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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 12 --- Workin’ At the Girl Wash, Yeah

Anne led her daughter through the halls of the Marcus Lycus girlatorium until they reached a huge bathing pool. Kim was amazed at how many girls were standing along the sides of it. Some she recognized, most she didn’t. Tara came running up and hugged her, followed by the Guardians and Nani. She spent a few minutes getting to know Brandy, since she had barely met the canine girl before they all got ripped apart.
Kim still couldn’t believe the count. 31 females, mostly teen, a few adults. “All of these girls got ripped?”
“All except these four. They are from this dimension and have been slave girls all along. This is Vibrata, Panacea, and the twins are the Geminae. They never got ripped, but they did receive a load of nanobots, which might make things interesting for their new masters. Philia and Gymnasia got their dose before being taken away by Hero and Pseudolus.”
Kim and her group were introduced to all of the others. Needless to say, Franky made an impression, but Polly wasn’t exactly a wallflower either. The Spies meshed well with the other teens, though of course there was an ego clash between Cornelia and Clover.
Most of the girls were from generally the same version and time period of earth, but not surprisingly, Leia, the Jetsons, the Native Americans, the courtesans, and the Sky Captain pair had a little harder time relating to everyone else. But both sides made an effort to get to know the other, though a lot of conceptual hurdles had to be jumped.
During a breather from socialization, Anne gave her daughter a perplexed look. “Kimmie, Cornelia told me something a little while ago that you should hear.” The two of them tracked Corny down, and Anne dragged her away from her current altercation with Clover. “Cornelia, please tell Kim what you told me earlier.”
“About what?”
“About your little sister and her favorite TV show.”
“Oh. Okay. But before I get to that... Kim, you think that we are fictional characters, right? That we don’t actually exist?”
“Well, yeah, but I don’t know why someone would tell you that.” She gave her mother a mildly accusing glance.
“Don’t look at me, Kimmie. Tara spilled the beans.”
Kim sighed, and turned back to Cornelia. “Yeah, you’re fictional. There’s a cartoon show on the Disney Channel called WITCH. I know, because it followed right after my reality show for a while. I didn’t make the connection when I first met you, because I only saw a couple of episodes, but after you transformed it was kind of obvious.”
“But that’s the thing,” Cornelia said. “Your show isn’t a reality show in our dimension. Kim Possible is a cartoon, just like you say we are. Lillian watches it all the time. When I met you, I wondered why you had the same name as a toon, just didn’t say anything. It seemed like an extreme fan thing.”
Kim’s jaw dropped. “You mean that it’s a cartoon version of a real person, like Jackie Chan? That another me lives in your dimension?”
“No, I mean that Kim Possible is totally fictional in my dimension.”
Kim exchanged wild glances with her mom. “This sounds like a Wade moment.” She called him and summarized the conversation.
“Y’know,” Wade said, “I’ve been thinking about this off and on, ever since the first cable TV incident. It reminds me of a concept proposed by Heinlein in his SF novel Number of the Beast: if you have an infinite number of dimensions, any fictional universe you can dream up actually exists somewhere. I think that’s what we are seeing here. Drakken’s original device didn’t insert you guys into created realities. What it did was connect you to the actual realities that corresponded to the created realities. So these people are as real as we are. The television shows are windows into real events. We think they are fictional. They think we are fictional. There are probably other universes where we are all fictional.”
Kim was stunned. “Whoa, Wade, that is some heavy shit. But I guess it makes sense.”
Anne was equally amazed. “My god, I’ve been telling the other freefallers we’ve been looking at them with interdimensional viewers. It sounds like that’s what cable TV actually is.”
“Yeah, it’s weird,” Wade said. “This was all just an intellectual exercise until my friends started riding locomotives off cliffs and getting hit by tidal waves.” He paused for a second or two. “Look, as long as we are connected, I might as well tell you guys the plan. I’ll put it on broadcast so everyone can hear.”
“Attention, everybody,” he said. Anne could hear his voice coming out of her own Kimmunicator and everyone else’s. The effect reminded her of standing in the middle of a drive-in movie and hearing the dialogue on the speaker of every nearby car. The girls dropped their conversations and looked at Wade’s face on their wrists. “As everybody knows by now, there probably won’t be any more involuntary rips. I’m setting up the equipment to send you all home. It’s hard to aim the interdimensional grappler, which is why I wasn’t able to help you until now. It’s like aiming the huge dish of a radio telescope. It’s slow, and you were moving between dimensions too fast. By the time I aligned it to grab you, you had already ripped to the next universe.”
