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Toons in Freefall Episode 1: Let Her Rip	By : jackrabbit Category: Kim Possible > Crossover > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 13107 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 10 --- The Haunted Mansion

Shego stomped on the gas pedal, watching Max recede in the rear view mirror. She was not afraid of a fight, but she didn’t do it unless it gained her something. There was absolutely no reason to take on an army of such crazy motherfuckers.
She knew this was the final chase scene. The psychos had chased the truck going into the refinery compound, but that was all off road. So this was the attempted escape with what Max thought was gasoline. At some point, he would turn the truck around and the entire rolling horror show would head back in the opposite direction. Once that happened, she could continue on in comparative safety. Though where the hell they would go was a burning question.
Daisy, of course, had no idea what danger they were in. “What’s tha problem? Truckers are okay.” She looked at the dashboard. “If I kin find tha CB, we kin see if he’s got his ears on.”
“This ain’t no good-buddy, got-your-back-door, beaver-spotting trucker. He’s only slightly less dangerous than those guys who are chasing him. We can’t let any of them get anywhere close.” Daisy look scared, but her expression was nothing compared to those of Judy and Jane. “Look back there and tell me what is going on. It’s hard for me to see in the mirror.”
“Okay,” Daisy said shakily as she looked back between the white-faced Jetsons, “all I kin see is...what tha fuck?! There’s somebody on tha hood of tha truck! Looks like a midget or somethin’. And there’s another guy hangin’ on tha grille! What kinda crazy fuckers are these?”
Crazy fucker is right, Shego thought. The one on the grille is Wez. He’s barely human, much less sane. And the midget is the Feral Kid. He’s out on the hood trying to get the shotgun shells. She tried to remember where that occurred in the chase. Wait a minute! That’s at the end. Max has already turned around. When the Kid goes after the shells, the next thing is... Shego gasped, eyes wide. The Humungus comes over the hill under the power of a nitrous-oxide booster and crashes head-on into the truck. And WE are BETWEEN him and the truck. So WE are about to have a head-on with the Humungus at a closing speed of over 200 miles an hour!
There was a slight rise up ahead, so she couldn’t see her doom coming, but in the movie Max couldn’t either. The Humungus appeared out of nowhere.
Forcing herself to stay under control, Shego started a gradual drift to the left, off the road, while braking at the same time. She couldn’t turn as sharply as she wanted to, as that would just roll them over without removing them from the path of destruction and it would guarantee that her body parts would be permanently fused with those of the Humungus.
She made her move just in time. As she left the pavement, the Humungus appeared and flashed through were she had just been, missing her by a couple of seconds. As she struggled to retain control of the car on the uneven surface of the dirt, she heard the tremendous report of the collision and subsequent truck turnover.
“Sonuvabitch!” Daisy yelled. “That guy ran right inta him! Where’d he come from?”
Shego was too busy to answer, still trying to keep the car under control. She managed to get back on the road and stabilize, then she hit the gas, leaving the scene behind.
“Shouldn’t we go back and help?” Daisy asked.
“No way,” Shego replied. “Everyone who should survive that does.”
Distracted by Daisy, Shego was startled when the road surface suddenly changed. The sound and vibration changed drastically, indicating that she was on a much smoother section of road. She returned her attention to the road and her jaw dropped. It was suddenly wide enough for three or four lanes of traffic, yet none of them were marked. It was curving off to the right.
Daisy also noticed the radical change. When she looked out her window, she was astonished to find grandstands. “What tha fuck?! We’re on a NASCAR track!”
“We ripped again,” Shego said shakily. “Good thing there’s not a race.”
“Really good thing. We’re goin’ clockwise. That’s tha wrong way for NASCAR.” Daisy looked at the stands again. “But there’s a crowd, so there’s gonna be a race. Ya better get off tha track.”
