she's
on?"
"Because the apple doesn't fall far from the tree,"
her husband replied, and instantly regretted it.
"If you're not going to do anything about this, then I
will. When he gets back, we're going to get that
password from him and we're deleting all the stuff he
wrote, and then it's Net Nanny time."
"You know, it's not like he's hurting anybody," his
dad protested.
"And where's he gone to anyway...?" his mother
continued.
* * * * * * * * * *
"You know, if we were going to that 'Silencers' set it
would be even better," Howard said casually to Velma
as the car moved through traffic.
"Why, so you can meet Tracy Ryan?"
"And the others, but especially Tracy."
"Can't help you there, sonny... but you'll be happy
with the set here. Besides, I've got a surprise for
you."
"I get to not write the next one?"
"Ohhhh no," Velma laughed. "You're not getting out of
it that easily. Just call it a little bribe..." and as
she spoke the car arrived at the studio. "Relax,
Howie. You'll love it."
In Velma's office, Sara Hathaway adjusted her skirt
and waited to see Howard Johnson's face when he came
in and saw her there. She mentally remembered that she
had to keep calling herself Tracy - if some kid was
going to be poking her thinking she was someone else,
she might as well play along with the game. Especially
since she was going to be with Anna... er, Kirsten
Dunst, who exchanged a shy smile with her co-star as
the door opened.
"Howard, this is Kirsten Dunst."
"Oh... oh boy... ah, pleased to meet you..."
"And this is her co-star Sara Hathaway."
Howard instantly forgot Kirsten and stared at Sara.
"My God... you look exactly like Tracy..."
"Oh, I get that a lot," Sara replied, giving him a
dazzling smile. "Come on, sit down... we've got plenty
of time before we're due on set." Staring at her all
the while, Howard sat between the two, and gulped when
Sara lightly rested her hand on his lap.
"Don't be nervous," she said quietly. "We won't hurt
you."
Howard was very, very nervous as he felt the two
ladies touching him. Suddenly he really wanted to
leave... "Velma will be very, very upset if you run,"
Kirsten/Anna breathed into his ear.
"How'd you know her name?"
"Don't ask questions," Sara told him. "Just lie back
and enjoy it." And she started to rub her hands on his
chest, while Kirsten/Anna did the same to his crotch.
Howard lay back, hoping that he would enjoy it...
* * * * * * * * * *
Kim Possible was also lying back, but she wasn't
enjoying it. In part because she was lying on her
front; Sam and Alex had had a wonderful time fucking
her in the missionary position, and now had her tied
up and nestling her face into the willing cunts of
first the woman who Daphne was beginning to mentally
refer to as the Toontown Whore, and then moving on
from Eliza to Brittany Murphy.
You would have thought that after what happened the
last time the wee Miss Murphy would have run screaming
from something like that, but Brittant just couldn't
get enough of that wonderful muff; she stroked Kim's
auburn hair while the teenager flicked her tongue
inside Miss Murphy, all the while feeling Alex land a
ruler against her upright buns. "Go on, Kim! Admit it
- you LOVE it!" She did, but what she didn't love was
having to go down on each and every person there, on
pain of another paddling. "They don't want to be kept
waiting," Alex shouted. "They've got a long wait until
nightfall... finish eating Britt and move on! Unless
you don't want to stop..."
Brittany didn't want her to stop. Kim wanted to stop
and end it all, but Sam slapped her ass again, harder
than ever. "Love them, Possible! DO IT!"
"How can she take that after..." Kirsten asked.
"You don't understand, Kiki," Eliza told her as the
petite big-eyed blonde panted and cried under Kim's
mouth. "Getting it from one of them... it's like
they've got their lips all over you at once. I never
had it so great. EVER. You get that once, getting it
from people is like... a step down, know what I mean?"
"Yes..." Brittany groaned as Kim's mouth sucked and
tasted her snatch. "OOooooooOOOHHH YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!"
She pressed the teenager's head close to her cunt,
begging her for more, as Sam and Alex tore her away.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Brittany yelled. "Don't LEAVE ME..."
but the two spies had dragged Kim over to Jessica,
half eager and half disgusted. Jessica wanted to tell
them to stop, but at the same time she too wanted to
feel the gorgeous Kim Possible between her legs...
* * * * * * * * * *
"And here we are at last," Ashley Gabriel said as they
arrived at the Castle.
"Really?" Phoebe replied sarcastically. "I thought it
was the Taj Mahal."
"Come on, not much longer to go..."
* * * * * * * * * *
"There she is," Scott said.
Yep; Max was striding out of the studio, her day's
work done. The two men watched her exchange a few
words with the guards, give them her autograph, and
wave goodbye. Michael started to get out of the car,
but Scott grabbed his arm - "Not out here! We want to
see where she's going."
Michael nodded, and Scott let go as they waited for
Max to leave.
About ten minutes later, a young woman came out,
chatted with the guards for longer, and went over to
her own car. They could see the wide grin on Michelle
Trachtenberg's face; she'd finally gotten her license
to add to car pollution. The curiously sexy girl
climbed inside and drove off, followed at a discreet
distance by Max, followed at a not too far remove by
Scott and Michael, who wondered where Michelle was
going and why Max was following her.
Max, on the other hand, did know where Michelle was
going, and was following her because she herself was
actually going to the same place; where Evil Piper,
whose status as a producer gave her carte blanche to
rearrange the day's schedule so she could shoot all of
Holly Marie's scenes early on, was dancing around the
place with glee, laughing dementedly.
* * * * * * * * * *
Howard's eyes bugged out of his head. He had liked to
fantasize about Jessica Alba whispering dirty talk
into his ear, or wrapping those lips of hers around
his cock, but here was Kirsten Dunst actually taking
his schlong in her hand and making it as hard as
Jennifer Garner's ass and as big as Vin Diesel's ego.
She twinkled up at him and bent down to consume it...
"No!" he suddenly yelled, pulling himself away from
the two. "I can't..."
"What?! What do you mean?!?" shouted a flabbergasted
Sara.
"Look, you're both lovely and all that - but I just
never really liked you that much, Dunst... I mean, if
it had been Jessica Alba no problem, but..."
"Well, at least you weren't faking it like Will,"
Kirsten muttered, and flailed before the blazing stare
of anger Howard shot at her.
"How'd you know about me and Will?"
"Where we come from, we know everything about what
happens in Fans' lives..."
"SHUT THE HELL UP, ANNA!" Sara snapped, and tackled
Kirsten before Howard could react. "Filming's about to
be shut down for a few days..."
"What do you mean...?" Kirsten/Anna asked, as she was
held down by Sara who picked up a letteropener, and
jammed it handle first into Anna/Kirsten's snatch.
"But that just slipped out! Don't send me back,
PLEASE! I LIKE IT HERE....!!!" Howard watched as Sara
rapidly fucked Kirsten/Anna with the handle, the metal
moving faster than anything on the planet. Soon a
greenish light started to spread from between her
legs, as Kirsten/Anna jerked wildly trying to get
away. "No... no...NO... NOOOOOOO!!!!"
Sara tugged and pulled the opener out as Kirsten's
body twisted and turned in the green light, shrinking
and changing; she was becoming the young Anastacia
again as the vortex opened beneath her. Watching with
fear and stunned fascination, Howard stayed rooted to
the spot as the floor gave way beneath the toon and
Anastacia plunged into the vortex leading back to
whence she came, her receding scream cut off by the
sealing up of the opening, winking out the light.
Sara flung the opener back on the desk and gave Howard
a cold look. "Either filming restarts with the real
Dunst in the wake of the Crossover, or we reshoot
again with another replacement. We did it before with
Gellar, we can do it again. Velma's already replaced
Lisa Thompson anyway - another sub on this production
won't make any difference." She pointed to his pants.
