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TiF 3: Stop the Multiverse, I Want to Get Off	By : jackrabbit Category: Kim Possible > Crossover > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 13560 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2 --- Super Horny

Violet Parr morosely sat at the kitchen table with a pile of homework. Hell of a way to spend an awesome Saturday afternoon, she thought. But she was grounded at the moment, which severely curtailed the available options. She was alone in the house. Her mom had taken Jack-Jack somewhere, and her dad had done the same with Dash. Everyone else was having fun, and she was stuck with Louie the Sixteenth. The asshole.
Violet had turned on the police scanner, hoping something would happen that required the services of Fadeout. That was the one thing that would free her from bondage. But it had to be something that the police could not handle on their own, or at least a difficult situation with lives at stake. They did not need invisibility or force fields to deal with most criminals. If she went out to help with something trivial, it would only extend the grounding.
She was startled when her Kimmunicator went off. She hoped that one of her interdimensional friends was calling. Her parents had forbidden regular phone calls, but they hadn’t said anything about calls from other universes. They couldn’t take the Kimmunicator away from her. If she got ripped without it, she would be lost in the Multiverse for the rest of her life and they would never see her again.
But it wasn’t Sharon Spitz or Joss Possible. It was an alert from FEKDIS, telling everyone that a rip sequence had started, originating from the Evoverse. She knew several of the X-girls and wondered who got pulled in this time. Violet felt a mixture of excitement and fear. The Multiverse could be fun, but it could also be deadly, and there was no way to know which until you got there. If you ripped at all. Who got pulled in on a given sequence was random as well.
The Kimmunicator went off again, but this time her mom’s face was on the screen. It had been blank with FEKDIS, who didn’t have a face.
“Hi, Honey,” Helen said. “Did you get the alert?”
“Of course. It’s not as if I ever leave the Kimmunicator in another room.”
“Don’t be snotty. Do you remember the drill?”
“Yeah, yeah. Stay away from people if you can, so that you don’t pull them in if you rip. That’s not really hard at the moment, since I’m stuck here by myself.”
“Put the violin away. If you do get pulled in, be sure to call me on every rip to let me know you’re okay. And again when you get to Lockdown, so that I can stop worrying. You’re a super, and you can take care of yourself. But there are things out in the Multiverse more powerful than you. So be careful.”
“I will, Mom. You be careful too. You can get pulled in just as easy as I can. And there is stuff out there that even Dad can’t survive.”
After disconnecting from her mom, Violet found it hard to concentrate on something as mundane as homework. The Multiverse could call to her at any moment.
Right then another factor entered the mix. According to the scanner, an armed standoff was in progress. And there were hostages.
Damn, she thought. It figures. Now that I need to stay away from people, I need to save some.
She decided to go for it, and ran to her bedroom to change into her super suit. Her family had various mechanisms to prevent people from seeing them leave the house in uniform, but Violet by herself didn’t have to bother with all that. She just turned invisible and left by the front door. Still invisible, she ran several blocks to distance herself from the house, then turned visible after turning in a new direction to hide her point of origin. There was no reason to hide from the public any more. In fact, once she was identified, everyone fought for the honor of transporting her to the crime scene. There were several near-wrecks as everybody tried to pull over at once.
Violet hitched a ride with a guy on a motorcycle and was soon talking to the police at the standoff. They were extremely grateful for her help and gave her a rundown of the situation. The felons were boxed in, trapped in a dead-end alley, but they had plenty of weaponry and a dozen hostages.
Violet went in. Before rounding the corner, she turned invisible again, then threw up her force field and calmly walked toward the trapped criminals. She stood there a few yards from them, completely undetected, while she surveyed the scene. Once she identified the hostages, she created secondary force fields around them, independent of the one protecting her. Her control of her power had increased exponentially since the Syndrome and Underminer incidents.
Once she had latched onto the hostages, she pulled them, gently but firmly, away from their captors. The crooks reacted wildly, throwing bullets everywhere, but Violet and the hostages were protected, and the police were around the corner. So, like in Shakespeare, there was plenty of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Violet towed the confused, energy-encased hostages to the police, who took over their welfare. Then she returned to the still shooting criminals. She dropped the invisibility, hoping they would just surrender when they knew they were dealing with a super.