There was a slight murmur as the freefallers digested that.
“The grappler is pointed at you now that you are stuck in one place, but now I have to work out the coordinates of where you want to go. I have to rip you all at once, and all in different directions. If I move you in chunks, we’ll lose the critical mass and the leftovers may start freefalling again. I have the coordinates of where all of you ripped from, by pulling them out of the Kimmunicators. So for most of you, I will just send you back exactly where you ripped from. I can change the temporal coordinates on the fly, so I will basically roll back time in your dimension so that you return to the same location about three seconds after you left. No one will even know you were ever gone.”
“Some of the girls don’t want to go back to the same place,” Anne said. She was startled to hear her own voice broadcast across the room. “Brandy, for instance. And those we rescued from the Poseidon.”
“Right,” Wade said. “Not a problem. Brandy, when did your family first know you were missing?”
Brandy’s self-conscious voice echoed across the room. “Uh, hi. When the plane arrived in Rio and my pet carrier was empty, I guess.”
“Do you know the exact date of the flight and the exact date you were ripped from the jungle?”
“Sure.”
“Okay, I’ll just roll you back that many days and send you to the Rio airport right before the flight arrived. When the carrier reaches the baggage carousel, just get back into it. It’ll be as if the jungle never happened. For the Poseidon survivors, I’ll put you in the port of departure on the day of sailing. Tell people there was a fuckup and you never even got on the ship. Or I can put you in your home city and you can say you got sick suddenly and missed the trip entirely. We can work out the details a little later, one-on-one. Anyone else?”
“Uh, yeah,” Sam said. “You can’t send us back where we ripped, because we were in a plane at the time. That plane ripped with us and crashed in Nazi Germany. It won’t be there when you send us back.”
“Where do you want to go then?”
“Madrid. That’s where we were headed. We’ll have to give Jerry some kind of bullshit about the plane and say we made it to the coast with the jet packs. He’ll be pissed about the plane, but it’s not the first time we’ve lost one.”
Anne heard the voice of Pocahontas broadcast across the room. “Uh, Spirit of the Amulet?”
There was a slight pause while Wade figured out that he was being addressed. “Uh, yes, speak, young maiden of the Powhatan. The Spirit listens.”
“Thank you, oh wise Spirit. My companion and I were in canoes when brought to this strange land. The canoes are now here, left behind at the, uh, aqua-duck. Will we not be dunked in the stream when we are returned without them?”
“Fear not, maiden. I will place you 20 yards to the left, on the bank.”
“We thank you again, mighty Spirit. When I get home, I will ask the witch doctor how I may pay homage.”
Kim poked Tara in the ribs and murmured in her ear. “Showing her tits would be plenty of homage for Wade.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing them myself,” Tara whispered back.
“I need to tell you guys one more thing and then I’ll leave you alone until I get everything set up,” Wade said. “It’s kind of a good news, bad news thing. The bad news is that all of you have become permanently unstuck from your universe, the way Kim and Shego were when all this started. So from now on, any of you are susceptible to starting a new rip sequence, either individually or with your group. For instance, Irma might rip by herself or with the other Guardians.”
Wade waited for the cries of dismay to die down.
“The good news is that it should take several months for the pressure to build up each time. And it should follow the same pattern, outward expansion and accumulation of new freefallers, then re-convergence cumulating in a lockdown. So if you can just hang on and survive, I should always be able to return you home without missing anything in your lives. In the meantime, I’ll try to figure out how to rebind you to your universes.”
“If you can hang on and survive,” Kim echoed softly. “Not as easy as it sounds. I was able to, just barely, but some of these girls would have been in dire straits on their own.”
“I hear you, Kimmie,” her mom said soberly. “Brandy would have been frozen and then pulverized on Hoth by herself.”
Kim shrugged. “We’ll just have to deal with it.”
After a few minutes longer, there was a commotion on the other side of the room. Apparently the eunuchs had arrived for bathtime, and Shego was having an altercation with them. “Get your asses out of here, you nutless wonders! We can fucking wash ourselves! I wouldn’t mind a guy giving me a bath, but you worthless pieces of shit don’t get anything out of it. You might as well be doing laundry.”
The head eunuch was obstinate. “The master will punish us if we do not bathe you.”