"Now get undressed."
"No..." Howard replied, finally finding his voice.
"And I'm not writing any more of these things either -
if she wants to write the other two she can do them
herself."
"Oh, but you don't have to write another TWO," Velma
cackled from behind him. "You'll only have to write
one... I guess our little sex bribe won't be necessary
after all."
* * * * * * * * * *
Slimy with all the genitalia that had come into
contact with it, Kim's mouth was shut as she felt Alex
and Sam's lips on her breasts; her only consolation
was that she didn't have an audience.
They were all back at the door again; because time
here ran at a different speed to the normal world,
they didn't have to wait long until night fell and the
park reached its closing time. One by one each woman
hopped through, Holly Marie Combs the most eager of
all, Eliza the least - "There'll still be access for
some time," Penelope had told her, "so y'all can still
come back."
"Not me!" Holly shouted with delight. "I'm out of
here, and I'm never coming back!" She ran through the
paths, laughing with glee at being safe, away from
those Gabriel sisters...
As she ran, she felt a bright shining light form
around her for a moment; when it dimmed she was still
running, but the sudden change in position caused her
to trip and fall over. Rolling onto her back, she
faced four young women who, until that moment, had
been several yards away from her. Holly's scream
brought the others running; she had been found by
Phoebe, Paige and those Gabriel sisters.
Jessica Alba was the first to arrive, and was lost for
words on seeing herself and Michelle Trachtenberg
standing there.
* * * * * * * * * *
Sydney had driven around trying to get her thoughts
together, and had finally stopped outside Scott's
place; it was the closest thing she had to a home
around here. He was still out trailing Max's double,
so she had the place to herself; she could use the
time to calm down and think on what to do next.
Collecting herself, she went inside.
Ignoring the letters on the mat, she decided she'd
ring up Gabrielle Union to see if anything had changed
and if she was still going on set (and being careful).
But first, she needed a drink... at which point the
phone rang. Sydney figured that she could answer it
and pretend to be Jennifer Garner; who else was better
qualified?
Without another second, she picked it up. "Hello?"
After a few seconds, a disbelieving Jennifer Garner
said "...Sydney?"
* * * * * * * * * * *
Being a fine figure of a woman, Gabrielle Union wasn't
short of people offering to keep her company in bed.
The trouble was, this morning she had to get up even
earlier than usual to be at the location for her big
fight scene - she had hoped that they might be using
doubles a lot, but that damn showoff Luanne... Tracy
Ryan had insisted on doing most of it herself. And
Eliza Dushku wasn't about to let some upstart show her
up; Jessica Alba, the star of the movie (Gabby had
heard about Ryan getting her way on the artwork, but
as far as she was concerned Alba was still the real
lead), was going to play out her climax somewhere
else.
Since Gabrielle would turn out to be the bad guy, she
was of course going to buy the farm; she'd been
getting enough training to look convincing on screen,
but she still needed some impetus to get her going.
The woman put all thoughts of the past couple of days
out of her mind as she found what she was looking for;
Gabrielle studied the baguette and put it in the
microwave - she was HUNGRY, like she always was when
she woke up. She fretted impatiently while the garlic
bread became eatable; technology was never fast enough
in these cases.
At last it went PING! Licking her lips, Gabrielle took
out the long loaf and smelt the melted butter. Warm
and welcoming... she returned to her bed and slapped
the radio on, relieved that she'd left it tuned to a
music station. Britney Spears filled the room;
Gabrielle was a big Britney fan, though she'd never
admit it.
She carefully pressed the baguette against her open
cunt, glad that it was just hot enough to arouse her,
but not enough to burn. Gabrielle whooshed her air out
in a rush as she thrust the bread into her... more
than one man had been amazed at how massive her gaper
was (one lover had dubbed her snatch "George W.," for
reasons she didn't need to ask). The trouble was that
she rarely found anyone big enough to truly satisfy
her, until one night she had gotten in a changing room
with Brooke Burke, who (so she confided) had a similar
problem, as established when they saw each other
naked. Brooke had passed on the baguette trick, and
thus it had started.
Gabrielle twisted on the bed as she pumped the bread
in and out of her, trying hard not to yell and wake up
the neighbours again; she could feel herself
moistening the inches of the still-warm baguette. With
a satisfied sigh, she slowly pulled the bread out and
brought it up to her lips.
"Breakfast is served," she said quietly, and started
to eat.
* * * * * * * * * *
Jennifer hung up and shook her head. She had just been
talking to the woman she played on TV... and Sydney
would be coming over there in a few minutes. Clover
was guaranteed to stay - she wanted to leave, but she
knew she couldn't keep up the hologram excuse forever.
"Shouldn't you be used to that by now?" the animated
spy asked.
"Are you used to this place?" Jennifer asked. Clover
had to admit that she had a point.
"Anyway, when Sydney gets here we're going to have
ourselves a little talk about Middleton. Like how it's
involved with what that Fan did, and why you sold your
place out - "
"It's not our place, OK? We are not all sisters down
there! It's every one for herself," Clover snapped.
"And anyway, there's no way I'm telling you about
it..."
"We'll make you," Sydney promised, entering without
fanfare but with unlocking the door.
"What are you going to do, kill me?" Clover sneered,
not thrown off for a moment. "You know we're immortal,
Bristow."
"No, but you can still feel pain," Sydney pointed out,
and grabbed Clover's right arm; Jennifer took the
left, and the two carried the kicking adolescent to
the table. "I don't have time to be nice; I will do
whatever I have to do to stop the Crossover," Sydney
added as she whipped off Clover's belt and her own,
and tied her to the table legs. The animated girl spat
curses at the two women, until Jennifer stuffed some
cloth into her mouth and tied it up.
"Now, first of all, who's the Fan you're tied to?"
asked Jennifer.
Clover mumbled something that sounded like "Fuck you
Garner."
"If that's how you want to play it..." Sydney said
coldly, and removed Clover's shoes. Palming her feet
and brandishing a knife, she began to sing. "Ten
bottles of beer on the wall, ten bottles of beer..."
Clover's scream filtered through the knife as Sydney
cut off her right little toe.
"You take one down and pass it around, nine bottles of
beer on the wall... You don't watch my show much, do
you? I'm not as sweet as I look." Sydney held up
Clover's right foot, and they watched as a new toe
grew in its place. "It isn't just "Species," see? They
come back, but you don't want to go through that
again, do you? Especially since I might want to see if
it works with thighs. Or breasts. Or heads."
Sydney smiled sweetly at the terrified Clover. "Now,
my friend here asked you a question... are you going
to answer it?"
Clover nodded frantically.
* * * * * * * * * *
"So you're not Piper?" Paige asked Holly.
"No wonder that spell didn't work! It was only meant
to bring the witches together, and you ain't no
witch," Melissa said, speaking for her older sister,
who was gawping at how much she looked like Jessica
Alba.
"I don't know," Eliza laughed. "I hear she's worked
her magic on quite a few guys."
"Puff up my ego some other time," Holly Marie replied.
"How come you're here?"
"The second coupling," Brittany said, drawing
surprised glances from her co-stars, who hadn't
figured her for using words like "coupling." "The one
Tara was talking about. Brings us all together for a
day."
"The SECOND?" Paige and Phoebe asked together.
"Here we go again..." Kirsten sighed.
* * * * * * * * * *
Howard found himself believing every single word of
what Velma and Sara told him, as hard as it should
have been. After what had happened to "Kirsten Dunst,"
it was the only... logical?... explanation. But he
still told himself he wasn't going to write anything
for them. No matter what.
"Believe me, you WILL write that last one for me,"
Velma finished. "Do it and I can make life very, very
easy for you... or very, very hard. You're not ready
to be an orphan, are you?"
"You wouldn't."
