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TiF 2: So Many Universes, So Little Time	By : jackrabbit Category: Kim Possible > Crossover > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8863 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 6 --- They Said You Was Hung (And They Was Right)

As with Will’s group, those who had ripped with Irma realized that despite her age, she knew more about the situation they were in. After registration and kit retrieval, FEKDIS remained on the line and provided some news. “I am happy to inform you that Freefaller Brandy Harrington has also ripped to your current universe. The spacial coordinates indicate that she is less than a mile from your position. I have informed her of your presence as well. She is waiting for your contact.”
Irma immediately called Brandy’s Kimmunicator. After the greetings, they tried to determine their relative positions. It appeared that Brandy’s group was farther from town, but on the same side, so they would come to Irma’s location.
About twenty minutes later, the groups combined, eight in all. Irma and Brandy embraced and kissed excitedly, not having seen each other since the Lockdown orgy after the initial rip sequence, way back in the Forumverse. Both had been involuntary participants in subsequent rips, but not the same sequences.
“So who do we have here?” Irma asked.
“This is my adopted sister Chelsea and the other two are Kim’s, a friend and a cousin. Bonnie and Joss.”
“Kim Possible is in this rip?”
“Yeah, with my other three sisters, her mom, and another friend of hers.”
Susan was properly astonished to meet an anthropomorphic dog and cat. Zoe and Kaylee were as well. Even though they were crewmen in space, they had not met aliens. In contrast, Princess Leia had taken Brandy in stride during the first ripfest. There were all kinds of aliens in the Forceverse.
“This is Susan Vandom, Will’s mom,” Irma said. “Will is out there somewhere with mine.” She introduced the other two in her party as well. Everyone got face-licked by Brandy. The others settled for handshakes.
Brandy was relieved to have someone else to take command of her group.
“We need to find out where we are,” Irma said. “Does anyone here like western movies?”
The Serenity girls didn’t even understand the question. She explained how ripping was based on cable television in the Kimverse. It didn’t create the realities, but it connected to the actual realities that matched the show, out of the infinite number of realities in the Multiverse. “So if we can figure out what movie or TV show we are in, we will know what to do.”
“Actually,” Susan said, “I’ve seen a lot of westerns, including the old ones.”
“I’ve been looking around while we talked,” Zoe said. “There have been a lot of wagons heading into town, none coming out. Some sort of event is taking place.”
Everyone looked where she was pointing, to see still more wagons. “Looks like everyone is dressed up,” Joss said. “Frontier-wear fer sure.”
“Mrs. Vandom and I will go into town to reconnoiter,” Irma said.
Irma used her Kimmunicator to take a picture of a wagon with both women and girls, then called Freefaller Support again. “FEKDIS, babe, we need some clothes like that.” Measurements were not needed. A body scan with the Kimmunicator was part of registration. FEKDIS had an automated garment fabrication attachment, so the clothes arrived in less than five minutes.
In town, Irma and Susan followed the crowd, soon finding themselves looking at a gallows. “Holy shit!” Irma said.
“Indeed,” Susan agreed. “Well, this could be a lot of movies. There was a scam in the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly where the Man With No Name would turn in the Ugly for a reward, then would shoot the rope when they went to hang him. But the people in Spaghetti Westerns were scruffy, not well-dressed like these. And they always wore heavy overcoats, even in the blazing heat.”
“I’m hot enough in this shit.” Irma hadn’t worn full-length dresses too many times, not to mention a hat.
No matter who was in charge of the group, Susan did not plan to let Irma witness a hanging, nor did she want to watch one herself. So they would find out as much as they could and then leave before the actual event. She was startled to hear music, and looked over to see a couple of wandering minstels, one black and the other short and stocky, playing banjos and singing, with guitars strapped on their backs. Musical entertainment at a hanging?
Irma and Susan discussed the best way to ask someone in the crowd exactly who was being hanged, without making themselves conspicuous. Cerainly that would help identify the movie, and their course of action. However, it turned out that they did not have to approach anyone. The minstrels came to them.
“Hello, lovely ladies,” the black one said, as both of them tipped their hats. “Fine day for a hangin’, ain’t it?”
“Uh, yes, kind sir. We’re not from around these parts. May I ask who will meet his maker today?”
To her astonishment, they strummed up their banjos and started to sing. “Well now friends just lend an ear / for you’re now about to hear / the Ballad of Cat Ballou. / It’s a song that’s newly made / and Professor Sam the Shade / and the Sunrise Kid are singin’ it for you.”