But they were stubborn. Fine, she thought. She walked forward right into their midst, still protected from the bullets. And they couldn’t shoot at her anyway, without putting themselves in a crossfire. She was a small target and their buddies were on the other side of her. She pushed outward with her field, slowly shoving them against the three walls of the dead end. In seconds, they were stuck against the walls, completely immobilized. She reshaped the field again until it was like half a foot thick. Then she called in the police, who relieved them of their guns and their freedom.
The officer in charge was extremely grateful that no one had been hurt, not even the crooks. “Thank you very much, Fadeout. I gotta tell ya, society is much safer now that the supers are back. Those idiots should never have sent you away.”
“You’re welcome, officer. Not only are we back, but we’re being given a department in Homeland Security.”
The police cheered as Violet left. She gave them a wave and then turned invisible, so that she could avoid the spectators and autograph hounds. Not that she didn’t enjoy that, but if she didn’t go straight home once the crisis was over, she would be in trouble again.
But she didn’t make it out of the alley. Suddenly her surroundings shifted. Now she appeared to be in a school gymnasium. Shit, she thought glumly. Here we go.
Since she was still in her super suit, Violet remained invisible. She had to change into regular clothes, but she hadn’t brought any.
She headed for the girls’ locker room. Once there, she used her power to force one of the lockers open. It appeared to belong to a fat girl, so the clothes were useless. After three more tries, she found something she could wear. She changed, then stuffed the super suit into the locker. No one could steal it. After Lockdown, when teleporting between universes worked again, she could port back here to get it, rolling back time so that she returned only seconds after she left it there. If she didn’t survive the rip sequence, what happened to the suit was irrelevant.
Now visible and wearing regular clothes, Violet went into the main part of the school. The bell rang just as she entered a hallway, giving her a good view of the students. Typical middle school. But she had already known it was her age group, otherwise she wouldn’t have found any clothes she could wear.
Violet wandered around aimlessly, since she really didn’t belong anywhere in this universe, certainly not in a particular classroom. At the junction to a corridor, she saw a group of girls that looked interesting. And cute.
There were four of them. The girl on the right appeared to be a Goth. She had heavy eye shadow, of course. Her hair was mostly dark pink, though part of it was dark purple. The keyword was “dark”. She had a sour expression on her face and a skull emblem on her top, plus the obligatory spiked dog collar.
The second girl was bubbly, with two different shades of brown hair in a complicated pattern. She had no eye shadow, instead piling on the eye liner.
The remaining two girls looked somewhat alike, maybe related. They were Asian and had very long black hair, even longer than hers. Interestingly, both had single, narrow streaks that ran the entire length. But just on one side. The streak was dark red on one, and purple on the other, but the position was exactly the same. Violet wondered if it was gang-related, or some other kind of group identification. The red-streak girl’s hair was hanging free, like Violet’s. The other girl’s was bound into a pony tail.
The purple-streak girl appeared to be a visitor to the country, being introduced to the friends of the other. The brown-haired girl said “welcome to America” in an excessively loud voice, in the classic dumbass mistake of thinking people who spoke a different language were hard of hearing.
Violet looked at the girls carefully. They were striking enough that they could be main characters in whatever show or movie she was trapped in. She and her mom had watched a lot of television shows and movies they would ordinary not watch, just so they could identify the characters if they met them.
And in this case, it worked. Violet suddenly realized that the red-streak girl was Juniper Lee. That meant that the two Caucasians were Jody Irwin and Ophelia Ramirez. She was curious about the other Asian. It wasn’t Lila, the de-furred Sasquatch. Then Violet remembered that in one episode June’s grandmother Jasmine, who she referred to as Ah-Mah, had been age-regressed by some magical being down to 11 years old, same age as June.
Violet was startled when June looked directly at her and signaled “c’mere” with her hand. Numbly, she went over to join the group.