Right about that time the pack appeared. If Shego thought that a head-on with the Humungus had been hard to avoid, it was trivial compared to trying to dodge an entire track full of stock cars with an even higher closing velocity. Fortunately the professional drivers were used to dodging each other at high speed and treated Shego as a stationary object. She somehow made it through the pack and after a hard right, wound up spinning out in the infield grass.
The four of them climbed out of the car shakily, the Jetsons throwing up on the grass. Shego and Daisy almost joined them.
After the case of nerves, Shego realized that if this was a live race, she was back in her home dimension. If she could somehow make herself stick, she was home. But then the pack came around again for the next lap and she noticed something she had missed during the hysterical first pass. There was a Volkswagen bug in the race. Great, she thought. Fucking Herbie. Guess it’s another movie after all.
But it didn’t matter. Just as racetrack security approached, the group ripped again and found themselves in the dark. After her eyes adjusted, Shego realized that the car hadn’t come along with them this time. Fortunately, they hadn’t left anything in it, since they didn’t have anything other than their clothes.
“There’s a house over there,” Daisy said.
The house was big and grim looking, completely dark and out in the middle of nowhere, looking just like any haunted house from a horror movie.
“I’m not going in there,” Shego said. “No way am I going to fuck with vampires or werewolves or shit like that.”
Daisy looked at her in surprise. “Huh? I ain’t no intellect, but even I know crap like that ain’t real.”
“In this dimension they may be.”
Daisy gave her a wild look, but didn’t argue. The place didn’t look too appealing to her either. Certainly Jane and Judy didn’t insist on going in.
The foursome walked up the drive, hoping it would lead to a road. Sure enough, there was a country lane. They found a gate, but it was easy enough to squeeze through the bars. Just outside was a vehicle. Shego assumed that it belonged to whoever was casing out the haunted house, probably a group of teens destined to be slaughtered. “Let’s take it. They probably won’t need it any more. I doubt they’ll be coming out of the house.”
“I know how to hot-wire,” Daisy said, getting a startled look from Shego, though her face could barely be seen in the dim light. “Just Boss Hogg’s car and Hazzard County cars. No cars what belonged ta folks.”
“You drive this time. I’ve had enough time behind the wheel for a while. Come to think of it, you should have been driving before. You’re used to crazy-ass maneuvers.”
Jane spoke for the first time for quite a while. “I want to ride gunshot this time. I’m tired of sitting in the back.”
“Huh? Oh, ya mean shotgun. Sure.”
As they got closer, the vehicle appeared to be a van. The doors were unlocked, so they piled inside, Daisy and Jane in front, Judy and Shego in back.
“Do ya see any tools back there?” Daisy asked. “This is a commercial van for boat motors and shit. They must have some kinda tools.”
“Boat motors? Where did you get that idea?”
“It was on tha side. I could barely make it out in tha dark, but I think it said ‘Mister Marine’.”
Much do her surprise, Shego did find a toolbox, so Daisy had the van started in no time, and they were soon underway. There was no way of knowing which way to go, so Daisy just picked one.
Shego laid down in the back of the van, glad to be able to rest for a while. Brief as they were, her road adventures had been stressful, even more bizarre than Motor Ed and the Kepler. Judy snuggled up against her. The teen had only known Shego for a few hours, but now the green villainess was the only thing that was even remotely familiar.
Shego kissed Judy and the girl responded by squeezing her tit. Shego tried to roll over onto her back, pulling Judy on top of her, but some kind of lumpy mass was in the way. It didn’t appear to be metallic, so Shego tried to elbow it out of the way.
“Ow!” the mass said. “What in the hell are you doing, you asshole?” It rolled over, turning out to be a pretty redhead under a blanket, whose jaw dropped upon seeing Shego. “Oh! Who are you? I thought one of the guys was trying to cop a feel.”
“The name’s Shego, and this is Judy. I wasn’t trying to cop a feel, though I can do that if you want me to.”
The girl looked like she would be agreeable to that, but she had other things on her mind. “Where do you guys get off stealing our van? And kidnapping me?”