During the musical introductions, the men made half-bows toward each other, indicating that the short guy was Sam and the black one was the Kid.
“It’s a hangin’ day / in Wolf City, Wyomin’ / Wolf City, Wyomin’ / Eight...teen...nine...tee...fourrrr / They’re gonna drop Cat Ballou-ou / through the gallows floorrrrrrrr!”
There were a few more verses, then they finished up with: “Cat Balloooou, Cat Ballooo-ooo-ooou, she’s mean and evil through and through!”
Tipping their hats again, Sam and the Sunrise Kid moved on. Susan turned to Irma. “Well, now we know. Let’s get back to the others.” They made their way back to the edge of town, avoiding the throng of people going in the opposite direction, finally rejoining the others in their hiding place.
“Well?” Zoe asked. “Do we know what we are doing?”
“Yes,” Susan answered. “We are blowing town, going with Cat Ballou.”
Irma looked at her in surprise. “Huh? She’s about to be strung up. She won’t be going anywhere. And those guys said she’s an outlaw and killed a guy.”
“No to all that. She won’t be hanged because her friends will rescue her. She isn’t really an outlaw, she just wanted to punish the town for killing her father and stealing the family ranch. The murder she is accused of was an accident. She’s the good guy and we should go with her rather than have anything to do with the assholes in this town.”
They hurriedly worked out a plan. FEKDIS supplied cowgirl outfits for everyone, then they went to the livery stable and picked out horses.
Joss was nervous. “If we’re hoss thieves, won’t they string us up too?”
“Everybody is at the hanging. Cat makes a clean getaway. Kid Shellene prevents the pursuit. If we go with them, we’ll be safe.”
Susan checked out the main street again, which was now empty, and found the beer wagon. “The getaway comes through here. So take the horses and wait well outside town, out there.” She pointed in the direction opposite the gallows.
Susan found a spot just past the beer wagon and waited, sitting on her horse, ready to ride. There was Kid Shellene, on his horse, which was leaning against the wall with both sets of legs crossed. Shellene was in a drunken stupor as he should be.
Susan tried to remember the scene at the gallows. Just as the floor opened, the fake preacher Uncle Jed would cut the rope and Cat would fall through, to be caught by Clay and bundled into the glass-sided, horse-drawn hearse that was supposed to have carried her body away. Jackson the Injun would hijack the hearse, and take off through town, while Jed jumped down from the gallows to ride shotgun.
The question was when all this would happen. Surely it would be soon. The people wouldn’t want to stand out there all day. Also, the street was deserted, indicating everybody was there. Certainly she couldn’t tell anything based on the readiness of Shellene. He looked dead, rather than just drunk.
But then it happened. She heard the hooves and the rumble of the approaching hearse, which then flashed by at breakneck speed. Shellene came back to life, rolled around on his horse for a while, unable to sit up straight, and accidentally shot down a banner over the street, which fell and entangled the pursuers. Then he scared the horses of the beer wagon and the kegs in the overturned wagon exploded, the streams of beer dismounting the rest of the riders. Finally Shellene took off after the hearse, more off the horse than on.
Susan spurred her own horse and took off after Shellene. As she passed the edge of town, she saw Sam the Shade and the Sunrise Kid standing there singing again. “So she rode away / just where now is a myst’ry / but Cat rode into hist’ry / and...her...legend...grewwwwww. / She was the Queen of the Outlaws, / Her Highness Cat Balloooou!”
Susan looked ahead to see that the other girls were already at a gallop, following Shellene and the hearse. She pushed her horse harder to catch up with them.
Once they were all together, they picked up speed and started gaining on Cat, veering off to a parallel course. They kept their arms up high, holding the reins with one hand and waving with the other, to show both friendliness and lack of weapons. Eventually they were even with the hearse, running alongside. Jackson and Uncle Jed looked at them warily, but did not draw any guns. They could see Cat and Clay also viewing them through the glass sides of the hearse. Kid Shellene had finally fallen off his horse and was way behind.
A few miles later, Cat’s gang ditched the hearse, while the Queen of the Outlaws changed clothes, then they all mounted the horses that had been tied up, waiting. The Freefallers just sat there during the interlude, making no threatening moves. Then the combined group was at the gallop again.