June put her hands on her hips. “If you’re gonna stand over there and stare at us, you might as well come over and say hi.”
“I’m sorry,” Violet said. “I didn’t realize I was. You’re all so cute.” Which of course was true.
You don’t make enemies that way. The girls relaxed somewhat, though Ophelia rolled her eyes.
“Hey!” Jody exclaimed. “You look just like Violet Parr!”
So this was one of the universes with an Incredibles movie. “I should. I played her in the movie.”
They all laughed at that. Ophelia snorted. “Have you even seen it? Last I heard, cartoons didn’t need actresses. Just artists.”
Damn it, Violet thought. In some of the universes, The Incredibles was animated. In others, it was a live-action special-effects extravaganza. Guessed wrong again. But she had a fallback. “I meant I was the voice actress. My name is Sarah Vowell.” Hopefully they didn’t know Sarah was nearly 40 years old by now.
June was skeptical again. “In that case, why would you need to look like her? Nobody saw you.”
But Violet was prepared for even that. “They changed Violet to look like me. In the original character design, she had shorter hair the color of Helen’s, just like Dash’s hair matches his dad’s. But the producer thought my look went with my voice. So they gave Violet my look.”
The girls accepted that as plausible, a little impressed that someone their age had influenced a major motion picture that way. There was no getting around the fact that Violet looked like Violet, which was what had started the conversation in the first place.
“I like you,” Jody said. “We’re all spending the night at my house. Ya wanna come?”
“Sure,” Violet said. What else did she have to do? The other girls seemed to have no objection to the invitation. Not even Ophelia.
Violet had thought she would have to hide out somewhere until school was over, but it turned out the bell she had heard was the last one. So all of them left the campus immediately.

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At Jody’s, they laid on the floor and chattered. Violet’s universe was similar enough to theirs that they had plenty in common. She was a super, but she was also a pre-teen the same age as them. Well, except for Jasmine/Ah-Mah, of course, who was probably bored shitless with kid talk. She had the body of a kid, but the mind of an old lady.
After a while, Violet decided to come clean. “Now that we’re in private, I can tell you...that was all bullshit before. I’m not an actress, voice or any other kind. I actually am Violet Parr.”
They laughed at that. “Sure you are,” June said. “And I’m Bullwinkle with a sex change and antler-ectomy.”
Violet smiled and held up her hand. “Watch this.” The hand seemed to disappear, chopped off at the wrist. Then it reappeared.
Four jaws droppped. “Fuck!” Jody cried.
To continue the show, Violet formed a mini force field around the still-outstretched hand and smacked her other palm against it.
While they looked at her with wide eyes, Violet explained the concept of the Multiverse: with an infinite number of universes, every fictional reality that someone could dream up, cinematic or written, had an actual reality behind it, each in a different universe. Some guy in the Kimverse had made a device that connected the two types of reality, so that shows on cable television became windows into those universes. Kim Possible and a handful of others had been thrown through the interface against their will, crossing into those alternate realities. They made it back, but their hold on their home universe was permanently weakened, so they were periodically pulled back into the Multiverse, freefalling through the universes out of control. Many of those they encountered were also pulled loose, creating a ever-increasing number of Freefallers.
Ophelia blinked. “So the Incredibles really exist in their own universe, and you came from there?”
Violet nodded. “Right. I’m a fictional character to you, and you’re a fictional character to me. In yet other universes we’re all fictional.”
Jasmine spoke up, the conversation having moved a long way from pre-teen chatter. “We are fictional characters in your universe?”
“Sure. The Life and Times of Juniper Lee, on Cartoon Network. All of you are in it.”
The jaws hit the floor again. Then Jody spoke up. “Why make a show about us? We’re just ordinary kids.”
Violet hesitated. Ophelia and Jody didn’t know about the Te Xuan Ze shit. She exchanged glances with June, who looked anxious. “That’s the point. Ordinary kids.” It was plausible, because Sharon’s show was actually like that. “Do you have Braceface here? Your show is along the same lines, becoming a woman and boys and shit.”