"Look, I killed the lady who gave me life. Think I
give a fuck about YOUR mother?"
Not even Roseanne had treated her writers that badly.
* * * * * * * * * *
Michelle bounded out of her car after pulling up
outside Lisa's house, and looked behind her. She gave
Max a grin and thumbs-up, and Max returned it.
"Maybe they're having a party?" Scott suggested from
across the street. "Celebrate the end of shooting that
crap?"
"Hey, it's not that bad a show," Michael argued.
"After 'Loving' I can't put down anything."
"Are we going to sit here arguing about TV or are we
going in?"
Michael's eyes glazed over before he could reply, and
he slumped forward to hit the dashboard. "Mike?" Scott
asked in alarm. "Mike...?" He reached forward to see
if he was okay, as a hand grabbed his shoulder and
wrenched him back.
"Don't worry, he'll be okay," a familiar voice assured
him. "And so will you."
"Ellen...?" and that was all Scott had time to say
before Ellen/Shego gripped his neck in a manner
familiar to fans of "Star Trek." The only difference
was that in real life, when done by TV characters it
worked - she chuckled to herself as Scott joined
Michael in the Land of Nod.
"Don't you know boys aren't allowed at slumber
parties?" she cooed to the unconscious men, and ran up
to the house.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Her name's Velma Dinkley?" Jennifer repeated as she
let Sydney drive at really high speeds, while Clover
was trussed up in the back seat no longer mumbling
curses after La Bristow had threatened to cut out a
certain part of her anatomy.
"It's not THAT one," Sydney assured her. "It's just a
name Lisa Thompson landed her with; pay attention."
"I know, but Velma...? I'm not sure I could take out a
short freckled lesbian," Jennifer replied, and almost
went deaf at the sound of Sydney's laughter.
"A LESBIAN?! Velma's had more pricks in her than a
porcupine, and she's the biggest lesbophobe this side
of Queen Victoria. Now Betty Rubble on the other
hand..."
"Betty likes women?"
"You bet. Why do you think she and her merkin Barney
adopted? Plus she never forgave Yogi Bear for outing
her. Like no one knew about him and Boo Boo...
dammit!"
Jennifer heard it too; the sound of a police car about
to target them for speeding. Sydney reluctantly pulled
over and stopped, waiting for the officer to get out.
Her eyebrows raised when she saw him (and she was glad
he was a him); about their age, and pretty
good-looking with it. She prayed he was starstruck...
"Okay, Agent Bristow - what's the rush?" he said as he
approached, recognising her from the off.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you..."
"Come on, lady, let's get this over with..." He was
looking inside the car by now, and he raised his
helmet in surprise. "My God; you're TWINS?"
"Ah, yeah! Yeah, my twin sister Jillian," Sydney
replied. "Jillian" waved at him cheerily, as the
officer "whewed" to himself.
"Look, officer, we're really in a hurry, and I can't
explain it, but we have GOT to get out of here..."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I do have a job to do," the
officer said sheepishly.
Sydney brushed against the officer and whispered in
his ear. Still fairly young, he blushed somewhat and
looked at them both. "Both of you?"
"Both of us?" Jennifer asked, having a suspicion of
what Sydney had said.
"Sure," Sydney replied. "And we'll pay whatever the
fine would be on top of it."
The officer positioned himself directly on the window
and unzipped his trousers, releasing his stiffy. "That
may not be necessary..."
Realising that Sydney fellating the officer might
leave unwanted signs, the "sisters" swapped places,
and Jennifer Garner's sweet lips began their work. He
was kicking himself that he couldn't see inside the
car, but the feel of her tongue rolling around his
prick and playing with his foreskin, and the way those
pouting lips of hers sucked away on him, was all he
needed. But...
The sun roof of the car slid back, and Jillian/Sydney
emerged. She wasn't wearing a top, and was giving him
the same friendly smile that so delighted the show's
cult of viewers. "Are you two... really...
identical....?!" he moaned as Jennifer spread her
hands onto his leather-wrapped buns. He took a look
down, and sighed as he watched her brown-tressed head
bobbing back and forth eagerly.
Sydney slithered out onto the roof, giving him a look
at herself buck naked; not for the first time, he
splashed out at the sight of the tall, slim woman, but
this time he was pumping it directly into the lady
(though he didn't know it). "Oooooohhhhh..." he
couldn't say anything else as he stared at Sydney's
wonderful little tits and rippling body. She was a
mixture of silk and stone, and he couldn't wait to
feel her lips on his face; soon she showed him how it
felt.
Jennifer arose out of the car as well, and the officer
mentally tore up the ticket as they kissed either side
of his face. Thinking his dreams had come true, he
began to caress both women as they fondled him,
pulling him into the car as Sydney pushed the seats
back; he massaged Jennifer's bosom with pleasure as
Sydney nibbled on his back, writhing against him. She
felt his nightstick on his hips, and pulled it out as
he opened Jennifer's long legs, aching to take this to
its conclusion.
Kissing Miss Garner's neck and jaw and running his
hands up and down her lean and sexy body, he fingered
her warm little box for some moments while Sydney slid
one end of the stick into her cunt. Damn, she loved
how it felt working into her... she twirled it around
and beamed at how hot it made her, even if it wasn't
the thick end. The officer had pulled down his
trousers prior to entering Jennifer, and Sydney
studied his meaty buns exposed to the night air. "No
sense in wasting an opening," she said to herself.
Whether the officer screamed in joy because of the
nightstick (the other end still buried inside Sydney)
plunging into him or because of him plunging into
Jennifer Garner, he never knew...
* * * * * * * * * *
Luanne's alarm went off; it was time for her to get to
the set. She liked to rest in her normal self; she
wasn't used to seeing that thing she was pretending to
be in the mirror before she went to bed, and because
she wasn't as hellbent on staying around her as Shego,
she didn't have enough willpower to maintain the
illusion unendingly. But when she had to be on set or
out in the big bad world, she was Tracy Ryan.
She convinced herself she was looking forward to the
fight scene. She convinced herself that she could land
the "killer" blow on Gabrielle. Above all, she
convinced herself that she really did want to be the
big star Tracy Ryan.
* * * * * * * * * *
Howard didn't say a word as Velma's limousine dropped
him off, the outline for the final fantasy (so to
speak) fresh in his mind. He knew he could write well
and quickly, so all he'd have to do was write it up,
send it to Velma... and then, to coin a pseud's
cliche, the line between fiction and reality would be
blurred. For real and forever. And it would be all his
fault.
All those doubles and all those shows crashing into
the real world... as he sat down at his keyboard and
started to type, he was hating every word. And this
combo was something he'd liked so much beforehand...
but a few words into the second sentence, it hit him.
He cracked a grin as he realised how he could-
The words he had typed onto the screen winked out of
existence. "Aw, FUCK!!!" the teenager howled at the
crashing, and whirled from his screen.
"I'm sorry, Howard," his mother smiled at him, holding
the plug to the computer, "but this is for your own
good."
It was always the mothers, Howard thought. First Joyce
Summers and Sheila Rosenberg trying to burn Buffy and
Willow, and now this. He suddenly knew what it was
like to be Sydney Bristow up against Irina Derevko,
and at this moment he would have gladly swapped this
for a zapping to the chest or a bullet in the
shoulder...
* * * * * * * * * *
The two young men walking down the street both told
themselves they had drunk a little too much after the
women were gone. That was it, they had to have been
drunk. Why else would they have seen so many hotties -
Kirsten Dunst, Rose McGowan, two Jessica Albas, Faith,
SMG, Holly Marie Combs, Alyssa Milano, that girl from
"8 Mile" and Dawn from Buffy - all running by?
One of them thought it wasn't the booze, but then
realised there were two Albas. Yup, definitely the
drink.
"So where are we going now?" panted Melissa.