Shego shrugged. “We didn’t mean to kidnap anybody. And we figured the owners wouldn’t survive the haunted house.”
“Haunted house? It’s no more haunted than my closet. It’ll be a shithead wearing a mask, just like it always is. Even Velma, who thinks she’s so much smarter than me, never figures that out until way later. I always pretend to be surprised, and everyone else really is.”
“So your friends do this all the time? And you just sit in the van?”
“I usually go along for the fun of watching them fart around making fools of themselves. I had a migraine this time, and was sleeping it off.”
“We’ll give ya the van back,” Daisy called from the front. “When we get someplace. We were just kinda stranded, ya know? By tha way, I’m Daisy and this is Jane, Judy’s mom.”
“Daphne,” the redhead said.
Shego was startled to hear the wrist Kimmunicator go off with its signature dut-dut-dee-dut tone. She held it up to see Wade’s face. “Shego, how are you doing?”
“We’ve had our moments, but we’re okay for right now.”
“So you’ve picked up an entourage too. How many Kimmunicators do you need?”
Shego gave him the count, including Daphne, then distributed the units when they arrived. She told Daphne that she should not take it off under any circumstances.
“Hang on,” Wade said. “I’ve got Kim on relay.”
Kim’s face replaced Wade’s. “So you’re still intact?”
“More or less, Princess. Where are you?”
“On a WOOHP jet bound for Madrid. I’m on a mission with Clover, Alex, and Sam. They do the same thing I do, fight villains.”
“Great, that’s all I need. More of those. Not that I’ve had much opportunity for evil lately. Is your mom okay? Not that I really care, you understand. But is she?”
“Yeah, she and Tara are slave girls in the Roman Empire, of all places. At least until they rip again. And the missing Guardians showed up there too, a little later.”
“The who?”
“Never mind. You haven’t met them. I lost them on my last rip and they wound up with Mom instead.”
After the sign off, Daphne looked at Shego appraisingly. “Let’s get back to the topic of copping feels.” She reached out and squeezed a tit. Then she groped Judy with the opposite hand and was surprised to find that the other teen was already partially stripped, wearing only lingerie. “You go around like that all the time?”
“My clothes are like three dimensions away,” Judy explained. “And even the underwear belongs to Daisy. That’s why it’s too big for me.”
“Well, that does make the goodies easier to get to.” Daphne reached into the bra and fondled Judy’s tits inside the open space. “Ooooooohhhh,” the junior Jetson moaned.
Shego kissed Daphne, then lifted up the girl’s skirt and rubbed her pussy through the panties. Daphne put her hand on top of Shego’s, pressing it down harder.
By now Jane had noticed something was going on the back of the van and could not stay out of the action. Daisy wanted to go back, but didn’t dare to stop the van until they were in a town or something resembling civilization.
Daphne unbuttoned Shego’s shirt, freeing the green boobs and sucking one of them. She noticed the blinking light of the force bra, but had no idea it was the reason for Shego’s apparent extreme firmness. The pad was to the side of the nipple, so it didn’t interfere with sucking it.
Jane pulled Daphne’s dress over her head and removed the bra. Then she sucked the redhead’s tits, while Judy pulled down the panties and ate the pussy. “Uhhhhhhhhh.”
Daisy listened to the sounds and got wetter. Finally she saw lights up ahead, which turned out to be a tiny town. The lights were on at a fast food place, so she parked and jumped into the fray in the back of the van. Daphne was pretty much covered by the other three, so she fondled Shego and Judy instead, waiting her turn for the fresh meat. She felt Jane pulling her shorts and panties down, then fingers on her pussy.
Daphne and Shego engaged in a 69, with the green villainess on the bottom. Judy helped by alternately licking Daphne’s asshole and jamming a finger inside, while Shego serviced the pussy. Jane played with both sets of tits, giving Daphne’s stalactites and Shego’s stalagmites equal attention. Daisy kissed Daphne and fingered Shego as the teen licked her.