Ophelia and Jody accepted the explanation. June and Jasmine looked relieved that that line of inquiry had been defused.
As if the girls weren’t dazed enough, the situation escalated when Violet’s Kimmunicator beeped again. She answered and turned up the volume. The others heard the electronic voice of FEKDIS. “I am happy to report that Freefallers Amara Aquilla and Rogue No-last-name have ripped into your current universe, plus two passives. Their position is roughly one quarter mile north of you.”
“Thanks, FEDKIS. By the way, the code name for this universe will be Juneverse.”
“Recorded. Good luck with the remainder of the sequence, Freefaller Violet Parr.”
“Amara is a trainee of the X-Men,” Violet told the others, getting another round of shocked looks. “I met her on my first rip sequence. Four of the X-girls helped us defeat the Underminer. If I call Amara, can you guide her here?”
A short time later, Amara, Rogue, Jen, and Kirsten arrived. Jody’s bedroom was getting crowded. Amara and Violet embraced each other and kissed, then introduced their respective groups. Rogue and Ophelia had an immediate affinity, of course. There was more discussion about the Multiverse and ripping. Jen and Kirsten testified that ripping didn’t hurt, but was confusing as fuck.
A little later, the three veteran Freefallers held a whispered conference while the others continued to get acquainted. “Have your girls been popped yet?” Violet asked.
Amara giggled softly. “They don’t even know the cocks are contagious yet. We never got around to telling them. But they should be nano-active by now. Would you like to pop them? We’ll load your girls with bots.”
The conspirators rejoined the others, then broke everyone into three groups according to the plan: Violet took Jen and Kirsten; Rogue picked Ophelia and Jasmine; Amara wound up with Jody and June.
Given her actual age and decades of sexual experience, Jasmine assumed she would be doing most of the teaching tonight, surprising the physically oldest girl with her expertise. Even though Violet knew her secret, Rogue might not. For traditional lesbian sex, she would have indeed been the master. But tonight she would soon find herself to be the padawan.
The threesome started with a triple kiss, after Rogue retrieved her all-important bracelet from its hidey-hole. Without it, the kiss would have been a far different experience for the other two. They rubbed Rogue’s tits, impressed by their size, even after adjusting for her greater age, and were surprised by the lack of a bra. As she kissed, Ophelia ran her fingers over the spikes on Rogue’s collar, while the older girl did the same with hers.
Jasmine realized that Rogue was even less experienced than she thought, less than even June and the other pre-teens. “Are you a virgin, Rogue?”
“I was until just a coupla months ago,” the mutant said simply. She didn’t explain that the problem had been physical rather than emotional/psychological.
Jasmine decided to concentrate on pleasuring Rogue, though she wouldn’t neglect Ophelia.
Unlike Rogue, Amara had been sexually active all along, well before nano changed everything. She held her two charges, kissing them and massaging the smaller tits. They squirmed in her arms and handled her larger mammaries.
Violet took charge of her group. The Mallverse girls were not used to following the directions of someone so much younger than themselves, but she obviously knew what was going on and they didn’t have a clue. So they followed her lead. Besides, she was cute. It wasn’t as if they didn’t want to have sex with her.
After a little kissing, Violet took off their tops, noting that they had received their force bras. She had thought so, due to their behavior earlier. They kept looking down, as if to make sure their tits were still there. Even small tits had some weight, and now theirs didn’t. It was disconcerting at first.
Violet took off her own blouse. The girls were amazed that someone her age had bigger tits than they did. But that was about to change. “Would you like for your tits to be bigger?” she asked softly.
“Well, duh,” Jen said.
“Totally duh,” Kirsten agreed.
“Okay, close your eyes and think about it. Think about what size you want them to be. What it would feel like to touch them at that size. For me to touch them.”
The control bots resided in the brain and worked by mental command. Once they determined what body change a person wanted, they would direct the worker bots to implement it. But you had to learn how to communicate with them. Barking orders like a drill sergeant didn’t work. You had to pass nonverbal visualizations.