"To the studio!" Holly replied. "We've got to find out
where she went after shooting ended."
"And YOU'RE going to ask?" Kirsten asked.
"Shit! Yeah, I can't do it. Paige, you can't; Phoebe,
you can't either...Dushku, it's all up to you."
"Me? Why me?"
"Because you're doing a movie with Alba," Holly
explained. "Tell whoever's on duty you were supposed
to meet her somewhere afterwards, but that she never
told you. Alba looks like a ditz anyway, so he'll
understand..."
"You and me are gonna have a LONG talk when this is
done," Jessica said stiffly.
"We're never gonna get there at this rate!" Brittany
grumbled.
"Yeah, Paige... a little help?" Phoebe asked.
"Everybody hold hands," Paige agreed, and all the
ladies did so. "It's a bit weird the first time, but
you get used to it..."
The women orbed out, and rematerialized a few yards
away from the studios, thankfully away from anyone
watching. The orbing did come as a surprise to the
non-fictional among them, but it wasn't any of them
who suddenly gasped and fell back.
"Pheebs?" Paige asked, as she and Jessica helped her
up. "What happened? Did you get a vision?"
"Yeah... just before we orbed. I took Alba's hand,
and..."
"And what?"
"And I saw her fighting a girl and getting killed on a
rooftop... she got run through with a sword."
"Are you sure it wasn't Ashley?" Melissa asked in a
mixture of dread and relief. "You're sure...?"
"Damn sure," Phoebe replied. "She even called her by
name."
"Who was it?" Brittany asked. "Did you see her face?"
* * * * * * * * * *
"Glad you could be here," Piper laughed, hugging
Michelle.
"Good to be here," Michelle replied as she finished
her drink. "So where's everyone else?"
"Oh, they'll be here," Max assured her. "Alyssa'll be
along soon as well. And Rose."
"Yeah, we wouldn't want to leave her out of the orgy."
"Orgy?" Michelle asked. "How many of us are gonna be
here?"
"Just the six of us," Piper replied. "Michelle, meet
Ellen Devereaux. She's got first dibs after me."
"First dibs on who?" Michelle asked, dreading the
answer.
Ellen, Max and Piper all pointed at her...
* * * * * * * * * *
The owner of the weaponry shop propped herself up in
pain, her blood gushing from her sternum and covering
the floor. The assailant had wounded her but not
enough to wipe her out; she made her way to the button
under the counter and reached a quaking finger up to
press it.
Just after she pressed it to summon the cops, a bullet
sliced it off; she fell back in agony by the feet of
the robber. "That's a nasty wound you got there," the
villain said conversationally. "You'll be a while
dying from that, but this little beauty here is a good
weapon. So good that I'm going to do you a favour and
make it quick."
Thankful that she still had plenty of time before the
Crossover ended or became permanent, Brin pumped two
bullets into the store owner's head, looked
appreciatively at the sword she had taken, and left.
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,
and any comments to go to cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk
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Rose McGowan says "Previously on '...Make Me Feel So
Damned Unpretty'":
The real Holly Marie Combs has found our heroes, and
they've all banded together to return home; but Velma
and the others have put their plan into action, with
Sydney Bristow - apparently on the good guys' side -
having carried out stage one by shagging fellow
Alphabet Network employee Kaley Cuoco, at the same
time that Jennifer Garner finds out that fictional
cartoon character Clover can be seen in the real
world, not as planned. The Threesome has started (and
the end of the story is at long last near). Now read
on...
* * * * * * * * * *
"Oh my Vincent!" Clover hollered, staring at the crowd
the way they were staring at her. "I shouldn't be
here..."
"You can say that again," Jennifer muttered. "Er...
people, this is just a holographic attraction - look,
see for yourself..." She waved her hands through
Clover, and was surprised that they actually went
through her.
"Hey!"
She turned to face the doorway. "It's okay, they can't
see the door yet," Tara explained. "Clover's not
permanent here yet... it won't happen until the third
time. Don't talk to me - just get up and walk like
you're going to another attraction. The door'll stay
with you."
Jennifer rose and strolled along the crowd, talking
and giving the odd autograph, with an ear out to Tara.
"The rule is, if any undisguised fictional characters
have full sex with real ones on the real turf - and I
mean all the way, not just blowjobs or anything like
that - it starts off a blending of the real and
fictional zones; that's why Clover can come through
undisguised now, because it's already happened once.
If it's only once she'll be pulled back down after a
minute, if it happens twice they'll crossover for an
hour, but if it happens three times in any 24-hour
period, the crossover will be complete and permanent.
"It's got to be your characters that are doing it;
we've got to find your doubles and get them back by
this time tomorrow, or..." Tara let the sentence hang,
but Jennifer knew what she meant.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Even the Charmed Ones weren't allowed to use magic to
take them all the way to the Castle ("What makes you
think she's at the Castle?" Melissa had asked. "Look,
what's in Anaheim? Disneyland," Paige had explained.
"And what's the best known thing at Disneyland? The
Castle. That crystal's never lied before..."), so
Paige had orbed them as close as she could before
having to walk over the bridge.
"Hope we don't have to meet that tiny little blonde
thing," Phoebe grumbled.
"You mean Buffy?" Ashley joked.
"I wish. I meant Tinkerbell."
"I don't understand it, though. It should have brought
all the witches together into one," Melissa mused.
"The only way it could have gone wrong is if one of
them..." and Paige's voice tailed off.
"If what?"
"If Piper wasn't a witch. Look, I've got my powers,
and you've got yours. That only leaves sister dear. So
I'm thinking she got some splayning to do..."
* * * * * * * * * *
Rose McGowan was totally unaware of this or anything,
except of the cocks in her as she unwound. Okay,
filming was easier now that there weren't any more
feuds, but she still liked to entertain folks to
lighten up afterwards. Especially if they were fans.
To be precise, they weren't fans of HERS - they were
fans of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" in general and
Michelle Trachtenberg in particular, and she had
caught them when they had sneaked onto the set to find
their heroine. Rose had persuaded them that there were
easier ways to fulfil their fantasy than that, and had
also noticed that they weren't at all bad looking -
plus she loved it with guys younger than her. (She
really enjoyed the irony that the one with the
dirtiest reputation - Alyssa - was really the one who
was sleeping around the least, and that it was Holly
who had the most notches on her bedpost.) Rose, not
one to hide under a bushel, had lured them back to her
dressing room... one thing had led to another, and now
with her door locked, she was on her knees, enjoying
the feeling of two 17-year-old cocks jammed inside her
butt.
The fleshy, lovely lady urged them on as they fought
for space inside her anus; Rose screamed and cursed
happily as she felt their pricks rubbing against each
other, neither wanting to give in to the other. "Never
had it from two guys before!" she lied as she wiggled
her butt around their meat, feeling their hands
digging into her as she begged them to fill her up...
Evil Piper, her ears cocked to the noises coming from
Rose's dressing room, continued rubbing herself, glad
that she had her door locked. It sounded like she had
two guys in there now... they were crying out their
lust for Rose, yelling how they loved every part of
her body, with Rose drowning them out with her
"YESSSSSSSSSS!!! YES YES YESSSSS!!!!!!!!" as the
weaker of the two guys finally dumped his payload deep
inside her. Evil Piper had to bite her tongue to keep
from screaming herself as she made herself come - the
last thing she wanted was for someone to know that
Rose McGowan had an audience.
"Michelle's ass can't be as fine as yours...." the
other boy moaned as he himself came, blending his come
with the first boy's inside Rose's ass.
At the thought of Michelle's tight young rump, Evil
Piper started to rub herself again...
* * * * * * * * * * *
Sydney, Kaley and Martin had all left separately after
their little tryst, two of them intensely grateful to
the woman. Sydney would, in fact, set the wheels in
motion for Kaley to guest on "Alias" the following
morning, so Miss Cuoco wouldn't feel she had been
used.