In the bottom position, it was more effort for Shego to lick. As she rested her head, she noticed that Daphne was away from her own pussy as well, kissing Daisy. So she took that opportunity to nanomorph to a dick. When Daphne returned to lick the pussy, she mashed her face into the dick instead. “Huh?”
Daisy broke into helpless laughter as Daphne just stared at the nanodick. She poked it, satisfying herself that it wasn’t a hallucination. Then she pulled on it gently, verifying that it was indeed attached. Even though she hadn’t been expecting a dick in this group, she did know how they worked. She played with it and felt it starting to harden. “Fuck me,” she said dazedly.
“That’s tha plan,” Daisy said. “But we got ta get it hard first.”
Daphne shrugged and engulfed it with her mouth. In the meantime, Shego resumed eating the redhead’s pussy, while Jane and Judy continued the peripheral stimulation.
Daisy and Jane helped Daphne service the dick by licking the sides of it. Then Daisy sucked Shego’s balls while Daphne and Jane traded the dick back and forth, one blowing while the other fed it to her. In the meantime, Judy still fingered Daphne’s asshole, while Shego took care of the pussy.
Once Shego was hard, the others took turns sitting on her dick. When not being impaled, they ate each other, fondled various girly bits wherever available and sat on Shego’s face.
In one such configuration, Daisy was bouncing on the dick, while Jane ate Daphe and Judy fingered Daisy as she moved up and down. Then Jane was impaled, while the others formed a cunnilingus chain, Shego eating Daisy eating Judy eating Daphne.
After another shuffle, Shego was on her knees hammering Judy, while Daphne pressed up against Shego’s ass and moved with her while reaching around to squeeze the green tits. Judy ate her mother, while Daisy kissed both Shego and Daphne, with her finger in the teen’s asshole as it moved forward and back.
The group rotated around Shego several more times, pleasuring each other in various ways as they waited for their turn with the dick.
“I think this will be the last run,” Shego said. “Daphne, assume the position.” The redhead presented her pussy for ramming. Shego shoved the dick in her and started pumping. Jane reached under and fondled Daphne’s tits, Daisy shoved a finger into Shego’s asshole, and Judy held Daphne’s cheek.
Shego started to chant. “I bless you with the holy cum...” It took a second or two for the others to realize they were supposed to repeat the blessing, after which they did. “The cum which contains the sacred nanobots...” Another echo of voices. “The nanobots that spread the divine dongs... To all the sluts of the many universes. Amen.”
“Amen,” the others agreed.
Only a minute or so later, she groaned and did indeed provide the holy cum that contained the sacred nanobots to give the divine dong to this particular slut. The dick pulsed, pumping cum deep into Daphne, as Shego gasped and shuddered. Daphne also had an orgasm as the other three held and stroked both of them.
They held each other for a while, then put their clothes back on. Being in constant danger of ripping, they tended not to lie around naked very long. Judy actually got to dress this time, as Daphne had a change of clothes in the van. Jane was still stuck with just ill-fitting bra and panties.
As Daphne talked more about her retarded friends, there was another rip and they found themselves in broad daylight once more. Once they could see again, they realized they were in a forest, right next to a stream. There was no sign of civilization, so there was no way of knowing where and when they were.
Shego figured that unless they were in a national forest where development was not allowed, they were probably in the past. She tried to think of shows set in the 1800s. Little House on the Prairie? Duh, this was a forest, not a prairie. Shenandoah? Maybe. The Alamo? She got the impression they were much further north.
The others milled around in confusion, especially Daphne, as this was her first rip.
“We probably oughta follow the stream,” Daisy said uncertainly. “There’s more likely ta be people alongside it.”
“But they may not be people we want to meet. Remember the trucker. Let’s head downstream, but we should scope out any people before they see us.”
“Too late,” Jane said, pointing upstream. The others spun around to find a canoe coming down the river toward them. It was apparent from a distance that it was not a contemporary canoe, reinforcing Shego’s idea that they were in the past. So the occupants were probably Native Americans, which opened up the possibility of several movies. Unfortunately, many of them involved war with settlers, such as Broken Arrow or Custer of the West.