Jasmine ate Rogue’s pussy, while Rogue serviced Ophelia’s. The old/young girl’s expert cunnilingus made it more difficult for Rogue to concentrate, making her performance on Ophelia even worse. Like Nikki earlier, the smaller Goth girl didn’t mind the mutant’s clumsiness. It still felt good. She stroked Rogue’s hair as she was licked. Her pussy was flowing, giving Rogue more to lick up.
Amara had placed June and Jody on top of each other, facing up, while she ate both pussies. She licked one while fingering the other, then alternated repeatedly. It was also a clandestine scouting mission. As she probed the pussies, she estimated what size cock they could take comfortably. She could morph any size she wanted, limited only by body mass. Since they were smaller than her, the limit was not likely to be an issue.
The girls didn’t know that was coming, of course, and enjoyed the here and now, moaning and pressing their heads together. Jody, who was on top, rubbed Amara’s neck, while June reached up to squeeze Jody’s tits.
Kirsten concentrated, thinking about the tits she would like to have. Soon she started feeling something strange in that area, sort of a tingling. Something was happening. And more strangely, it felt as if there was more flesh now. She fluttered her eyes open wildly and looked downward. Her tits were growing! She grabbed them and could feel them slowly expand in her hands. With wide eyes, she watched the growth continue until the tits reached the size she had imagined. Not huge, but plenty to grab onto. She moved them around on her chest, then mashed them together. Cleavage! Violet had turned off the force bras, so Kirsten could feel the weight of them.
Jen’s bots engaged a few seconds later, but she went through the same journey of amazed exploration. The two girls looked at each other with open mouths. “Oh my fucking god!” Without a mirror, they could see each other’s tits easier than their own and marveled at how good they looked. They squeezed each other’s brand new tits.
Violet turned the force bras on again, causing the new tits to float as easily as the originals, despite the additional mass. Then she directed the girls to use the same technique to get rid of all body hair. The mutant watched the public hair of both retract into the body and disappear. Even the follicles were now gone. “No shaving ever again. Anywhere.” She smiled at the two older girls. “You know what happens next, right?”
The next step took several tries, because the girls were too excited to concentrate. But the cocks finally formed. Jen and Kirsten touched them and poked at them, rolling them around, astonished that they could feel sensation in them. Then they crossed arms to play with each other’s. Violet took over then, taking both girlcocks into her hands and stroking the heads with her thumbs. Both girls moaned simultaneously. “Oooooooooohhhhhhh.” The dicks started hardening immediately.
Rogue’s group had altered the chain. Now Rogue ate Jasmine, while the pseudo-child performed the honors on Ophelia. Like the others, Jasmine accepted what Rogue could do, with gratitude. The girl was trying, and hopefully learning. She gave pointers in between slurps of Ophelia’s pussy. Rogue listened and adjusted her technique accordingly. But behind the scenes, she was also doing something else. She had already nanomorphed and was playing with the result to bring it online.
Amara’s group had also formed a chain. She ate June, while Jody took care of her. Amara placed a hand on Jody’s cheek as the younger girl licked her pussy. Suddenly she pulled the pussy away, while simultaneously covering Jody’s eyes with the top the girl had been wearing, while leaving the lower part of her face in the open. Now that Jody was blind, Amara nanomorphed and bounced the new dong off Jody’s nose. The pre-teen could tell that it was shaped like a cock, but not surprisingly, it never occurred to her that it might be alive. She tried to capture it with her mouth, but Amara pulled it away and she sucked open air. After a couple more boinks and misses, the mutant let Jody have the cock.
Jody actually didn’t like sex toys, preferring real flesh in every situation. But if Amara wanted her to suck on the fake dick, she would. At least it was very realistic and she could pretend that it was alive. She diddled herself as she blew what she thought was a dildo.
Amara had stopped licking June while she set up Jody, though she stroked the pussy to avoid neglecting the Asian girl. Now that Jody was going strong, she returned to eating the pussy.