In truth, it was Sydney who'd been used.
Sitting in her car and with her eyes starting to tear,
she thumped the steering wheel in frustration. She
hadn't wanted this to happen, but someone - some Fan -
had written this script for her to follow, and she'd
had no alternative but to follow it. Yes, Kaley had
been a darling, but that wasn't the point - the point
was she had triggered off the Threesome, and now she
was just as bad as
"Ellen?" Through her blurry eyes she could make out
Jennifer's sparring partner-turned-performer, standing
by her car door.
"That wasn't very nice, what you did," Ellen said
conspiratorially. "I could give it back to you in
spades. But I'm not going to."
"Why not? Don't have a gun?"
"That too; but mainly because in the end you're just
like us - you have to follow the script that's given
to you, and you did it well. You started it all off,
and the fact that you KNOW you did has got to hurt you
more than anything I could do. Plus it doesn't go
away." Ellen bowed to her and skipped away, shouting
"See you on set tomorrow!"
Sydney mimicked "See you on set tomorrow," and drove
off, thinking over who the other two might be. It had
to be two of the other doubles, but who?
* * * * * * * * * *
"So we're stuck here?" Eliza asked as Kim Possible
shut the door.
"You know, you could put a bit less hope in that
voice," Brittany Murphy told her.
"Yeah," Sarah Michelle Gellar agreed. "Just because
you like opening your legs for cartoon characters..."
"Right back atcha, Mrs. Freddie Prinze Jr."
"Fuck you, Miss
I-Wouldn't-Know-A-Good-Script-If-It-Bit-Me!"
"At least my stuff doesn't get held up for years, Miss
Harvard Man!" At which point Jessica and the others
left the two Slayers to argue it out, and gathered
around Kim and Daphne.
"Look, how long are we stuck here?" the gorgeous Dark
Angel asked.
"Until it closes for the night," Daphne told them. "At
least then you'll be able to leave without causing
much of a fuss. Come on, let's get you folks back on
the grounds - have a drink, have a rest..."
"Too bad Clover and La Femme Felicity got through,"
Sam complained. "We could have had some fun with the
bony hag."
"Jennifer's not that thin," Kim argued. "She's
actually quite pretty - for a live one."
"I hear some Fans call your show 'Alias: The Animated
Series'," Alex added. "Guess that would make you a
Jennifer Garner surrogate..."
Kim didn't like the look in Alex's eyes.
* * * * * * * * * *
Tracy scanned the poster for "Silencers" approvingly,
as behind her the Revolution Studios suit scanned her
buttocks equally approvingly. "That's much better,"
she announced.
"I think we'll be working together again in future,"
he said. "A three-picture deal, you said?"
"Oh yeah," Tracy replied. "And I hope you like the
view... want a closer look?"
"Um... yes," he replied, wrongfooted by what she had
said.
"Well, after the movie comes out I'm sure we can...
ah... arrange that." Tracy sashayed out, keeping her
ears out for the unzipping - yep, there it was. She
figured he'd have time to jack off before his next
meeting. Men were so easy to screw with - she had
convinced her co-stars' agents that she was the one to
bet on, and she'd done the same thing here. She was
looking forward to hanging around here for a long
time.
* * * * * * * * * *
Jennifer finally managed to leave the Unhappiest Place
On Earth, glaring at Clover (who, like Jennifer, had
given up counting the shocked stares after about the
15,000th). "You're loving this, aren't you?" the sexy
thespian muttered.
"Oh, get used to it," Clover chuckled. "When the
Crossover happens everyone'll be seeing a lot more of
us. Try calling me a hologram then!"
"I could call you something else," Jennifer suggested.
"Like - oh SHIT!"
"Wow, now that's imaginative," Clover said
sarcastically.
"No, listen - Tara said you'd be pulled back after a
minute if it happened once... it's been fifteen
minutes already. So it's happened twice..."
* * * * * * * * * *
Michael Weatherly and Scott Foley sat still in the
former's car, waiting for Max to leave the studio.
Michael was still mentally flogging himself for having
put himself inside Jessica Alba's fictional alter ego.
* * * * * * * * * *
"I thought after that business with his assignment
Howard had learned his lesson," his mother said
stiffly. "But look at what I found in his room!"
She brandished Howard's synopses for some of his
stories. "That Lorelei Gilmore/Lizzie McGuire thing
was bad enough, but he went and did three! Not just
one but THREE! One about that blonde girl from that
silly sitcom with John Ritter - "
"He likes Suzanne Somers?" his dad interrupted.
" - one about those witches, and one about fucking
Jennifer Garner... I mean Jennifer fucking Garner!
What is it about her, huh? She's got a singsong voice,
a forehead like B'Elanna Torres, big ears, and she
can't act! Why does your son like her? Come to think
of it, why do YOU like her? And that crappy show she's
on?"
"Because the apple doesn't fall far from the tree,"
her husband replied, and instantly regretted it.
"If you're not going to do anything about this, then I
will. When he gets back, we're going to get that
password from him and we're deleting all the stuff he
wrote, and then it's Net Nanny time."
"You know, it's not like he's hurting anybody," his
dad protested.
"And where's he gone to anyway...?" his mother
continued.
* * * * * * * * * *
"You know, if we were going to that 'Silencers' set it
would be even better," Howard said casually to Velma
as the car moved through traffic.
"Why, so you can meet Tracy Ryan?"
"And the others, but especially Tracy."
"Can't help you there, sonny... but you'll be happy
with the set here. Besides, I've got a surprise for
you."
"I get to not write the next one?"
"Ohhhh no," Velma laughed. "You're not getting out of
it that easily. Just call it a little bribe..." and as
she spoke the car arrived at the studio. "Relax,
Howie. You'll love it."
In Velma's office, Sara Hathaway adjusted her skirt
and waited to see Howard Johnson's face when he came
in and saw her there. She mentally remembered that she
had to keep calling herself Tracy - if some kid was
going to be poking her thinking she was someone else,
she might as well play along with the game. Especially
since she was going to be with Anna... er, Kirsten
Dunst, who exchanged a shy smile with her co-star as
the door opened.
"Howard, this is Kirsten Dunst."
"Oh... oh boy... ah, pleased to meet you..."
"And this is her co-star Sara Hathaway."
Howard instantly forgot Kirsten and stared at Sara.
"My God... you look exactly like Tracy..."
"Oh, I get that a lot," Sara replied, giving him a
dazzling smile. "Come on, sit down... we've got plenty
of time before we're due on set." Staring at her all
the while, Howard sat between the two, and gulped when
Sara lightly rested her hand on his lap.
"Don't be nervous," she said quietly. "We won't hurt
you."
Howard was very, very nervous as he felt the two
ladies touching him. Suddenly he really wanted to
leave... "Velma will be very, very upset if you run,"
Kirsten/Anna breathed into his ear.
"How'd you know her name?"
"Don't ask questions," Sara told him. "Just lie back
and enjoy it." And she started to rub her hands on his
chest, while Kirsten/Anna did the same to his crotch.
Howard lay back, hoping that he would enjoy it...
* * * * * * * * * *
Kim Possible was also lying back, but she wasn't
enjoying it. In part because she was lying on her
front; Sam and Alex had had a wonderful time fucking
her in the missionary position, and now had her tied
up and nestling her face into the willing cunts of
first the woman who Daphne was beginning to mentally
refer to as the Toontown Whore, and then moving on
from Eliza to Brittany Murphy.