Jackson and Clay were up front, leading the way to Hole in the Wall. Cat dropped back even with Susan and just looked at the group galloping alongside her. Her eyes widened when she got a clear look at Brandy and Chelsea. Susan had to admit that a full size dog and cat wearing cowboy hats and riding horses wasn’t an everyday thing for her either.
“Who are you people?” Cat yelled over the thundering hooves.
“Friends. We aren’t from town. But we know about your father and that Sir Harry was an accident. We’ll tell you the rest when we get to Hole in the Wall.”
Cat looked surprised again. The mysterious strangers knew things no one else could. No one outside of the gang anyway. But she believed their claim of friendship and they all rode on.
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At Hole in the Wall, the guys went into the saloon while the girls found a room upstairs, one that the saloon girls weren’t using to turn tricks at the moment.
“We’re only here to rest,” Cat said. “According to Butch Cassidy, Hole in the Wall can’t be defended if the attacking force is really determined. We’ll be moving on in a little while.”
Susan noted that Cat’s speech pattern wasn’t typical of what one associated with the Old West. But then she remembered that Frankie Ballou had sent his daughter to a finishing school back East.
“I’m kinda hot and dusty,” Susan said. “Is there time to take a bath before we hit the trail again?”
Cat looked at her appraisingly. “There aren’t enough bathtubs for everyone, only three in the entire building. We’ll have to double up.”
“How about if we triple up?” Kaylee suggested. “That way it works out just right. There’s nine of us.” She had been rather quiet, out of her element with no starship engines in Wolf City, but taking baths with other girls was something she could relate to.
Since this was 1894, there was of course no running water, certainly not hot. Cat coerced her gang into putting the bathtubs together, hauling the water, and heating it. In return, they would be allowed to watch.
While the preparations were being made, Irma suddenly realized that the nanobots of Brandy’s group were almost certainly running Phase 3. It was pretty much guaranteed that Bonnie and Joss were. After confirming this with Brandy, she advised her own group. “Before this is over, make sure you get fucked by Brandy, Chelsea, Bonnie, or Joss. That way when you go nano, you’ll be at Phase 3, so you can have a dick and big tits at the same time.”
In the meantime, Chelsea was giving her own advice to Brandy. “Don’t cum inside anyone.” As an adult, she was aware of the canine anatomical issues, and explained them to Brandy. “You should wait until we’re back home and things are calm before you get stuck inside anyone. For now, you can fuck them, but pull out before you cum and do it on them.” Brandy was mildly disappointed, but still excited that she was about to use her dick for the first time. For that matter, so was Chelsea, who was especially happy that she wouldn’t have the swelling problem herself. Just one more way cats are superior to dogs, she thought.
By now the bathtubs were set up, plenty of hot water ready. Cat’s gang sat down for the show, under orders to stay well away from the entertainers. Kid Shellene was missing. He had finally staggered into the saloon, guzzled another bottle, and had promptly passed out. Clay shrugged. “There’s somethin’ wrong with a man what cares more about booze than about pussy.” Uncle Jed, Butch Cassidy, and Jackson Two-Bears nodded sagely at such a profound statement. Even Butch, at his age, didn’t want to miss this.
Since the girls were of different sizes, it made more sense to balance them out amongst the bathtubs rather than have three adults cramped up in the same one. Also, each bathtub needed at least one girl not only nano-active, but running Phase 3.
So the trios were Cat, Irma, and Chelsea; Zoe, Bonnie, and Brandy; Susan, Kaylee, and Joss. Since the last trio was the only one with two grown women, the smallest girl belonged with them.
Before starting, the threesomes kissed and held each other. Irma and Cat were astonished, as Joss had been earlier, by the strong purring emanating from Chelsea. They just stood there and let the vibration run through them.
“You have the most beautiful fur,” Cat said, stroking Chelsea’s head. “I love that you have the calico pattern on your face too.” She gently pressed a finger against one of the orange blotches on the catgirl’s cheek.
Chelsea opened her eyes and smiled. “Thanks. By the way, why do you call yourself Cat? Not that I don’t like it, of course.”
“It’s short for my real name. Catherine.”
“On top of that, women have always been assocated with cats,” Irma added. “We have ‘catfights’, we ‘act catty’, and shit like that.”
Chelsea laughed. “Well, we’ll try not to fight this time.” She started unbuttoning Cat’s shirt. Once there was enough to open, she pushed her hand inside and rubbed the tit. Cat was not wearing anything underneath the shirt, and of course no one else was either, having sworn off physical bras completely.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” Cat moaned. “Your fur feels wonderful. Especially there.”