As usually happened with new girlcocks, Jen and Kirsten were fully hard almost immediately. Violet continued to lightly stroke the two dicks, kneeling between the two girls. These were nice ones. Kirsten’s dick was a little bigger, but only slightly. Violet really wanted one of them inside her, or even both at once, but there was no point in trying. The girls would not last long enough. They would fire their loads before she even got a good start. She would skip this round for herself and enjoy seeing how far they would shoot. Hopefully she could get fucked by somebody before they ripped to the next dimension. She periodically stopped jerking one or the other of the girls to quickly diddle herself with that hand. The slight lulls would not make much difference in the premature ejac.
Rogue’s chain had shuffled again. Jasmine and Ophelia had switched places. For the first time, Jasmine was being pleasured while not doing the same for someone else. Rogue was still at the end of the chain, but now she was licking Ophelia again. The mutant had rolled over on her stomach while the other two swapped, to hide the dick. Now she pulled it out again. She had a raging hardon and now it was time for it to join the party.
Ophelia was lying flat, which was fine for cunnilingus, but not for what Rogue wanted to do. She pulled upward on the thighs. Ophelia got the idea and got on her knees, assuming Rogue wanted to put her head underneath. She resumed eating Jasmine. Then she felt something hard bump against her vulva. Hey, she thought. That feels like... But the unknown object was already inward bound. “Huh?” She looked back at Rogue in surprise. Where had the strapon come from? But then she decided she didn’t care. Wherever it originated, it felt fucking good. She pushed back against Rogue. The cunnilingus was more difficult with the jolts, but she managed.
Jody sucked on the “dildo” for all she was worth, assuming Amara was watching. What was the point otherwise? I’ll bet a guy would be on the ropes after this, she thought. Even if I do say so myself. Too bad this fucking thing can’t feel nothin’. It is getting hard, though. Then she suddenly stopped in shock. Wait a minute! How can it get hard? She ripped off the makeshift blindfold, popped the “dildo” out of her mouth, and looked at it, finding it attached to Amara. And no straps to be found. “Ack! What the fuck?!” She looked up at the mutant girl, to receive a grin in return.
Jen and Kirsten were on sensory overload. They were getting a tremendous amount of sensation from body parts that they shouldn’t even have. The two girls held onto each other and gasped. Violet could tell they were almost at the end of the line. It was hard to tell which was more constant, the moaning or the precum leaking from both barrels. Just for fun, she slightly angled the dicks toward each other.
Jen suddenly let go, launching a huge streamer from the girlcock. “Yeeeeaaaaggggghhh!” Because of the angle, it actually landed on Kirsten’s tit, which was of course a better target than it was before. Jen’s balls pumped again, sending another glob after the first one, landing almost in the same place. Three more and then Kirsten’s dick decided to retaliate, shooting a cum bomb onto Jen. The phallic artillery continued, the girls coating each other with cum. The barrage went on a little while, but then Jen started to slow down. She had started first, so she would finish first. Kirsten fired a few parting shots and then her dick subsided too.
The two of them were barely conscious. Violet noticed that Jen’s eyes were crossed, so she snapped her fingers in front of the redhead’s face to give her something to track on. She was able to realign, though her eyes were the only part of her capable of moving.
Ophelia realized she was being selfish. Jasmine would probably like being fucked too. She reached back and pushed against Rogue’s thighs, indicating she wanted Rogue to stop. Then she moved aside. “Jasmine, you can take my place.” The old young girl backed up to where Ophelia had been and Rogue resumed pounding with the replacement pussy. Ophelia had been looking at Jasmine rather than Rogue during the changeover. She realized that she hadn’t seen what the strapon looked like. So she went behind Rogue. Then she was perplexed, because she couldn’t find the straps. How was it attached? Finally she laid on the floor and looked between Rogue’s legs, to see the balls swinging forward and back with the thrusts. What the fuck?
Ophelia pulled Rogue backward, popping the dick out of Jasmine, who looked back to see what was going on back there. Then the goth girl just looked at the dick, finally poking the tip. It leaked precum on her finger. “Son of a bitch!” She licked up the precum, plus Jasmine’s juice, then let Rogue continue, sitting there with a dazed look on her face.