You would have thought that after what happened the
last time the wee Miss Murphy would have run screaming
from something like that, but Brittant just couldn't
get enough of that wonderful muff; she stroked Kim's
auburn hair while the teenager flicked her tongue
inside Miss Murphy, all the while feeling Alex land a
ruler against her upright buns. "Go on, Kim! Admit it
- you LOVE it!" She did, but what she didn't love was
having to go down on each and every person there, on
pain of another paddling. "They don't want to be kept
waiting," Alex shouted. "They've got a long wait until
nightfall... finish eating Britt and move on! Unless
you don't want to stop..."
Brittany didn't want her to stop. Kim wanted to stop
and end it all, but Sam slapped her ass again, harder
than ever. "Love them, Possible! DO IT!"
"How can she take that after..." Kirsten asked.
"You don't understand, Kiki," Eliza told her as the
petite big-eyed blonde panted and cried under Kim's
mouth. "Getting it from one of them... it's like
they've got their lips all over you at once. I never
had it so great. EVER. You get that once, getting it
from people is like... a step down, know what I mean?"
"Yes..." Brittany groaned as Kim's mouth sucked and
tasted her snatch. "OOooooooOOOHHH YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!"
She pressed the teenager's head close to her cunt,
begging her for more, as Sam and Alex tore her away.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Brittany yelled. "Don't LEAVE ME..."
but the two spies had dragged Kim over to Jessica,
half eager and half disgusted. Jessica wanted to tell
them to stop, but at the same time she too wanted to
feel the gorgeous Kim Possible between her legs...
* * * * * * * * * *
"And here we are at last," Ashley Gabriel said as they
arrived at the Castle.
"Really?" Phoebe replied sarcastically. "I thought it
was the Taj Mahal."
"Come on, not much longer to go..."
* * * * * * * * * *
"There she is," Scott said.
Yep; Max was striding out of the studio, her day's
work done. The two men watched her exchange a few
words with the guards, give them her autograph, and
wave goodbye. Michael started to get out of the car,
but Scott grabbed his arm - "Not out here! We want to
see where she's going."
Michael nodded, and Scott let go as they waited for
Max to leave.
About ten minutes later, a young woman came out,
chatted with the guards for longer, and went over to
her own car. They could see the wide grin on Michelle
Trachtenberg's face; she'd finally gotten her license
to add to car pollution. The curiously sexy girl
climbed inside and drove off, followed at a discreet
distance by Max, followed at a not too far remove by
Scott and Michael, who wondered where Michelle was
going and why Max was following her.
Max, on the other hand, did know where Michelle was
going, and was following her because she herself was
actually going to the same place; where Evil Piper,
whose status as a producer gave her carte blanche to
rearrange the day's schedule so she could shoot all of
Holly Marie's scenes early on, was dancing around the
place with glee, laughing dementedly.
* * * * * * * * * *
Howard's eyes bugged out of his head. He had liked to
fantasize about Jessica Alba whispering dirty talk
into his ear, or wrapping those lips of hers around
his cock, but here was Kirsten Dunst actually taking
his schlong in her hand and making it as hard as
Jennifer Garner's ass and as big as Vin Diesel's ego.
She twinkled up at him and bent down to consume it...
"No!" he suddenly yelled, pulling himself away from
the two. "I can't..."
"What?! What do you mean?!?" shouted a flabbergasted
Sara.
"Look, you're both lovely and all that - but I just
never really liked you that much, Dunst... I mean, if
it had been Jessica Alba no problem, but..."
"Well, at least you weren't faking it like Will,"
Kirsten muttered, and flailed before the blazing stare
of anger Howard shot at her.
"How'd you know about me and Will?"
"Where we come from, we know everything about what
happens in Fans' lives..."
"SHUT THE HELL UP, ANNA!" Sara snapped, and tackled
Kirsten before Howard could react. "Filming's about to
be shut down for a few days..."
"What do you mean...?" Kirsten/Anna asked, as she was
held down by Sara who picked up a letteropener, and
jammed it handle first into Anna/Kirsten's snatch.
"But that just slipped out! Don't send me back,
PLEASE! I LIKE IT HERE....!!!" Howard watched as Sara
rapidly fucked Kirsten/Anna with the handle, the metal
moving faster than anything on the planet. Soon a
greenish light started to spread from between her
legs, as Kirsten/Anna jerked wildly trying to get
away. "No... no...NO... NOOOOOOO!!!!"
Sara tugged and pulled the opener out as Kirsten's
body twisted and turned in the green light, shrinking
and changing; she was becoming the young Anastacia
again as the vortex opened beneath her. Watching with
fear and stunned fascination, Howard stayed rooted to
the spot as the floor gave way beneath the toon and
Anastacia plunged into the vortex leading back to
whence she came, her receding scream cut off by the
sealing up of the opening, winking out the light.
Sara flung the opener back on the desk and gave Howard
a cold look. "Either filming restarts with the real
Dunst in the wake of the Crossover, or we reshoot
again with another replacement. We did it before with
Gellar, we can do it again. Velma's already replaced
Lisa Thompson anyway - another sub on this production
won't make any difference." She pointed to his pants.
"Now get undressed."
"No..." Howard replied, finally finding his voice.
"And I'm not writing any more of these things either -
if she wants to write the other two she can do them
herself."
"Oh, but you don't have to write another TWO," Velma
cackled from behind him. "You'll only have to write
one... I guess our little sex bribe won't be necessary
after all."
* * * * * * * * * *
Slimy with all the genitalia that had come into
contact with it, Kim's mouth was shut as she felt Alex
and Sam's lips on her breasts; her only consolation
was that she didn't have an audience.
They were all back at the door again; because time
here ran at a different speed to the normal world,
they didn't have to wait long until night fell and the
park reached its closing time. One by one each woman
hopped through, Holly Marie Combs the most eager of
all, Eliza the least - "There'll still be access for
some time," Penelope had told her, "so y'all can still
come back."
"Not me!" Holly shouted with delight. "I'm out of
here, and I'm never coming back!" She ran through the
paths, laughing with glee at being safe, away from
those Gabriel sisters...
As she ran, she felt a bright shining light form
around her for a moment; when it dimmed she was still
running, but the sudden change in position caused her
to trip and fall over. Rolling onto her back, she
faced four young women who, until that moment, had
been several yards away from her. Holly's scream
brought the others running; she had been found by
Phoebe, Paige and those Gabriel sisters.
Jessica Alba was the first to arrive, and was lost for
words on seeing herself and Michelle Trachtenberg
standing there.
* * * * * * * * * *
Sydney had driven around trying to get her thoughts
together, and had finally stopped outside Scott's
place; it was the closest thing she had to a home
around here. He was still out trailing Max's double,
so she had the place to herself; she could use the
time to calm down and think on what to do next.
Collecting herself, she went inside.
Ignoring the letters on the mat, she decided she'd
ring up Gabrielle Union to see if anything had changed
and if she was still going on set (and being careful).
But first, she needed a drink... at which point the
phone rang. Sydney figured that she could answer it
and pretend to be Jennifer Garner; who else was better
qualified?
Without another second, she picked it up. "Hello?"
After a few seconds, a disbelieving Jennifer Garner
said "...Sydney?"
* * * * * * * * * * *
Being a fine figure of a woman, Gabrielle Union wasn't
short of people offering to keep her company in bed.
The trouble was, this morning she had to get up even
earlier than usual to be at the location for her big
fight scene - she had hoped that they might be using
doubles a lot, but that damn showoff Luanne... Tracy
Ryan had insisted on doing most of it herself. And
Eliza Dushku wasn't about to let some upstart show her
up; Jessica Alba, the star of the movie (Gabby had
heard about Ryan getting her way on the artwork, but
as far as she was concerned Alba was still the real
lead), was going to play out her climax somewhere
else.
Since Gabrielle would turn out to be the bad guy, she
was of course going to buy the farm; she'd been
getting enough training to look convincing on screen,
but she still needed some impetus to get her going.