“Fuck the master!”
“We cannot. We cannot fuck anyone.”
Shego fired up her power and knocked the eunuchs to the floor with it. Then she beckoned to Brandy. “If you don’t get out of here, I will ask the goddess Canis Brandus to smite you. And all your offspring for generations to come. Oh, wait, you can’t have offspring. Anyway, if you make her angry, she will smite you so hard that your balls would explode if you had any.”
Brandy bared her fangs and snarled.
That was enough for the eunuchs, who hastily decided a goddess trumped a master and took off.
The girls laughed and applauded and petted Brandy for her performance, while she giggled and licked faces.
Shego clapped her hands. “Okay, let’s get this thing going. Everybody break up into lines. First two girls in each line strip everyone, next two wash, then two rinsers. After everyone goes through the line, then somebody washes the washers.”
Daisy and Panacea took the strip station in the first line, Brandy and Franky were the soapers, Lisa and Nakoma on rinse. First one through the line was Tara, followed by Hay Lin, Alex, Nani, and Polly.
Anne was the first one through the second line. She tingled with excitement as Taranee and Daphne stripped off her clothes, kissing her and squeezing her tits in passing. Both gave her a little ass smack to send her to the next station. As the theme song from Car Wash ran through her head, Clover and Geminae 1 wet her down in the thigh-deep water, then rubbed soap all over her body, not missing a square millimeter.
Anne spread her legs so that the washers had easy access to the fun stuff. “Uhhhhhhh,” she moaned as Clover did her ass, thoroughly washing the entire length of the crack, and Gem-1 lathered soap on her tits. Just for fun, Anne pumped up the size of the tits, enjoying the look of astonishment on the courtesan’s face. Clover shoved a soapy finger up Anne’s ass, cleaning her on the inside too. Then they spun her around and Gem-1 did her back while the spy soaped up her pussy, forcing another moan out of her. She placed a hand on Clover’s neck as her pussy was washed. The teen was also startled by the nanotits. Apparently Kim hadn’t pulled that trick on her.
The soapers smacked her ass cheeks as the first pair had done, the layers of soap producing a much different wet sound, then she moved up the line to the rinse station.
Will and Judy slowly rinsed the soap off her. There were bowls and urns for this purpose, but they were a little heavy, given that the age of light-weight materials was a couple of thousand years away. So the girls just used cupped hands. This was slower, but no one had any urgent appointments anyway. They apparently had plenty of time to kill before Wade would be able to send them home. Ann enjoyed the intimate trickling of the water more than the gush from the bowls anyway. And use of hands was more, er, hands on, wiping the soap away in addition to rinsing. Judy was a little taller than Will, so she rinsed the upper regions, while Will took care of down below. As with the washing, Anne spread her legs wide so that everything could be rinsed. “Ohhhhhhhh,” she moaned as Will diligently rubbed her pussy.
Finally all the soap was gone from Anne’s body and she got her tandem ass smacks. She wanted to stay, but Elyon, the next in line, gently pressed a hand against her back. She reluctantly moved forward, but didn’t leave the pool. Instead, she formed a new station at the end of the line and stood waiting for Elyon to finish the rinse cycle.
When Elyon received her ass smacks and moved forward, she was surprised to find Anne standing there. “What are you supposed to be? I’ve already been washed and rinsed. You have to get out of the pool to be a drier.”
“This is the inspection station.” She bent over and examined Elyon’s tits, then kissed each of them. “These are clean.” She went over the rest of Elyon’s body, marking her approval of each body part’s hygiene with a kiss. while Elyon giggled and squirmed. Then the middle school girl made an inspection of Anne’s body in the same way, kissing her satisfaction with the wash job. Instead of getting out of the pool, Elyon stood opposite Anne and waited for the next in line, which was Jane. Then the two of them fully inspected the elder Jetson.

This established a pattern. As each girl came off the line, she either started or completed an inspection pair. When the head of the line ran out of girls, Taranee and Daphne undressed each other, then went through the wash line themselves. After they were through the wash station, Clover and Geminae 1 passed the soap to Will and Judy and followed them through. Eventually the line turned itself inside out and everybody was clean and had been inspected several times. The other line went through a similar metamorphosis.
Finally all of the girls came out of the water and dried each other off. Brandy shook herself first, drawing a giggle out of everyone.
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Chapter 12 --- Workin’ At the Girl Wash, Yeah