At Shego’s direction, the group took shelter, hiding from the river. However, through the bushes they could see that the canoe halted even with their position, indicating that the occupants had seen them. They heard the scraping sound of the canoe being dragged out of the water.
“Hello, friends,” a woman’s voice said. “Are you of the Appamattucks? Do not be afraid. I mean no harm.”
Shego’s group exchanged glances, then abandoned their hiding places. The woman’s face showed shock. “How can you be here? I thought all of your people went back over the Big Water to your faraway land. In the giant canoe with skins that caught the wind. And there were no women in the group.”
“It’s a little hard to explain,” Shego said.
“I expect this. Everything about the Pale Ones is confusing.”
About this time another canoe arrived, also piloted by a young woman. She seemed equally astonished to find foreigners.
“I do not understand,” the newcomer said as she grounded her canoe. “I thought the Pale Ones left.”
“As did I, Nakoma. I must ask Grandmother Willow to explain all this.”
The native girls decided to take the strangers to their village, knowing that they were unlikely to have forest survival skills. After loading the Pale Ones (and the Green One) into the canoes, they reentered the stream. Daphne, Jane, and Judy rode with Nakoma, Shego and Daisy in the front canoe.
Shego found floating slowly down the river relaxing, especially after the earlier adventures. “What is your name, anyway?”
“My formal names are Matoaka and Amonute. But as a child I was known as Pocahontas, which means ‘little wanton’.”
Nakoma laughed from the other canoe. “And she is still a little wanton, so we call her that to this day.”
“Sounds like our kinda girl,” Daisy said, poking Shego in the ribs.
“Why are you in two canoes?” Daphne asked.
“We did not travel together,” Nakoma said. “Her father, the Chief, sent me to find her.”
The canoes went through a section of rapids, but they were comparatively mild, so the native girls had no problem keeping control, even with extra passengers.
When they reached smooth water again, Daisy looked back at Pocahontas and smiled. When the native girl reciprocated, Daisy put a hand on her thigh. There was no negative reaction, so she slid the hand a little ways up the skirt. Pocahontas took on a wild-eyed expression and Daisy hurriedly removed the hand. “I’m sorry.” Surprisingly, the expression remained. After a second or two, Daisy realized that Pocahontas was shocked by something other than her, something in the stream ahead.

When she turned around, she gasped herself. They had ripped again, and were no longer in a stream. Instead it was some sort of man-made channel, like a canal. Up ahead were structures, which meant they were drifting into a town or city. But obviously not a modern one.
Shego called Wade. “Hey there, Geek Boy. Can you tell where we are now?”
“Geek Boy? You shouldn’t call people names when they are your lifeline.”
“Good point.”
“Anyway, let me analyze your signal and get your coordinates... Whoa, your dimensional coordinates are the same as Dr. Possible and Tara.”
“That means we’re in the same show, er dimension that they are? In ancient Rome?”
“Yeah, and the temporal index also matches, so you are at the same point in time inside that dimension. The spacial coordinates show that you are only five miles away from them, somewhere alongside the Anio Novus. One of the 11 aqueducts servicing Rome.”
“Actually, we’re in the aqueduct. In canoes.”
Wade blinked. “Huh?”
“Don’t ask.”
“Anyway, this supports a theory I’ve developed about this. I don’t think this is a coincidence. The initial rips broke the four of you apart, but now you all seem to be converging. I think there is some type of pull between you, like gravity or magnetism. The larger group of freefallers pulled you toward them, so now you’re in their dimension. If you can reach a critical mass, you may be able to lock yourselves in place.”
“What does that mean?” Daisy asked, scratching her head.
“That if you can get to the House of Marcus Lycus before you rip again, you may stop ripping. So paddle as hard as you can, and I’ll guide you there.”
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Chapter 10 --- The Haunted Mansion