The woman put all thoughts of the past couple of days
out of her mind as she found what she was looking for;
Gabrielle studied the baguette and put it in the
microwave - she was HUNGRY, like she always was when
she woke up. She fretted impatiently while the garlic
bread became eatable; technology was never fast enough
in these cases.
At last it went PING! Licking her lips, Gabrielle took
out the long loaf and smelt the melted butter. Warm
and welcoming... she returned to her bed and slapped
the radio on, relieved that she'd left it tuned to a
music station. Britney Spears filled the room;
Gabrielle was a big Britney fan, though she'd never
admit it.
She carefully pressed the baguette against her open
cunt, glad that it was just hot enough to arouse her,
but not enough to burn. Gabrielle whooshed her air out
in a rush as she thrust the bread into her... more
than one man had been amazed at how massive her gaper
was (one lover had dubbed her snatch "George W.," for
reasons she didn't need to ask). The trouble was that
she rarely found anyone big enough to truly satisfy
her, until one night she had gotten in a changing room
with Brooke Burke, who (so she confided) had a similar
problem, as established when they saw each other
naked. Brooke had passed on the baguette trick, and
thus it had started.
Gabrielle twisted on the bed as she pumped the bread
in and out of her, trying hard not to yell and wake up
the neighbours again; she could feel herself
moistening the inches of the still-warm baguette. With
a satisfied sigh, she slowly pulled the bread out and
brought it up to her lips.
"Breakfast is served," she said quietly, and started
to eat.
* * * * * * * * * *
Jennifer hung up and shook her head. She had just been
talking to the woman she played on TV... and Sydney
would be coming over there in a few minutes. Clover
was guaranteed to stay - she wanted to leave, but she
knew she couldn't keep up the hologram excuse forever.
"Shouldn't you be used to that by now?" the animated
spy asked.
"Are you used to this place?" Jennifer asked. Clover
had to admit that she had a point.
"Anyway, when Sydney gets here we're going to have
ourselves a little talk about Middleton. Like how it's
involved with what that Fan did, and why you sold your
place out - "
"It's not our place, OK? We are not all sisters down
there! It's every one for herself," Clover snapped.
"And anyway, there's no way I'm telling you about
it..."
"We'll make you," Sydney promised, entering without
fanfare but with unlocking the door.
"What are you going to do, kill me?" Clover sneered,
not thrown off for a moment. "You know we're immortal,
Bristow."
"No, but you can still feel pain," Sydney pointed out,
and grabbed Clover's right arm; Jennifer took the
left, and the two carried the kicking adolescent to
the table. "I don't have time to be nice; I will do
whatever I have to do to stop the Crossover," Sydney
added as she whipped off Clover's belt and her own,
and tied her to the table legs. The animated girl spat
curses at the two women, until Jennifer stuffed some
cloth into her mouth and tied it up.
"Now, first of all, who's the Fan you're tied to?"
asked Jennifer.
Clover mumbled something that sounded like "Fuck you
Garner."
"If that's how you want to play it..." Sydney said
coldly, and removed Clover's shoes. Palming her feet
and brandishing a knife, she began to sing. "Ten
bottles of beer on the wall, ten bottles of beer..."
Clover's scream filtered through the knife as Sydney
cut off her right little toe.
"You take one down and pass it around, nine bottles of
beer on the wall... You don't watch my show much, do
you? I'm not as sweet as I look." Sydney held up
Clover's right foot, and they watched as a new toe
grew in its place. "It isn't just "Species," see? They
come back, but you don't want to go through that
again, do you? Especially since I might want to see if
it works with thighs. Or breasts. Or heads."
Sydney smiled sweetly at the terrified Clover. "Now,
my friend here asked you a question... are you going
to answer it?"
Clover nodded frantically.
* * * * * * * * * *
"So you're not Piper?" Paige asked Holly.
"No wonder that spell didn't work! It was only meant
to bring the witches together, and you ain't no
witch," Melissa said, speaking for her older sister,
who was gawping at how much she looked like Jessica
Alba.
"I don't know," Eliza laughed. "I hear she's worked
her magic on quite a few guys."
"Puff up my ego some other time," Holly Marie replied.
"How come you're here?"
"The second coupling," Brittany said, drawing
surprised glances from her co-stars, who hadn't
figured her for using words like "coupling." "The one
Tara was talking about. Brings us all together for a
day."
"The SECOND?" Paige and Phoebe asked together.
"Here we go again..." Kirsten sighed.
* * * * * * * * * *
Howard found himself believing every single word of
what Velma and Sara told him, as hard as it should
have been. After what had happened to "Kirsten Dunst,"
it was the only... logical?... explanation. But he
still told himself he wasn't going to write anything
for them. No matter what.
"Believe me, you WILL write that last one for me,"
Velma finished. "Do it and I can make life very, very
easy for you... or very, very hard. You're not ready
to be an orphan, are you?"
"You wouldn't."
"Look, I killed the lady who gave me life. Think I
give a fuck about YOUR mother?"
Not even Roseanne had treated her writers that badly.
* * * * * * * * * *
Michelle bounded out of her car after pulling up
outside Lisa's house, and looked behind her. She gave
Max a grin and thumbs-up, and Max returned it.
"Maybe they're having a party?" Scott suggested from
across the street. "Celebrate the end of shooting that
crap?"
"Hey, it's not that bad a show," Michael argued.
"After 'Loving' I can't put down anything."
"Are we going to sit here arguing about TV or are we
going in?"
Michael's eyes glazed over before he could reply, and
he slumped forward to hit the dashboard. "Mike?" Scott
asked in alarm. "Mike...?" He reached forward to see
if he was okay, as a hand grabbed his shoulder and
wrenched him back.
"Don't worry, he'll be okay," a familiar voice assured
him. "And so will you."
"Ellen...?" and that was all Scott had time to say
before Ellen/Shego gripped his neck in a manner
familiar to fans of "Star Trek." The only difference
was that in real life, when done by TV characters it
worked - she chuckled to herself as Scott joined
Michael in the Land of Nod.
"Don't you know boys aren't allowed at slumber
parties?" she cooed to the unconscious men, and ran up
to the house.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Her name's Velma Dinkley?" Jennifer repeated as she
let Sydney drive at really high speeds, while Clover
was trussed up in the back seat no longer mumbling
curses after La Bristow had threatened to cut out a
certain part of her anatomy.
"It's not THAT one," Sydney assured her. "It's just a
name Lisa Thompson landed her with; pay attention."
"I know, but Velma...? I'm not sure I could take out a
short freckled lesbian," Jennifer replied, and almost
went deaf at the sound of Sydney's laughter.
"A LESBIAN?! Velma's had more pricks in her than a
porcupine, and she's the biggest lesbophobe this side
of Queen Victoria. Now Betty Rubble on the other
hand..."
"Betty likes women?"
"You bet. Why do you think she and her merkin Barney
adopted? Plus she never forgave Yogi Bear for outing
her. Like no one knew about him and Boo Boo...
dammit!"
Jennifer heard it too; the sound of a police car about
to target them for speeding. Sydney reluctantly pulled
over and stopped, waiting for the officer to get out.
Her eyebrows raised when she saw him (and she was glad
he was a him); about their age, and pretty
good-looking with it. She prayed he was starstruck...
"Okay, Agent Bristow - what's the rush?" he said as he
approached, recognising her from the off.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you..."
"Come on, lady, let's get this over with..." He was
looking inside the car by now, and he raised his
helmet in surprise. "My God; you're TWINS?"
"Ah, yeah! Yeah, my twin sister Jillian," Sydney
replied. "Jillian" waved at him cheerily, as the
officer "whewed" to himself.
"Look, officer, we're really in a hurry, and I can't
explain it, but we have GOT to get out of here..."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I do have a job to do," the
officer said sheepishly.