While Chelsea unbuttoned Cat, Irma did the same with her, squeezing the furry tits and pressing her own bigger-than-normal pair against the catgirl’s back.
While Chelsea dealt with the upper regions, Cat reached lower, undoing the feline girl’s belt and unzipping the jeans. Then she shoved a hand into the panties and found the kitty’s kitty. “Mmmmmmmmmmm,” Chelsea murmured. They could feel her purring again, though not as strongly.
Cat and Chelsea continued undressing each other, then they stripped Irma. Cat encountered the pads of the force bras on both girls, and found them peculiar, but they were mundane compared to everything else, so she ignored them.
In the meantime, Zoe, Bonnie, and Brandy were fondling and undressing each other. The three of them provided an interesting contrast in skin tones, or fur color in Brandy’s case. Zoe’s black was in stark opposition to Brandy’s cream color, with Bonnie’s tan in between. Bonnie had arranged it so that she was facing Brandy, so that someone else would get whacked with the tail this time. Zoe was startled by the pummeling, but quickly figured out the standard technique for tail restraint, which was to grab it, or at least use a forearm as a barrier. She was impressed by Brandy’s tits, rather big for someone the doggygirl’s size, but of course Zoe no idea that the tits had only been there a few hours. Bonnie kissed Zoe around Brandy’s head.
As always, Brandy’s jeans and panties had to be pulled off past the tail, as did Chelsea’s. Of course, the pets had been lucky to have tail-holes in the jeans in the first place. Fortunately, FEKDIS had been programmed for such a bizarre alteration during Brandy’s past rips.
Since Joss was so much shorter than the women, she took care of their lower regions, unzipping and dropping both pairs of jeans, while they stripped each other on top. Then both knelt to undress Joss. Kaylee was simply amazed that a skinny ten-year-old could have such nice tits. Susan was familiar with nanoboobs on young girls, since her own daughter had them, but she suddenly realized that those attached to Joss wouldn’t be going away when it came time to pop out a dick. Like her daughter, she resolved to partake of some Phase 3 jizz as soon as possible.
By this time, everybody was ready for the tub, naked and excited. Before they climbed in, Irma dropped down, spread Chelsea’s legs, and took a few licks of the pussy’s pussy. Having had a lot of sex with Brandy, she had no qualms about doing that. Kim had told her that a Phase 3 upgrade only took between ten and thirty minutes, dependent on how many control bots were transferred. It was just a software change, no manufacturing of new bots required. So if she got the upgrade started now, she might not have to lose her tits when it was time for the dong. Following Irma’s example, Susan did the same with Joss. There was no reason for anyone else to jump the gun this way, because it only worked for those who were already nano-active. Chelsea and Joss were already wet because of all the touching.
The girls got into the tubs. The water level seemed a little low when getting in, but with the displacement of three female bodies rather than one, it rose to an acceptable level.
In tub number one, Cat got in first, sliding all the way back, then Chelsea as the next largest, facing in the same direction, then Irma in front. Once settled in position, they leaned back against the girl behind. With all three bodies against each other, Chelsea started purring again, vibrating both of the other girls simultaneously. The purring was so strong that Irma half-expected it to make waves in the water. She pressed her head against Chelsea’s.
Zoe, Bonnie, and Brandy used the same configuration, since they also had graduated sizes, and putting the smaller girls in back didn’t make much sense. Brandy blissfully leaned back against Bonnie. The tail was finally still, because there was no place for it to go, and it took more effort to wag underwater anyway.

The temperature was fine. The water had been a little hot when first poured in, which was one of the reasons the undressing had been so slow. A couple of the girls felt it was still a little hotter than they liked, but they realized than once it cooled that was it. The guys would be too busy jerking off to heat up more. It was assumed they would be doing that, given that they were sitting far apart from each other.
Cat reached around Chelsea and squeezed the furry tits. The catgirl did the same with Irma’s. That established a pattern. Whatever Cat did with Chelsea was passed down the line. A cheek stroke, pussy rub, and other caresses were echoed. Then Cat turned Chelsea’s head around for a hesitant kiss. The catgirl passed that along as well, though it couldn’t be done simultaneously like the other things. Cat played with Chelsea’s ears. That was also passed down to Irma, though it wasn’t exactly the same with human ears. Irma initiated a few actions in the opposite direction, reaching behind herself to rub Chelsea’s pussy and wriggling her back against the catgirl’s tits. These movements were dutifully passed back to Cat. Not surprisingly, Irma’s backward caresses were limited.