Jasmine enjoyed the reaming, not knowing there was anything unusual about it.
A few feet away, Jody bounced on Amara’s dick. June waited impatiently for her turn, while grabbing at her friend’s tits as they moved up and down. But suddenly the wait for the cock was over. Even though Jody had not given up hers, another was available. Violet had changed over and played with it until she was hard enough to put it somewhere. She laid down beside Amara, and June climbed aboard, impaling herself with Violet’s cock. June and Jody synchronized, holding hands as they bounced in lockstep.
Jen and Kirsten had recovered enough to watch. After cleaning themselves up, they sat there observing the fucking.
Rogue switched back to Ophelia. Jasmine finally realized that the strapon was not a strapon, and went through the same cycle of shock as Ophelia. Then she handled Rogue’s tits as the mutant pounded Ophelia.
The two groups merged together in a free-for-all. The three girls with cocks, or rather the three with still-hard cocks, distributed themselves amongst the four girls with pussies, penetrating each at least once. They changed up the positions on each switch.
Finally it was the final push. Violet fucked Jasmine as hard as she could, while Rogue reamed June and Amara fucked the shit out of Ophelia. Jody was odd girl out and diddled herself in a frenzy.
Amara suddenly pulled out, moved to the other end, and unloaded in Ophelia’s mouth. The goth girl gurgled, but managed to swallow all of the spooge. She touched the balls as they pumped the remainder down her throat. She finished herself off with the dick still in her mouth. Violet sprayed cum into Jasmine, igniting the old/young love tunnel into a huge orgasm. Rogue, June, and Jody managed to cum almost simultaneously. The sex organs warred inside June, while Jody churned in parallel.
The group laid there holding each other for a while, completely wiped out. With direction from the veterans, Jen and Kirsten returned to their normal configuration. Keeping the larger tits, of course. As soon as she had enough energy, Rogue gathered her clothes and held them against her, like always. She used her pants as insulation so she could continue to hold Ophelia and June after putting the bracelet back into its holster.
The other girls followed Rogue’s example. Just holding the clothing against them didn’t detract from the conversation.
But soon something else interfered with the conversation. Some of those conversing disappeared. Amara, June, and Ophelia were gone. Then a few minutes later Rogue, Jen, and Jody were missing as well.
Violet looked at Kirsten and Jasmine. “Well, it’s just you and me, kids.”
Then the nice warm house was gone. They were sitting in fucking snow.
“Jesus!” Violet yelled. She jumped up and hurriedly put on her clothes, moving faster than she had for a long time. But it wasn’t going to help much, because the clothes were lightweight. And it was almost dark, so it would get colder yet.
By now the other two had dressed, but their clothes were no heavier than hers.
The three of them looked around. There was a light not far away, what looked like a campfire. They ran in that direction. But as they came close, something loomed up in front of them with a tremendous roar. It was a huge fucking polar bear.
Violet jumped back in shock, then threw up a force field around herself and her companions. The bear looked at them malevolently, but did not attack. Not yet, anyway.
The threesome heard feet running through the snow and a girl’s voice. “Iorek! Iorek Byrnison!”
A girl of about the same age as the Freefallers ran up and stopped beside the giant bear. “What is happening, Iorek?”
The bear spoke in a voice like the rumble of thunder. “Intruders, child. I do not know their intentions.”
There was another animal, a small one, hanging around the girl. But it didn’t have a constant form. It kept changing from one animal shape to another in rapid succession. In a space of seconds, it was a bird, then a mouse, a cat, and so on.
The girl looked at Violet, Kirsten, and Jasmine, who stood there shivering. The force field stopped the wind, but not the cold. “They don’t look like they are agents of the Gobblers or the Magisterium. They’re kids, so maybe they escaped from the Gobblers like Billy Costa did. But I can find out who they are.” She reached into a bag and pulled out something that glinted brilliantly even in the failing light. It appeared to be some sort of device, in the shape of a fat frisbee.
Violet suddenly realized who the girl was. Lyra Belacqua. And the device in her hand was the Golden Compass.
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Chapter 2 --- Super Horny