Sydney brushed against the officer and whispered in
his ear. Still fairly young, he blushed somewhat and
looked at them both. "Both of you?"
"Both of us?" Jennifer asked, having a suspicion of
what Sydney had said.
"Sure," Sydney replied. "And we'll pay whatever the
fine would be on top of it."
The officer positioned himself directly on the window
and unzipped his trousers, releasing his stiffy. "That
may not be necessary..."
Realising that Sydney fellating the officer might
leave unwanted signs, the "sisters" swapped places,
and Jennifer Garner's sweet lips began their work. He
was kicking himself that he couldn't see inside the
car, but the feel of her tongue rolling around his
prick and playing with his foreskin, and the way those
pouting lips of hers sucked away on him, was all he
needed. But...
The sun roof of the car slid back, and Jillian/Sydney
emerged. She wasn't wearing a top, and was giving him
the same friendly smile that so delighted the show's
cult of viewers. "Are you two... really...
identical....?!" he moaned as Jennifer spread her
hands onto his leather-wrapped buns. He took a look
down, and sighed as he watched her brown-tressed head
bobbing back and forth eagerly.
Sydney slithered out onto the roof, giving him a look
at herself buck naked; not for the first time, he
splashed out at the sight of the tall, slim woman, but
this time he was pumping it directly into the lady
(though he didn't know it). "Oooooohhhhh..." he
couldn't say anything else as he stared at Sydney's
wonderful little tits and rippling body. She was a
mixture of silk and stone, and he couldn't wait to
feel her lips on his face; soon she showed him how it
felt.
Jennifer arose out of the car as well, and the officer
mentally tore up the ticket as they kissed either side
of his face. Thinking his dreams had come true, he
began to caress both women as they fondled him,
pulling him into the car as Sydney pushed the seats
back; he massaged Jennifer's bosom with pleasure as
Sydney nibbled on his back, writhing against him. She
felt his nightstick on his hips, and pulled it out as
he opened Jennifer's long legs, aching to take this to
its conclusion.
Kissing Miss Garner's neck and jaw and running his
hands up and down her lean and sexy body, he fingered
her warm little box for some moments while Sydney slid
one end of the stick into her cunt. Damn, she loved
how it felt working into her... she twirled it around
and beamed at how hot it made her, even if it wasn't
the thick end. The officer had pulled down his
trousers prior to entering Jennifer, and Sydney
studied his meaty buns exposed to the night air. "No
sense in wasting an opening," she said to herself.
Whether the officer screamed in joy because of the
nightstick (the other end still buried inside Sydney)
plunging into him or because of him plunging into
Jennifer Garner, he never knew...
* * * * * * * * * *
Luanne's alarm went off; it was time for her to get to
the set. She liked to rest in her normal self; she
wasn't used to seeing that thing she was pretending to
be in the mirror before she went to bed, and because
she wasn't as hellbent on staying around her as Shego,
she didn't have enough willpower to maintain the
illusion unendingly. But when she had to be on set or
out in the big bad world, she was Tracy Ryan.
She convinced herself she was looking forward to the
fight scene. She convinced herself that she could land
the "killer" blow on Gabrielle. Above all, she
convinced herself that she really did want to be the
big star Tracy Ryan.
* * * * * * * * * *
Howard didn't say a word as Velma's limousine dropped
him off, the outline for the final fantasy (so to
speak) fresh in his mind. He knew he could write well
and quickly, so all he'd have to do was write it up,
send it to Velma... and then, to coin a pseud's
cliche, the line between fiction and reality would be
blurred. For real and forever. And it would be all his
fault.
All those doubles and all those shows crashing into
the real world... as he sat down at his keyboard and
started to type, he was hating every word. And this
combo was something he'd liked so much beforehand...
but a few words into the second sentence, it hit him.
He cracked a grin as he realised how he could-
The words he had typed onto the screen winked out of
existence. "Aw, FUCK!!!" the teenager howled at the
crashing, and whirled from his screen.
"I'm sorry, Howard," his mother smiled at him, holding
the plug to the computer, "but this is for your own
good."
It was always the mothers, Howard thought. First Joyce
Summers and Sheila Rosenberg trying to burn Buffy and
Willow, and now this. He suddenly knew what it was
like to be Sydney Bristow up against Irina Derevko,
and at this moment he would have gladly swapped this
for a zapping to the chest or a bullet in the
shoulder...
* * * * * * * * * *
The two young men walking down the street both told
themselves they had drunk a little too much after the
women were gone. That was it, they had to have been
drunk. Why else would they have seen so many hotties -
Kirsten Dunst, Rose McGowan, two Jessica Albas, Faith,
SMG, Holly Marie Combs, Alyssa Milano, that girl from
"8 Mile" and Dawn from Buffy - all running by?
One of them thought it wasn't the booze, but then
realised there were two Albas. Yup, definitely the
drink.
"So where are we going now?" panted Melissa.
"To the studio!" Holly replied. "We've got to find out
where she went after shooting ended."
"And YOU'RE going to ask?" Kirsten asked.
"Shit! Yeah, I can't do it. Paige, you can't; Phoebe,
you can't either...Dushku, it's all up to you."
"Me? Why me?"
"Because you're doing a movie with Alba," Holly
explained. "Tell whoever's on duty you were supposed
to meet her somewhere afterwards, but that she never
told you. Alba looks like a ditz anyway, so he'll
understand..."
"You and me are gonna have a LONG talk when this is
done," Jessica said stiffly.
"We're never gonna get there at this rate!" Brittany
grumbled.
"Yeah, Paige... a little help?" Phoebe asked.
"Everybody hold hands," Paige agreed, and all the
ladies did so. "It's a bit weird the first time, but
you get used to it..."
The women orbed out, and rematerialized a few yards
away from the studios, thankfully away from anyone
watching. The orbing did come as a surprise to the
non-fictional among them, but it wasn't any of them
who suddenly gasped and fell back.
"Pheebs?" Paige asked, as she and Jessica helped her
up. "What happened? Did you get a vision?"
"Yeah... just before we orbed. I took Alba's hand,
and..."
"And what?"
"And I saw her fighting a girl and getting killed on a
rooftop... she got run through with a sword."
"Are you sure it wasn't Ashley?" Melissa asked in a
mixture of dread and relief. "You're sure...?"
"Damn sure," Phoebe replied. "She even called her by
name."
"Who was it?" Brittany asked. "Did you see her face?"
* * * * * * * * * *
"Glad you could be here," Piper laughed, hugging
Michelle.
"Good to be here," Michelle replied as she finished
her drink. "So where's everyone else?"
"Oh, they'll be here," Max assured her. "Alyssa'll be
along soon as well. And Rose."
"Yeah, we wouldn't want to leave her out of the orgy."
"Orgy?" Michelle asked. "How many of us are gonna be
here?"
"Just the six of us," Piper replied. "Michelle, meet
Ellen Devereaux. She's got first dibs after me."
"First dibs on who?" Michelle asked, dreading the
answer.
Ellen, Max and Piper all pointed at her...
* * * * * * * * * *
The owner of the weaponry shop propped herself up in
pain, her blood gushing from her sternum and covering
the floor. The assailant had wounded her but not
enough to wipe her out; she made her way to the button
under the counter and reached a quaking finger up to
press it.
Just after she pressed it to summon the cops, a bullet
sliced it off; she fell back in agony by the feet of
the robber. "That's a nasty wound you got there," the
villain said conversationally. "You'll be a while
dying from that, but this little beauty here is a good
weapon. So good that I'm going to do you a favour and
make it quick."
Thankful that she still had plenty of time before the
Crossover ended or became permanent, Brin pumped two
bullets into the store owner's head, looked
appreciatively at the sword she had taken, and left.