The actions of Zoe, Bonnie, and Brandy were similar, though not coordinated. Zoe fondled Bonnie, while the teen independently fondled Brandy, but not doing the same things at the same time. Zoe occasionally reached past Bonnie to pet Brandy’s head or play with her ears. This stirred the water a little as Brandy tried to wag her tail as well as she could.
The third threesome took a different approach, the adults sitting facing each other with Joss in the middle. This was a little more complicated regarding placement of legs, but those of Joss were much shorter. But it did give everyone better access to each other. Joss was the only one who had to reach backward, but only for Kaylee. She had no difficulty touching Susan. The two adults leaned forward to kiss each other, mashing Joss with both sets of tits.
The girls washed each other thoroughly and playfully. Then it was time for the really fun stuff.
Chelsea was really excited, so much that she couldn’t think straight. This was to be her first experience of penetrative sex, in either direction. She hadn’t been penetrated, except for fingers and small dildos, and she hadn’t penetrated someone else at all. She hadn’t even nanomorphed before, except for that one trial run before the mall. The fact that she would shock the hell out of Cat by doing it was just icing on the cake.
The feline girl stood up in the bathtub and turned around so that she was facing Cat, while Irma reversed direction as well. The outlaw queen leaned forward, preparing to eat the pussy, but she drew back again in shock when she found that it suddenly wasn’t there any more. “Oh, my god!! You didn’t have that when I washed down there!”
“Do you want me to get rid of it?” Chelsea teased.
“No, no!” Cat reached out and touched the kittycock. “Sweet jesus, it’s real. And big. And no fur on it.” She took it into her mouth.
“Ooooooohhhhhh,” Chelsea moaned, overcome with sensation by the first touch of her dick. Then she got a double dose as Irma licked her asshole. She placed a hand on both of their heads. Irma gently grasped the soft tail, not because it was thumping her like that of the dogs, but because it just felt nice.
Zoe was already familiar with girlcocks, so Brandy and Bonnie just changed over. Brandy’s equipment hadn’t been used before, however, so she was just as excited as Chelsea. Zoe was in the best situation of the nano-applicants, as both of her partners were running Phase 3. The two teens sat on the edge of the tub, on opposite sides, and Zoe blew both of them in alternation, playing with whichever dick she was not sucking. Brandy’s tail was back in motion again, wagging faster than ever in tribute to her first blow job. “Uhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned, overcome by the brand new sensation.
Kaylee had to scrunch down in the tub, since the dick of Joss was at a lower level than the others, even when standing. Susan hadn’t popped hers out yet, because she didn’t want to banish the larger tits. Every minute or so she would attempt to nanomorph, and it would not work because of the “one change at a time” limitation of Phase 2. But it might work the next time, so she kept trying.
In the meantime, Joss was getting harder. If Kaylee had been impressed by the girl’s boobs, the dick size floored her. This ten-year-old girl had a bigger dick than most grown men she knew, including the guy she had fucked to get on the Serenity crew. By now Kaylee could go hands-free, so she squeezed the girl’s ass with one hand, and poked her asshole with the other.
If Cat had been shocked by the girlcocks, especially on an actual cat, it was nothing compared to her gang. The guys were so surprised that they stopped jerking. Then they jerked harder than ever.
By now Irma’s upgrade was complete. She nanomorphed to a dick without having to loose her tits first. She played with it while continuing to tongue Chelsea’s ass. Unfortunately for Chelsea, nobody had suggested that she back off as had been done for Rachel. Her dick had gotten hard almost immediately, and it was only a few minutes later that she let go, with a “rowrrrrrr” like that of a miniature tigress. She poured what seemed to Cat like gallons of cum down the outlaw’s throat. Cat had to swallow several times to capture it and wasn’t quite successful. Streams of cum ran down her mouth and off the chin. Rather than waste any precious nanobots, Irma quickly reached around Chelsea and scooped up the dribble with her finger, redepositing it in Cat’s mouth.
Now that a dazed Chelsea was on the sidelines, Irma had to take over. “Sorry, babe. Premature ejac ain’t just a guy thing any more.”
Fortunately Irma was semi-hard from her own jerking. Cat brought her the rest of the way online, hoping she would actually get fucked this time.
And so she was. Irma indicated that the woman should turn around, then bend over lower her ass to the teen’s level. When the target pussy was in reach, she plunged the dick into it. “Ohhhhhhhh,” was the response. Cat braced herself on the edge of the tub and lost herself to the feeling of Irma’s tool in her.
Bonnie let Brandy have the first shot at Zoe, and helped her with the insertion. Then she plunged her own dick into Brandy’s ass. While the canine girl was a virgin with a dick, her asshole had received plenty of action. Both Zoe and Bonnie had to adjust their positions for the shorter Brandy. Bonnie showed her how to daisy chain by directly grabbing her waist and pulling her forward and back. Brandy was overwhelmed by the new sensation, and especially by penetrating and being penetrated simultaneously, but the danger of getting stuck kept her mindful that she should not enjoy it too much. Letting go too soon would be more costly to her than it had been to Chelsea.
After a few moments, the two girls traded places. Bonnie fucked Zoe, while Brandy fucked Bonnie’s ass.
Joss and Susan did a double penetration of Kaylee. Given that threesome’s even more extreme height differences, they found it easier to get out of the bathtub completely, dry each other off, and climb onto the bed. Kaylee sat on Susan’s dick, driving it up her ass, then Joss planted her girlcock in the front door. Kaylee was just as astonished by the feel of the girl’s dick as the look of it. The only other person who had filled her pussy up like that was Will, and that had been just a few hours ago.
Irma continued to pound Cat, while the outlaw queen gasped for breath. Even though Chelsea was out of the race, she had recovered enough to use her furry paws to help the other two get off, rubbing and stroking tits and asses and other sensitive areas on both players. She shoved a finger up Irma’s ass, tracking it as it moved.
Finally Irma groaned and Cat Ballou received a second load of Phase 3 nanocum, sprayed deep inside her by Irma’s pulsing dick. Cat managed to cum with her, squeezing the girlcock inside to extract every last drop from it.
Kaylee disengaged from her partners, then turned over. Susan reamed her pussy, and Joss took over the anal action. After a few more minutes, both unloaded into her mouth. She had to swallow fast with two sets of balls pumping into her, but she managed to keep up, not spilling any of it.
By now, Brandy and Bonnie had switched positions several times. At the moment, Bonnie was in the middle again, alternately driving her own dick into Zoe and pushing her ass backwards to force Brandy’s dick up into it. She could tell Zoe was getting close, so she went all out, ramming harder in both directions. She could hear Brandy gasping and assumed the canine girl would pull out when she was supposed to. Finally Zoe cried out and Bonnie could feel her clamp down on the dick. The cheerleader also let go and shot girlcum deep inside Zoe. Bonnie stopped thrusting, and with an anxious whine Brandy resumed the motion on her own, fucking the stalled Bonnie’s ass.
Bonnie hung there dazed as her dick continued to pulse and finally ran down. Then as she pulled out of Zoe, she realized that Brandy seemed on the verge. “Brandy, you better---.” But her words were drowned out when Brandy started howling. At the same time, Bonnie felt a sharp pain deep inside her ass. She could feel the cockhead expanding, putting strain on the walls of her shit chute. Then she did her own howling. “Owwwwwwwww!”
Bonnie continued to cry out in pain, while Brandy did so in pleasure. Then the sound was abruptly cut off as both disappeared, along with Susan, Zoe, and Cat Ballou.
Irma barely had time to register that fact before she ripped as well. The sound of a howling dog and yelling cheerleader was replaced by machine gun fire. She was apparently now on a city street with an armed conflict in progress and she immediately dived behind some garbage cans. She felt bodies cram up against her and looked around to find the rest of the group: Kaylee, Chelsea, and Joss.
The amount of gunfire was incredible. The street was fairly narrow, and high-rise buildings were on either side. The shooting appeared to be in all directions. People were firing at each other from the upper floors and were simultaneously peppering the street below. Fortunately, the garbage cans were protection from the other side of the street and the angle was too steep for the shooters on their side.
In the back of her mind, Irma realized that she was buck naked in public. But covering her bare skin was not nearly the concern that keeping it unpunctured was.
Irma saw what appeared to be police officers, just as pinned down as the Freefallers. She assumed they were the police, anyway. They had blue uniforms, and helmets with shields on them.
Then another officer appeared, riding a motorcycle. He dismounted, ignoring the gunfire, and strode into the middle of the street. “I am...the Law!!! This block is under arrest!”
Omigod, Irma thought in shock. It’s fucking Judge Dredd!
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Chapter 6 --- They Said You Was Hung (And They Was Right)